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!