Ms Mae Bae: After Hours Trample Massage - PT 2
Look at you, face down on my floor like the good little mat you are. You've been trampled, stomped, and used all week, haven't you? I can tell you're sore. Even floor mats break down eventually.
Don't get excited - I'm not going soft. I just take care of my things. And today, you get a rare treat: my feet, walking along your back, working out every ache I put there in the first place.
I step up onto your lower back, placing one foot, then the other, letting my weight settle in slowly. Feel that? My warm soles pressing into your tight muscles, my toes spreading as I find my balance. I start walking, heel to toe, heel to toe, slow and steady up your spine. Every step pushes down into the knots you've built up from laying under my feet all day.
I work my heels into the small of your back, rolling them in slow circles, grinding out the tension. You groan and I smile - that's the sound of my floor mat finally getting what he needs. I walk higher, my soles pressing flat along your shoulder blades, my toes curling over the top of your spine. I shift my weight from foot to foot, kneading you with every movement.
I turn around, walking backwards now, my toes digging into the sore spots along your spine. I bounce lightly, little hops, my feet landing soft but firm, working you like dough beneath me. My sweaty soles glide smoothly across your oiled skin as I pace up and down your back.
You feel every wrinkle, every arch, every ounce of my weight sinking into you. This is what good service gets you, slave. Not mercy - maintenance. I keep my furniture in working condition.
I finish by standing full weight on your upper back, arching my feet, pressing down deep one last time before stepping off.
Feel better? Good. Because tomorrow, you're right back under my feet. Now rest up, little mat. You've earned tonight.