My Genie

My Genie

By Michael

Richard Danz is a very lucky man. At least that's what the people who know
him say. He earns very good money as a freelance columnist. While he isn't
wealthy, he has all the comforts he needs. And, as he works at home, he
doesn't have to go out and join the "battle for survival" that most other
men are forced to do. His natural talent for writing allows him to quickly
knock out a couple weeks of work and then he is free to enjoy his time. He
has a comfortable beach home in an exclusive neighborhood and enjoys
whiling away the hours walking along the beach. 

But, what these people didn't know, was that Richard was very lonely.
While a man of fairly handsome appearance in his late thirties, Richard
was plagued with shyness. He always felt uneasy and inadequate when he was
around people. Especially women. And the more beautiful the woman, the
more inadequate he felt. He always felt that women expected him to be
something other than who he was and they never really understood his
needs. Consequently, since his wife of seven years was killed in an auto
accident several years ago, Richard kept more and more to himself. He
fantasized about strong women who would break past his shy barrier and
sexually ravage his body. He began to read a lot of pornographic
literature, particularly stories involving strong willed women dominating
weaker willed men. He found he liked women who wore high heeled shoes and
dark seamed stockings and tight skirts. 

One day as Richard was spending the afternoon walking along the beach he
noticed something sticking out of the sand near the water's edge. It
looked like a knob or a cap of some kind. He bent to pick it up and found
it was the top portion of a glass bottle. He pried the bottle out of the
sand and looked at it. It was a different kind of bottle. It was trimmed
with ornate carvings and artwork. The bottle had a strange rounded almost
ball-shaped bottom and a tall narrow neck capped off with a pointy, tight
fitting cap. Richard felt sure the bottle was an antique and probably
worth a lot of money. But the money didn't interest him, he was going to
take the bottle home and display it on his desk. 

When Richard got home he took the bottle into the kitchen and cleaned it
up in the sink. The bottle was even more beautiful than it first appeared.
As Richard carried the bottle into his den he began to wonder about what
might be inside. He tried to pull the cap off, but it seemed to be stuck.
He put his thumbs on either side of the cap and applied pressure like a
waiter opening a champagne bottle and he felt it give a little. He pushed
even harder and suddenly with a loud pop...the cap blew off the bottle.
The sudden noise startled Richard causing him to drop the bottle onto the
carpeted floor. As Richard stared in amazement, a thick pink smoke began
to pour from the bottle. 

The smoke began to form into a dense cloud in the center of the room. And
to Richard's amazement the cloud began to take the shape of a human
form....a female human form....a beautiful female form! Suddenly standing
before Richard was the most beautiful female he had even seen. In fact she
was the most beautiful woman he had ever imagined! She had long, dark,
flowing hair framing a beautiful face with full rich lips and deep dark
eyes that look right into a man's sole. The sheer flowing gown she wore
did little to hide the svelte shapely body with firm - pointed breasts,
narrow waist and a firm round ass with a deep cleavge that connected a
pair of long shapely legs. 

As Richard stood there with his mouth agape, the beautiful creature began
to speak. 

"Oh thank you great master for freeing me from the bottle in which I have
been imprisoned for the past 500 years. To demonstrate my gratitude I
shall grant you any wish you desire. My name is Genie. I await your
command", the woman said as she bowed slightly. 

"Wh...what?" Richard stammered. "H...how...how did you get...get in that
bottle?" 

"I was imprisioned there by the master Zod for refusing to marry his ugly
nephew, Namrod," Genie said. "Namrod was ugly and stupid and wanted to
keep me imprisioned as his personal sex toy and plaything," Genie
explained. "When I refused to marry him, Zod became very angry and tricked
me into hiding in that bottle and then imprisoned me there. But now I am
free - thanks to you, and to show my gratitude, I'll grant you any wish
you desire." 

"Wish, wha...what kind of wish," Richard stammered as he devored the
beautiful creature that stood before him with his eyes. 

"Anything you want, silly. Jewels, (she blinked her eyes and suddenly a
large gold medallion with a huge ruby in the center hung from Richard's
neck on a thick gold chain) Clothes, (again she blinked her eyes and
Richard found himself clothed in an ornate robe, granted a few hundred
years out of style, but beautiful none the less) or perhaps a nice
camel..." 

"N...No, please. No camel," said Richard. He couldn't believe what was
happening, this must be some kind of a dream. His knees felt weak, he
slumped into a chair. "Wha...what is your name?" he asked weakly. 

"I am Jolanda." the genie replied. "And what are you called?" 

"Oh, ah, Richard... Richard Danz," he said as if in a trance as he
continued to stare at the beautiful aparition which stood before him. 

"Are you feeling well?" she inquired noticing that Richard had broken out
into a cold sweat and his voice was weak and choked. 

"Oh, I'll be OK as soon as I wake up from this dream I seem to be having,"
said Richard. 

