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The original plan had called for Sue and one of her employees, Jenny to have an afternoon squash game and arrive back at Sean's house at around 4 or 5 in the afternoon. Sean was expecting them "sometime" after noon.

Jenny ended up not being available.. but Sue was keen for a trampling partner so she approached another shop employee .. a young girl called Anne. Anne was all of 19.. but very anti-male. A legacy of a drunken wife-beating father and an obnoxious bullying brother. She had never trampled a man before, nor had decent foot worship, but was keen to try and eagerly accepted Sue's offer.

Standing over 6' in her size 9 Nike's and weighing nearly 145lbs, Anne was bordering on Amazonic in appearance. She had short close-cropped black hair and a wide gorgeous smile. She looked somewhat like a young Katherine Hepburn. The change of girl also allowed for a rescheduling of the squash game to 10:00. They were all done by 11:00 with Anne the winner.

Sean was washing dishes. It was a few minutes before noon and he had planned to be at his expected doormat position by soon after the hour. Anne parked her Volvo on the street a door or two down. At Sue's insistance they sat in the car till 12:00. At precicely 12:02 she used her door key and entered Sean's house .. catching him totally by suprise for the 2nd time in 3 days.

"You turkey .. don't you _ever_ learn" she snarled at Sean. "I said we'd be here in the afternoon .. and it's afternoon. Why aren't you lying down for me to wipe my feet on?"

"Sean didn't know what to say. Whatever he said would only aggrivate her so he settled on a simple "Sorry" and dropped to the floor .. on his back. Anne looked down and gave a little chuckle. What a pathetic sight. A full grown man lying on his back, dishcloth in one hand .. a saucepan lid in the other .. waiting to get walked on by two women .. one of which (her) he had never even met before. What a wimp.

Sue wasted little time. "This is how I like to greet Sean" she said to Anne."He's a good doormat.. hardly moves at all and doesn't like it one bit" Sue stepped forward and placed her left foot on Sean's chest. She pressed and twisted it a bit and noticed that the grippt soles of her Nike's were causing the cloth of Sean's T-shirt to gather and bunch. She raised her foot a tad, to allow the cloth to straighten out, and then bought it down firmly on his upper chest following through immediately with her right foot, twisting quickly till she was standing with both feet on her human rug.

Sue then simply started to wipe her feet on his body.. just as though she was on a conventional doormat. Each wipe was accompanied by a small shifting of weight from one foot to the other .. and accompanied also by a slight groan from Sean. "Big weekend for you bozo" she snarled at him "Turn your face towards the side" Sean complied and was at once feeling her weight on his cheek as she stepped forward onto his head. Standing and balancing on one foot for a moment before stepping off him and onto the ground. "Your turn Anne: she said.

Anne walked towards the wimp, stopping when she was next to him. Sue could see the look of uncertainty that was growing on Anne's face. "Of course.. how silly of me", she said, "You've not been properly introduced .. where are my manners?. Sean .. this is Anne, a friend.. and colleague of mine.. a woman and therefore your natural superior in everything. Obey and serve her as you do me. Anne .. this is rugboy.. aka carpetman, footslave, bozo or whatever other epiphat you want" "The trick" Sue continued "The trick is to not think of him as human. He is nothing more than a piece of furniture. When you wipe your feet on him don't be put off by his mumblings. He's insignificant"

"OK" replied Anne. "I can handle this" With that Anne placed her right Reebok on Sean's stomach. Using the door jam for balance she slowly transferred her weight onto that foot until she was standing with her full 145lbs on one foot before bringing the other one slowly down in front .. onto Sean's left breast. She shuffled around a bit but was finding traction hard. Sue noticed this and asked Anne to step back onto Sean waist. This done Sue knealt down beside the rugman and hoisted his T-shirt up and over his head, exposing his bare flesh.

