Monika: Podo-Chiropractice pt 4

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During my next ten minutes with monika, I decided to use some advanced techniques on her body and face, so I decided bare feet would be best.

relaxing my client

As you can see, monika is becoming more relaxed but is still resistant. Her face is twisting into a grimace as I step down on it. But the sole of my foot is cool from walking on the hardwood floor and the soothing skin-on-skin contact will soon cause a market change in her body language. She’s coming to realize that the cruel cleats are done with, at least for now, and she can look forward to soft bare feet on her body and face.

 

 

Deeper relaxation, subconscious toe licking

 

Here, monika has begun to relax a gret deal. Her hands no longer clutch her shoulders, and she willing accepts my toes across her lips. In fact, she reflexively extends her tongue and squeezes it between my toes. My feet have always brought out the oral inclination in monika, and she soon become more conscious of what she’s just done subconsciously, almost like a baby accepting a soother to suck on.

 

 

 

Letting her give me a good lick

 

As she becomes more conscious of what she does, she seeks out my big toe, her favourite, and works it between it and my second toe. A favourite place for her to play.

 

 

breast step

 

monika has truly begun to relax and the treatment can begin in earnest. I step on her breast and close my toes over her aureole. She grimaces in pain and tells me it hurts, but her body language alone is more than enough for me to tell how much she’s hurting. Actually, she’s right where I want her–in moderate pain, with her breast tamped down against her ribs.

 

To be continued.

Monika Podo-chiropractice pt 3

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Monika go through the first half an hour and asked for the second. Brave girl, and no shortage of toughness. So I began.

forehead

 

I started by stepping on her forehead, just as I had done before. She showed signs of being much more relaxed this time.

 

Stepping on her face -- still wearing cleated shoes

 

I’m easing my foot onto her face, starting with the heel and slowly rolling the rest of my foot down on the side of her face like a baker rolls a rolling-pin over dough.

 

Stepping on chest and breasts

 

Monika has a very beautiful chest and nice full tits. It’s a pleasure to step on them and know that bruising the heck out of them.

 

Squashing one breast

 

Again, I’m using a baker’s rolling-pin technique and rolling my foot over her tit, putting my heel on the incline of her tit, then stepping my foot down and flat over her aureole and nipple, and then pushing the toe of my shoe on the far side of her tit even as I lift my heel off the first area I’d stepped on. That’s how I prefer to trample a tit–a rolling motion rather than simply applying my whole foot to the tit at once and flattening it outright. I do crush tits flat on request as well, however.

 

Rolling Monika's doughy breast

 

Here’s a side angle of my foot rolling this bitch’s tit. And look at her expression. She’s actually enjoying the experience! Monika’s one of those limitlessly kinky girls who develops at least a mild fetish for whatever harsh treatment you serve her. I suspect she’s actually begun to enjoy being a doormat for me.

 

Heel between her tits, toe on her lips receiving a kiss

 

While it may seem unprofessional to many of you to make my client kiss my foot while I have her undergoing treatment, I can assure you that having my client demonstrate affection and subservience to me is an essential part of the treatment. The client must come to feel almost as though they are in the hands of a trusted family doctor, one who has know the family for years. Because as a professional care-giver I am put in the position of playing god with another person’s body, because I accept responsibility for giving the patient feelings and turn-ons no other person in his or her world can, I need to sustain this bedrock belief in me as a kind of god to establish the submissive’s fantasy in their mind. It’s only appropriate that this bitch demonstrate her gratitude to me for the pleasure I am producing in her by dabbing her wet lips to my foot, right on the sole of my shoe. She has to be made to understand how very lucky she is to be at, and to be under, my caring feet.

The clip of the second session will be available soon on my clips4sale store. I’ll have two more entries at least to cover this session. The next ones are coming soon.

 

Victor Black

 

Victor Black on using his feet

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Brandishing the red pen

One of the sexiest things about a person besides their feet is how they use their feet. And how they use their feet involves a million and one things, from the footwear they choose, where and when they are comfortable barefoot, whom they let touch their feet, whom they touch with their feet, and why, what sorts of tasks they’ll use their feet for–the list is as long as a list of human behaviors.

For example, I’ve always loved to treat people like the kind of object I’d walk on, step, or put my feet up on. Even more than just slapping someone in the face, spitting on them, insulting them, or beating them up, the idea of using someone as a plank or carpet to stand on in preference to standing in mud, grass, dirt, or just the sidewalk epitomizes complete disregard for a person as a human being. It involves affording them no more status than the very ground you stand on. Using a person as a floor, and using your feet to stand on them, thus conveys their complete lack of status in your eyes. In this sense, I’ve always felt that my feet were the perfect tools to communicate in deeds my domination of other men and women.