"I'm no dream, silly," Jolanda said and walked over and stood in front of
Richard and put her hand on his cheek. "See, I'm real," she said. Richard
jumped slightly at the touch of this beautiful woman. As she stood right
in front of him he could see right through the sheer fabric of her gown.
She wasn't wearing any clothes underneath. He could see her suple figure
clearly, her firm full breasts, even the black bush between her legs. And
this was causing the member between his legs to throb and stiffen. 

"You must be right," he said. "Cause I never even dreamed anything this
good before." Richard couldn't take his eyes off her tantilizing body. His
prick was straining so hard at his trousers that it hurt him. 

"It would seem that I can tell what you're wishing," said Jolanda noticing
the huge bulge in his trousers. She slowly unfastened her gown and let it
fall to the floor. She stood before him naked. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
she asked softly. 

"You're probably the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," replied
Richard solemly. 

"Do you want me?" Jolanda asked seductively. 

"More than anything in the world," replied Richard. "What do I have to
do?" he asked with a quivering voice. 

"Why, just treat me right," Jolanda replied. "Those trousers look awful
uncomfortable, why don't we remove them." 

Richard began clawing at his belt buckle trying to unfasten it when
Jolanda said, "Here let me get that." With a blink of her eyes his clothes
disappeared and he stood naked in front of her. Richard couldn't believe
what was happening. But he didn't care either, dream or not, he intended
to get the most out of the situation. She came to him and put her arms
around him and kissed him deeply. When they came up for air Richard
suggested that they retire to the bedroom. With a blink of an eye they
were both suddenly lying on Richard's bed still arm in arm. Richard was so
desperate that he couldn't wait any longer. He plunged his thick member
into her cunt and began to stroke. It hurt Jolanda a little as her pussy
wasn't very wet yet. But, it didn't hurt very long because Richard was so
excited by everything that happened, and he hadn't had a woman in so long,
that he shot his load on the third stroke. Then he rolled over and slowly
nodded off to sleep feeling more relaxed than he had felt in a long, long
time. 

Jolanda couldn't believe this... 500 years and nothing has changed.
Everytime she gets involved in a sexual situation with someone she ends up
feeling like a toy to be taken out, played with and then tossed aside.
Jolanda had difficulty sleeping. She struggled all night to control her
anger. 

Richard awoke in the morning to find that the events of the day before
were not a dream. Jolanda was real! When Richard was in the bathroom
getting ready to go to town, - he had to deliver some stories to his
publisher - he began to talk to himself in the mirror. Jolanda was still
asleep in bed and with the door closed, he knew she couldn't hear. All
kinds of thoughts raced through his head. The idea of having his own
personal Genie. At the snap of his fingers she would provide him with
anything he ever wanted. And what a beautiful Genie too! He could command
her to have sex, any kind of sex, with him anytime he wanted. She would be
his personal sex slave. But then he began to think...he couldn't let other
people find about her. That could cause some real problems. They wouldn't
understand. Or they would try to steal her away. He figured he had better
keep her locked up in her bottle whenever he wasn't around just to be
safe. 

Jolanda woke up when Richard went into the bathroom. When she heard what
sounded like talking comming from the bathroom, she blinked her eyes and
made herself very small and she appeared in the bathroom behind the
mouthwash bottle. She heard everything Richard was saying! He was going to
make her his slave! He was going to try to lock her up again! She was
imprisoned for 500 years, and NO ONE was going to lock her up again -
EVER! 

When Richard came out of the bathroom, he found Jolanda just waking up. He
explained to her that he had to go into town and it would be safer for her
if she stayed in her bottle while he was gone. When she asked why she had
to stay in the bottle, he insisted that she do as he says and get in her
bottle. So Jolanda made some pink smoke and under the cover of the smoke
she made herself small and hid under the bed. Then she made the smoke go
into the bottle. As soon as the smoke was in the bottle Richard quickly
put the cap on the bottle and fastened it tight. Then he left for town. 

Now Genies are almost exactly like humans, but there are some differences.
Besides the obvious magical powers, Genies tend to be a bit emotional.
When they are happy, they are very happy. But, when they get angry - look
out! Oh they don't stay mad forever...just a decade or two. 

Jolanda was furious! The more she thought about it the madder she got.
"Make a slave of her will he? Lock her up! We'll see about that!" She
began to think of all the things she was going to do to him. She started
to throw things. She opened the drawer on the night stand and began to
throw things out of it when she noticed these magazines. They had pictures
on the front of women standing over cowering men. They wore spike-heeled
shoes, dark seamed stockings, and tight corsets. They commanded these
males to be their slaves. Jolanda's anger was temporarily checked as she
began to read. The more she read the more interested she became. She knew
what she was going to do to Richard. How she would turn the tables on him.
How she would make him pay for all the men who had used her. She read how
these strong women walked, litterally, all over these weak men. How these
male slaves were made to use their tongues to lick their mistresses feet
or pussy or asshole. She read how they were used as human furniture and
toilets. She knew with her powers she could make Richard into anything she
wanted. She spent the rest of the day reading and figuring out things she
could do to get even with Richard for the things that he and the rest of
his kind did to her. 

