livingfurniture
06-12-2005, 4:03 PM
Ok guys, I have an injury you will probably enjoy. excuse any typos, but i no longer have full use of my right hand. In fact, I have two of my wife's shoes under the front of my keyboard just so I can type at all.
I spent yesterday serving as my wifes slave, fun stuff hu? Now up untill 3 oclock that was mostly out shopping, and ment I was her pac mule. However, she did make it a point to have me help her try on shoes, and keep my hands under them while she stood up, and twisted around to inspect them, much to the amasment of the other customers.
So anyway, after we got home, she was relaxing on the couch and after I got her a drink, she had me lay on the floor under her feet and rub them, with my face as the foot stool of course, by the way we live in sunny California, and she wears sandlsalot in the warm weather, so her feet were nice and dirty, you know, that ground in kind of dirt. And those long beautiful legs, God I'm a lucky man. But back to our story, So after a while she got bored and turned on the tv, then decided that I should suffer some, so she had me lift the couch and put my arm under it, so that the front rail would crush my fore arm when she sat on it. the front rail is only about 3/4 of an inch wide, so it would give me some good pain after a while for her entertainment, and leave me with a free hand to continue rubbing her feet.
So she sits down, and sure enough, I feel an pretty good crush, and three staples that hold fabric digging holes in my skin. But I am a good furniture slave, and don't complain or make a sound, so she procedes to ignore me for the next hour. Then the phone rings, and she steps on my neck full weght to go get it, and on my mouth when comming back to flop back onto the couch. She yacks with a freind for a couple of minutes and I hear that she is comin over before going to some formal thing for her kids. By the way, our kid is at a freinds house, that is why we can play all day with no interuptions. Gotta love sleep overs. So I think I will get a break soon, as the only person that knows about my wife using me like this is her sister, who also likes to play, But when I here the knock at the door , my wife leans foward, and grins, then yells come in, it's open, and leans back and drops her feet back onto my face.
I was kind of stunned, but luckily, as a human foot stool, all I had to do is lay there, so it didn't matter that much. Now I couldn't see, we shall call her lady, face, but I herd her ask, "he lets you do that to him?" To whwhich my wife said "of course". to which lady said, "You are so lucky, my husband won't even give me a backrub anymore." Then my wife moved over on the couch, and offered lady a seat, right on the spot where my forearm is under the couch, and my face is conveinient as a foot reast. Now I may have mentioned that my wife is very good looking, and weighs about 130 pounds, very well built. Well, lady is certainly pretty, however, she falls well into the bbw catagory. somewhere over 300 pounds, and dark skined, from El Salvador.
I kind of expected at least some hesetation, but no, she just plopped down, and I do mean plopped, not eased or sat, she walked over to the couch and dropped onto it right on top of my arm. Ouch. The breath caught in my neck, but as I said before, I am a good furniture slave, and I didn't make a sound. So they sat and chatted for a bit, with my wife's feet now on my stomach, and suddenly lady streached out her leggs, and sure enough, placed her feet on my face, I got a glimps of my wife's face just before they came down, and she had a wicked, gotcha grin. I know someone will as so, she was wearing black patent leather mary janes with those soles that look like they should be on combat boots, except fore the high heel, they make no sense to me, but hey, whatever crushes the slave, you know. Anyway, they were out of charictor for herl, like my wife, she usualy wears sandals, but she had that formal thing to go to, and was already dressed for it,, and I could tell they were new by the smell and the way the soles were biting into my face. Her left foot had the heel on my nose, and the right was on my mouth.
After a couple of minutes my wife decided to get real helpful, and noticed that the soles of ladys brand new shoes were all dirty, she then stomped down onto my balls rather harshly and said in a very sweet voice "hon, would you mind cleaning those up for her?" She left her foot on my crotch and crossed her other leg over that one, while I heard lady start to ask " hows he gonna... " then as I started to lick the dirt from the parking lots, and sidwalks from the soles of her shoes, " oh..." Then they continued to talk for about another hour like I was nothing.
By the time I heard lady say " well, I gotta get going," I could no longer feel my arm or hand at all. So they got up, and my wife said "oh don't forget the Avon" and stepped onto my crotch oh the way to get it.
Lady meanwhile looked into my face, and put one foot onto my left hand. she then grinned as she stepped onto it, and lifted up her right foot onto my face, and that is where she stayes while here and my wife did there Avone transaction. How long that took I don't know, but I should have been paying more attention to the conversation, cause the next thing I knew, my wife was helping her keep her balance as she stepped up onto my face, and walked down my body, pausing on my crotch to twist a moment, before leaving. Then my wife Jumped up and landed on my stomach, and laughed, before saying so what's for dinner.
