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TRAMPLE STORY - WORKPLACE FOOT DOMINATION

All the young ladies had gathered around as I opened the "present" of my new work uniform to wear in the office. There were chuckles as I revealed the fronts of the five black tee shirts with the degrading label of "workplace foot-wench" on each, but when Ms. Powers insisted I turn one over my heart sunk even lower. What further humiliation could be awaiting me, I wondered as I obediently flipped the top shirt over, and I shuddered in shame as I got my answer. "please use and abuse me" read the reverse side of the top tee shirt, and I was ordered to reveal the backs of the other tee shirts as well to the increasing laughter of the young women gathered around.

Would my agony and shame never end, I thought as I revealed the backs of the other tee shirts and saw each had a different imprint: "your dirt is my delicacy" and "I am so far beneath you" were on the next two, and then my eyes filled with tears and I couldn't read the others. Oh woe is me, I thought, as I realized that my desperate attempts to hide my degrading treatment would now be impossible. I couldn't even quit, since Ms. Powers had assured me that her top notch legal associates would use my past taped admissions and the surveilance camera documentation of my "public lewdness" to send me away to prison for a long stretch and brand me a sex offender for life!

And so it was with an air of resignation that I dutifully removed my tattered suit and put on one of the degrading tee shirts. I saw the sinister gleam in young Debra's eyes and shivered in fear as she looked at my sad expression and commented out loud for all to hear "I don't think he has a properly respectful and grateful attitude, Ms. Powers. After all, we not only have given him a reprieve from what would surely be a living hell in prison and even after he got out, but he's graciously been allowed to keep working here and collect a paycheck, and look at him!"

I quickly tried to force a smile as I insisted my gratitude was sincere and real, but Ms. Powers grabbed the front collar of my new tee shirt and pulled me to her so that her angry eyes stared down into mine as she proclaimed "prove it, foot-wench, get down on your belly and slither up to each of us as you beg to be accepted as our lowly foot slave and all-purpose menial!" The other young ladies cheered and applauded with glee as Ms. Powers used her strong grip on my shirt front to fling me to the floor at their feet. While I struggled to get up on my knees I looked up to see Debbie raise one of her sandaled feet high over my head, and I barely had time to cringe and let out a whimper of fear when WHAM! her sole came smashing down onto my neck - ungh!

Like a pinned butterfly, my arms flapped out from either side as Debbie pressed her full weight down heavily on my neck beneath her sandal sole as she pinned me to the floor, and these young ladies who were all young enough to be my daughters laughed and mocked me with gusto: "ha! That's right, watch your attitude, loser!" and "yeah, beneath us and servicing our feet is right where you belong, foot-wench!" Just when I felt I was ready to pass out from lack of air Debbie lifted her heavy sole from my neck, but I barely had a moment's reprieve from the choking when she began stomping down on the side of my head with tremendous force as she exclaimed "turn over, foot-wench, and be quick about it! C'mon, I've got work to do, you think I've got all day for you to lick my soles clean?"

What misery I endured! Obediently turning over as I shook my head to clear it from the painful pounding it had just received under Debbie's punishing pump, I was too intimidated to protest even when I saw the collection of dirt and grass collected on her sole and knew she'd purposely ground it into the unpaved lot out back. I heard Ms. Powers compliment Debbie on her assertive manner and take-charge style, commenting that as of the next week she'd be promoted to the senior sales slot on her account. All the other young women congratulated Debbie on her promotion and the raise that went along with it, and when Ms. Powers had everyone return to their desks as she assured them that they'd each have a chance later "to use and abuse the foot-wench" I dreaded the thought. Especially since they'd seen by example that the harsher they were on me, the better for them!

As the others drifted away and I looked up in dread at Debbie standing over me with her sandal poised up on it's heel so that the dirty sole was exposed, I quickly lapped away at the mud and grime and tried to lose myself in the erotic appeal of my situation. Debbie behaved like a conceited goddess, and in her form-fitting jeans and silk business blouse she certainly looked the part! I'd always enjoyed fantasies of serving beautiful, superior women, and as I admired her sculptured size six feet with their pampered pedicure look I felt my arousal grow. Then suddenly...arrrgh! Oh the agony as my poor penis was thwarted in it's attempts to grow by the nefarious neutering device I was forced to wear.