Richard could hardly wait to get home. All day he had been thinking how
great it would be to have his own personal genie. Christ he couldn't
believe it! It was just like some kind of dream. Anything he wanted...just
issue a command and it would be there. And he could have sex with the
beautiful Jolanda anytime he wanted. 

He was just like a little boy on Christmas morning when he fumbled with
the lock on the door in his haste to get in the house. Finally he flung
the door open and rushed inside. As soon as he cleared the threshold he
stopped in his tracks. He stared with his mouth open at the apparition
which stood before him. He had a vision in his mind of how Jolanda might
look when he let her out of her bottle, but he was totally unprepared for
what he saw. There standing before him was Jolanda. She was wearing black
leather spike-heeled pumps with very narrow 4" heels, dark brown stockings
ran all the way up her legs to mid thigh where the darker reinforced band
was held by garter straps that disappeared beneath a leather mini skirt.
Above her bare midriff was a tight strapless corset supporting her ample
breasts. Her flowing dark hair laid on her shoulders to frame her
beautiful face. And then Richard almost felt a stab as he noticed the deep
dark eyes with a piercing stare that went right through him. 

"Well...close the door, stupid," Jolanda said with a voice dripping with
venom. "I want to talk to you." 

"Huh...wha...ah," Richard stammered as thoughts raced through his mind. 

"Never mind, I'll get it," said Jolanda impatiently as the door slammed
shut and the lock clicked into place. Richard jerked around to look at the
door and then turned to face Jolanda with a puzzled look on his face. 

"Wha...how did you get out of your bottle?" Richard blurted out. "And
where did you get those clothes. An...," "You mean the bottle you tried to
imprison me in?" sneered Jolanda. "You mean where you wanted to keep me
until you were ready to take me out and use me. And then put me away until
you wanted me again." 

"Well....I didn't....I mean..." Richard started. 

"Shut up!" Jolanda yelled. "On your knees, SLAVE!" Wham! Richard fell to
the floor like a felled tree as his legs col- lapsed under him. He found
himself on all fours on the floor with his face inches from Jolanda's
high-heeled feet. He was unable to move anything, but his head. "Well I
got news for you, buster, from now on it is I who will be using you! Soon
you will know what it is like to be a piece of property. You will be used
for my pleasure. You will be used as my sex slave, or furniture, or rug,
or clothing or toilet or anything else I want. Your comfort or pain will
be of no concern, only my desires. Pretty soon you'll spend more time
licking my sweaty feet than you spend licking your own lips. You'll learn
to savor the taste of my asshole more than your favorite dessert. There
won't be a minute go by that you won't have the taste of some part of my
glorious body in your mouth. And when I'm done with you I'll just put you
away. But, since you don't have a bottle I'll have to find some- place
else to put you. Like inside the shoes I'm wearing, or maybe inside my
panties. How would you like that? Would you like to live in my ass? Any
attempt to resist me will result in immediate punishment. You will have to
suffer to serve me, but any attempt to defy me will result in suffering
like you've never known." 

With that Jolanda drew back her right foot and kicked Richard in the face
with the pointy toe of her high-heeled pump. Since Richard was unable to
move, he could do nothing to avoid the blow that smashed into his face and
snapped his head back. He could feel the excurciating pain as the hard
pointed toe of her shoe connected with his upper lip just below his nose.
"Well..." touted Jolanda, "what do you have to say for yourself?" 

"I'm...ah...sorry...I," Richard started. WHAM! Jolanda kicked him in the
face again. This time right in the mouth. 

"You will address me as Mistress! Worm." Jolanda yelled as she kicked her
helpless victim in the face again. She found that she rather enjoyed
kicking him in the face like this - she wasn't sure why, but it felt good
somehow. It made her feel alive and in charge to have this man at her
total mercy like this. 

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Richard muttered as Jolanda kicked him in the face
again anyway. "Please...I'll do anything." Richard pleaded. 

"Good, that's better," sneered Jolanda. "Get down and kiss my feet!"
Richard suddenly found that he could bend at the waist and so he bent down
and kissed the toe of each of Jolanda's black pumps. "Come over her by the
sofa and you can properly lick my feet," said Jolanda as she turned and
started to the sofa. Suddenly Richard found that he could move. He started
to get up and as he did his kicked-in brains began to work again. He
started thinking that maybe he better get out of here. This whole thing
was kind of crazy. He looked at the door and thought that maybe he better
make a dash for it before anything else crazy happened. Then he looked
back at Jolanda and there she was! Staring at him! With those black eyes
that could look clear through a man! It's as though she could read his
every thought - she couldn't, but it wasn't hard to figure what Richard
was thinking. Richard glanced at the door again, but before he could move
- he found himself flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, lying in
front of the door. He didn't know how he got there, but he couldn't move.
Then he saw Jolanda walking toward him. 

"What is it you find so facinating about the door, Richard." Jolanda
asked. "You weren't thinking about leaving were you? I hope not! That
would make me very angry. And when I get angry I do terrible things. I
might blink my eyes and you would find yourself in a vat of boiling oil or
falling off of a cliff. You don't want that do you?" 

"Oh, no! Please, I wasn't thinking of leaving," Richard pleaded. "I was
just...." 

