This is the one of the last posts of this series, folks, I hope you’ve enjoyed it. It was a memorable session. In the half hour these pictures illustrate, I’d moved my throw rug, ryan, over to the kitchen and laid him across the floor so that I could do the dishes without leaving my footprints all over the newly washed floor. I started out in my boots, because I’d been outside on my balcony having a cup of coffee and breathing in a nice cool breeze while ryan recovered some from my having walked on him for a solid ten minute stretch.
So, here he is, on the floor in front of my kitchen sink–ryan.
I do love working with ryan. He’s so docile, uncomplaining, and resilient. These are a nice pair of ankle-high leather shoes with pointed toe, snug fit, quite elegant, and almost flats with only a half-inch heel.
And with just a little play on his chest with both boots to establish my balance, I’m up.
Notice how long the toe of this boot is. I’ve got it stabbing over his lips and resting on his chin. The soles are quite thick, but I can feel his chin right under my big toe and second toe as I press down on it. Notice the double chin ryan is getting as I do it? I’m really stepping down on his chin quite hard.
Notice ryan’s face isn’t showing a great deal of pleasure? He’s enjoying this, though, pervert that he is. And I’m using a brake pedal technique on his cheek and pumping away, hard, soft, hard, soft. Not letting him guess what’s coming next, or how long the pressure will last. I love blogging about the ways I use men and women as carpets in my apartment!
In the photo above I’m using more of a gas pedal technique with my boot on his balls. ryan’s a tough one, but look at the telltale body language–all his back and core muscles engage, just coping with the pain. I used a slowly building pressure on his scrotum and when I had his balls pressed almost flat, I twisted my boot back and forth, grinding down on them. ryan made some terrific rasps and hisses of pain. You should definitely download the video if you’d like to hear them.
I’ve had enough of the stricture of boots and doff them to let ryan deal with my moist socks.
I asked ryan how he liked the socks pressing my sweat into his chest and he was dumb (or smart) enough to tell me he preferred the boots. I decided to see if I could make him regret that statement and slipped my boots back on and gave his head a really rough treatment. Above I’ve got almost all my weight on my left boot, which is stepping right down on poor ryan’s jaw. Do you think he was sorry for his answer then?
Here I am upping the ante by standing backwards on ryan’s face, boot heels resting right on his chin and lower jaw. Believe me, the balls of my feet on ryan’s upper chest are just helping me balance–all my 195lbs is right on ryan’s kisser! He told me later that his lips were bruised purple for days afterward.
A little appreciation goes a long way with me. After lifting my heels off his lips, ryan begged me to kiss my boots of his own free will rather than my crushing his lips under them. Look at how devoted he now looks holding my foot as tenderly as he would his own little baby boy as he lays a long wet one on the middle of my boot sole.
But just because I have a soft spot for having my boots kissed doesn’t mean I’ll be content with anything less than a full spit and polish of the soles of my footwear. I’d had ryan lick my boot from heel to the toe. You see him just finishing with a last five or six laps under the point of the toe. I insist on at least five laps per square inch of my foot wear. That’s enough licking to remove even the most stubborn grit. On my bare feet, I’m content with three licks.
There’s a little more to this scene still to document, so I’ll get to that next. For those of you who would like to buy the clips from this scene, the kitchen sequence starts here and continues into the next round of barefoot dishwashing on ryan’s chest and face.