Lunch With Sue by John C.

Sue is an extremely sucessful saleslady with "Metro Fashions" based in Dallas. Tx. Her company wholesales to numerous retail outfits in and around the Dallas area. Sue has been top sales person for about 3 years and spends most of her day out of the office, visiting the shops, showing samples and taking orders. Her colleagues know her as a tough negotiator, a woman who always closes the deal and as a person very private about her social life.

Sue doesn't talk much about her private life. An ex college athlete she stands about 5' 9", weighs around 125lbs and has long auburn hair. Sue is a snappy dresser. Earning commissions as well as her high salary, she can afford a good lifestyle. She is a silent partner in a BDSM boutique called SpikeMe. This side-business ownership was a fact not known by her colleagues. And it was at a visit to this boutiques where she first met a girl who introduced her to a new passion. DOMINATION.

The girl, Wendy, had a slave, Sean. Sean was threatened with imprisonment if certain information Wendy had was made public. Wendy used this info as a tool to blackmail Sean into total submission. When Wendy was returned home to Boston to care for her ailing mother, she "gave" Sean to Sue to use & abuse as She saw fit. Sean was getting a much nicer deal in the process. Whereas Wendy `used' Sean almost everyday . Sue only paid him a visit once or twice a week. Though these times she was much nastier than Wendy ever was.

It was 11:50 on Friday morning, Sean was preparing lunch when suddenly the door to his small home opened. There stood Sue. She was glad that she had her own key. This enabled her to burst in unexpected whenever the mood took her.

Sean turned round and was greeted with a backhand slap to the mouth. "Why the fuck are'nt you laying down doormat-boy"?, she asked. "you're and hour early" he replied. "not good enough . that just earnt you 1 chair" she said. "is my lunch ready?" "um . nearly" Sean said. "Not good enough . chair number 2" "But." Sean started to say but was cut short by Sue "complaining!" she snarled . 3 chairs then . now assume the position rugman..."

Sean knew better than to say anything else. He laid down on the spot right there in the entrance from the hall to the lounge. Sue placed her handbag down on the small table which housed the telephone and stood next to Sean's head. She presented him with her left foot, placing it so the indentation between the sole and heel was on his nose and the flat part of the sole was an inch or so from his eyes. "Like 'em?" she asked "they're a new line . Italian . nice quality and quite affordable..."

>From his vantage point, Sean could see the name and size (8) clearly embossed on the sole. They were a fully enclosed court style, black shiny patent leather with 2-3 inch steel-capped heels and obviously quite new. There was no serious scuffing on the soles yet.

Sue slided her foot slightly to the left and began mashing the sole over Sean's eye and cheek, much as one would do if stubbing out a cigarette. She kept this up without speaking again for about a minute before swiching both her feet and side of Sean's face. "when are you going to learn that when I'm coming for lunch you have to have my food prepared and." she stopped speaking momentarily as she stepped up onto Sean's sholder and started walking slowly down his body, reaching his crotch she balanced on the spot and twisted on the balls of her foot walking back up his stomach coming to a stop on his chest with her soles on his nipples and the heels spiking his ribcage . "and you have to be laying down on doormat duty. You continue to fuck up and i have to keep chairing you. but thankfully, for you, i'm in a good mood and i might take my shoes off before i do it. then again..."

Sean look up thru pain-misted eyes at the vision of beauty that was trampling him. She was absolutely gorgeous, better looking than Wendy and with a more full and firm figure. Regretably a heavier figure too. Her long shapely legs accentuated by the short skirt and angle of the shoes, were encased in black stockings. "Ah well", she sighed, "I've only got 45 minutes to spare today . much to do . what's for lunch?" "Taco's with my home made mince and sauce . er, as ordered" he replied. "Good" she said, stepping down onto the floor again "Get it!"

Sean dragged his pain wrecked body off the floor and went to the kitchen he snuck a peak at his chest and under his T-Shirt he could see pockmarks from the heels and tender spots that would surely grow into bruises soon Returning with the Taco shells, Salad and sauce he found that Sue had retired to the lounge and was sitting in the high. upright armchair she had made him purchase some months ago. He read this as a signal as to what was expected and put the tray on the coffee table next to her. Sean then sat on the floor and slid his body beneath the chair until only his waist upwards protruded out. Without a word being said, Sue dropped a cushion on his chest which Sean placed under his head putting his face at about 45degrees to the floor.

