iamopie321
06-29-2005, 10:27 PM
Hey all... was bored over the w/e and started this story. I'm not sure where it is going, but got a good start anyway. Please let me know what you think!
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He had been underneath the desk for at least 2 hours now and he was starting to get nervous. She usually only took a quick one hour lunch, so he was starting to wonder if something had happened. That would be just his luck, as no one knew he was here and if they needed to contact him in the event of an emergency, he would not be able to respond. Finally, he heard several sets of heels clicking along the tile entryway and breathed a sigh of relief. The navy blue heels that his wife had worn suddenly came into view as she stopped in front of the desk and started to pull out here chair.
As she slowly sat down, she shot him a quick glance and whispered “Miss me??” She smiled and quickly slid the chair forward, the wheels of which stopped just inches away from his upturned face. In a continuous movement that had obviously been practiced countless times before, her high heels immediately gouged into his body. Her left foot came to rest on his chest, while the right crashed down onto his upturned face. This snapped Mike out of his thoughts, as unbeknownst to his wife, the heel of her right foot had landed just below his eye and was already lighting up his pain receptors like a Christmas tree.
His wife Stephanie wiggled her feet around slightly for the next twenty or thirty seconds just to get comfortable, then finally stopped and began clicking away on her keyboard. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed before Stephanie rocked her right foot back onto the heel and let it sink into her husbands face. A few months ago, the simple thought of doing this to the man she loved would have sent shivers down her spine, but now, it seemed so natural that she honestly didn’t even realize that she had done it. She then began to tap her toes to the beat of some unheard music, further forcing her high heeled shoe into Mike’s face.
Stephanie stopped typing for a few minutes, then pulled her feet from her husbands body as she looked for something in her desk drawer. As soon as he saw the headphones, he knew what she had been looking for. It was the portable CD player that she had picked up a few weeks ago at Best Buy. She had told him that she needed something to help her pass the time at work and this would also allow her to further forget he was under the desk, a thought that at the time, had made him extremely happy. Now however, he knew that he was in for it. Stephanie had the habit of tapping her feet to the music all day long, and Mike knew that he was going home with battle wounds tonight.
Again, Stephanie’s navy blue pumps found their mark. This time, her left foot settled very close to his exposed throat, while her right gouged into his cheek. After getting the CD started, she began clicking away on her keyboard. Mike tried to guess what song it was, as he could almost hear the music emanating from the headphones. He guessed that it was Gwen Stephanie’s new CD Holla Back Girl, but by the time he realized that the song was getting close to a particularly heavy beat section, it was too late. Stephanie began to tap her foot to the beat, totally oblivious to what she was doing to Mike’s face. She would rock back as far as she could on the heel, then quickly slam her toes back down, causing Mike to literally see stars. This went on for several minutes until the song finally ended.
At this point, Stephanie slightly picked up both feet and leaned to her left, opening up one of her desk drawers. This slight movement gave Mike a bit of temporary relief, but it also shifted both of her heels to the right by several inches. When Stephanie sat up again, her left heel was in the middle of her husband’s throat and her right was directly over his eye. While this wasn’t an immediate disaster, Mike knew that when she stated tapping her foot again, he could be in real danger, possibly even losing his site in one eye. He almost grabbed for her foot to move it, but then remembered the conversation he and his wife had had shortly before he started coming into the office with her.
“You really want to lie underneath my desk while I’m at work?? I mean, sure we play around a bit at home, but what if we get caught??” Mike had insisted that they would not get caught, as the front of her desk went all the way to the floor and it would be impossible for someone standing or sitting in front of her desk would be able to see him. “What about when I’m away from my desk?? If someone was to walk by my desk and the chair was pulled out, they would spot you immediately.” He then went on to explain that he could construct a false back that could be pulled down whenever she left. That way, if anyone did happen to glance in (or even sit at her desk) they would be unaware that he was there.
