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Million Dollar Floormat



L Baxter, CEO

Custom Floormats Inc.

Suite 675

Grandamme Bdg.

Chicago, Illinois


Ms. Jennifer Blake

1714 Hitone Street

Evanston, Illinois

My Dear Jennifer:

I spoke to your mother yesterday on the phone. She told me about the long talks

that she has had with you, and that you are ready for your first mat purchase. I

Shall have the pleasure of meeting with both you and your remarkable mother next

Tuesday.When you come to our offices at 11:00 a.m., I shall be able to show you

examples of all our products, and I trust, assist you in making a choice. I am

certain that you know that your mother and I go back a long way. She tells me

that you are every bit as intelligent and lovely as your sister, who purchased

from us last summer.

Considering, your family's history with us over four generations, and your

mother's present status as one of our major stockholders, I have omitted much of

the dry technical summary about our manufacturing process. I believe the

information is important, but I know that you come well educated about the

techniques that we use. I have added a description of our current product line.

The description also includes an updated price list.

In general, the nature of our products have changed little, but it is remarkable

how fast the technology of magic is changing. Tradition bound white and black

witches, rely on traditional archives, ancient legacy techniques, and mere folk

lore to do their work. Our company's long standing commitment to employing the

methods of experimental science in expanding the power of magic, has paid off

handsomely. I remember when your great-grandmother first did business with us.

At that time we were capable of little more than transferring a man's spirit

into an inanimate object. Now with three dimensional visualization, computer

enhanced energy focusing, and a host of other technical advances, we are able to

transmute each and every cell of the central nervous and sensory system, into

the substance of our products. Men who have been assigned to our experimental

development division, report an intensity of experience even greater than was

possible in their original bodies. The result is a dramatic improvement in the

scope and quality of the pleasure derived by the select women who purchase our


Product Summary:

Entry Level Floor Mat-- this is our economy model. The males enrolled for this

product are strictly non-voluntary. They are drawn from a variety of sources.

The company warrants that each mat is fully alert and has been informed as to

its role. For convenience, the arms and legs of each subject are removed prior

to transformation. The man is then transferred to a standard mat 16 by 24 inches

in size. The males head and torso occupies most of the mat, and are raised one

inch above the surrounding material. They are available in clothed and unclothed

models. The mat is a tough rubberized plastic, with a good amount of spring in

those areas that are alive. Interactivity is limited. The eyes work well, and

are capable of showing signs of distress. Tear ducts are functional. With high

levels of pain the gelatinous core of the man vibrates, communicating some

feedback on his level of distress to the woman above. As in all our products,

the penis is affixed to the abdomen, and the surface raised an additional half

inch. The testicles protrude from the base of the torso, and are separated to

allow for individual attention. Genital features are not visible on clothed

mats, but may be felt, even if the woman is wearing relatively thick soled

shoes. The materials here are less expensive, but are guaranteed for a full five

years. These models have minimal self repair capacity, thus it is recommended

that high heels be used sparingly. These mats are a good purchase for the first

time buyer. They are used at teenage parties, and make excellent bath and shower

mats. They are good for a variety of impersonal uses, where long life span is

not wanted.

The total investment is $10,000

The Revenge Mat -- These have long been popular among young women dealing with

ex-boyfriends, unwanted suitors, and others who have inspired the ire of the

purchaser. The key is a personal relationship before the man or boy is

transformed. These models sport many additional figures. The woman has a choice

of the standard 16 by 24 mat, or a smaller 8 by 12 model. Interactive features

are much enhanced. In addition to the basic features a complete olfactory

system, and a rudimentary oral cavity are present. The mat experiences a full

range of smells, and objects inserted into the oral cavity elicit a squeezing,

sucking reflex. The cavity on the smaller model has a design particularly suited

for clitoral stimulation. As in all advanced models, we caution users to avoid

extended immersion in water, as they are capable of drowning.

The Revenge Mat is a full inch thicker than the basic mat, and the gelatinous

center features a bright red color. These models are designed to withstand

repeated heel punctures. The living tissue drips red briefly, before the wound

is closed by the self repair spell, thus restoring the natural skin tone and

texture. The most striking feature of the Revenge Mat is the enhancement of the

genital nerves. This allows the male to experience dramatically increased pain

when the genitals are compressed or punctured. These models are quite sturdy,

and come with un unlimited twenty-five year guarantee. This is our most popular

model, but availability may be dependant on the male being procured without

undue legal complications. The lightweight smaller model is wonderful for

multiple uses. It is equally effective as insole or panty liner, and can de

carried in pocket or purse. The Total Cost $150.000

The Advanced Personal Mat - This model almost is identical to the Revenge Mat.

The only physical difference is that a much more sophisticated oral apparatus

allows the mat to speak. The most significant change is the male selection

process. The Advanced Personal Mat is always a volunteer. Very few men are

acceptable as volunteers. These are all mature, well educated, males who are

emotionally committed to giving their owners the utmost in interactive

enjoyment. They are trained to deepen the woman's pleasure by creatively

describing their own feelings in response to their owner's use of them.

Distinguished submissive men are sought out and must complete a two year

training program before being transformed. Extensive biographies of the men are

provided upon purchase. Women often gain an emotional closeness to An Advanced

Personal Mat that exceeds the bond to even close friends, or family members.

This is a serious commitment. There is always a one year period where the male

may be returned if he is not found to be emotionally satisfying. We value these

very devoted men, and work to see that they receive good homes. The Investment-


The Intimate Ultra-mat - A truly top-of-the line purchase for only the most

discerning and financially capable woman. It differs from the Advanced Personal

Mat in two dramatic ways. First, the man brings an already a close relationship

with the purchaser. This is most commonly a husband, or a brother. It may also

be a lover or a servant. It is always one who brings a special delicious quality

for the woman, in that the mat has submitted out of personal devotion to her.