Sue placed her feet on Sean's chest and dug her spiked heels in as she started to load up a taco shell. Once done she placed her right foot on his face and told him to remove the shoe. Sue and Sean had done this many times before. He knew the routine. Sean removed the shoe and repeated the proceedure when presented with the left foot. He placed the shoes to the side and was soon feeling the warm moist and rough texture of Sue's black stockings as she rubbed her feet all over his face. "oooh that's better" she said "i've been walking around all morning and my peds were starting to ache .. smell good do they?"

"not really" Sean replied. Thruth is they were'nt too bad today. not like that day a couple of months ago when she visited him after running one of those charity 1/2 marathons. "Too bad" she said "But don't be too hasty. take a good long sniff" Sue pressed one of her feet firmly over Sean's mouth and cupped the other over his nose. "Breath deep little carpet man" Sean new what his tormentor liked and the repurcussions of upsetting her. He breathed in deeply, making more noise than necessary to show he was trying to please her. She just smiled and sat back in the chair. For the next 10 minutes or so Sue just sat there eating her lunch and rubbing her feet on his face. Occasionally scrunching his nose between her toes or rubbing his eyes with the stockinged toes.

Soon enough she was done with eating and, placing her plate back on the table, stood up on Sean's chest, wobbling a bit before getting balance she trampled on the spot for a moment before walking up to his neck. Placing the toes of each foot on the floor by his neck and twisting her ankles inward, she pressed down gently and the heels cut off his breathing. She pressed down for a few seconds before bouncing a few times. She liked to watch him squirm this way and struggle for breath. Finally she stepped back onto his upper chest and stomped her way down to his stomach where she stood for a moment before spinning round and marching back up his chest. and straight onto his face.

Of all Sue's tortures, she liked the face-standing the best. She loved the feeling of power attained by squashing a man this way. The warm breath on her feet and the groans coming from her human carpet. Her feet were soft and sensitive and she could feel his bones and features. The rough texture of the stocking soles aided grip and added to Sean's pain. Sue had favorite foot coverings for various events. Body trampling was best in shoes. especially ones with sharp heels. Face trampling was good in stockings, she liked the grip. though sometimes she would do this in sweaty socks or plain ol' bare feet . stockings were the best. Worship called for bare feet. Try as she had she just didn't like the feel of a tongue on her stockinged or socked feet. She wasn't into having Sean suck or lick her shoes either. That, to her, seemed silly. Sometimes she would have him sniff them or polish them for her, but time was nearly always at a premium with Sue and she preferred to have the attention on her body rather than her clothes.

And she didn't insist on the title "Mistress". She wasn't a professional Dom or anything like that. She simply loved hurting men and loved the power trip she got from abusing them. Men were stupid and weak and kept her from reaching the top of the corporate tree. The `boys club' had seen many a lesser man get promotions she felt she was deserved, so she took her fustration out on her carpet-boy. Sean was no more important than a piece of furniture, a human equivalent of a punching bag who was there for her to release her anger on. If he wasn't around anymore . she'd simply find another. This blackmail deal was perfect for her. A non consenting strong adult male who she could hurt . and who could do nothing but lay there and take it. Take it in the name of all men!

Sue glanced at her watch. Time was flying past. Much still to do. She stepped back onto his chest and looked down at his reddened face. "Poor little man . i've had a nice lunch and you've had nothing, I'll fix that right away" She sat back down and removed her stockings. Retrieving the remaining taco meat and sauce she mixed it all together into a mush in one of the serving bowls. Placing the bowl on the floor beside Sean she plunged one of her feet into it and mashed it into her sole and between her toes. Plonking the foot on his upturned face she smiled sweetly. "din dins" she said. This was another familiar humiliation for Sean. He began the unsavoury task of licking and sucking the meaty goo from her foot. While he was doing this, Sue started preparing the other foot and telling Sean of a future plan.

"I was in my shop the other day and was approached by one of the girls there, Jenny . you might know her, she was a good friend of Wendy" Sean remembered her. A 6ft tall graceful ballerina type. Legs like a supermodel, she had been beaten up by one of her early boyfriends and chosen to become a lesbian, Jenny had a comtempt for men and had grown very sadistic towards them. She had 'borrowed' Sean for a theme party one night and had trampled him in 5" heeled thigh highs for nearly an hour on & off . much to the amusement and pleasure of the other guests. "Well", Sue continued, "Jenny wanted to know if she could 'see' you again so we'll both be over on Sunday afternoon for an evening of fun. or at least fun for US that is" Sean's heart sank. this would be the first 2 woman session he had endured for quite a while. Whatsmaore it was to be with two women who hated men and loved trampling and foot worship. This was not a pleasant prospect.