"Try that" said Sue. "your Reeboks should be able to grip his skin real well" Anne stepped forward again. Sean's face showed what Sue had expected He was grimacing and struggling for breath as the amazonic young girl stood full weight on his stomach.. squeezing the wind out of him. Emulating Sue's moves, Anne began to wipe he feet on the man's chest and stomach. She marvelled at the power she felt. She particularly liked the way he groaned as she shifted from foot to foot .. and she liked the little 'track' marks her Reebok soles were leaving on his skin. "These shoes dig into squash court floors under speed .. and fairly wreck my lawn when it scuff my feet .. it's cool how they mark him" "That's nothing sweety" Sue replied .. just wait to you see the pock marks my stilettos leave.. and you will .. later" Anne interpreted this as a `that's enough' hint from Sue and started to dismount her doormat. "Wanna try the face?" Sue asked. Anne thought a moment but declined. "Maybe later" she said. "I want to try this foot worship you're alway on about.. I want him to lick-clean my sweaty feet" "Absolutely!" exclaimed Sue. He's here to serve .. and he really LOVES sucking sweat .. isn't that right Sean?" It was a silly question. Sean had his own hate list. Sure he hated virtually everything That Sue did to him.. but having to lick her feet was one of the most demeaning tasks a chore that always made worse by the way Sue almost totally ignored him while he was servicing her. He had no fetish at all. And she knew it and played on it just to make his life more miserable.

The girls entered the lounge room and sat next to each other on the couch Sean dragged himself up and followed. At Sue's command he went back into the kitchen and retrieved 2 small plastic garbage bags, the type that are used to line small waste bins. He also bought back 4 wire ties to secure the contents in place. "Remove my Nikes" growled Sue. Sean complied and waited front of his tormentress waited for the next unpleasantness. He did'nt have to wait long. Sue extended her feet and began to rub her sweaty white sports socks on his face. "Breath deep little man" she said. The stench was incredible. Like a bowl of nasty European cheese. Sue observed his disgusted look and smiled. She loved doing this to him.

She rubbed for a minute or two before commanding Sean to remove the socks and stow them in one of the bags. He was then made to do the same with Anne's attire. Anne, still a bit unconfident of her powers didn't rub _her_ feet on him. He bagged up her socks and was somewhat puzzled when Sue told him to take the two bags into the bathroom and put them into the bathtub. She also told him to turn on the hot water faucet till all four bags were bobbing up and down comically in a pool of hot steamy water.

"Those bags better be done up tight Sean.. ther'll be hell to pay if my socks get wet" Sue yelled from the lounge room. Sean double checked. The bags were air/water tight.. but already the plastic was very hot to the touch. "Get your arse back in here footboy!" Sean hurried back into the room. Sue's glare told him that she thought he had taken too long. He once again knelt before her. She gave him a swift kick to the right side of his face. "Where's your manners boy.. we have a guest .. do her's first" Sean shuffled to his left till he has in front of the attractive.. tall.. long legged house guest. "Sean is pretty good at foot service" Sue said "I'll get him to run through his entire repetoire for you... give him one of your feet" Anne grinned. THIS is what she wanted. A man, virtually a stranger, on the floor waiting to worship her. Waiting to treat her like the superior being she knew she was. She extended her right foot and Sean cradled it reverantly in his hands. He reach behind him and slid a foot stool over.. manouvering it till it supported her leg, leaving her foot, ankle and several inches of leg dangling over the edge.

"First... the ankle lick" ordered Sue. Sean lowered his head and put his tongue on the outer side of Anne's ankle. She jerked a little at first before Sue gave her some reassuring words. "just sit back and relax your leg" saud Sue. He will do any moving that needs to be done. You'll love this .. he'll ensure that, as he knows what i'll do to him if he doesn't please you" Anne relaxed. She settled back in the chair and closed her eyes as Sean's tongue traced it's way around her ankle.

"Now lick the heel" Sean shifted position and licked her heel. The skin was harder here.. but soft enough for Anne to feel this pathetic male's moist warm tongue at work. "the arch and the the outer edge" prompted Sue. Sean had been taught this very well. Sue would totally immerse her feet in things like custard or chocolate sauce and have Sean lick them clean.. then she'd examine her feet closely and if any trace of the substance was found on her skin she'd punish him severely. Sean could do this without looking. His tongue was well trained in seeking and moistening ever square millimeter of the female foot.