The second great difference is the new feature that allows the owner to adjust

the mat size by remote control. Sizes range from 2 by 3 inches up to a

substantial 48 by 64 inch “throw rug” size. Thus the male may serve in any

capacity from condom to warm blanket.

This is a lifelong arrangement and requires several years to arrange. However it

is perhaps the most satisfying male-female relationship now known, and we are

very proud to offer it to only a few of our customers. The price- $ 1,000,000

plus the proceeds from the mat's life insurance

Well, Jennifer, I hope that you did not find this summary too boring. It

includes some of the information that you and your mother will need to help you

become a satisfied customer. I might say that your mother pictures you as a very

mature levelheaded young woman. She thinks you may be ready for an advanced

purchase-unusual for one of your years. Of course I know that you have had some

experience with your sister Jackie's mat. While I'm sure that you both enjoy

stomping her ex-boyfriend, I am pleased that you have become sensitive to the

many nuances in female-male relationships. At any rate, I look forward to next

week's meeting, and happy sixteenth birthday!

Highest Regards;

Lilith Baxter

CEO, Custom Mats Inc.

Million Dollar Floormat Chapter #2

Jennifer Blake awoke with a smile. It was Tuesday morning. Today she would go

with her mother to meet Lilith, and maybe purchase her first mat. She sat up

and sensuously stretched to wake up. She looked at the light streaming in

through the balcony doors. She hopped out of bed and made her way into her

bathroom. She sang as she showered, and then dressed. She was skipping school

today, so she decided to dress up. A leisurely search through her closets

ended with a finely tailored blue suit. It went on over her sheer dark panty

hose. At last, she found the matching blue pumps, and slipped them on. They

were conservative as such shoes go, with only a two inch heel. She paused to

admire herself in the mirror. She saw a friendly face, framed by shiny black

curls. There was just a bit of make up. Although her hair was loose, she still

looked more like a woman executive, than a teenager.

She left her room and walked to the railing that overlooked the first floor.

Her home was really a small mansion, beautiful but not ostentatious. It sat in

a prosperous part of town. The neighbors were mostly Northwestern faculty, and

other professionals. Her family appeared to fit in well here. Of course the

neighbors didn't know that her mother had a hundred times more money than all

of them put together. She saw the housekeeper, Elizabeth, moving across the

first floor toward the kitchen. She was followed by her two-foot-tall helpers,

Zak and Zeke. They had been bought just for Elizabeth. They didn't have to pay

Beth very much, getting Zak and Zeke for keeps was half her compensation. Of

course the neighbors also did not know about Zak and Zeke. The Blakes kept a

low profile.

Jennifer heard a familiar loud banging noise, and an equally familiar moaning

sound. She turned toward the source of the noise - her sister Shannon's room.

The door was open. She saw Shannon doing her morning routine with Rodney.

Rodney was her floormat. He had been Shannon's boyfriend till a year ago. Now,

he was just her floormat. As Jennifer entered the room, her sister leaped off

the bed and landed again on Rodney. Shannon was totally naked except for the

spike heels which entered Rodney's stomach and chest. A loud bang came when

the heels passed through him, and struck the floor. The pitiful noise that

emitted from Rodney's mouth signified a good hit. Shannon gracefully rolled

onto the balls of her feet. She easily maintained her balance. It was a skill

developed from much practice. Shannon looked down at the quivering Rodney for

just an instant, then turned to smile at her sister.

“Good morning Jennifer. I was just helping Rodney to wake up. You want to give

me a hand here. I need to get ready for school. I could use the help, as long

as you're not too nice to him.”

Jennifer sauntered up and placed the toe of her shoe on Rodney's protruding

left testicle. She stepped down hard. Rodney's moaning went up a little in

pitch, and his eyes bulged a little more. As she stepped down, she could also

make out a little pop, followed by a squishing sound as the testicle was

crushed. Shannon smiled again.

“ Did you hear that, jenny? That something you can never make out when you

bust a guy in a regular body. They're always screaming so loud that you can't

hear. I'm gonna go take a shower. You can entertain him while I'm gone.”

With that, Shannon stepped out of her heels, leaving Rodney impaled on them as

she pattered off barefoot into her bathroom. As the door shut, Jennifer lifted

her foot, and quickly removed the heels from his torso. She watched as the

holes filled with a red jello-like substance. His skin reformed and in a few

seconds his body recovered.

She looked down on a sixteen by twenty-four inch rectangular mat. It was

filled by a torso, and a hairless face. It looked exactly as Rodney had

appeared in his body, only much, much smaller. His penis was fixed to the

abdomen, and extended up toward his chest. He seemed to have a perpetual

erection. The base of the mat was half an inch thick. At it's deepest point,

Rodney's new body added another two inches in thickness. The entire mat had a

shiny appearance, as if his little face and trunk had been laminated under

clear plastic.

While his body had reformed, the mat continued to quiver and moan in pain.

Jennifer slipped out of her shoes. She placed one stocking foot on him. Her

heel rested at the bottom of his chest, and her long toes covered completely

the forehead. She gently ground the ball of her foot into his nose and mouth.

He was very warm under her foot. She spoke softly to him as the quivering grew


“There now baby. Let Jenny make it feel better. Just breathe in and relax. I

had to dress up today, so I needed to put on fresh stockings. Don't worry

baby. By tomorrow, they'll smell nice and sweet for you. I promise. OK? You

know I won't hurt you as much as Shannon. Just relax and breathe.”

After a minute, Jennifer moved her foot down, covering the entire length of

the torso. Her toes were playing with the little cleft in his chin. She

gradually shifted her weight to that foot so that she stood on him, balanced

on a single foot. She was silent now and simply stared down until she finally

started to giggle. Then, she moved rapidly around her sister's mat and sat on

the bed. She rested one sole on his face, while the other rubbed in his lower

torso. She could feel the minuscule faux penis grow more firm.