Doubled over into a ball of agony, I heard Debbie laughing above me as she rejoiced in my pain from the attempted arousal, but then she quickly adopted a more serious tone as she berated me for my continued lewd desires and began to stomp down onto the most exposed and vulnerable parts of my body. "Still haven't lost your perverted desires, eh worm? How dare you treat me like a sex object, you piece of slime, take that, and that, and that, and that!" Debbie shouted as she stomped me repeatedly. Trying to apologize between stomps, every time my hands would cover one area her ferocious foot sole would land heavily on another.

My pride felt totally destroyed as Debbie clearly delighted in destroying me physically as well as psychologically before an audience of young ladies half my age, and when she finally stopped and one of the other women called her over with a work question Debbie grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me along on my knees behind her. The other woman needed guidance in how to access some account information on the computer, and since their wasn't another chair at her desk Debbie looked down at me as she snapped her fingers and ordered me up on my hands and knees to serve as her seat!

With my whole body aching from the stomping I'd just endured I barely had the strength to move, but I knew if I didn't satisfy her demand perfectly Debbie would be quick to use that as justification for my continued punishing subjugation. So I disregarded my agonizing aches and got up on all fours with a straight back to serve as her human chair. As Debbie explained to the other young lady how to access the computer functioning she needed, one of the other women came over and said she'd like to watch because she needed to use that type of program from the computer as well, and casually sat down next to Debbie using my shoulders and neck as her seating area, with her full weight!

Omigod, this was quickly becoming a living hell for me! I had been gritting my teeth with Debbie's weight on my back as she used me carelessly as her seat, doing my best to disregard the continuing aches and pains from her stamping and stomping punishment moments earlier, when this other young women decided to come over supposedly to watch and learn what Debbie was demonstrating on the computer as well. They had all seen how impressed Ms. Powers was with Debbie's harsh treatment of me, and now this young lady was probably more interested in showing how cruel she could be to me as well than in learning the new computer program access!

WHOMP! Ungh, the bitch purposely slammed her ass down with her full weight onto my shoulders and neck as she sat down next to Debbie "to watch", and I stifled a groan as I kept my elbows locked and firm to insure a secure seat for them. Then suddenly Owww! this sadistic salesgirl pressed the chunky heel of her shoe down onto the back of my hand resting helplessly beneath it, and silently began twisting it back and forth as she put her full weight behind it. With superhuman resolve I remained silent, knowing it would only get worse for me if I cried out, but I seriously feared permanent damage to my hand as this cruel young woman continued to twist and grind my hand under her heel.

After what seemed like centuries, Debbie finished her demonstration on the other woman's computer and got up, as did the other young lady. "Thanks so much Deb, now that I've watched you I think I should be able to work that computer program" she said as she stepped back closer to me and her heel came down hard on my pinky - Aaargh! "Ooops!" she said with a giggle as I screamed with my little finger still trapped under her hard heel, and it seemed forever before she gradually lifted it. It was the straw that broke this camel's back and I began bawling like a baby as I clutched my damaged digit, but Debbie reached down to my head and, grabbing a fistful of my hair she raised my face before smashing her hand across it - SLAP! "Grow up, you friggin' baby" she ordered as the other young ladies giggled, and then she ordered me to go prepare her contracts and finish all of the rest of her filing. I stifled my tears as I rushed off to obey her.

What a life of misery and frustration I was leading, paradoxically in a work situation of beautiful dominant young goddesses who delighted in using and abusing me in ways that had always been my secret fantasy! Real life was much more agonizing and physically damaging than my lust-fueled fantasies, however, where my only damage was blisters from excessive self-gratification, and the ultimate sadistic stroke of evil genius was the enforced chastity imposed by Ms. Powers by requiring me to wear a restraining device that wouldn't even allow me to get an erection without painful punishment!

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, naturally they did. Debbie came in to work one morning with an angry and determined look on her face, and as she scraped her soles clean on my chest while I grimaced under her full weight as I lay beneath her by the front door she looked down at me and demanded my full attention. "Listen up, foot-wench, something has come to my attention that, if true, could be very bad - for you! Tell me, what neighborhood did you live in when you grew up, as a teenager?" she asked as she looked down at me, and when I answered I saw her eyes widen.