At this point, Stephanie was on the verge of accepting her husband’s offer, but felt that this would have to be an all or none affair. If he was going to accompany her to the office, it would be as though he did not exist while she was on the clock. He would not be permitted to speak and obviously, would not be allowed to touch her. To her, he would simply be a part of the carpet, a soft foot mat that she could rest her high heel clad feet on throughout the day. When she pitched this to him, Mike had readily agreed without thinking at all about what she was saying. Now, he heard her final words echoing in his head “If you do break the rules of our agreement, we will never play our little game again.”
Mike came back to reality very quickly when Stephanie began to move her feet slightly. Thankfully, it was her left foot at first, but he knew that her right would soon follow. His only saving grace may be if the heel of her shoe was too big to drive past his eye socket and do permanent damage to his eye. He was about to find out, as he saw and felt her right foot move slightly. When she rocked back, the heel grazed his eye, but didn’t sink in completely. He may be able to avert disaster yet, but he nonetheless screwed his eye closed as tightly as he could and prayed that she would move her foot to another part of his face soon. His prayers went unanswered, as Stephanie actually began rocking back on her heel harder. On the fourth of fifth tap, he felt the heel slip past his eye socket and settle onto his eye. It was not on his iris, but was still on the white of his eye and he shuddered with pain and the thought of the damage that was being done. He whispered to her to please stop, but she was lost in her music and her only answer was more foot tapping and the sound of her fingers clicking away at the keyboard.
Just when he thought it couldn’t possible get any worse, she rocked back on her heel again, only this time, she kept it back. This concentrated all her weight on his eye and was definitely too much for him. At this point, he didn’t care if she never trampled him again. Nothing was worth losing his eyesight for and he started to reach for her foot. Sensing a slight movement from him, she slid her chair back slightly and pulled her feet off of him. Without looking down, he heard her whisper “A real carpet would not be moving beneath my feet.” She then slid forward and placed her feet back onto his body. This time (thank God) her left foot was back on his chest, while her right was on his mouth. This is where she remained for almost an hour, continuously tapping out the beat on her husband’s body. Little did she know, she had nearly blinded her husband in one eye. While the damage wasn’t permanent, Mike had finally realized how dangerous it was to play with fire.
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He had been underneath the desk for at least 2 hours now and he was starting to get nervous. She usually only took a quick one hour lunch, so he was starting to wonder if something had happened. That would be just his luck, as no one knew he was here and if they needed to contact him in the event of an emergency, he would not be able to respond. Finally, he heard several sets of heels clicking along the tile entryway and breathed a sigh of relief. The navy blue heels that his wife had worn suddenly came into view as she stopped in front of the desk and started to pull out here chair.
As she slowly sat down, she shot him a quick glance and whispered “Miss me??” She smiled and quickly slid the chair forward, the wheels of which stopped just inches away from his upturned face. In a continuous movement that had obviously been practiced countless times before, her high heels immediately gouged into his body. Her left foot came to rest on his chest, while the right crashed down onto his upturned face. This snapped Mike out of his thoughts, as unbeknownst to his wife, the heel of her right foot had landed just below his eye and was already lighting up his pain receptors like a Christmas tree.
His wife Stephanie wiggled her feet around slightly for the next twenty or thirty seconds just to get comfortable, then finally stopped and began clicking away on her keyboard. It seemed like only a few minutes had passed before Stephanie rocked her right foot back onto the heel and let it sink into her husbands face. A few months ago, the simple thought of doing this to the man she loved would have sent shivers down her spine, but now, it seemed so natural that she honestly didn’t even realize that she had done it. She then began to tap her toes to the beat of some unheard music, further forcing her high heeled shoe into Mike’s face.
Stephanie stopped typing for a few minutes, then pulled her feet from her husbands body as she looked for something in her desk drawer. As soon as he saw the headphones, he knew what she had been looking for. It was the portable CD player that she had picked up a few weeks ago at Best Buy. She had told him that she needed something to help her pass the time at work and this would also allow her to further forget he was under the desk, a thought that at the time, had made him extremely happy. Now however, he knew that he was in for it. Stephanie had the habit of tapping her feet to the music all day long, and Mike knew that he was going home with battle wounds tonight.
