Denise (A True Story cont'd) Monday, 08-Dec-97 19:53:41

On Dec. 4th I posted a true story (titled “A True Story”) from my teen years about a neighborhood named Denise who enjoyed standing on her younger brother Michael. I promised to share some of my experiences under her feet. So here is something along that line.

When Michael told me about her abuse, I volunteered to help him out. Since I was older and stronger, I told him I could take her abuse for him and she could still get the satisfaction of walking on someone. He thought this was a GREAT idea so we crafted a plan. I drafted up a letter stating that I would be Denise’s foot slave. Whenever she wanted to stand on Michael, I would have to take his place. It included wording to the effect that I had to obey and could not object under any reason.

Having crafted the document, the next challenge was to get Denise to accept it. I figured that if it was given to her outright, she might laugh at me as some sort of foot freak and tell me friends. The other possibility was that she would reject it because it was to easy. I was more concerned about the first possibility.

Michael had come over to play Atari. First, I folded the “contract” into fours and carefully burned it. I wanted it to look like I had tried to burn it but failed. I had to take great care as not to make it illegible. i did this in the fireplace and it left there. Next, I had Michael call Denise and pretend that he was secretly calling her without my knowledge. He told her to come over because there was something she should see. I was be supposedly upstairs working on something when she came over and Michael let her in. He then lead her to the fire place and showed her the partial burnt contract. He said that I started to burn it and walked away. In my absence he put it out and thought she might want it. I was listening to this from the stairs and made my entrance just after she had finished reading it. I feigned surprise as I walked in to see the two of them smiling (both for different reasons ;-)). She said, “I just read this!”, holding up the charred piece of paper. I said, “What the..?”. “Michael put it out before you could burn it. Now it’s mine and you have to do what it says”, she proclaimed as she folded the document. “No way! You weren’t supposed to see that”, I said as I walked toward her. I made a fake attempt at grabbing the paper. She pulled it back and stuffed it into her front jean’s pocket. She smiled and left.

High fives around the house! It worked! For a week she teased that she still had it when in fact she had thrown it away a couple days after “stealing” it. It was never hard to get under Denise’s feet. She always seemed to enjoy putting her bare feet in faces, on stomachs, chests and backs.

I just wanted to do it in such a way as not to seem overly anxious. Looking back, I’m sure she knew I had a foot fetish. She said I didn’t have to follow through on the contract. I let her know that contract or no contract I wanted to help out Michael. She agreed to the arrangement. Of course, she didn’t have to want to stand on her little brother for me to get involved with her feet. I could simply place myself in a jeopardized position to which she was quick to take advantage.

On one occasion at Denise’s house, I found myself laying on the floor face up between the coffee table and couch. This was in the family room where the TV was located. Denise was standing on the floor near the top of my head. She dropped to her knees and proceeded to “walk” on me with her knees. Starting at my shoulders, she made her way down my chest and finally to my stomach. She did this with little baby steps using the couch and coffee table for balance. As he knees reached my hips, the tops of her bare feet where in my face. Totally unexpected, the big toe of her right foot slips into my mouth. It shocked the heck out of me because I had no idea it was coming. She had her back to me and couldn’t have known. My first reaction (I don’t know why), was to spit it out. It took me a second to gain my compose and I struggled for a couple seconds to get it out. She immediately looked over her right shoulder with this sly smile on her face as if to say, “Eeew, I got you!”.

She turned and seated herself on the edge of the couch placing her left foot squarely across my forehead. She then placed the ball of her right foot on my chin and attempted to force her big toe in my mouth. I resisted so she decided to try a new tactic. Placing the arch of her right foot on my chin while her left foot was still on my forehead, she began to apply pressure. She was trying to force open my mouth so she could insert her foot. This was great fun and I had a ball making her work. If I had given in, she would have put her foot in mouth, removed it and then probably stopped. But because I resisted, it made her want to do it all the more. She would intermittently try to work her toe into my mouth. After a couple minutes she took a break but kept her left foot on my forehead and moved her right foot to cover my mouth. I was in heaven. She watched TV for a few minutes and then began her attack again. When she meet with little success, she sat back on the couch and decided to use me face as a footstool. My right side was to the couch so I rolled my head to the left. This caused her feet to roll off my face leaving the back of her legs against my right cheek. I turned my head back to look at the ceiling. She immediately placed her feet back on my face. I rolled my head again and then looked back at the ceiling. Again, she immediately replaced her feet on my face. This went on for awhile. I do not know how many times I rolled my head, but each time she replaced her feet. My cheek was starting to get sore from her feet sliding off my face. I finally “gave in” and she sat there watching TV using my face as a foot rest. Unfortunately, a few minutes later, someone came home and we quickly stopped this activity. This was one of many Denise stories. She was truly into dominating someone with her feet. I’ll share another sometime soon.

Be well,

Vewdew

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