Part III

After a while, she finished preparing herself and stepped down and ordered her slave to follow her into the bedroom so she could stand on him while she got dressed. Richard, glad for the relief, even if only temporary, crawled slowly behind her into the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Richard laid down on his back in the middle of the room. As soon as his head hit the floor, Jolanda stepped up on his face with both feet. She stood with her heels on his forehead and her lovely toes on his lips and chin. A warm pulsating feeling ran through her pussy as she gazed down at his body, quivering uncontrollably, as she mashed down his face with her bare feet.

"Oh, I just love to watch you squirm," she said as she bounced on his face a couple of times just to watch his reaction.

Remembering the magazine she had been reading the day before, she blinked her eyes and had a pair of black satin panties to put on. She stood on Richard's face with one foot and wobbled about on it as she struggled to keep her balance when she stepped into the panties. She pulled the panties tight up over her firm round ass and dampening pussy and blinked more clothes. A garter belt was next and then sheer coffee colored stockings with darker reinforcements on the heels and toes. She had to blink Richard's face immobile as she twisted about on it as when putting on the feminine attire. A mid-thigh length black skirt and white blouse with ruffled neck and long sleeves came next. Black high-heeled pumps with three inch spike heels completed her wardrobe. Richard cried out in agony as her spike heels gouged into his chin. She stood with all her weight on his poor face and admired herself in the mirror. She twisted this way and that to get a better view.

"Well..., I do look pretty good," she said. "Even if I do say so myself. Well! what do you think, stupid?" She said as she stomped on his face. "Don't I look beautiful?"

"Ahh.....ahh," Richard cried as his face was being destroyed beneath her spikes.

After a few more moments of checking her attire in the mirror, Jolanda finally stepped down from Richard's crushed face.

"I'm going out today," Jolanda announced. "And see how women of today are treated."

"Oh, No! You can't do that," Richard mumbled. "It..."

"Shutup! Stupid! Don't try to tell me what to do!" Jolanda spat. As if to help quiet him she stepped firmly in the center of his face and walked haughtily over it as she headed for the kitchen.

"Follow me," she said over her shoulder as she left the room.

Richard slowly dragged his pain racked body to his feet and looked at his face in the mirror. It looked the way you would expect a face to look after someone was walking around on it. It was bruised and swollen and kind of flat looking. Blood was dribbling from several heel prints here and there. Richard quickly splashed some water on it and hurried after Jolanda.

"God!" Jolanda exclaimed as soon as Richard entered the kitchen. "You look like a mess! I can't have someone looking like you fix my breakfast. Oh, well, come on over here and I'll fix you up."

Richard shuffled over closer to Jolanda and she blinked her eyes and suddenly the pain left Richard's face. He felt it gingerly with his hand and noticed that the bleeding stopped. He was amazed, just a moment ago his face was totally ruined and now it seemed good as new.

"Why...thank you mistress, I...", Richard mumbled.

"You can thank me by fixing breakfast," Jolanda cut him off. "And it had better be good or I'll use your face for a kick ball."

As Richard began fixing breakfast, Jolanda stepped out the door to see what the day was like. It looked like it was going to be a very nice day. She would enjoy going to town today. As she walked out into the yard she noticed a thing lying on the grass that looked like a cylinder made of rolled up paper. She picked it up and saw it had writing on it. She took it back inside and asked Richard about it. He explained about newspapers and Jolanda was thrilled by the thing. There were pictures of people and ads about things to buy and stories about people and places. She decided to read all about modern life while she ate breakfast.

She was going to sit on Richard's face and let him eat her asshole while she ate breakfast, but she decided he was going to have a rough day and she'd better let him have some nourishment so she had him sit on the floor by her feet and eat his breakfast while she rested her high heeled feet on his shoulders. Besides she wanted to ask him many questions about the things she read.

She ate her breakfast and read the paper and asked Richard many questions about the things she saw. Each time she asked a question she would kick him in the face...just to get his attention. After a while she placed her high heels in Richard's mouth and used his face as a footstool. By the time she was finished, Richard's face looked like it had been through the mill again.

Jolanda pulled her heels from Richard's sore mouth and stood up.

"Well, I guess it's time to go to town. Are you ready to get into your shoe?"

"Aw...you're not really going to put me in your shoe, are you? Its too small and cramped in there," Richard complained.