She felt pity for Rodney. Even when he still was human, she had felt sorry for

him. Being Shannon's boyfriend was no easy task. She was nothing like

Jennifer. Shannon was tall, and angular, and her blond hair surrounded a stern

unforgiving face. Jennifer recalled those times when mother was out of town

and Rodney was there for the weekend. More than once, Shannon had driven him

crying from her room, to find a lonely place on the couch. Jennifer would

silently beckon him into her own room. He would sneak in and rub Jennifer's

feet while they talked. Rodney would bare his heart, about his feelings for

Shannon. He knew that he loved her, but did not know if he could continue to

take her abuse. Jennifer liked him. He seemed so sincere and so harmless.

After they talked she would sometimes let the poor boy sleep at her feet. His

body felt so warm and soft down there. One morning she had come awake to find

Rodney embracing her feet. He seemed so contented with his nose nuzzled into

her sole She hated to wake him. He was always so respectful. He was never

forward. He never even tried to kiss her feet, though Jennifer was certain

that he wanted to. This was not the insensitive, selfish kind of jock that

usually ended as a revenge mat. He had simply told Shannon that he couldn't

take her temper anymore. But that was more than enough for Shannon. What a

waste! If Shannon had more patience, and had been a little kinder... Well it

was too late to worry about that now.

Suddenly she heard Shannon's voice from the shower. “I don't hear anything!

Jennifer, are you being nice to him again? Let's hear some banging and

moaning. I'll be out there in a minute to check on you”

Jennifer had to move quickly. She took her foot from his face and put on her

shoe. She could see from his eyes, and the hardness under the ball of her

foot, that Rodney was close to orgasm. She carefully timed the moment, then

suddenly crashed her shoe down on him. As she crushed his little penis and

both balls into the floor, she could detect the rhythmic pulses under her

shoe. He was having what felt like complete pleasure to a floormat. Jennifer

smiled and stepped down harder still. His moans were so high pitched that she

heard an emphatic “That's better!” from the bathroom. She leaned down again to

talk to him, as she slipped on her other shoe.

“ I know I hurt you fella. I know all that Shannon ever does is hurt you. But,

you need to think how good this feels to us. Think how much this does for

Shannon. Think of all the fun she has with you. Think how she needs you. If

you think about all that, then the pain won't feel so bad. Really, I promise

you. It's all you have left now; so it will have to do. I'll see you later.

Maybe tomorrow. Just think about my stockings till then. You have that too.

Smile for me now!”

Rodney's little oral cavity tried to move. It did look a bit like a smile. At

least Jennifer thought so. As Shannon came walking into the room, Jennifer

rammed her other heel into that mouth. The moaning stopped. Jennifer stood

casually with both shoes into him, waiting for her sister. Shannon saw the

heel grinding into the mouth, and the red jello that tricked out. She seemed

suddenly more relaxed. “Oh I see you're playing with his mouth. That's why I

didn't hear much. Jennifer stepped off the floormat. She gave his groin one

last stomp as she walked away. “Yea Sis, we were just having fun. See you

later, Rodney.”

Jennifer made her way downstairs. She felt troubled and a little guilty. She

had no business interfering with Shannon and her property. Shannon was well

within her rights. What was left of Rodney was her sister's property. What

gave Jennifer the right to undermine Rodney's punishment? It was wrong. But it

was such an awful waste. Shannon should have at least had him made into the

smaller size mat. You could do many extra things with the little mats. Still,

it didn't make Jennifer's sneaking around right. She should confess to

Shannon. Maybe even buy her a new pair of spikes to use on Rodney. Yes, she

would do that. Jennifer tried to stop thinking about it. She knew that it was

unseemly for one of her class, to spend all this time worrying about a

floormat, even if she had liked him so well when he was human. Jennifer

couldn't shake the feeling though, that her sister was sort of sadistic... Oh


Jennifer entered the kitchen. She saw her mother sitting at the kitchen table,

finishing her coffee and toast. She saw Elizabeth happily humming as she

flipped pancakes on the grill. She was humming an accompaniment to the little

soft shoe dance that she did often with her chores. Jennifer pulled out of her

thoughts and spoke.

“Hello Mom. You look great as usual. Hi Beth, you seem awfully happy in your


“ Oh I am fine, Miss Jenny, I'm just where I need to be - Barefoot and in the

kitchen.” She was indeed barefoot, and the soft shoes were Zeke and Zak, each

wrapped around one foot for dear life, and grimacing every time that foot

struck the floor.

“ Well, at least you're not pregnant,” Jennifer responded as she sat at the


“You never know though with these little guys around.” Elizabeth spoke as she

shuffled over to the table, and dropped off a load of pancakes. While Jennifer

laughed at the old joke between them, Her mother seemed more subdued. After

Elizabeth shuffled off again, she started to speak.

“Jenny, did you know that Freddy is coming home for the summer?”

“No Mom I hadn't heard. But I can't wait to see him. I miss him a lot. How

long has it been since he lived with us? Two years I think. Right?”

Freddy was Shannon's twin brother. Having just turned eighteen, he would be

graduating, from the special private school that he attended. Most families of

their class found it expedient to send the male children off to boarding

school. It grew awkward in a household so completely ran by women to have a

man there. A brother was not a servant, but then again he certainly wasn't a

sister either. He didn't quite fit in to the hierarchy. Shannon always had

trouble dealing with Freddy. When she felt confused about things, she tended

to get even meaner. She was always mean to her twin. Freddy was always so

passive. He just took whatever Shannon handed out. He just seemed to be happy

to be with his sisters and his mother. He even seemed to love Elizabeth, who

teased him constantly. She always told him that since they didn't know what to

do with him, that his mother would have him shrunk and give him her to go

along with Zeke and Zak. “Yes,”she would say,”You'll fit in right well with

the two Z's. I could make a special place for you in my room. It wouldn't be

right to say just where, though!”