Anne was geeting so relaxed that she barely heard Sue telling Sean to now lick the sole. It tickled a bit at first and she wondered how bad it must taste. Small bits of sock fibre intermixed with flakes of dead skin and gelled together with dried perspiration. As the sticky sweat was removed she could feel the cool air reaching her refreshed skin. He licked for about 10 minutes before moving to her toes. Sucking them at first one-at-a-time then in groups of 2 or 3. He nibbled on the ends at she curled up a bit as she felt his tongue sliding between them, massaging the tender skin and removing the small gritty particles. "He likes toejam .. don't you.. loser" said Sue.. prodding his ribs with her foot. "I never thought it'd feel this GREAT" exclaimed Anne. "I could handle having this done everyday .. many times each day in fact" "no reason why you can't" said Sue. Plenty of men out there.. just pick out a wimp. With training they can all be as good as him"

20 minutes later he was finished. Anne needed no prompting and quickly swapped feet for him to repeat on her left foot. Sean repeated his performance. He could feel little bits of between-toe grit getting stuck between his teeth, his nose, constantly rubbing her foot, was full of the odour of smelly feet. his tongue was getting dry and he had to keep wetting it, each time spreading the unpleasant taste to other regions of his mouth. The left foot had a couple of rough spots on the sole, which he nibbled on and scraped with his teeth. His mouth becoming a quasi pumis stone. When finished some 25 minutes later her left foot felt as good as new. She was impressed. There was no let up for Sean though. Sue quickly ordered him to crawl to her end of the couch. "Just a quickie for me dear" she said "On your back" Sean lay down and position his face where he knew she'd want it. Immediately Sue placed one foot on his face pressing his nose under the ball of her foot. She twisted and rubbed for a moment before plunging her pointed toes towards his mouth. "Toe suck" is all she said. Sean opened his mouth and began to suck. A few minutes into this she told him to lick between them. Then she told him to stick his tongue out and hold it flat. Sue placed her heel on the tongue and firmly dragged her foot downwards till her toepads rested on the back of her tongue. She lifted her foot back to the start position and Sean took the opportunity to wet his tongue. This routine carried on for about 5 minutes till she swapped feet and started over.

An hour and a half had passed. It was nearly 2:00. Sean was told to go the bathroom and bring back a warm moist hand-towell and a larger dry one. He was then told to clean his saliva off their feet and dry them. This he did gently but thoroughly. Their feet now refreshed, the women sat back in the couch contented. Sue suddenly sat up .. she didn't want Sean to have a break. "Hey bozo" she said "Sniff my shoes for a while " Sue commanded Sean, laying face up beside the couch held the stinky Reebok to his face and breathed in deeply. "I've got some very good news and some not-so-good news for you sean" Sean looked up. "At last the male dweebs upstairs have realized my worth and i'm being transferred .. promoted .. to the East Coast. Your time with me is just about over. I leave in 2 weeks" Sean listened "And" sue continued "I've spoken to Wendy and we've decided you've done enough penance. You're going to be set free" Sean could hardly believe his ears. Could this be true? Could the many months of torment, the hours of trampling, the waking up most mornings with bruises and sore ribs.. the taste of dirty feet and socks .. be over! He could hardly contain himself. He removd the shoe from his face and began to sit up.

Sue leapt up and jumped in the air. Landing with one foot on Sean's gut and one on his shoulder .. pressing him firmly back to the ground and causing his head to strike the carpet hard. "Where the fuck are you going rugboy?" she snarled.. stepping forward and press her foot fiercely into his face. Grinding it over his cheek and eye she continued. "I said i leave in two weeks! .. till then .. and this is the bad news till then you are going to go through hell" She sat back down. Sean just laid there, not knowing exactly what to do. Sue soon fixed that by kicking him it the ribs with the heel of her right foot. "I told you to sniff my shoes .. DO IT!" she screamed.

"Now Anne" Sue continued "I've taken Monday off work.. told 'em I have some things to arrange if i'm moving state. Can you get off work tomorrow too?". "Sure" replied Anne "I'll just have to make a call tomorrow morning.. Monday's our quietest day and they'll not mind at all" "Great" said Sue. We'll stay overnight tonight. Have some fun with our little carpet man here, spend all day with .. or should i say ON him tomorrow.. sleep over again Monday night, and go to work from here on Tuesday" "Count me in" said Anne. "but I'll need a few things if i'm to stay" said Anne "No problem!" said Sue. We'll make a quick trip to your place.. but we'll have to find something for carpetboy here to do while we're out" they sat back and thought for a moment. Sue placed her feet on Seans chest, crossed at the ankles with her heel digging painfully into his nipple, Anne dangled hers over the armrest, swinging them back & forth. "I know what we'll do" said Sue. "Hey turd ..have you still got your video camera and tripod?" she asked. "yes .. yes I have" he replied. "Good .. go get them now" Sue removed her feet from Sean's chest and waited till he left the room before talking to Anne.