Sue glanced at her watch "I gotta go soon . CHAIRTIME!" she exclaimed.

`Chairing' was something she learned from Wendy. Sometimes, trampling, no matter how severe, just wasn't enough punishment. So When in the mood, Wendy liked to have Sean lay on the floor and then jump onto his chest and stomach from a chair. She tried differet levels and got a nice compromise between balance and damage levels. The upright armchair that Sue used for lunch was her personal favourite.

"Lunch was good" she said. "you did pretty well considering. so i'll be nice to you and only wear my shoes for the last jump" She smiled sadistically and stepped onto his stomach trampling her way back up to his head she giggled and stepped onto his face, balancing on one foot for a few seconds before walking on his mouth, neck, chest and stomach before stepping off his body and onto the chair. Turning around she looked down at the hapless pathetic specimen waiting below.

Feeling it unecessary to talk to her carpet man further, Sue launched herself airborne landing hard and well balanced on Sean's pliant stomach. "Always start with the tummy" wendy had told her "it's knocks the wind out of 'em, their upper bodies always come up a little bit as the wind get squashed out and if you lose balance you can always step forward onto the face to steady yourself" She had been right. This time, as always, as Sue's bare feet sunk into his stomach, Sean let out a loud moan and his sholders and head started to lift in a largely involuntary spasm. Sue stepped forward and, putting her toes over his nose, pushed his head firmly back onto the floor. "That's one" she said. Walking back down his body she sat in the chair and began to put her nylons back on.

While redressing, Sean closed-eyes grimacing and fighting the urge to rub his stomach . a sure fire Sue annoyer . Sue thought on the Sunday to come. She had told Sean that she & Jenny would be arriving early sunday afternoon. In fact they had planned to play squash first and did'nt have the court booked till 3:30. This meant they'd be there no earlier than 5. o'clock . but the thought of Sean laying by the door waiting in dread for about five hours was something that brought a wry smile to her. Sometimes the psychological torturing of men was nearly as much fun as the actual real pain she could inflict. Stockings on she stood up on Sean's sore stomach to adjust them. Smiling a sweet smile which could melt an unkowing male's heart she spun round on the spot and mounted her platform.

"Here comes numer two" she said and then instantly leapt off this time aiming for Sean's upper chest. She miscalculated fractionally and landed with on foot on his throat and one on his shoulder. Again Sean cried out and twitched violently. Sue's weight stopped him sitting up but she could hear hit feet hit the bottom of the chair as his legs flailed wildly in pain. It only occurred to her recently that she was lucky Sean had a house and not an apartment. All this noise might take some explaining if neighbours lived _that_ close by. Sue could'nt resist the temptation to have just one more quick stand on Sean's face. She stood with both feet planted firmly on his visage with her toes on his forehead and her heels on his jaw. He was in some pain now and was trying to cry, cough and cry out in unison.

Sue stepped back and stomped her way back to the chair. She put her shoes on and climbed back on her chair. "This is the killer" she said "this is going to hurt . stay still and don;t make me lose balance or i'll do it again and aim for your face . got it!" Sean groaned something which she interpreted as an acknowledgment. She jumped. Maybe it was her good mood, maybe the desire to not damage him overly so he'd be able to stand the abuse that would surely come with Sunday But she landed with both feet on his stronger area . the upper chest and made sure that all the weight was transfered through the flatter sole section of the shoes. This less-than-could-have-been scenario didn't mean much to Sean though. All he felt was 120 odd pounds of woman landing on him for the 3rd time in 6 minutes he was bruised and sore and teary eyed.

Sue stood there for a moment before stepping onto the floor via his long suffering face. She spun on the floor and presented both shoes to Sean with the order to kiss them. He complied. "make sure you're on doormat duty when we arrive Sunday . or we'll both chair you at the same time in heels . understand?" Sean moaned an affirmitive sounding word and Sue simply walked out grabbed her handbag from the hall and left the house without another word being spoken.

Sean rolled over onto his side and formed a sort of foetal position. His body ached, his eyes stung with drying tears and his mouth still had the tastes of her feet and lunch. It was nearly 1. o'clock Friday afternoon. In 48 hours it would start all over again.

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