"Ah ha, I bet my mother was right!" Debbie exclaimed as she stood with both her feet planted firmly on my upper chest, and I looked up at her with a puzzled expression. When Debbie went on to ask if I remembered an overweight girl from my group of childhood friends that I had encouraged the others to mock and ridicule, being the one to come up with the name "Pattie the fattie" that I teased her with every time I saw her, I suddenly shivered in fear as I opened my mouth to apologize but couldn't get any words to come out. In a blinding flash of awareness I had realized Debbie's mother would be about my age, and when I thought back to visualize "Pattie the fattie" behind her chubby features the facial resemblance with Debbie was obvious - oh no!

STOMP - oowww! I yelled out in pain as Debbie stamped her shoe sole down hard on my chest right over my heart, ordering me to answer her. When I did and admitted teasing and torturing a "Pattie the fattie" in my old neighborhood as a teen, her sole slammed down onto my exposed throat as I sputtered helplessly beneath her. "You're dead meat now, sucker!" Debbie exclaimed as she stared down at my frightened face, and I truly felt about to die as her sandal sole crushed my throat under her full weight.

Just when I began seeing spots before my eyes and felt I was on the verge of losing consciousness, Ms. Powers walked over. She could see that Debbie was punishing me well beyond even her usual degree of degradations, and when she learned why Ms. Powers at first supported Debbie in her outrage against me. Just as I was losing consciousness, though, her professional mediation expertise enabled Ms. Powers to convince Debbie to ease off me, explaining that choking me to death under her would be too easy a punishment and that I should instead be ordered to come up with some form of compensation to give to her mother as repayment for the ruined childhood she'd suffered because of my taunts.

What could I say? I had no real savings left or anything else I could think of that was of value to offer, but then Ms. Powers reminded me of the one million dollar life insurance policy included in the health benefits for all employees. I had no family left alive so I had named an animal sanctuary that I regularly contributed to as the beneficiary, but I quickly promised to transfer the designation of beneficiary to Debbie as a sign of my sincere desire to make amends. "Hmmm, that does seem fitting," Debbie commented, "since your torturous mockery of my mother damaged her self-esteem so severely that she never overcame it. To this day, even though she has lost all her excess weight, she hasn't been able to get a respectable job because of her low self image and as a result I have to support her with my income. She feels terrible that she has to take money from me and that she hasn't built up any money to leave me, and all because she still thinks thinks of herself as 'Pattie the fattie', thanks to you!"

I swore I would change the beneficiary to Debbie on my life insurance policy, and Debbie glared down at me with a snarled "you better!" as she took Ms. Powers' hand for balance and prepared to step off me. I could see Debbie's anger was not completely gone, and when she hesitated to look back at my frightened face and said "better go wipe your nose, foot-wench, I think it's bleeding" my hand instinctively went up to feel under my nostrils. Before my hand reached my nose, suddenly WHAM! her sole smashed down onto my nose as I felt the cartilage, and I heard her sadistic snicker as she continued her cruelty by transfering her full weight to that foot and proceed to use my face as her stepping stone, walking off my body and over to her desk - owwww! "Gosh, she's a real firebrand, that one, she'll go far!" Ms. Powers remarked half to herself as she stood there over me for a moment, then smiled when she noticed me holding my bloody nose and ordered "you heard Ms. Debra, foot-wench, better go wipe your nose, ha ha ha!"

Using the sink in the break room to rinse off my face, I was surprised when Susan came in and helped me prepare an ice pack to put on my nose and got me some gauze to stop the bleeding. Sue was the only one of the sales reps to be nice to me, and though she was very attractive and I could see she was interested in me her desire was not reciprocated by me as I continued to only be turned on by the others. It seemed I was only attracted to those women who were not available to me, or who would reject or abuse me, as crazy as that sounds. In fact, sweet Sue was so nice to me that she probably would have lost her job for not being part of the "team effort" if she wasn't such a hard worker. Go figure!

