Dorm Domination By michael the doormat

Note: What follows is a true story, with the names changed to protect the innocent and all weights estimated. 'Nuff said.

I had always been a big fan of being walked all over, and always take any opportunity that I can to end up under the feet (or heels) or a woman (or women). This was easiest in college, where large co-ed dorms and rampant experimentation made life wonderful for me. This was one of these times.

Our dorm had a large common room on each floor with a TV, 2 couches, and some chairs. We would gather around in here, usually late at night, to watch Letterman or the news (it was an Ivy...we were concerned about stuff like the news, ok?). Most of the time, due to our studies or social lives, it was empty. I was sitting in there early one afternoon with a Gloria, a woman from one of my classes, both of us having just submitted a paper and enjoying the time off. We were talking about school and watching the news when they had a piece about an injured striker at a steel (?) plant. It seems he used his body to block a driveway into the plant and unfortunately, a car had run him over. They showed a picture of the car taken at the exact moment it rolled over his chest. It was a wild shot, with the tire looking like someone had placed it on his chest. The reporter said that the man was ok, with only some minor abrasions and one broken rib. Gloria mentioned that she thought it impossible that someone could survive something like that. Sensing an opening, I started talking about other times I had seen similiar things. There was a show I had once seen where a guy had a woman juggling while she stood on his shoulders while he stood on a chair that was placed on a piece of plywood that covered another man's chest (try and picture that). Gloria was becoming more skeptical. So I challenged her to decide what she thought was the most someone in good health could take having on their body. She said about 250 maybe. I walked back to my room, grabbed some money, and told her I would bet her $20 against my $100 that I could have twice that standing on me for 5 minutes. She looked at me like I was crazy. After a minute, she shook her head and said sure, why not, and left to round up some of the girls on the floor. I moved the couch away from the wall, leaving a narrow alley for me to lie down in. In about 10 minutes she returned with 3 other girls, 2 from the floor and one I didn't know. They were all laughing and smiling. Gloria had filled them in on the bet, and they thought it was hilarious. Besides Gloria, who weighed about 110, there was Kim, who was 110 also, Bonnie, who was the largest at maybe 150, and the girl I didn't know was Rachel, who was a friend of Kim and weighed 130 (all weights approx.---Gloria assured me it added up to 500, but wouldn't tell me the breakdown). They were all dressed casually, mostly in jeans and t-shirts. Unfortunately not a skirt among them. Rachel was in workout clothes, probably heading for the gym. They slipped off their socks and shoes and I lay down on the floor, face up. I was allowed to arrange them, so I had Bonnie go in first. She took one step up on my chest, stood up, and walked down to my upper thighs. She turned around and balanced herself using the wall and the couch. The entire time they were joking around about how they had allways wanted to walk all over a man, and how they loved treating men like doormats. They would laugh at me jokingly, not noing that this is exactly what I wanted as well. I placed Kim next, and she sort of swung up and landed on my stomach, getting her footing and joking about using no hands. Rachel was next, and she ended up just above the bottom of my rib cage. Gloria was last, standing on my upper chest. The four girls were pretty well packed in, and were holding onto each others shoulders for balance and support. Once Gloria was settled, she started her stopwatch. Gloria was finding it hard to keep from slipping down my shoulders, so they all moved back a little. This placed Kim right at my hips, where there isn't much muscle to help prop her up, and it began to get sore quickly. After Gloria counted off one minute, it was getting hard to catch a breath with all that weight on me, and Kim's feet were starting to really dig into my hips. The girls were talking amongst themselves, joking about how lumpy the carpet was in this room and other such things. At the 2 minute mark, Gloria asked me if I was ready to cry uncle yet. As a reply, I started whistling the theme to "the Bridge over the River Kwai." She thought this was really funny, and turned her head and instructed Rachel, who's heels were digging into my stomach, to shut me up. She started to bounce lightly, causing my whistling to come out staccato. They all thought that this was really funny, but I didn't stop. It was hard to whistle with so little air, but I was having fun provoking them. After about 30 seconds of whistling, Rachel admitted defeat, saying she couldn't bounce any higher since they were all packed in so tightly. Gloria said she would handle it, and I was were happy to find myself staring up at the slightly dirty sole of her left foot as she raised it and gently placed the ball of her foot over my mouth. I had to really fight the urge to lick that lovely sole! They all thought that this was really hilarious, and I could feel them laughing. The only one I could really see was Gloria, who was smiling and requesting songs for me to whistle. By now, I was past the three minute mark. She looked very beautiful standing on me, and when she looked down here long hair hung below her face. It was very sexy. At 4 minutes, I heard Kim say that she actually thought that I was going to make it. She sounded really bummed. Gloria remarked that she didn't have the $20 to loose! I felt Rachel hop off, and she was sitting on the top edge of the sofa. Much to my suprise, Bonnie stepped forward and turned sideways, facing Rachel and holding onto her for support. Then she started bouncing! With the extra room from the vacated Rachel, she could get in some much higher bounces than Rachel had before. After maybe 10, I cried uncle. With Gloria's foot over my mouth, I had to cry it three times before she stopped. The girls stepped off laughing. I lay on the floor catching my breath and chesting myself for damages as Gloria walked over to the table and passed each of the girls $20, keeping $40 for herself. She knelt down beside my head and told me never to underestimate the power or craftiness of a woman. And four together were real trouble. I had to agree.

Steven Wright