“Yes Jennifer It has been that long. I do worry how it will work out this

time. If they just weren't twins, it would be easier. You and Freddy always

got along just fine. You Know, I am his mother, and sometimes it's hard to

admit to myself that I can't treat him the same way as I treat my daughters.”

“Mom, you worry too much. It will work out You'll see. By the way, did you

make out that check for a million dollars, so we can give it to Lilith today?”

“Whoa, girl! You're just going to look today. I don't think we'll buy just

yet. Besides it takes years to get a million dollar floormat. You don't even

have anybody who would volunteer.”

“That shows how much you know. You don't know who I might have on the string.

For that matter, I could talk Freddy into it. He does anything we ask. Yes, I

think I'll ask Freddy!”

The silence was deafening. Jennifer had been joking, but she saw that her

mother was certainly not laughing. The silence continued as mother and

daughter entered the limo, to begin the ride to Floormats Inc. Jennifer knew

that she had touched some sort of nerve. She thought of forcing the discussion

now. She decided instead to bide her time. This was supposed to be a special,

fun day, and she certainly did not want it ruined by a lot of serious talk

about her brother. She sat back in her seat and daydreamed about her own


End Chapter #2



Million Dollar Floormat Chapter#3

The headquarters of Custom Floormats Inc. was in keeping with their commitment

to modern technology. It was a very modern, rather generic looking office

building, in a suburban business park. It was not a large building, and was

wedged between two national insurance companies. Jennifer was getting more

excited as the limousine pulled up to the front door. Elizabeth, who was

driving, ran around to let Jennifer and her mother out. She looked a bit odd

in her chauffeur's uniform. Her blond curls burst out from under the cap. She

tried to look solemn as she held the door open, but could not manage it. She

looked like a young mischievous lady who was trying hard not to giggle. In

this case, her looks told the truth. As Jennifer stepped out, Elizabeth leaned

over and whispered,”Have fun in there. I want to hear all about it later.”

If Jennifer's mother heard, she did not show it. Instead she moved forward

quickly to greet the woman who stood by the front door. This was the first

time Jennifer had seen Lilith Baxter. She was a very tall woman of

indeterminate age. Her hair was almost scarlet in hue, and her complexion

freckled, with that pink tone that only very fair skinned people possess. She

stood a half-head taller than her mother. who was herself nearly six foot.

Jennifer held back as the two old friends embraced, and talked. Jennifer was

most impressed with the way Lilith moved. There was grace, and style in every

movement. She had seen many tall, attractive women, but none who moved so

gracefully. Jennifer was not attracted to women, but she understood why so

many found Lilith

irresistible. She wore a loose fitting dress, and sandals. Her hair was

braided and up in a tight bun. Jennifer stood staring at this huge, very

erotic woman, until her mother waved for her to approach. Lilith grasped

Jennifer's hand in both of her own, and smiled. “I finally get to meet you,

Miss Blake. The very youngest Miss Blake I believe. Is it OK if I call you


“ Yes Ma'am, please call me Jenny; I like that best.”

“Good. and I am Lili. Gloria has been telling me about you for years. I'm

eager to get started. Shall we go in?”

The three women entered the building. There was a large central hallway,

ringed by many offices. They went to a door marked procurement. The entered a

surprisingly small room, the walls of which were lined with shelves from floor

to ceiling. They were stacked with shoe box sized containers. Lili began to


“This is where we keep the males that we have obtained. They are brought down

to around one foot in height. They remain asleep in their boxes until we are

ready to begin the final processing. Today, we show two thousand one hundred

and twelve in inventory. All the basics and the revenges come here. We send

out expeditions every month or so to replenish our stock. Many of them are

drunks, or other homeless people. We search nursing homes, and some penal

institutions. Often we have to treat the brain damage that results from their

addictions. It's not unusual for one of these guys to live in a fog for years,

until we take them. Then they suddenly become totally lucid, just before they

are transformed into a basic mat. We are fanatics here about the alertness of

our mats. No confusion or memory loss allowed. Even the basic mats are changed

so that they cannot sleep or lose consciousness. There is no escape into

insanity either. Every experience with its owner is intensely felt, and

intensely remembered.

Jennifer could not help but interrupt.“Then you actually make their lives

longer, and they're smarter too. Do they all thank you?”

Lilith laughed. “No Jennifer, almost all of them hate us. They prefer their

escapes. About the only ones who show gratitude, are the severely brain

damaged ones who cannot be adequately repaired. They are often thankful.”

“But Lili, why are they grateful? I don't understand.”

“ The men who don't pass quality control are turned over to the staff. They

enjoy themselves for a few days then they dispose of the male.” Lili turned to

Jennifer and flashed a look that was half smile, and half sneer. “Those are

the ones who are grateful.”

The tour continued. Jennifer had lots of questions, which made the tour longer

than usual. Lili was not irritated. Rather, she seemed fascinated with the

young woman's observations and thoughts. Jennifer's mother continued her

silence. She spoke no more than politeness required, and generally looked


The last room on the tour was the transformation chamber. Jennifer had never

seen so many computers and odd looking electronic instruments in one place.

Several staff were gathered around the central area. They had just finished

tying down large belligerent male. Lilith moved in to consult with her

employees. She returned to Jennifer with a great smile on her face.

“Jenny you are going to love this. They are about to make a basic mat. They'll

be finishing the preparations shortly. You can see it all if you wish. You're

lucky, most girls who come for the tour don't get a chance to see a transform.

Go on in and have a look.”