Keeping my feet off the tickly grass

Just look at the woman (that’s Monika Maple) lying under my feet. She looks serene, resolved to be there on the ground until I tell her to move, eyes closed, body language relaxed rather than tense or agitated. She’s completely accepted the role I’ve set for her. She’s a slave whose face and pelvis, no matter how beautiful, she has surrendered to me to use as my footrests. If her breasts had appealed more to me as somewhere to set my right foot, I’d have set it there. (Do see my upcoming post on inflicting pain as degradation for photo evidence of my disdain for the idea that any part of woman, breasts or vagina, should be spared from my feet.)

And besides the fact that I’ve delightedly squandered the looks of this beautiful woman by hiding them under my foot, there’s the element of the weight of my legs on her face and pelvis. It’s even more special when violence is added to the abuse when I standing on him or her. Making their head and stomach bear my full body weight is uncomfortable at best, sharply painful at worst.

Staying off the grass

Look at the wonderful improvement in this scene. A different woman lies on the grass at my request, and I’ve stepped onto her back. I’m looking around the park to decide if the anyone is likely to object to my making the woman crawl on all fours across the three feet of grass to the sidewalk with me standing on her back. I was willing to wait for a half hour if I had to, just to have this woman (she is very strong, by the way) inch forward on her hands and knees so that I could manage to step cleanly onto the pavement without tickling my feet on the blades of grass. Now, is that not power over another human being? Is that not an ego crushed underfoot along with all her sense of status and dignity?

This is the first post of a continuing theme. Please do share your thoughts and questions.

The full videos of each of these scenarios can be found here.

Victor Black

Standing Barefoot on People’s Faces! (Oct ’08 wrestling match memoir)

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 Getting up onto bitch's face

It was amazing how quickly I became comfortable throwing Monika around the ring, stomping on her hard enough to make slapping sounds and leave actual pale discoloured footprints on her skin. One of the biggest tests of that afternoon was to bring myself to actually stand on poor Monika’s face.

Feeling for a better foothold...

 

When you think about it, it takes quite a bit of trust and generosity to let a stranger, however much you might hit it off with him and be left with an impression of decency and professionalism regarding him, actually stand on your face with both feet and with all his weight. I weighed 175lbs at the time (I weigh about 195lbs now), so despite my typically slim appearance, I carry a fair amount of muscle, especially in my legs. Monika would have been keenly aware of how deceptively heavy I was when she agreed to let me try to stand on her face. After all, I’d just spend the past twenty minutes standing on her buttocks, thighs, back, and chest.

 

 

I had a good idea of how to do this without hurting someone. I’d practiced it on this fat girl named Kelly, a big red-head Judo student in my class during my teens. I’d been developing the dominant side of my sexual imagination, and began to find using my feet on women extremely erotic. I sensed that Kelly had a crush on me, so I exploited it by continually spending time working on judo techniques with her before and after class and slipping in some purely degrading “techniques.” I told her I wanted to try some new groundwork holddowns. I explained to her that I wanted to see if I could work from a reverse schoolboy pin (me straddling her chest with my knees planted on the mat on either side of her, but backwards, so that my package and ass hovered over her face) to a more punishing holddown that would be harder to escape.

When she asked what I wanted to do, I told her I wanted to get up from the mat from a reverse schoolboy position and then put one foot and then the next on her face and then move my hands to her stomach, so that most of my weight was on my hands and my feet were mostly being used just to control her head, not support my bodyweight. I remember her looking nervous and asking, “So you want to stand on my face–with both feet? How about you only try one?”

I assured her that there wouldn’t be much weight on her face, and that spreading my weight over both of my feet and all of her face would make it feel much less uncomfortable–more or less like I was covering her face firmly with my hands. She looked nervous, and I simply waited for her to make up her mind, letting her worry over disappointing me build and make her decision for her.  

She simply nodded nervously, and I squatted over her putting my hands on her belly, and then set to work figuring out how to stand on someone’s face in some way in which they’d let you do it again in the future–or at least not sue you for inflicting serious bodily harm! I was playful and experimental about it. There were only the instructors left in the dojo office, out of sight. I decided to start with my toes and put them on one side of her face, so that my toes pressed between her lips and my heel, once I arched my back into something like a Downward Dog yoga position, should ease onto her forehead, where I wanted most of my weight to be. I felt her breathing nervously; moist breath moved through my toes. I arched my back, and then all at once got the other foot on her opposite cheek and my heels came down and rested heavily on her forehead. For an uncomfortable moment, I had to strain to shift my weight back and forth between my hands, pressing on her belly, and my feet, right on her face. My body shook with the effort to keep only about half of my weight on her face and also keep my balance and keep one foot from slipping off. Right away, the challenge was keeping a good foothold on her forehead and using my big toe to keep the front of my foot from slipping down her cheek to the mat. As I pressed both of my big toes down hard to keep my feet together, she made a little yelping noise and, rather than simply let me feet slip off her, I asked, “Are you all right?”