"You didn't seem to have any problem yesterday when you wanted to put me in that small cramped bottle. Well get used to it," Jolanda said as she slipped off her right shoe. "Cause from now on, whenever I don't want you for something, your home is going to be in my shoe...under my foot!"

"Oh no! You're not going to put me in the same shoe you're wearing. I'll die!" Richard cried.

"Oh, don't worry, you might be somewhat uncomfortable, but you won't die", Jolanda said as she blinked her eyes.

"Oh...NOOOoo....", Richard wailed.

Suddenly he found himself lying on his back. Richard could smell the scent of damp leather and the foot that had just vacated this shoe. He feet were elevated and his weight was pressing down on his neck and head. He reasoned that he was lying face up with his head in the toe of the shoe and his feet going up by the heel. Suddenly his vision was filled with the sight of a huge, from his vantage point, nyloned foot descending toward his face. The darker colored toe portion coming right toward him.

"Oh my God! Nooo..." Richard's voice was cut off as Jolanda's foot settled into the shoe and smashed poor Richard's small form beneath it. She stood with her full weight on Richard's body and felt it kind of squish under her foot. It felt good to have a cushion insole in the shoe. She was going to like this arrangement a lot.

Richard's face and then entire body was smashed flat by the warm nyloned foot that descended upon it. And, when Jolanda stood on him with all her weight he could feel his body squish and give. His face was wedged between Jolanda's toe pads and the ball of her foot and was totally encased in nylon covered foot. He knew he would surely die...but wait a minute! He could breathe! He was totally smashed under her foot and yet, somehow, he could still breathe. She must have done something. Blinked her eyes. Every breath had the unmistakable smell of warm foot and leather shoe, but even with the horrible unrelenting pressure smashing down his features he could still breathe.

Jolanda wiggled her toes a few times to savor the feel of the little man in her shoe and then blinked herself to a quiet alley in the center of the shopping district in town. She was teaming with excitement. She couldn't wait to get started and see all the things she read about in the paper. She was going to walk around and not stop till she had seen it all. She took off walking down the street as eager as a school girl, without any thought at all to poor Richard suffering in her shoe.

And suffer he did. With every step her foot pounded into Richard's face and body smashing it flatter and flatter. The relentless pounding was more horrible than anything Richard had ever imagined and if that wasn't enough it was getting warmer and damper and more musty inside Jolanda's shoe. The smell of warm, damp female foot and leather shoe permeated his very being. It's the only thing he could smell, taste, hear, and feel. His face was chafed by the nylon mesh of her stockings as her toes moved about on his face with each step.

Jolanda was having a ball. She walked all over. Watching other women shopping. Seeing how it was done. She learned that all you need is a little plastic card, so she blinked herself one. She did some shopping of her own, but mostly she had fun just walking all over town watching everything and learning about the lifestyles of the people she saw. She didn't think much about the little man being squashed under her foot, but she did notice that her right foot didn't feel as tired as her left. Whenever she would stop and stand for awhile she found herself shifting her weight to her right foot so as to rest her left. The little man serving as a cushion insole was doing his job well.

By mid-day Jolanda found herself in need of some relief so she found a public restroom in a mall. She decided it might be better if she didn't sit on the toilet seat, after all a lot of strange people may have sat there. She blinked her eyes and Richard appeared, full size lying on his back with the back of his neck on the rim of the toilet bowl and his head hanging out over the opening. The first thing Richard felt was tremendous relief as the weight was lifted from his body and cool seemingly fresh air washed over his sweat soaked form. There was something hard pressing into the back of his neck but, he was so enjoying the open air he hardly noticed. As his eyes became adjusted to the light he saw Jolanda's face smiling down at him.

"Well, How's my little insole doing?" Jolanda said with a devilish grin. "I bet you're pretty thirsty by now, Huh. Well, don't worry I've got a little drink for you."