After some Discussion, with her standing on my belly the whole time, we decided on buritos, so I got up to go cook, and of course, my arm wouldn't move, but that is only to be expected. But being a trooper I pressed on anyway, besides, I am a way better cook than she is, that isn't to put her down, but my father was a trained profesional chef, and he is the one who taught me how to cook, so I do most of the cooking.
By the time dinner is ready, I am worried. the feeling has come back, and my hand doesn't work right. It closes ok, and I have a good grip, but it wont open all the way, especialy with my wrist strait, and I can bairly control their movement. Now I have a delema, I don't want to tell the wife, what if she doesn't want to use me severly any more for fear of hurting me, and also, what do you tell the doctor? So I try to hide it as best I can and see if maby it will recover. Then wouldn't you know it, durring dinner, my wife informes me that I get the privlage of doing her toe nails and finger nails, not only that, but she want something extra on them. I do art since an injury to my head left me unable to do my normal work as an auto mechanic and I like doing air brush work, but it requires alot of fine movement. So while gathering my supplies, I massage my arm, and despratly try to get more movement out of my hand. Without much luck. Fortuanatly, she was reading a magazene, so while I did her toes I could practice and work out the movement of my hand, and could do a passable job by the time I got to her fingers.
Once done she said, "good, now a back rub". I asked her how she wanted it, and she said lay down and pointed to the floor. you see, she likes to sit on my face, full weight, and have me rub her back for hours. She has no mercy, and breathing is my problem. It's easy when she has her jeans on, like she did this time, but when she doesn't, I have to catch a breath on the sly now and then as I rub and move her myself, cause she figures that she shouldn't have to make any effort to accomodate a peice of furniture. So she sits on my face, and I rub for who knows how long, while she relaxes and watches tv, and drinks diet coke.
It's bed time, and I am the bathroom mat while she brushes her teeth and does her evening stuff, then she informs me that I get to sleep under the matress tonight, and under the box springs, cause that way I can suffer all night too. After all, this was my time to be a slave and suffer right? So under I go. And she jumps onto the bed with alot of giggling. and continues to giggle and jump for quite some time. She finnaly did settle down and go to sleep, and after a long time I drifted off too. She is a very sound sleeper. I managed to slip out from under this morning and settle it back down without waking her, and got this over halfway done before she got up. Of course then I had to stop and go be her foot stool again, not that I'm complaining, and make her breakfast. Then wait on the bathroom floor for her to finish her shower and use me as the floor mat while getting dressed. Then off to get our kid. I have a few minuts so I'm finishing this up, fun's over for now, but my hand is gonna be a pain. I usuallyn type at around 45 words per minute, and this took me a total of 3 and 1/2 hours. I hope this is only temporary.
I spent yesterday serving as my wifes slave, fun stuff hu? Now up untill 3 oclock that was mostly out shopping, and ment I was her pac mule. However, she did make it a point to have me help her try on shoes, and keep my hands under them while she stood up, and twisted around to inspect them, much to the amasment of the other customers.
So anyway, after we got home, she was relaxing on the couch and after I got her a drink, she had me lay on the floor under her feet and rub them, with my face as the foot stool of course, by the way we live in sunny California, and she wears sandlsalot in the warm weather, so her feet were nice and dirty, you know, that ground in kind of dirt. And those long beautiful legs, God I'm a lucky man. But back to our story, So after a while she got bored and turned on the tv, then decided that I should suffer some, so she had me lift the couch and put my arm under it, so that the front rail would crush my fore arm when she sat on it. the front rail is only about 3/4 of an inch wide, so it would give me some good pain after a while for her entertainment, and leave me with a free hand to continue rubbing her feet.
So she sits down, and sure enough, I feel an pretty good crush, and three staples that hold fabric digging holes in my skin. But I am a good furniture slave, and don't complain or make a sound, so she procedes to ignore me for the next hour. Then the phone rings, and she steps on my neck full weght to go get it, and on my mouth when comming back to flop back onto the couch. She yacks with a freind for a couple of minutes and I hear that she is comin over before going to some formal thing for her kids. By the way, our kid is at a freinds house, that is why we can play all day with no interuptions. Gotta love sleep overs. So I think I will get a break soon, as the only person that knows about my wife using me like this is her sister, who also likes to play, But when I here the knock at the door , my wife leans foward, and grins, then yells come in, it's open, and leans back and drops her feet back onto my face.
I was kind of stunned, but luckily, as a human foot stool, all I had to do is lay there, so it didn't matter that much. Now I couldn't see, we shall call her lady, face, but I herd her ask, "he lets you do that to him?" To whwhich my wife said "of course". to which lady said, "You are so lucky, my husband won't even give me a backrub anymore." Then my wife moved over on the couch, and offered lady a seat, right on the spot where my forearm is under the couch, and my face is conveinient as a foot reast. Now I may have mentioned that my wife is very good looking, and weighs about 130 pounds, very well built. Well, lady is certainly pretty, however, she falls well into the bbw catagory. somewhere over 300 pounds, and dark skined, from El Salvador.