"Well you must of been thinking of something," Jolanda cut him off. "The
way you were looking at the door. Maybe you were thinking of what fun it
would be to be a doormat? Well which is it were you wanting to leave or do
you want to be my doormat?" Richard knew that he had better agree to
anything she said if he wanted to remain in one piece. 

"Oh, yes I want to be your doormat...ahhh," Richard groaned as Jolanda
blinked her eyes and suddenly appeared standing on his chest. Standing
with her full weight on those thin spike-heeled pumps. 

"Why I'm very glad to hear that, Richard," Jolanda said as she peered down
at Richard's straining face. "I was afraid you might be wanting to leave
or something." Then she stomped her foot on his chest for emphasis. At
125lbs., Jolanda is anything but overweight, but to poor Richard she was
plenty heavy. Especially as those scary spike heels of hers' were sinking
into his flesh. 

"Oh...no...Mis..Mistress," Richard said through clenched teeth. 

Still standing on his chest with both feet and peering into his
pain-racked face, Jolanda said, "That's good I'm glad that you so enjoy
being my doormat and rug." Jolanda said as she began to walk around on
poor Richard's body. "I think I like this too. I'm going to let you do
this often." Jolanda didn't try to walk softly or anything, she just
walked around as though she were walking on an unfeeling rug and not a
human being. Each step leaving little heel prints on Richard's soft skin.
Through tear soaked eyes, Richard couldn't help but notice how
magnificient Jolanda looked up above him. For some reason he felt a
stirring in his loins and he looked up at the beautiful towering figure
above him. From his vantage point he could see all the way up her long,
silky, nyloned leg and into her black satin panty crotch. A panty crotch
that Jolanda noticed was starting to get moist as she felt a sensual rush
of heat from the sheer power she felt from walking on this man. It was
because Richard's attention was focused on this panty crotch that he
didn't notice the high-heeled foot commimg down on his face until just
before it smashed down his features as Jolanda walked right across his
face! Her spike heel digging deep into Richard's chin as her sole mashed
down his nose. 

"My! I never knew that could be so much fun," said Jolanda as she walked
back aross Richard's face again. As her foot mashed into Richard's
suffering face, Jolanda felt a tremendous rush of power and a throbing in
her pussy. She walked over his face ten more times. Each time walking
without a care to the havoc she was raising with Richard's poor face as
her spike heels tore it apart. Sometimes she would even give her foot a
deliberate twist as she stepped on Richard's helpless form. Finally she
ended by standing on Richard's smashed face with both feet. His entire
body was twitching in a spastic sort of way as her narrow heels dug into
his chin and mouth and her soles mashed the rest of his face flat. Jolanda
began to quiver and shake in the throws of the most powerful orgasim she
had ever experienced! 

As her orgasim subsided she stepped back onto Richard's chest and peered
down into his ruined face. It was covered with little marks where her
spike heels bit into his face, bruises were forming all over, and his nose
was mashed kind of flat. "I know how much you enjoy being my rug, Richard,
dear, but it's time to stop now. If you remember, you were about to lick
my feet, before we stopped to play this little game of yours," Jolanda
said as she stepped down from Richard's pain racked body and walked over
to the sofa. Over her shoulder Jolanda said, "Don't worry, Richard, we'll
be able to play this game again. In fact we'll play it every day if you
like. 

As Jolanda sat down on the couch, Richard found that he could move again.
Not that he wanted to. Every muscle in his body hurt. And his face felt as
though it had been torn to shreds. He couldn't believe it! This woman
actually walked on his face in spike-heeled shoes without a care in the
world. Doesn't she know how much that hurts? Does she know how much damage
she can do to a person's face like that? He thought of explaining that to
her when her voice broke his train of thought. 

"Well, hurry up, stupid!" she said angrily. "What's the matter? Is the
reality of having a full grown woman walking on you different from what
you read in your books?" 

'So that's what's got into her,' Richard thought. 'She found my books! She
probably thinks she is doing my wish or something.' As he crawled over to
the couch where she was sitting staring at him with those dark eyes he
thought he had better explain. 

"I don't think you understand," Richard tried to explain. "I don't want
you to do the things shown in those books, they are just a fantasy. If you
do that for real you could do some serious damage to a person. You
could..." WHAM! Jolanda jumped to her feet and kicked Richard in the face
as hard as she could with the toe of her shod foot. The force of the blow
would have knocked him over on his back, but Richard found himself frozen
again. There was no way he could move to avoid the next blow as Jolanda
kicked him in the face a second time. This time the toe of her shoe caught
him squarely in the mouth and rammed itself inside his mouth till it hit
the back of his throat and jarred loose a tooth in the process. 

"No! Stupid! It's you that doesn't understand," Jolanda screamed at him.
"We're doing this because I want to - not because you want to. You tried to 
make me your slave. Well, those books of yours just showed me that I had 
other options. Now it's you who are my slave.