Richard's brain wasn't working very well as a result of being pounded in a shoe all morning so he just stared blankly and watched as Jolanda turned around and straddled him and began raising her skirt. When she pulled down her panties and her full round ass began to descend toward his face, it suddenly dawned upon Richard what was about to happen. He opened his mouth to voice a protest when Jolanda's ass crashed down upon his face and swallowed it up. Richard found his face suddenly thrust into the hot, dirty, sweaty ass of his tormentress. His neck exploded with pain as it pressed against the rim of the toilet supporting the full weight of the woman sitting on his face. Jolanda didn't waste any time as she slid her ass over Richard's face till her piss hole was pressed to his open mouth and his nose was buried in her strong smelling asshole. She blinked her eyes to fix his mouth and throat open and released a torrent of hot piss into Richard's waiting mouth. Richard could taste the hot, salty piss as it washed over his tongue and filled his belly. Jolanda pissed into Richard for a long time and then when she finished she blinked his mouth free and instructed him to lick her pussy clean. Then she slid forward on his face and had him lick the sweat from her ass crack and swab out her asshole real good with his tongue. When he was finished, Jolanda stood up and fixed her clothes and blinked Richard back into her shoe and left the restroom without even acknowledging Richard's existence. Richard found himself smashed under Jolanda's hot damp foot with the fresh taste of piss and asshole in his mouth. He couldn't believe the level he has been reduced to in just a couple of days.

Jolanda decided it was time for a rest so she stopped at the food gallery near the restroom and got a sandwich from a vendor. She sat and ate her sandwich while she watched the people walk by. She sat with her left leg crossed over the right leg pressing Richard beneath her right foot.

Richard knew that she had stopped walking because her foot had ceased to rhythmically smash into his body and face. He also figured she must be sitting down as her foot, though pressed firmly on his body and face, was not pressing down as hard as before. Richard lulled in the quiet serenity of being pressed under her immobile foot...so immersed in the smell of her damp nyloned foot and leather shoe that he almost felt at home. This was absurd! Here he was, pressed bodily under some woman's smelly foot with the taste of her asshole fresh in his mouth, and he was starting to feel comfortable! Of course, compared to what he had been experiencing all morning, his present situation was considerable improvement. He was so worn out from his ordeal he almost fell off to sleep. And he would have too, except for Jolanda's annoying habit of every so often wiggling her toes. Each time that happened her toes would scrunch and mangle Richard's face like a piece of wadded up paper. After a half-hour or 45 minutes of this treatment, Jolanda crossed her legs the other way, with her right foot in the air and her high heeled shoe slightly off of her heel as she slowly bounced her leg up and down.

Richard felt a wash of cool air over his sweat-damp body. His face was still trapped under her toes with enough force to support the entire weight of his body and that of her shoe, but the cool air and relief of pressure from his body felt great. After a while of this, Richard began to think...Maybe, now that she is sitting and resting, she will let him out of the shoe.

"Yeah, she's probably had her fun," he reasoned. "Probably, if she would just think of it, she would decide she's had enough and let me out!"

Richard began moving about and banging into Jolanda's foot in an attempt to attract her attention. It must have been the pounding his brain had taken lately, or maybe the desire to escape was greater than his power of reasoning. You would think he'd know by now....THE LAST THING YOU WANT TO DO IS ATTRACT HER ATTENTION! Too late now though...Jolanda felt him banging into her foot and turned her attention to the little man serving as the insole to her shoe.

"Well it seems as though someone would like to get out of my shoe," thought Jolanda, "OK, I can handle that and maybe have a little fun too." She reached down and removed her right shoe and looked at the little man inside.

"You seem to be trying to get my attention," Jolanda said with a coy smile. "Do you want something?"

"Could I please get out of your shoe now", Richard pleaded. "I've been here a long time. I promise I'll be good. I'll just do whatever you're doing. Please!"

"I'm not doing anything except watching the people walk by", Jolanda said.

"That's OK, I like to watch people, I'll be glad to do that...Please..", Richard begged.

"Well I might be able to do something...." Jolanda said as she looked around the area. It was the lunch hour and there was a lot of traffic around the area. Suddenly a big smile erupted on her face as an idea struck home. She noticed a steady stream of women going to and from the ladies room. The floor tiles in front of the door were worn from the constant traffic of hundreds of feet passing there every day.

"OK, I'll let you out and we'll both watch people walk by," Jolanda said with a devilish grin that made Richard very nervous. "Of course you'll have a better view than me....a sort of rug's-eye view." Jolanda's laughter rang in Richard's ears as he watched her blink her eyes.

Richard disappeared from Jolanda's shoe and a small rug suddenly appeared on the floor about three feet out in front of the door to the ladies room, right over one of the heavy wear areas. To the casual observer it looked just like a small hairy fiber rug, but if you looked close right in the center you could make out what looked like a person's face. Jolanda had made Richard's face a little larger and very flat. She made his body so small that it could hardly be seen. She caused hair to grow all over Richard's face and then embedded the whole thing into the center of a real rug made of hair fibers that matched Richard's hair.