As my status in the office steadily descended, I suffered not ony increasing physical abuse but pay cuts while the others enjoyed bonuses. When my income dropped so low that I could no longer afford my one bedroom apartment rent, Ms. Powers "graciously" arranged for me to use the basement storage room as my living quarters. I lost touch with the small number of friends I had had, and as part of my "rent" for the lowly living quarters I assumed the second job of night security guard for the building. Now my life revolved around my work completely, and I began feeling like I was in a pit of quicksand where my struggles and attempts to free myself only resulted in my sinking deeper into hell!

Ms. Powers noticed that many of her employees had problems with releasing their anger and frustration from the repeated rejections and rude treatment they suffered from the customers, often unable to prevent it from carrying over and negatively effecting their next call, and came up with a solution. I was to become their "pressure relief patsy", and a treadmill and weighing machine in the office gym area were converted and combined for this purpose. After a negative or stressfull call the young ladies could change into sneakers to take a "stress relief break" before their next call, going into the gym area where I would be waiting during the sales calls hours. Hopping onto the treadmill, my body would be stretched out beneath them in place of the treadmill conveyor belt, and with my arms strapped to my sides I would be bound face up and defenseless for their "pressure-relief pleasures". With hand supports running along either side and the scale monitor hooked up so that an indication of the weight and pressure applied is clearly shown, it was an obvious benefit for the young ladies to let out their anger by jumping and stomping on my defenseless body. My moans and groans thrilled them, and helped them forget the mistreatment they'd suffered from the thoughtless customers as they giggled with glee at my agony.

WHAM! My eyes bulged in agony and awe as Debbie had used the treadmill hand rail to launch herself high into the air while she vaulted over the side and came down with both her sneakered feet onto my stomach - oooommpph! My chest and upper body were not tightly bound to the treadmill, and I half sat up from the tremendous force of Debbie's landing onto my midsection. SMASH! "Get back down there, you foot-wench wimp, you," Debbie squealed with joy as she smashed her foot sole hard into my chest as it rose up, driving my body back to lie flat on the treadmill surface. "The nerve that customer had, trying to bargain down our prices for our top quality artwork like a typical male. Just like you, foot-wench!" she yelled as she jumped high into the air holding onto the handrails on either side before coming down with both feet hard on my upper chest - WHOMP! Omigod, it felt like she caved my chest in! Squealing with glee as she announced out loud "150 pounds!" from her reading of the scale measuring the force of her landing, Debbie stepped square on my uptruned face as she dismounted and got a cool drink from the refrigerator before going back to her desk recharged for her next sales call. Turning her head over her soulder towards me as she walked out of the gym area, Debbie's sexy eyes twinkled as she whispered "I'm glad I didn't kill you - yet!"

Finally, the day I'd dreaded most had arrived. Debbie's mother was coming in for the office celebration party that was being held to celebrate the company's success, since we'd just surpassed the one million dollar in sales landmark for the first time, and I dreaded seeing the woman. Even though it was many years ago, Debbie repeatedly explained how my childhood cruelty in nicknaming her mother "Pattie the fattie" had ruined her life, and I dreaded what I knew would be her punishing pay back!

After preparing all that I could for the party after work I shuddered in fear as I lay down face-up to serve as the welcome mat at the office entrance. The women were all chatting happily as they enjoyed the drinks and pastries I'd prepared, when suddenly Debbie announced that her mother had arrived and was coming up the elevator. Everyone knew the story of how I'd ruined her mom's life by my childhood taunting and now they all waited in eager anticipation for her to enter and see my subservient status.

"Mom, so glad you could make it! Let me introduce you to my boss and everyone else, but first don't forget to wipe your feet, heh heh!" Debbie called out as her mother came through the front door of the office. There were snickers and giggles as Ms. Patricia (as I'd been ordered to refer to her) looked down at the floor in front of her and saw me laying there. Her eyes widened in shock, and I shuddered in fear as I saw them gradually narrow into sinister slits of sadistic spite.