Jennifer approached with trepidation. She saw a middle-aged man tied, and

spread-eagled on a platform about eighteen inches above the floor. He

struggled wildly against his bonds. He looked as if he were trying to scream,

yet nothing but a pitiful whine came out. As she stared at the future mat, a

young woman came over to her.

“Hi, I assume that you are Miss Blake. Lilith wanted you to get right in there

with us. You see he's been expanded to full size, for his indoctrination.

We're about to remove his limbs, and shrink him down for the final transform.

Usually they calm down by this time, but he's still pretty aggressive, and

loud. Had to use a gag spell on him so we could hear ourselves think. See,

they have the laser beam ready. It's time to get started.”

“You don't use a spell to remove his limbs. Doesn't it get kind of messy?”

“Not really. The laser cuts them cleanly. We use a little focused magic to

reduce the bleeding. In a few minutes he'll be a floormat. Then the bleeding

won't matter. My name is Miriam, by the way... “

“I'm so sorry. My name is Jennifer. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that

this is so exciting, and I didn't want to miss anything.”

Just then, the huge laser started. It was guided by two women, as it neatly

sliced off one leg, then the other. Very rapidly, his arms were severed as

well. Only a few drops of blood trickled out of each stump. The man stopped

struggling. He lay still and stared blankly at the ceiling. The women quickly

took away the now useless limbs, and started bringing in more equipment.

Miriam picked up the conversation, where they had stopped it to watch the


“Don't worry about it. I still get excited, and I've been doing this for

years. We have two or three minutes before the next step. Why don't you go

talk to him. I think we can remove the gag spell now. I like to listen to

their stories. Get him to talk, and play with him a little if you want.”

Jennifer didn't hesitate. She strode over to the platform, and stepped up. He

did not see her at first. She came around to his head, and stood with a shoe

on either side of his face. He could not help but see her now. Their eyes met

for a moment, and Jennifer decided to start the conversation.

“ Hi there, I want to talk to you. Tell me your name.”

He spoke in a hoarse, low, exhausted voice. “Dennis Ma'am. My name is Dennis.

Can you help me? They cut me up.” His eyes filled with tears. Then he began to


“Now fella, no need to cry. It will be over real soon. Since you won't be able

to talk after they finish, I want to find out about you now. Tell me, were you


He stopped crying finally. His voice was even more faint than before.”Oh God,

lady. They're gonna make me into a welcome mat. For God's sake help me!”

“Aw, fella. There's no reason for this. You're going to be a floormat, not a

welcome mat. Whoever buys you might use you as a welcome mat, or maybe a bath

mat. Don't cry Mister. Maybe I'll buy you. Wouldn't you like to be my bath

mat? Besides weren't you homeless, and about to die? Now, you get to keep

living, and be of use to some nice lady. What more could you ask for?”

“He looked for a second as if he didn't understand her. Then he shook his

head. Homeless! Lady, I'm not homeless. I'm a cop. I'm not sick. I'm only

thirty years old. “

“That's really all true.” Miriam said as she hurried past. She returned in a

few seconds and stopped. “ Seems he was an undercover policeman. He got caught

in a bunch of winos that we grabbed under a bridge. Tough luck, I guess. He

has a wife and five kids. They have good insurance though, so no problem

there. You'd be amazed at all we had to do to cover it up. We're going to lose

money on this one. Well, it's time for the next step.”

Everybody cleared back. The computer monitors started flashing. A switch was

thrown on a big machine, which looked like a satellite dish. The big cloud of

blue smoke was out of place with all the electronics. When the smoke cleared,

a twenty-four-inch Dennis was on the platform. Dennis was disoriented at

first, then was plain scared. Jennifer came to stand over him again.

“Wow! Isn't this just too exciting? It will only be a couple of minutes now.

Don't look so worried. Sorry to hear about your family. I hope your daughters

don't miss you too much.” Jennifer found herself feeling very aroused as she

looked down at him. “Dennis, what's your last name. Come on, tell me man. I

might want to look you up on the net, and find out more about you.”

“Ma'am, I'm Dennis Henderson.” His gaze drifted away, as he tried to grasp

what was about to happen.

“Yes, I'll look you up later. You know what I want to do now. I want to walk

on you. I just have to do it. I'll take my shoes off though. See. Off they go.

Ready or not, here I come.” She carefully stepped onto his chest and stomach.

He was so soft. She was certain that she could feel the sharp spine under her

foot. Jennifer brought her other foot around and rested the ball of her foot,

on his lips and nose. “ My sister has a mat at home. He likes to smell my

feet. At least I think he does. Do they smell good to you now? Now don't lie

just to make me feel good. Tell me the truth. No. On second thought, don't try

to talk. That nose won't work after you get to be a mat. Yes, this is great.

The last thing you will ever smell is the bottom of my foot. You wouldn't

believe how wet I'm getting thinking about that. I see that Miriam's ready to

go again. You're almost home.”

The staff had actually been ready for a couple of minutes. They waited

patiently for Jennifer to finish her play. Jennifer jumped off his body. As

she turned, she saw the smoke clear, and saw a new floormat. He looked a lot

like Rodney, but the facial features were very distinct. It was Dennis

alright. Jennifer let out a squeal, and jumped on the platform. She stepped

right on Dennis, this time without removing her shoes. She grinned and lifted

her arms dramatically in the air. Some of the staff laughed with Jennifer and

gave her a short ovation. When the clapping stopped, Jennifer leaned forward

to whisper to poor Dennis, whose eyes bulged, and blinked with more pain and

emotion than he could easily convey.

“There you are, my sweet little mat. That was very nice. I hope you give that

much pleasure to whoever gets to own you. Maybe it will be me. Keep your

fingers crossed. Oops I'm sorry. I guess you can't. Have fun, baby!”