Jolanda's laughter caused a chill to run down Richard's spine as suddenly he found himself staring at what seemed to be the ceiling. It seemed far away like he was lying on the floor looking up at it. He tried to move but was unable to. His view was hampered by what looked like hair fibers as though he were looking though a thin veil of hair. He heard a noise and looked down toward his feet to see a large door marked "Ladies" suddenly open and a woman dressed in a casual skirt/blouse, heels & hose ensemble emerged and began to walk right toward him. Her high heels clacked loudly on the hard tile floor. Suddenly the reality of what was about to happen slammed into his brain like a freight train.

"Oh my god! She's going to walk right over me!" his frightened brain screamed silently. "She doesn't even know I'm here!

But, Richard was spared as her right foot came down on the rug just below his face. It was so close her toe pinched his chin as she stepped over his face. A relieved Richard looked up to catch a glimpse of panty crotch beneath her billowing skirt as the woman stepped over him.

She wasn't even out of sight when two more women emerged from the restroom. One was a tall lanky blonde wearing a tee shirt, jeans and high heeled sandals. The other was a shorter brunet wearing a tee shirt, slacks and flat heeled leather shoes. They were quickly advancing toward his face, talking to each other as they came, completely unaware of the human face staring up at them. But, again Richard was spared as they each passed on either side of his sweating face.

As soon as they were gone, Richard heard the unmistakable clacking of high heels on hard tile right behind him. He looked back to see a tall (actually from his angle they all looked tall) woman with long dark hair dressed in a business suit with skirt, black hose and black spike heeled shoes bearing down on him. The clacking grew loud in his ears until suddenly the worn sole of a high heeled foot appeared above his face. He just caught a glimpse of that sole before it smashed into his face. First the spiked heel slammed into his forehead, seemingly drilling into it and then the sole mashed down his mouth and chin as the woman strode over Richard's face without a care. It was over as quick as it begun leaving Richard with a face smarting like hell from the little half moon dent in his forehead and from his bruised and swollen lips.

No sooner had the foot left his face when he heard more footsteps behind him. He looked back just in time to see the sole of a flat heeled leather shoe streaking down toward his face. This time it didn't land square, the flat heel slammed into his nose and mouth breaking his nose and smashing his already bruised lips.

And so it went for the next 45 minutes or so. Women streamed to and from the restroom. Many of them missed Richard's face, but 30 or more walked right on all or part of Richard's helpless face. It being lunch hour many of them were salesgirls working in the various stores. These working girls mostly wore high heels. Jolanda loved the spectacle. Her panties were getting wet from her excitement. She knew the torture Richard must be feeling watching the approaching women...not knowing where the foot was going to land...not knowing if this one was going to smash into his face or miss. And suffer he did as high heeled foot after foot was driven into his face by the full weight of the woman walking on him. The walking feet tore his face to pieces. He surely would have died had it not been for Jolanda's magic. Some of the women walked casually, just mashing his face with their weight. Others walked hard driving their heels into his ruined face. Some even scuffed their feet over his face. One young college looking girl in flat soled sandals even played hop scotch on the little rug and jumped with both feet right in the center of Richard's waiting face. Finally after the traffic slowed some Richard looked up, just after a stunning looking brunet with 4" spike heels quit grinding her heel in his mouth and left his face, to see the smiling face of Jolanda looking down at him.

"My, My, have we been having fun...looking up the dresses of the ladies that walk by. Naughty naughty," she said with a delightful grin. As she gazed into his ruined face. It was covered all over with pockmarks from the high heels digging into it, many of them overlapping each other. And his whole face was swollen and black & blue and had a very flat look to it. It was dirty too, from the many dirty shoe soles scuffing over it.

"My, oh my, you do look a mess," she said tickled with herself. "Well, if you're done playing with the other ladies, we've got to go now. But, not before I get my turn"! So saying she stepped up on Richard's face with both feet and began wiping her feet on Richard's pain racked face. The sensation was so thrilling her panties became sopping wet and she almost came from the experience.

After satisfying herself on his face, she stepped down and turned and blinked the rug away and Richard back into her right pump. Richard was actually glad to be back in his shoe home. Even though Jolanda's sweaty nyloned foot was forever mashing him and the salt from the sweaty nylons enveloping his face burned like fire in his wounds. He was glad to be back in the relative safety of her damp, dark shoe.