 
                        --===My Genie Part 2===--


"No! Stupid! It's you that doesn't understand," Jolanda screamed at him.
"We're doing this because I want to - not because you want to. You tried
to make me your slave. Well, those books of yours just showed me that I
had other options. Now it's you who are my slave. And as for hurting
you...." WHAM! She kicked him in the face again. "I could care less. It
makes me feel powerful to do things to you and I don't care what you feel.
But I can tell you this, it'll hurt a lot less if you quit making me mad.
And as for the damage, well I'm a genie. If I do too much damage I can
just fix it back and then start all over again. I could do these things to
you forever. Now get busy and lick my feet. They are hot and tired. I've
had these shoes on all day practicing walking in them and my feet are
tired and sore and I want to soak them in your mouth." Jolanda kicked him
in the face once more and then sat down and crossed her leg so that her
shod foot was right in Richard's face. Richard, finding that he could move
again, reached up and removed the pump from Jolanda's foot. He knew he
would have to do anything she asked of him. "Lick out the inside before
you put it down," Jolanda said. "I like to keep my shoes clean." As
Richard pressed the shoe to his face he could smell the leather mingled
with the smell of Jolanda's foot sweat. He licked all the salty tasting
perspiration from the inside of her shoe before he put it down. Jolanda
pressed the sole of her foot to his face and began to slowly kneed his
face with her toes. He could smell the odor of her feet in the damp
nylons. As he opened his mouth to breathe she pushed her toes into his
mouth and Richard tasted the salty flavor of Jolanda's feet as he sucked
the perspiration from the dark reinforced toe area of her dirty nylons. He
sucked, licked, and caressed her nyloned foot with his tongue for twenty
minutes before she told him to do the same thing to her other foot. Twenty
minutes later Jolanda's feet felt better and the inside of Richard's mouth
tasted just like the inside of her shoes. 

"Well, that feels much better," Jolanda said as she stretched out her legs
and propped her feet on Richard's, suddenly immobilized, face like it was
a footstool. "I sure hope you like the taste of my dirty nylons, because
you're going to be tasting them every day from now on." Then she started
rubbing her feet slowly up and down his face, the rough mesh of her nylons
burning his sore face. Richard couldn't help but wonder what had happened
to him. He thought he had it made. He had everything he wanted and a
beautiful love slave. Now he finds that his face is nothing more than
something for her to wipe her feet on. His mouth is a wet, warm place for
her to soak her tired, dirty feet. 

"Now that my feet feel better I'm going to read some more of these
magazine articles to learn how to deal with you," Jolanda said as she
removed her feet from Richard's face. "And I don't want to be disturbed by
you. Get up on the couch and lie down. I'll sit on your stupid face while
I read." As Richard got up in position, Jolanda removed her skirt and
soaked panties and then unceremoniously plopped her naked ass down on
Richard's upturned face. As his head sank deep into the cushions from her
weight, she twisted her ass around on his face and came to rest with her
hot, wet cunt pressed to his open mouth and his nose pressed against her
pungent asshole. 

Richard, trying to get some air with his face smashed beneath her hot,
dank, ass, began to suck on the hairy cunt that filled his mouth. Jolanda,
enjoying the feeling of Richard's sucking mouth on her private parts,
began to grind her cunt and ass into his trapped face thinking only of her
own pleasure and totally oblivious to anything else. Richard could taste
the remnants of her previous cum blended with the taste of her
perspiration and the fresh juices flooding into his mouth as he sucked and
licked for all he was worth. His whole world became the taste of her
dripping wet pussy and the smell of her hot spicy asshole. 

Due to lack of air, Richard began to slow down. Jolanda, not wanting the
pleasure she was feeling to diminish, sensed his slowing and blinked her
eyes. Suddenly Richard had plenty of air in his lungs. He didn't know how
exactly, the beautiful genie was still sitting on his face with all her
weight and his mouth was still full of her pulsating pussy and his nose
was still pressed so tight to her asshole that he thought I might slip
inside, but he had plenty of air too. 

"If you want to keep breathing, you'd better eat me real good," Jolanda
panted and she ground her ass unmercifully into his already sore features.
Richard licked and sucked at her tasty cunt as though his life depended
upon it - and of course it did! Jolanda ground harder and harder into his
face until she shuddered to the biggest climax she ever remembers having.
As her cunt exploded into Richard's mouth, he drank freely the flood of
girl juices that spilled from her. 

As the throws of her orgasm subsided, Jolanda leaned back and shifted her
hips so that her hot asshole was pressed tight to Richard's open mouth.
She brought her feet up and rested them on Richard's crotch and rock-hard
penis. She instructed Richard to stick his tongue as far up her dirty
asshole as possible and lick and suck slowly while she read her magazine.
She even blinked and made his tongue an inch and a half longer so he could
reach deep inside her foul tasting rectum. As he lay there, the pain
mounting in his head as her heavy ass mashed down his face, Richard had
plenty of time to reflect on his new position in life. He wondered at what
he had become as he slowly worked his tongue in and out of Jolanda's sour
asshole and drank down the ass juices mixed with his own saliva that
flowed into his mouth. 