Jennifer stepped off and made her way to the exit. Miriam met her on the

way.”That was nice girl. These basics are supposed to be anonymous, but it's

always better if you know them. I hope you do buy him.”

Jennifer uttered her thanks. She noticed Lilith and her mother were not in the

room. Cautiously, she opened the door. She saw the two women sitting hand in

hand. Her mother was crying, and they were talking intently.

“Lili. I know there's not much I can do. But I do want to see my son happy. He

just won't leave us. I wish he were committed to Jenny. She could handle it.

But Shannon is just too angry. I cringe when I think of what she would do to

him; even if they are twins.”

“I know, Gloria. We all have to pay this price when we bear male children. Did

you know that I have a son? Well, he's almost sixty now. We couldn't figure it

out either. I finally sold him to my cousin. She's very sweet, and kind-like

your Jenny. He's very happy as her servant. You need to remember that men make

natural servants, if they are raised well. I think it's darling what he wants

to do. I understand your fear, but it's better to let him submit. I think

Shannon's hostility comes partly because she's so confused about her brother.

At least that what I got when I talked to her last. Oh! Here comes Jenny.”

Jennifer approached slowly, not wanting to intrude. Her mood was suddenly


“ Come on over.” Lilith said. “ I think you need to hear this. I hope you had

fun in there. It sounded like you did. Your mother and I have been talking. I

think we'll cut the tour short today. Gloria needs your help right now. By the

way girl, I'm having that little mat wrapped up for you. Take him home today.

No charge. I know that you'll be investing more in an advanced model. Let's

just call this one an appetizer.”

Jennifer brightened, despite her mother's distress. She sat next to Gloria,

feeling rather confused. She was excited about her new toy, but felt a strong

need to comfort her mother.

“Mom, what is it? I've never seen you this upset. What can I do to help?”

Gloria managed a smile. “Just a little sympathy. That would help I guess. I've

been talking to Lili about Freddy. It's just... Well... He insists that he

wants to train to be Shannon's personal mat. I've never seen him stubborn like

this. I'm afraid to even talk to Shannon. I think of how she treats that sweet

little Rodney. I just don't know what to do.”

Jennifer embraced her mother tightly. After a minute, they let go of each

other. Gloria seemed more composed.

‘Mom, let's go home and talk about it. I wish you'd told me earlier. We'll

think of something.

“That's a good idea. Go home and talk. Come back in a few days. I think this

will work out. I really think so. And Jenny Don't forget your new mat.”

Jennifer held her mother's hand. If she were of two minds before, she now felt

pulled in several different directions. She itched to play with Dennis. She

had to make her mother feel better. She needed to talk to Freddy. It had been

so long since they had talked. She still wanted that personal mat that she had

dreamed of... There was something else too. She thought about Freddy

underneath Shannon, sharing something special with Shannon, and not her. Who

did he think he was, giving himself to his twin sister, when he had always

been closer to Jennifer. What a gyp! ... Yep... That was it. She was jealous

of Shannon.

End Chapter 3


Million Dollar Floormat #4

The ride home took a long time. Traffic was heavy, and the big Lincoln

frequently slowed to a crawl. “I sure wish there was a spell to fix traffic

jams, Jennifer announced. “I bet you could make another fortune Mom.” Gloria

grinned at her daughter. The first smile in some hours, and Jennifer was

pleased to see it.

“Well Jennifer, we could always fly home. It would make us sort of

conspicuous, I'm afraid.”

“Mother we're not witches of any kind. What makes you think you could do it?”

“No dear, we are certainly not witches. But everyone who is part of our

culture studies the Arts. Even you have, although I gather with not much

diligence... “

“Now Mother...”

“You know all women have some talent. I can certainly fly and do other basic

spells. There doesn't seem to be reason to do it. I see I've been remiss in

your education. You never know, it might come in handy some time. You

youngsters are all the same. Why mess with a leaky sink, if you can hire a

plumber. It comes from too much money, I guess. I only wish I had enough magic

to help Freddy!”

“There you go again. You know, Mom, you're a hard women to cheer up.”

“I know. It must be frustrating for you push so hard to keep everyone cheered

up. How do you like your new mat, by the way?”

Jennifer had unrolled Dennis as soon as they had gotten in the car. Now, as

they talked, she rubbed her stocking feet over him. “Oh he's very nice. He's

very warm. He's not as soft as Rodney, but I think he'll make a good toy.” She

leaned forward, and glanced into his tearful eyes. “Woncha little Dennis.

You'll make a good warmer for Jenny. You'll like that won't you?

Look at those tears. Every time I rub those teeny eyes, my feet get so wet.

Maybe if I work on you real good, you could wash my feet too. I could wash my

feet at this end, and dry them off at the other end. wouldn't that be nice.

Hmmm... Dennie is a little cutie, aren't you baby.”

“Jennifer, I don't know. You're the only girl I know who calls a basic mat by

name. I think you're too romantic for your own good. You'll be disillusioned,

one of these days.”

“Oh Mom! I just wish he could smell my feet. I know it costs a lot more, but

it seems a shame. He needs to have some fun too.”

“Jennifer dear, it's your floormat! It's not having fun.”

“Maybe not yet, but he'll learn to like it when he sees all the fun I have.”

“I suppose you think a cow finds pleasure in being made into hamburger.”

“Mother. I don't know any cows, and I've never talked to a hamburger. But if

there is any fairness in the world, then you ought to feel some pleasure, in

serving your purpose in life. So maybe a cow should look forward to being a

hamburger. That why it's here.”

“OK Jennifer, so what's our own purpose? What should give us pleasure?”

“Don't be silly, Mom. Our mission is to have pleasure. And everyone else will

be happy when we feel good.”

“Jennifer You're just hopeless. Where do these ideas come from?”