To my surprise, she said “Yef” through lips pressed tightly to her teeth. And I found my balance and a good enough foothold to stay on her for a good thirty seconds (I watched the second-hand). I had enough time to ask her to try to throw me off. She wriggled hard and had more luck making my hands lose their grip than my feet. I had enough time to savour the experience, the feeling of my clammy feet on her warm, freckly face, and it stayed with me and turned up in my dreams for years and years.

After this first experience, I had somehow earned Kelly’s trust. I guess being willing to risk hurting someone, taking that risk, and bringing the person through it unharmed is a valid way to earn trust in people who either really don’t value themselves or have a crush on someone which they lose all perspective on. I suspect it was a mixture with Kelly. Kelly soon let me prop myself up on her with my hands walking me up her stomach to her chest, which had me almost standing on her face with full weight. My hands weren’t doing much other than helping me balance and providing a security blanket for Kelly in assuring her that, as much weight as she might be feeling right on her pudgy face, I was controlling that weight carefully and must not be adding it all. 

I did this exercise with her three weeks in a row (we had class every Thursday). Each time I walked my hands up farther, until I was so bold as to encircle her big breasts with my fingertips. My feet were almost flat on her face, and my hips were positioned almost parallel to my feet. Essentially, I was doing a toe-touch stretch on her face, but instead of touching my toes, I was bent over holding on to her tits. It was a huge turn-on to know that almost none of my weight was supported by my hands, that I was in every practical sense standing on her face full-weight.

What I’d learned was to keep my feet squeezed together to keep them from slipping sideways off a person’s cheeks, which they invariably do if you don’t apply effort to keep your insteps and ankles touching. By keeping my heels on Kelly’s forehead, she’d been able to bear my weight, albeit uncomfortably, a long time and without my leaving any marks or bruises. (Though you do have delightful while prints left from all the blood being forced from the area! Those last several minutes!) Last, you need to keep a little weight on your toes and the balls of your feet, both because you can’t balance on rounded heels alone, and because you can’t let all your weight fall on just two small points on someone’s forehead and expect them not to complain.

In case anyone is thinking of casually standing on their partner or boyfriend or girlfriend, please bear in mind that Kelly was exceedingly generous, infatuated, and very tough, even for a tomboy. What I did would have had other girls crying, even if a single one would have agreed to anything as absurd as letting someone stand on your face with both feet!

Returning to Monika, she was nothing like Kelly. She wasn’t then or at any other time infatuated with me. She has loads of self-esteem. And she isn’t a pudgy tomboy who struggles to meet men–far from it! What she had in common was a toughness rare to find in men or women, an open-minded thrill-seeking approach to life, and an ever-broadening interest in fetish and fantasies. If you’re reading this, Monika, you’re fantastic! God know how many other people whose faces I’ve stood on have been emboldened to let me do it by your shining, sexy, sublimely submissive example! Thanks for being such an amazing part of my ongoing Barefoot Bully adventures. I’ll leave you with some photos of this rare pearl of a woman as I wrestle her to the mat and stand on her.

Trying one position on the bitch

 

Notice how I’m facing the opposite way I describe above, with my toes pointing to her head instead of pointing to her knees. This method of standing on someone’s face works, too, and it’s become my favourite, for reasons I’ll discuss in another post. I’m also stepping down on the side of Monika’s lovely face; if I stood on her this way, I’d have to be careful not to put too much pressure on her lower jaw with my heels and keep most of the weight up near her temple on the balls of my feet.

Both feet almost on bitch's face, using my hands for balance only.

 

I’ve almost got the sweet position. My big toe is just curling over her chin for grip on it. I’m only using the ropes to keep me balanced until I get my other foot in place next to my first one. Look at Monika. What trust and guts she has, eh? Her hands rest under her chin, not even reaching for my ankles to take some of my weight off her face.

Both feet on bitch's face, but not quite lined up together neatly

 

Wow. Look at that. I’ve got full weight on her, and even though my left foot is starting to slip off her face, quite painfully, I might add, Monika is actually smiling. She’s very comfortable with pain, so this level of discomfort, having one side of her face almost smeared off, is far from the worst pain she’s dealt with.

Sweet spot! Both feet happily meeting over bitch's lips

Again, wow. I’ve got both feet in a comfortable (as comfortable as 175lbs on your lips can get) position for Monika, and I just enjoy myself, wiggle my toes, and make little shifts of my weight on her face, just to be playful and sadistic. These little adjustments of my weight and foot position would be extremely painful to someone without Monika’s toughness, but she’s doing fine. Her face was flushed in the cheeks afterwards, and she was grinning ear to ear at the thought of what she’d been through, but she was none the worse for wear. I got the pleasure of seeing my footprints start to form on her forehead and above her mouth and chin.

Bye for now!

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