Jolanda felt a surge of power that she had never felt before. She felt
like a queen sitting on her living throne. She enjoyed the sensation of
Richard's (now longer) tongue sliding slowly in and out of her asshole.
She didn't give much thought to what Richard was feeling only her own
pleasure. She did wonder if Richard liked the taste of her ass, not that
it mattered, but she had heard that sometimes people develop an acquired
taste for something that at first they didn't like. If it was possible,
she knew that this slug on who's face she was sitting would acquire a
taste for her ass as she planned on doing this often. Occasionally she
would try to grip his tongue by tightening her sphincter. She couldn't
grip it tight enough to stop it from moving, but it felt good trying. 

After a while Jolanda settled down and began to read her magazine. As she
became involved in her reading she forgot all about the slave who was
suffering beneath her. Richard lost track of how long he had been trapped
beneath this beautiful woman's heavy ass, but the increasing pain in his
head from the unrelenting weight mashing his face told him it was a long
time. The only time she moved was once when she shifted her weight
slightly by twisting her ass on his trapped face and a couple of times she
repositioned her feet on his crotch, banging her heels into his balls each
time. He wondered if she knew how incredibly hot it was in her ass or how
foul her asshole tasted. 

Richard decided to try and think about other things so as to take his mind
off his suffering. He tried to think of pleasant things and better times.
He was just beginning to have some success at this when Jolanda jerked him
back to stark reality by rudely farting into his open mouth! 

Jolanda felt the gas pressure building, but did nothing to stop its
release. In fact she even helped it along a little by pushing it out. She
wasn't even thinking about the face she was sitting on - in fact it wasn't
even until she felt Richard's cheeks puff up as his mouth filled with the
sharp tasting air that she realized that she had just farted directly into
some man's mouth. As the realization struck her she felt a warm glow in
her pussy and slowly ground her ass in her slave's face to celebrate the
moment. 

Ordinarily she might have been more aware of what she was doing, but she
was so engrossed in the article she was reading that she didn't think of
anything else. She was reading an article about a woman who was much like
herself. One that wasn't going to be pushed around by men anymore. The
article described how this woman kept her husband as her slave to be used
whenever she wanted. The article described how this woman made her
slave/husband lick her dirty feet and asshole daily. And the part that
really got Jolanda's attention was this woman telling how she used her
husband's mouth as a toilet every time she had to piss. WOW! That idea
made Jolanda feel so good that she knew she had to try it. And she had the
man she needed to try it on - right under her ass! 

Jolanda slid her ass back over Richard's face and positioned her pussy on
his mouth. She was so excited in anticipation of what she was about to do
that she could hardly hold it till she was in the right position. 

"Now, open wide!" she said as she pressed her pussy tight against
Richard's open mouth. "I've got a little drink for you." With that she let
go with a torrent of piss right in Richard's unsuspecting mouth. Richard
didn't know what was going on. When she slid back and positioned her pussy
on his mouth he figured he would have to lick her to orgasm again. No
sooner had he opened his mouth when it was suddenly filled by a flood of
hot, acrid, girl piss. Survival dictated that he try and drink as much of
the foul tasting urine as he could, but he couldn't keep up with the flow
and some of the piss began to spill from his mouth. 

"What are you doing?!" Jolanda screamed when she saw her piss spilling
from Richard's gulping mouth. "Don't you like the taste of my piss?! How
dare you spill it!" She sneered as she stifled the flow of her urine and
then raised her right foot and kicked Richard as hard as she could in the
balls. Richard gagged on her piss as he tried to scream into her wet pussy
as the pain suddenly exploded in his balls. She then began bouncing up and
down on Richard's sore face with all of her weight. 

"I'll teach... you to spill... my piss," she gasped between bounces.
Richard's head felt like it was going to bust as her heavy ass smashed
into it over and over again. Just as Richard thought he was going to lose
consciousness she tired of bouncing and rested with her ass perched
squarely on Richard's head, his face wedged in her hot, damp, smelly
crack. After she calmed down a little, Jolanda realized that Richard
couldn't possibility swallow fast enough to keep up with her flow. But
that doesn't matter, he should have tried harder she thought as she
positioned her pussy over his mouth once more. 

This time she blinked and Richard,s larynx froze open. She let go and
pissed long and hard into Richard's open mouth. With his larynx fixed in
the open position, it was like pissing into an open pipe with his mouth
acting like a funnel. I think it was here that Richard realized the full
power that this woman had over him. She was using his mouth just like a
regular toilet, with no more thought than would have been given to a
porcelain bowl. As her foul-tasting piss cascaded into his mouth he
realized that whatever he thought or felt didn't matter any more. He knew
he would have to put up with whatever indignity this woman subjected him
to, and he would have to suffer any pain she dished out until he could
figure a way out of this mess. 

After Jolanda finished pissing in Richard's mouth, she let him close his
mouth and ordered him to lick her clean. The thought of what she had just
done in this man's mouth and Richard's working tongue soon got her excited
again. Richard continued to lick and suck at her pissy tasting pussy until
she exploded into his mouth with her orgasm. Jolanda then slid her asshole
back over his mouth and had him insert his tongue in her rectum as she sat
on his face and relaxed from her powerful orgasm. 

