Nursing a sore lip. Wednesday, 17-Dec-97 02:09:36

Sunday afternoon, once again my wonderful wife was in a mood to give me hell under her glorious high arched soles. And give me hell she did. One of her favorite things to do is to just stand motionless in my face with her left foot. She says that leg is stronger. Anyhow, I have constructed a very nifty little platform of 3/4 inch plywood. It stands 7 1/2 inches high with a cutout for my face to stick though. And it is very sturdy. So, it gives her a nice and sturdy platform to stand on while she grinds my face under her cruel feet! By the way, I covered the entire top of the thing with a white terry cloth towel. For her comfort of course! My wife started out with my trample fetish with some fear and a little sceptisism. (How in the devil can you enjoy all that pressure in your face?) She was also afraid of hurting me. But I have got to tell you, thats all in the past with my wife! For the last two or three weeks I have been bugging her to see how much of a bitch she can be. I told her not to worry about me, that what ever happened. I would heal! Of course, she is careful not to blind me... But thats all thats she is careful of! So Sunday I got on my back and inserted my head into the platform. I have a belt intigrated into it that goes around my neck to keep me from raising my head. She buckles that up. Leaving me room to breath of course. On the sides of the platform I have installed hand cuffs. (Being a security officer has its little rewards!) She cuffs me up nice and tight. The she slips a loop on the bottom of the platform under the leg of our very large sofa. For all intensive purposes. I am immobolized! Then she goes and collects her cigarettes, TV remote and cordless phone. We are ready. Shge monts the platform and immediately just steps right onto my face with her glorious left foot. My nose goes flat under her arch. The bridge of my nose is under her heel. And my lips are under the ball of her foot. And man I am going to tell you what! She had my lips in a bind! I didn't have my lips positioned right and the top one got cut pretty badly. I could taste the blood as the pressure of her foot helped the flow along. I started to grunt a little bit. That only encouraged her to twist her foot a little. Man the pain in my lip caused me to see stars! But the act of her grinding did push my lip off of my teeth. So I found a little relief there. Just as I was about to suggest she watch a little TV, the phone wrang. From her side of the conversation, it was her mom on the other end. I knew I was in for it then. My wife and her mom can talk for well over an hour on the phone! But thats when my problems just started! She talked with her mom for about five minutes while she stood on my face barefooted. Then she told her mom she had to go to the bathroom, she would call her right back. She hung up and stepped off of me. "Don't you go away." She said as she walked to the bathroom. By the way... As an experiment, take the index finger and thumb of your right hand and squeeze the nail of your left pinky very tightly for about a minute. Or until it stops hurting and just feels numb. Now let go of it. It hurts like hell don't it!?! Now you know how my entire face felt when she stepped off. It smarts like hell when she first steps off of me! But anyway, I heard her coming back. But I could tell by her foot steps that she wasn't barefoot any more. She was wearing those slip on house shoes. You know the kind with thr rough white soles? They just have a strap for the top of the foot. No heel strap. You know the ones I'm talking about. So she stands back up on the platform and looks down at me. "Your teeth are hurting my foot." I didn't have time to protest, her foot landed squarely on my face and took her weight! The rough sole of the shoe burned my skin. But in a way, it was kind of pleasant. Then I heard her start talking to her mom again! I was in for it! Well let me tell you, combined with her 200 pounds and that rough sole. That situation got old real fast! I want up after about five minutes! But it was not to be. I tried grumbling to her to get off. I didn't want to say anything too loud. Her mom might hear and wonder what the hell was going on. And I din't want to go there. If you know what I mean. I tried wiggling my way out. ONCE!!! I wasn't going to try that again! The rough sole of that house shoe burned the hell right out of my skin when I tried to move my face. And my wife didn't give an inch! Thats right, for the next hour and five minutes I was trapped under that terrible house shoe! The whole time my wife smoking her cigarettes and talking blissfully with her mom about the up coming Christmas party and the gifts that each of them are buying. Completely uncareing about the mortal suffering going on under her feet! When she finally did get off. She looked down at me and said, "was I a big enough bitch for you?" All I could do was barely nod. After she unhand cuffed me and let me up, I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. In the center of my face was a red foot print! And my lips were so swollen it was unreal! That footprint stayed in my face for the rest of the day and most of the night.

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