“They come from you, and from my father. That's what I really want, Mom. I

want to have the kind of satisfaction that you and Dad have. Is that so bad?”

“Well dear, You've got me there. Your father is very special- my most prized

possession. To tell you the truth, Jennifer, I've been meaning to talk to your

father ever since we left Lilith. I need his advice with Freddy.”

“Yea, and maybe he can help cheer you up. I'm not having all that much luck.

Do we need to pull over, so you can find a little girl's room? Then I can sit

up front with Elizabeth if you want some privacy”

Gloria seemed confused for just an instant. “Why no dear, we don't need to

stop. I usually do keep your father in my panties during the day, but when I

suspect that I'll want to talk to him, I try to carry him in my shoe. I think

you should stay with us. You're almost a grown woman now, and Freddy's

predicament affects all of us.” Gloria leaned down and removed her pump. There

was Herbert Blake, former genius among Wall Street investors, covering the

insole of his wife' shoe. Jennifer could see his familiar face, looking up

from the heel. He was sopping wet, as was Gloria's stocking foot. Gloria

quickly removed him and placed the tiny mat on the floor of the car. She

fished the remote control out of her purse, and pressed a button. Herbert

grew, and was soon a two by three foot floormat. The head ran several inches

up the back of the driver's seat, so he could easily see both Gloria and her

daughter. His eyes opened, and he beamed at his wife.

“Hi beautiful.” At this size his voice was almost normal, not the high pitched

squeak that came out when he was insole or panty-liner sized. The eyes turned

toward Jennifer. “Hello there Jenny, long time no see.”

“Hi Daddy. It has been a couple of months, I guess. I know Mom likes to keep

you fused to her, so I kinda miss you... But it looked like you were going to

drown in there.”

“That's my fault, Jenny. You know how warm we are. Of course your mother's

foot sweats with me in there. I keep telling her. Sandals when the weather is

warm, and shoes in the winter. But... Gloria is in charge.”

”Well, I'm glad somebody remembered that.” Gloria seemed a bit miffed at being

left out of the conversation. “Herbie, did you catch what Lilith said, and

what we were saying just now?”

“I could hear most of it, at least when you are sitting. When you're standing

with my face under your heel, my senses don't work very well. I caught the

general drift, and I've been thinking too. I think Freddy should go for it.

Tell Shannon that he's hers if she will have him, and send Freddy off to start

his training. I know you hate the idea, but I think it's always been meant to


Jennifer could see that her mother was not pleased with the advice. “But

Shannon is so mean. Herbie, I just hate to think of her treating poor Freddy

like she does her mat. I want better for my son, than to have his little nuts

popped every night. “

“Herbert was bemused. “I think your wrong about Shannon. She wasn't cruel when

she was small. She and Freddy were so close. She didn't even think of him as

just a boy, till we sent him off to that private school. Then she was all

alone. That's when she started to become hateful. She needs him, Gloria.

She'll mellow out when they can be together again.”

“ Maybe, but I still think Freddy is way too young. You didn't become my mat

till you were past forty!”

“Yes Gloria, and it was the worst mistake we ever made. I wanted to come to

you, right after Jennifer was born. I waited ten long years, it was foolish.

You had plenty of money. Think how much better things have been These past

five years.” Herbert sighed and turned his eyes again to Jennifer. “You know,

Jenny, This mat gig is not so bad. No worries, and no responsibility. You

never get sick. I never get tired and I don't sleep. Best of all. I never go

more than a minute or two without some nice part of your mother touching me. I

think Freddy should go for it.” He moved his gaze back to Gloria.

“Besides beautiful, while you get all worked up about Freddy having his nuts

popped, you might mention that you pop mine about every night.”

“Herbert! That's enough. You know it's not the same thing. You're supposed to

be helping me here.”

He looked again at his daughter. “You know Jenny, this funk is not all Freddy.

This happens, when she carries me too long in the wrong place. Her clit is

lonely today.

“Shut up Herbie, I'm warning you.”

Jenny decided to jump in too. “Hey Daddy. Mom tells me that my new floormat

wouldn't have any pleasure smelling my feet. Mom's wrong, isn't she? You like

to smell her feet, doncha?”

“Of course I do. And don't you listen to her. Any male, human or mat, would

love to smell your pretty feet. At least if he had any sense...”

“That's it, Herbert. You've gone too far!” Jennifer's father abruptly shrank.

Gloria snatched him up and thrust him back in her shoe. “And that smart little

mouth goes back under my heel, where I want it... Stop laughing, Jennifer. You

don't have to cheer him on.”

Well Gloria wasn't feeling very cheered up but her daughter certainly was.

Later that evening, Jennifer carried her new floormat, rolled up like a

newspaper, into her bedroom. She paused to consider where best to place him.

After a moment's deliberation she unrolled her new toy by the side of her bed.

She stood and grinned at Dennis. His eyes darted nervously about his new home.

Jennifer saw that he was still producing lots of tears, which gave his eyes a

shiny appearance. The miniature eyes finally found her face, and stopped their

jerky movement.

“Hi, little Dennie, I'm going to keep you here for a while. Right next to the

bed where I sleep. Mom thinks I should use you as a shower mat. That might be

fun, but I wouldn't see you much. I bet you'd like it though, ‘cause you could

see me all wet and naaay-kid every morning. I could put you in front of my

toilet, and I could talk to you more. Better than reading old magazines I

suppose. I don't know. I'm not sure we know each other well enough for you to

stay in my bathroom. Anyway, out here I can play with you more. We can play

now, but just for a minute. Shannon is out tonight, and she doesn't know it,

but I love to go play with her Rodney mat, when she's not home. I really

shouldn't do it, but Shannon just wants to be mean with him... But I like to

sneak in and play with him. It's a special thrill cause I knew him before. He

was like this really sweet boy, before Shannon got mad at him. Now don't you

dare tell anyone. This is our little secret. Just the two of us.”