Jolanda continued to sit on Richard's face for another twenty minutes or
so. Savoring the exquisite feel of his soft, moist tongue working slowing
in and out of her asshole. She found that she couldn't resist the urge to
fart into Richard's mouth one more time. She loved blowing his mouth up
with her ass air, so she let go with a long one. Jolanda laughed as
Richard choked and sputtered as he sucked down her foul fart. 

"If you are done sucking on my tasty asshole, we'll go to bed now,"
Jolanda announced as she stood up. "Bring my clothes and follow me into
the bedroom." 

As Jolanda's hot ass raised up off of Richard's face he could feel the
cool air rush in over his wet face which was covered with girl
perspiration, cum, piss, and ass juices. He followed her into the bedroom. 

"You might as well make yourself useful while you sleep," Jolanda said as
soon as they entered the room. "Put those filthy panties in your mouth.
You can clean them while you sleep. Richard put the soiled panties in his
mouth and began stroking his tongue over the drying cum and perspiration
stains in the crotch area. 

"Put my shoes down by the bed," Jolanda said. "One of them will serve as
your bottle for the night. Richard put the shoes down as instructed and
before he knew what was happening he noticed Jolanda blink and he began to
shrink until he was only 5 inches tall. As he stared up at the giant
amazon that towered above him he stood in awe as she raised her right foot
and kicked him in the face. The collision with the giant nyloned foot
knocked Richard flat on his back and then the huge foot descended on his
face mashing his features and upper chest beneath it. Jolanda laughed at
the sight of the little man sticking out from under her foot. She couldn't
resist the urge to twist her foot about on his face as though she were
squashing an offensive bug. It made her feel good to know that never again
would a man control her life. She was in control now and she knew that she
would never go back. Richard silently screamed into the bottom of her foot
as the rough mesh of the nylon twisted about on his face mangling his nose
and threatening to scrub the skin off of his sore face. Jolanda bent down
to grasp Richard's body and pull it out from under her foot. As she did
she made a point of shifting all of her weight to the ball of the foot
that was mashing Richard's face and pressing his head deep into the pile
of the carpet. Richard thought his whole head was going to bust open from
the tremendous pressure caused by the massive foot on his face. Then
suddenly the pressure lessened as Jolanda's hand wrapped around his waist
and pulled him from under her foot. 

"Nighty-night," Jolanda said as she dropped Richard's small form
head-first into one of her high heeled shoes. Then she sat on the bed and
removed her soiled nylons. "Here is your blankets." Jolanda said with a
stifled giggle as she stuffed the dirty nylons into the shoe that Richard
was lying in. 

As Jolanda slept peacefully above him, Richard was a long time going to
sleep as he laid in the dank shoe embedded in the smell of Jolanda's worn
nylons and tasting the filthy panties in his mouth. Even after he fell to
sleep he continued to suck all the flavor out of the soiled material. 

Morning came with a jolt for Richard as Jolanda, who awakened first,
pulled the nylons from her shoe and dumped Richard out on the carpet. As
he struggled to clear his head he looked up into the lovely face of the
beautiful creature that towered, still naked, above him. 

"Well, how are we this morning, worm," Jolanda said with a sneer. Richard
started to say something, but his mouth was still full of panties. "You
can't talk with your mouth full, stupid. Here let me take those panties
for you." Jolanda said as she blinked and the panties suddenly appeared
full-size in her hand. "For your sake these had better be clean," she
warned as she examined the damp garment. "Ah ha! Look at this!" she
screamed as she shoved the panties down in Richard's direction. "What's
this brown mark on the seat? You didn't get it all out. Can't you do
anything right! You..stupid little cock. That's what you look like down
there, you know, a little cock." A smile formed on Jolanda's face as an
idea suddenly struck her. "Well, what do you think? Would you make a good
cock?" 

Before Richard could answer, Jolanda's hand came down and scooped him up
from the rug. She brought him up close to her face and said, "Don't screw
this up stupid, or I'll stuff you up my asshole and leave you there." Then
she blinked her eyes and Richard's body became stiff. She then laid down
on the bed and, grabbing Richard by the legs, began rubbing his face and
head slowly up and down her wet pussy furrow. Richard was assailed by the
strong smell of her stale pussy as his face rubbed over the ever wet pussy
flesh. Richard was practically drowning in the sopping fluids that flowed
from her. A couple of times she even slid his stiff form further up her
crotch and used his face to scrub her sharp, pungent asshole. Then she
plunged his whole body deep into her hot, wet, vagina and began stroking
it in and out. Slowly at first, but then with increasing speed as her
orgasm built. Richard thought he would drown the flood of girl juices as
his head was pumped deeper and deeper into her churning pussy. The muscles
of her vagina contracting on his head was like some giant monster tying to
eat him. It was easily the most frightening experience Richard had ever
known. Finally a great flood of girl juices covered Richard's head and the
throbbing pussy began vibrating against his head as Jolanda experienced
her orgasm. 