Again, Stephanie’s navy blue pumps found their mark. This time, her left foot settled very close to his exposed throat, while her right gouged into his cheek. After getting the CD started, she began clicking away on her keyboard. Mike tried to guess what song it was, as he could almost hear the music emanating from the headphones. He guessed that it was Gwen Stephanie’s new CD Holla Back Girl, but by the time he realized that the song was getting close to a particularly heavy beat section, it was too late. Stephanie began to tap her foot to the beat, totally oblivious to what she was doing to Mike’s face. She would rock back as far as she could on the heel, then quickly slam her toes back down, causing Mike to literally see stars. This went on for several minutes until the song finally ended.
At this point, Stephanie slightly picked up both feet and leaned to her left, opening up one of her desk drawers. This slight movement gave Mike a bit of temporary relief, but it also shifted both of her heels to the right by several inches. When Stephanie sat up again, her left heel was in the middle of her husband’s throat and her right was directly over his eye. While this wasn’t an immediate disaster, Mike knew that when she stated tapping her foot again, he could be in real danger, possibly even losing his site in one eye. He almost grabbed for her foot to move it, but then remembered the conversation he and his wife had had shortly before he started coming into the office with her.
“You really want to lie underneath my desk while I’m at work?? I mean, sure we play around a bit at home, but what if we get caught??” Mike had insisted that they would not get caught, as the front of her desk went all the way to the floor and it would be impossible for someone standing or sitting in front of her desk would be able to see him. “What about when I’m away from my desk?? If someone was to walk by my desk and the chair was pulled out, they would spot you immediately.” He then went on to explain that he could construct a false back that could be pulled down whenever she left. That way, if anyone did happen to glance in (or even sit at her desk) they would be unaware that he was there.
At this point, Stephanie was on the verge of accepting her husband’s offer, but felt that this would have to be an all or none affair. If he was going to accompany her to the office, it would be as though he did not exist while she was on the clock. He would not be permitted to speak and obviously, would not be allowed to touch her. To her, he would simply be a part of the carpet, a soft foot mat that she could rest her high heel clad feet on throughout the day. When she pitched this to him, Mike had readily agreed without thinking at all about what she was saying. Now, he heard her final words echoing in his head “If you do break the rules of our agreement, we will never play our little game again.”
Mike came back to reality very quickly when Stephanie began to move her feet slightly. Thankfully, it was her left foot at first, but he knew that her right would soon follow. His only saving grace may be if the heel of her shoe was too big to drive past his eye socket and do permanent damage to his eye. He was about to find out, as he saw and felt her right foot move slightly. When she rocked back, the heel grazed his eye, but didn’t sink in completely. He may be able to avert disaster yet, but he nonetheless screwed his eye closed as tightly as he could and prayed that she would move her foot to another part of his face soon. His prayers went unanswered, as Stephanie actually began rocking back on her heel harder. On the fourth of fifth tap, he felt the heel slip past his eye socket and settle onto his eye. It was not on his iris, but was still on the white of his eye and he shuddered with pain and the thought of the damage that was being done. He whispered to her to please stop, but she was lost in her music and her only answer was more foot tapping and the sound of her fingers clicking away at the keyboard.
Just when he thought it couldn’t possible get any worse, she rocked back on her heel again, only this time, she kept it back. This concentrated all her weight on his eye and was definitely too much for him. At this point, he didn’t care if she never trampled him again. Nothing was worth losing his eyesight for and he started to reach for her foot. Sensing a slight movement from him, she slid her chair back slightly and pulled her feet off of him. Without looking down, he heard her whisper “A real carpet would not be moving beneath my feet.” She then slid forward and placed her feet back onto his body. This time (thank God) her left foot was back on his chest, while her right was on his mouth. This is where she remained for almost an hour, continuously tapping out the beat on her husband’s body. Little did she know, she had nearly blinded her husband in one eye. While the damage wasn’t permanent, Mike had finally realized how dangerous it was to play with fire.