She had matured into an attractive woman, but the heavy lines of despair on her face showed the years of depression and sadness that Debbie's mom had suffered. Now, however, her face lit up with sadistic joy as she exclaimed "don't tell me this is the poor sucker that you girls have been dominating and degrading, your foot-wench?" When she was assured it was her smile got even wider, and the thrill of seeing such undisguised happiness on a beautiful woman's face would have normally made me feel happy for whoever was experiencing such joy. In this case, however, I tried to hide my terror at the thought of her probable thoughts of revenge against me as I spoke my rehearsed words of greeting:

"Welcome, Ms. Patricia, to our celebration party for our successful company. Please use me as your obedient doormat and however you please, for you are most definitely my superior in every way!" I said sincerely with a smile, hoping she would be able to let bygones be bygones. When I turned my head to the side and saw the stiletto pumps that she wore, though, I could not hide my terror. "Well well, how time does change things, eh Timothy?" Pat said with a sneer as she stepped up heavily onto my chest. She was not a fat woman and with all my experience being trampled I could handle supporting her weight easily, but my heart sank as she commented to her daughter Debbie and the others "actually, this does work out well, since I did step into some muck that I thought I was going to have to clean off my soles. Yes, it seems only fitting that this jerk who made my childhood a living hell should be reduced to the status of being my doormat, ha ha ha!"

Knowing there was no way out of it, I stuck out my tongue and waited for Debbie's mother to bring her soiled shoe over to my mouth so I could lick it clean and eat the crud from her sole. I guess she wanted to get the most out of the experience in terms of revenge against me for my past ridicule of her, though, because when she brought her foot over to my face she shoved her stiletto heel past my offered tongue and deep into my mouth - gaack!

Holding onto the wall for support, Ms. Patricia beamed with a beautiful glow of pleasure as she worked her sharp stiletto into and out of my mouth while she spoke down at me: "that's it, you sure are a sucker, eh? Well this is right where you belong, sucking the shit off'a my soles, yeah! I'm only sorry I didn't see any dog shit to step in, even that would be too good for you, you friggin' sleazebag!"

After I'd finished licking and sucking all the crap off her shoes, Pat put all her weight onto the shoe on my face, with her sharp heel buried so deep into my mouth that it's sharp point scraped against the back of my throat. Unngh! I wretched and gagged even as she planted her other foot on my forehead so that her full weight was supported by my poor head, and I moaned in pain and despair while the young women all applauded the sadistic treatment I was suffering.

That was only the beginning of a time of torture as I was used and abused, tortured and trampled, foot-whomped and face-stomped by all the lovely young ladies of the office, with "Ms. Patricia" always being sure to administer the worst of it. Finally the party was winding down, and I gave a silent sigh of relief that I'd survived, when It was announced that there was going to be a group photo to commemorate the event. When I was told to lie down in front of the standing bar area in a face-up position I began to worry.

Sure enough, Ms. Powers stepped up onto my chest and turned to face the others, telling them all to gather around her. At first I thought they would all stand on the floor around my body, but to my shock and dismay one after another of the young women stepped up onto my body with their full weight as they gathered for the group photo! Ungh! Argh! Omph! Owww! As they moved about to position themselves for the picture, their hard heels and slim soles trampled and tortured my defenseless body beneath them. The weight on my body was tremendous, with Ms. Powers' firm position standing full weight on my stomach preventing me from taking more than shallow breaths as I struggled to survive.

Finally, with every part of me covered by beautiful woman standing proud and purposefully posing for the camera so that only my head was exposed, I was told to face the camera and smile. Well, I did my best to smile but actually could only part my lips in a grimace of agony from the combined weight crushing down on me, desperately hoping for the picture to be taken quickly for the sake of my survival, when Ms. Powers called out a statement that filled me with terror:

"Here you go, Patricia, we've saved the best spot for you as a pay back for all the disrespect that destroyed the life you suffered under the torturous teasing of Timmy; well, now he suffers under you as a final pay back, so do step up, my dear!" Where could they fit her, I wondered in my pain-wracked mind, when suddenly I felt a stiletto pump step up onto the side of my head. In a sudden flash of awareness and understanding I realized that this would be it, my very real ending! It all made sense, the insurance, Debbie's mom coming in for the party. I knew I could never survive Patricia's full weight in her stiletto pumps on my head with all the other women crushing me flat under their combined weight, and that they must have planned all this in advance. Abandoning all pretense I wanted to scream out and opened my mouth, but with no air left in my lungs I could only emit a tiny whimper. As I felt the darkness close in, I heard Debbie's chuckling comment: "I guess it's fitting that your final crushing weight should be from 'Pattie the fattie', eh Timmy, hee hee hee?" As I mercifully passed out I knew she didn't expect an answer.

THE END!