I kind of expected at least some hesetation, but no, she just plopped down, and I do mean plopped, not eased or sat, she walked over to the couch and dropped onto it right on top of my arm. Ouch. The breath caught in my neck, but as I said before, I am a good furniture slave, and I didn't make a sound. So they sat and chatted for a bit, with my wife's feet now on my stomach, and suddenly lady streached out her leggs, and sure enough, placed her feet on my face, I got a glimps of my wife's face just before they came down, and she had a wicked, gotcha grin. I know someone will as so, she was wearing black patent leather mary janes with those soles that look like they should be on combat boots, except fore the high heel, they make no sense to me, but hey, whatever crushes the slave, you know. Anyway, they were out of charictor for herl, like my wife, she usualy wears sandals, but she had that formal thing to go to, and was already dressed for it,, and I could tell they were new by the smell and the way the soles were biting into my face. Her left foot had the heel on my nose, and the right was on my mouth.
After a couple of minutes my wife decided to get real helpful, and noticed that the soles of ladys brand new shoes were all dirty, she then stomped down onto my balls rather harshly and said in a very sweet voice "hon, would you mind cleaning those up for her?" She left her foot on my crotch and crossed her other leg over that one, while I heard lady start to ask " hows he gonna... " then as I started to lick the dirt from the parking lots, and sidwalks from the soles of her shoes, " oh..." Then they continued to talk for about another hour like I was nothing.
By the time I heard lady say " well, I gotta get going," I could no longer feel my arm or hand at all. So they got up, and my wife said "oh don't forget the Avon" and stepped onto my crotch oh the way to get it.
Lady meanwhile looked into my face, and put one foot onto my left hand. she then grinned as she stepped onto it, and lifted up her right foot onto my face, and that is where she stayes while here and my wife did there Avone transaction. How long that took I don't know, but I should have been paying more attention to the conversation, cause the next thing I knew, my wife was helping her keep her balance as she stepped up onto my face, and walked down my body, pausing on my crotch to twist a moment, before leaving. Then my wife Jumped up and landed on my stomach, and laughed, before saying so what's for dinner.
After some Discussion, with her standing on my belly the whole time, we decided on buritos, so I got up to go cook, and of course, my arm wouldn't move, but that is only to be expected. But being a trooper I pressed on anyway, besides, I am a way better cook than she is, that isn't to put her down, but my father was a trained profesional chef, and he is the one who taught me how to cook, so I do most of the cooking.
By the time dinner is ready, I am worried. the feeling has come back, and my hand doesn't work right. It closes ok, and I have a good grip, but it wont open all the way, especialy with my wrist strait, and I can bairly control their movement. Now I have a delema, I don't want to tell the wife, what if she doesn't want to use me severly any more for fear of hurting me, and also, what do you tell the doctor? So I try to hide it as best I can and see if maby it will recover. Then wouldn't you know it, durring dinner, my wife informes me that I get the privlage of doing her toe nails and finger nails, not only that, but she want something extra on them. I do art since an injury to my head left me unable to do my normal work as an auto mechanic and I like doing air brush work, but it requires alot of fine movement. So while gathering my supplies, I massage my arm, and despratly try to get more movement out of my hand. Without much luck. Fortuanatly, she was reading a magazene, so while I did her toes I could practice and work out the movement of my hand, and could do a passable job by the time I got to her fingers.
Once done she said, "good, now a back rub". I asked her how she wanted it, and she said lay down and pointed to the floor. you see, she likes to sit on my face, full weight, and have me rub her back for hours. She has no mercy, and breathing is my problem. It's easy when she has her jeans on, like she did this time, but when she doesn't, I have to catch a breath on the sly now and then as I rub and move her myself, cause she figures that she shouldn't have to make any effort to accomodate a peice of furniture. So she sits on my face, and I rub for who knows how long, while she relaxes and watches tv, and drinks diet coke.
It's bed time, and I am the bathroom mat while she brushes her teeth and does her evening stuff, then she informs me that I get to sleep under the matress tonight, and under the box springs, cause that way I can suffer all night too. After all, this was my time to be a slave and suffer right? So under I go. And she jumps onto the bed with alot of giggling. and continues to giggle and jump for quite some time. She finnaly did settle down and go to sleep, and after a long time I drifted off too. She is a very sound sleeper. I managed to slip out from under this morning and settle it back down without waking her, and got this over halfway done before she got up. Of course then I had to stop and go be her foot stool again, not that I'm complaining, and make her breakfast. Then wait on the bathroom floor for her to finish her shower and use me as the floor mat while getting dressed. Then off to get our kid. I have a few minuts so I'm finishing this up, fun's over for now, but my hand is gonna be a pain. I usuallyn type at around 45 words per minute, and this took me a total of 3 and 1/2 hours. I hope this is only temporary.