"Here's the plan", she said. "go get your squash sox and shoes and when carpetboy gets back i'll set up the Video camera" Anne looked bemused .. but figured Sue had a good scheme in mind.

Sean returned with the video gear and went into the lounge room. Sue instructed him to set it up then lay face down on the floor and resume his shoe sniffing. Sue went over and fiddled with it till it was in the corner getting most of the room into it's field of view. Then she disappeared off into the bathroom, leaving Sean to contemplate his fate.

Anne retrieved the plastic bag with her soiled socks inside and returned to the lounge treading on Sean's back as she entered. "Shove the socks in his mouth" Sue yelled from her room. Anne Removed the soiled socks, screwing her face in distaste at the smell, and stuffed the dirty toe-ends into sean's mouth. At this point both Sean and Anne realized why Sue had demanded the bizarre plastic bag and bath tub routine. The heat of the water had made them moist.. dank almost. They had been fermenting nicely.. wrapped in the plastic bag in the hot stemay bathtub. They were putrid and Sean's senses were again overwhelmed with the taste and smell. Sue re-entered the lounge room.. also treading on Sean's back. She instructed Sean to move to the middle of the room and asked Anne to check the video-cam to make sure he was in-shot and then set it to record what it saw.

"Allright sock-sucker.. on your back" Sean complied and Sue produced her socks from a bag and placed them over Sean's face arranging them so that the smellier toe ends were over his nose.

"Ok Sean", said Sue, "we are going out for a while, and here's the deal" Sean heard Anne fiddling with the Video Camera. "It's recording" she said "Good" replied Sue. "Now Sean, while we're gone you are going to suck Anne's sox clean. I don't know how long we'll be.. but you keep sucking The camera will record your every move. We WILL watch the video later, and If you leave the room or remove the socks from your mouth, you will be severely punished .. understand?" Sean nodded. "Oh and if you don't do a good job we're going to dance the twist on your face while wearing our sports shoes .. comprende?" Sean nodded again. "OK, let's go girl"

Sue and Anne put their sports shoes back on, this time without socks. It was a hot day outside, with out the socks, their feet were going to sweat badly .. a fact realized by Sean as he watched them dress. Sue walked up and put her foot on his chest. She was about to tread on him but thought again. "Both at once i think" she said. The other sadist joined her side and they interlocked arms. On a 3 count they both trod simultaneously on their rugman. Sean was treated to 275lb of female weight. He groaned and another tear formed in his eye.

The duo stepped off and without even looking back continued out the door. He heard the Volvo start.. and he began to suck.

The girls arrived at Anne's apartment and Anne collected some things she wanted. changes of clothes, clean underwear and two more pair of shoes. One being a pair of ankle high leather boots with 2" heels which she would wear to work on Tuesday, the other a pair of light pink fluffy slippers with very soft vinyl soles. "Bring stockings too!" Sue said to Anne. Anne didn't understand exactly why .. but figured Sue had her reasons. They left Anne's house all prepared for the next few days. "I just want to stop off at the markets on the way back" said Sue "Sean's got almost no food in the house.. typical unprepared male" At the markets the girls wandered about. What started as a quick grocery pitstop turned into a 2 hour romp. They had much fun trying on clothes and hats and eventually stopping for a coffee.

"What's the plan for tonight" asked Anne. " I think we'll feed him" Sue replied "then i'll show you a nice version of the game `Twister' .. then maybe just listen to some cd's while fast viewing the video. We could take it in turns to sit on his face .. fully dressed of course, say 15 minutes per girl per turn. Then maybe a little foot worship, a final trample then bed". "shouldn't he feed us" Anne enquired "I thought he was meant to be our servant"

"Ah yes", Sue replied, ".. but it's all part of the fun. Our feet are sweating chronically at the moment. When we get back we'll be sweet and nice to Sean .. lull him into a false sense of comfort, cook him dinner .. then make him lick it off our stinky feet" Sue grinned widely and observed a wry smile form on her partner's lips "Sounds ideal" said Anne "Let's get back"

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