True account of the other night... AFan As always- forgive the typos. Its typed here live.

Thursday was a great day. My wife and I stopped by Walmart for a few things. We decided to check back in the shoe department. It's summer and she needs a new pair or three. (I've already got her over 200 now- Shoe woman meets a shoe man and they go broke!)

Walk back to the isle and damn theres some woman there. She's older, not bad looking, and trying on a few pairs herself.

The wife finds a pair of shoes she likes and asks me if I'd mind buckling them for her. She was afraid her skirt was too short to bend over. Ha. She just wanted to express a litte control over me. I do so and she steps on my fingers and goes off to find a mirror to look at her shoes in.

The woman is wandering the isle looking at shoes that she might like. I keep moving the cart out of the way of her. She tells me I don't have to but I'm trying to be polite. Not to mention that serving in any way a woman buying shoes is just well... you know!

The wife comes back and asks me what I think of the pair she is wearing. I would have loved to have said that I'd lie down on the floor right there just to get the chance to kiss them but there's that other woman here so I simply tell her I like them.

The other woman looks over at me and asks (in a more of a demand than ask voice) if I'd help her get down the box of shoes she wants from the shelf. Its in the middle of the pile and she doesnt think she can reach it. Not to mention she doesnt want to be cascaded upon by a dozen pairs of shoes.

The wife says "Go on- help her." in a quite but demanding voice. I humbly submissively and quite happily walk over and get them down for her. Trying myself not to bring down a dozen shoe boxes on my head and face. Gee- wouldnt that be bad!

"Thats a good boy." she says. I get the feeling that she knows what she's doing and what I like. I'm in heaven. It would be the life if only I could!

The wife knows I enjoyed that and I walked through the rest of the store with a bulge.

We got home. I was ordered to lie under her desk as she finished some work off. Nothing much-- just three hours of typing and reading invoices. She had her new shoes on. They are cream heels about 4" high with a huge fat heel. Store new, store sharp.

I layed down on my stomache with my face out. Hoping to get a glimpse of her sexy feet in these stunning shoes. She'd get frustrated with entering in so much data and would occasionally kick me in the side or the head. Stomping every so often. I was ordered to rub against to clear plastic carpet cover. (I dont know what they are called- hard clear plastic you put under a desk so you can roll your chair without it getting caught up in the carpet.) Underwear slides VERY well against it.

I was getting more excited as I went. She was getting more annoyed with the data as she went. She forced the toe of her shoe into my face. She ended up pressing into my right eye socket. (I love that.)

Finally she ordered me to place my fingers where she could reach them. She mashed them under the toe of her shoe. When that wasnt enough she used the heel. When that wasnt enough she set the corner of her heel onto my fingers and twisted and rocked and stepped. I ached. I wanted to scream but I didnt want it to stop!

I really wanted to place my hand under the wheels of her chair. I know it would be more than I could take but I would have done anything at that point.

She decided to reward me.

Since I had been a good boy and hadnt screamed or yelled or done anything to interupt her work she decided to finish me off.

I was already running high from being aroused under her shoes for three hours and was running at a pretty high threshold of pain. She decided to have me rub myself to climax against the plastic floor cover. She stood up on my hand and ground it under her foot. When she paused her grinding she began stomping and kicking the side of my face.

I got closer and asked for harder. "Hurt me!" was about the most I could manage to say.

It grew worse. Her shoe slammed into my face then the other would slam onto my hand. She went back and forth beating one side of me then the other.

Somewhere along the way I finished. She took the intensity down quickly and ended with just standing on me.

I'm happy to have found the right wife. I think tonight I'm going to see if she needs any more work done at the computer!

Secretly I hope the walmart lady reads this and joins in somehow. Even if its just ordering me to help her find shoes.

AFan

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