As the orgasm died down, Jolanda pulled Richard's wet half-dead form from
her pussy and after slowing stroking up and down her furrow a couple of
more times she let her hand, still holding Richard, drop limply at her
side. 

"Well, what do you know," Jolanda said after a few minutes. "We finally
found something that you can do right. Next time I'll try you out on my
asshole." Richard couldn't imagine how he could ever survive having his
head stuck up her stinking asshole, but he knew better than to say
anything now. 

Jolanda sat up and tossed Richard to the floor. Sometime before he landed,
Jolanda blinked, and Richard grew to full size and landed on his back on
the carpet at the foot of the bed with a thud. Jolanda got up and headed
to the bathroom. She made a point of stepping on Richard's upturned face
with her bare foot and walking over it on her way to the bathroom. 

"You can come in here and help me get ready," she said to Richard over her
shoulder as she entered the bathroom. 

Jolanda was waiting impatiently when Richard crawled into the bathroom.
"Well, stupid, get your head up on the toilet seat for me to sit on! I've
got to piss and I don't like waiting on the likes of you," Jolanda
sneered. 

"Awh...please, mistress, don't make me drink your piss. I..." WHAM!
Richard's pleas were cut off as Jolanda kicked him as hard as she could in
the mouth with her bare foot. 

"You shut up, you stupid jerk!" Jolanda screamed as she kicked him in the
face again. "One more word from you and I swear I'll take you to the
nearest public toilet and fix it so every woman in town can use your mouth
for her business. Now get in position...I've got to go!" 

Richard crawled over and placed the back of his neck over the edge of the
toilet bowl with his head hanging over the water, his head ready to be
used as a seat by his beautiful mistress. Jolanda immediately stepped up
on his crotch with both feet and turned around on his sore organs so that
her back was to the toilet. Richard's groans were suddenly muffled as
Jolanda sat down full on his upturned face with her saucy ass. He thought
his neck was going to break as her ass pressed into his face with all her
weight. She positioned her pussy over his open mouth and his nose pressed
hard into her strong smelling asshole. Jolanda blinked her eyes and
Richard's throat froze open. Suddenly Richard's mouth was flooding with a
torrent of hot girl piss as Jolanda emptied her full bladder into his
mouth. There was nothing Richard could do except endure the weight
pressing down on his face and smell her dirty asshole and taste her hot
piss. Jolanda pissed in his mouth for a long time. When her flow at last
subsided, she blinked her eyes and Richard could close his throat again. 

"Lick me clean," Jolanda said as she bounced her ass im- patiently on
Richard's face. After Richard licked the last few drops of piss from her
pussy she slid forward a little and said. "Now stick your tongue up my
dirty asshole and swab it out good," Jolanda sneered as she blinked her
eyes to make his tongue longer. Richard could taste her strong flavor as
he worked his tongue around in her hot asshole. After he had thoroughly
cleaned her tight asshole Jolanda stood up. Richard gasped from the sudden
transfer of weight from his face to his crotch. 

"Lie down in front of the sink. You'll make a nice mat to stand on after I
take my shower," Jolanda said as she stepped down off of Richard's crotch,
making sure she twisted her foot on his balls as she did so, and stepped
into the shower. 

As the sound of the running shower filled Richard's ears he laid down on
his back on the cold hard tile in front of the sink and waited. The taste
Jolanda's morning piss and stale asshole lingered in his mouth as he
contemplated his future. It seemed hard to believe that this beautiful
dark-haired woman could be so cruel. It seemed impossible that she could
wield such power over him that he would voluntarily lie down and let her
sit on his face and piss in his mouth and he didn't even hesitate to lick
out her dirty asshole like he was licking the icing off a spoon. He hoped
he would soon wake up from this dream he was having. 

His thoughts were interrupted as Jolanda stepped out of the shower and
began to dry herself off. She totally ignored Richard lying on the floor
in front of her as she rubbed the towel over her supple body. Richard
wasn't about to try and attract her attention. He had learned that
attracting her attention could be anywhere from distasteful to down right
painful. He just laid there and admired her naked form. 

After she was dry, Jolanda walked over to the sink. She stepped up on
Richard's chest with one foot. The groan that escaped his lips as her full
weight pressed her bare foot into his chest was cut off as her other foot
came to rest on his face. She stood on him as she checked herself in the
mirror and fixed her face and hair. She ignored totally the human being
that was suffering under her feet as she occasionally shifted her weight
from one foot to the next or as she twisted about on him. Richard felt
squashed under her relentless weight. He was particularly plagued by the
foot on his face. He thought his head would crush when she shifted all of
her weight to that foot and then just stood there for long periods. He
began to think that her foot was actually sinking into his face. When she
twisted her foot about on his face he could feel his nose and lips being
misformed. 

Jolanda was not totally unaware of the quivering body beneath her feet.
She quietly enjoyed the feel of his body straining under her feet. She
especially enjoyed the feel of his face under her bare toes. She could
make out all of his features and liked the way they mushed around when she
slowly twisted her foot about on his face. 

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.

                         --===My Genie Part 3===--

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 bear