Jennifer finally stopped giggling and stepped on her mat, this time with her

shoes. She playfully dug her heels into the chest, as she continued to talk to


“There's a bunch of fun things, we can do. It's just too bad that you can't

talk or smell. I'm gonna keep working on Mom, I bet we can maybe get you a

nose that works... I think I'll Kick my shoes off, so I can feel you better. I

can't bounce very well on you; you're too thin. Still, you do feel neat. It's

not only that you're so toasty warm, but kind of rubbery and rough on my skin.

too. Of course, dennie, you are the economy model... See, I'll put my heel

down here, where your little nuts stick out... Hmmm... I see you can feel

that. Then I can take my other foot and play with your cute face... Now keep

those eyes open for me. If I get my toes in there just right... Yea, now see

if you can close that eye Mr. Policeman... Thought so. Ewww! You're getting my

foot wet again. I almost think they goofed somehow. I don't think that much

water is supposed to come out of your eyes... And I sure wish that nose could

work... OK... Well, I'm gonna hop off to go see Rodney. Don't be jealous

though, I'll come back later. You know what? I'm gonna tell you all my

secrets. I need to tell someone. I can trust you honey, even if you are a cop.

That's it honey. You can be my little diary mat.

It was dark in Shannon's room. In the farthest corner from the door, Jennifer

reclined in her Sister's leather lounger, and listened to music on her

headphones. She had removed her skirt and panty hose, and was quite

comfortable. She rubbed her bare feet over Rodney, tapping one on his chest in

time to the music. She wasn't paying much attention to Rodney, except that she

made sure that one of her big toes was always in his mouth hole. The sucking

reflex was very relaxing.

Jennifer was about to drift off into a happy trance, when she saw the door

open. Light from the hallway made a shadow figure of the person who, even in

silhouette she recognized as Freddy! He did not see her at first. As his eyes

swept around the darkened room, they sensed someone in the corner. He spoke

with a smooth, pleasing baritone that Jennifer had not heard in many long


“Is that you, Sis?”

“Yea bro, it's your sister, but not the one who sleeps in here.”

“Jenny... It is you. You're the one I'm looking for. I thought you might be in

here. Can I come talk to you? I really need to.”

“Sure Freddy, just give me a second.” Jennifer felt a little self conscious,

sitting with her toe in Rodney's mouth, half asleep, and all aroused. She

quickly gathered her things and stood. “Go on out in the hall. I'll be there

in a second.” She found herself standing on Rodney, and then she slowly

extracted her toe from Rodney's mouth. She became aware that his groin area

was throbbing again. He was experiencing an orgasm along with the pain and

pressure from her foot. She leaned over and whispered.”Hey, fella. You

wouldn't be taking advantage of little Jenny, now would you?... See you later

cutie.” She ran her toe a final time around Rodney's mouth, and looked down

into his eyes, which were bulging and blinking with pain and pleasure. The

notion flashed into her head that Freddy could be right there some day soon.

Her body suddenly quivered with a feeling that was delightfully shameful. She

sighed and stepped forcefully on Rodney's face, Grinding her heel into his

eyes. She offered the mat one more intimate whisper on her way to greet her

brother.”Next time baby, you should get my permission.” Then she rushed out to

give her brother a big hug.

Ten Minutes later, she was laying on Freddy's bed, listening to him pour out

his heart... It had not taken long for the conversation to get serious. She

loved being around Freddy, and usually loved to listen to him talk. He seemed

to know a lot about everything. Right now though, he was too intense to be

much fun.

She always liked to look at Freddy. He may have been Shannon's twin, but he

made a much different impression. Always open and outgoing; he had a knack for

putting people at ease. She could never remember seeing Freddy angry. She had

rarely seen Shannon when she wasn't.

“Jenny I just don't know what I'm going to do about Mom. She's on some sort of

crusade to keep Shannon from getting me. I can't get Mom to understand. It

makes me sick to contradict her, But I have no choice. You understand don't

you Sis?... Why I have to go to Shannon. I just wish I could explain it


Freddy sat quietly. He seemed in no hurry for a reply, so Jennifer considered

how to be diplomatic. As she thought over her options, she noticed her brother

sitting in front of her. those feet resting in his lap, Freddy was carefully

rubbing them. This was odd. She didn't actually remember placing her feet in

his lap. It felt very good, now that she took note of his efforts. She was

perplexed too. This seemed to happen all the time. In fact most of the boys

that she met were soon massaging her feet. The thing was, Jennifer could not

recall a single time when she'd asked a man to rub her feet... Not one time.

Why did this happen? Was it the kind of boys that she liked? Of course, the

macho types didn't get the time of day; but she was certain that there was

more to it than that. Maybe she gave off some sort of “tired foot” signal

without knowing it. She glanced down at her feet resting in Freddy's hands.

She thought they looked pretty, and not tired. Jennifer wiggled her big toe.

It struck her that same toe had been in Rodney's mouth hole only minutes

before. Freddy was leaning forward, intent on doing her massage. His lips were

only a few inches above that toe. She started making mental calculations, If

she kicked up at the right time, and just the right angle, her shiny red

toenail could...

“Jenny, Please! Are you even listening to me?” Freddy's plaintive voice

shocked her back into reality. She smiled lazily, and tried to act as if she

heard every word. “Of course I'm paying attention, brother. It's just that

what you say to me... Well you're such a scholar and all... It makes me think.

You always make me think.” Jennifer felt another wave of intense guilt. Here

she was, trying to wound her sister again. Just because Shannon was grumpy,

and liked to play rough with her own property, well it was no excuse to

deceive her. Still it would be fun to have something juicy to tell her new

diary mat, when she got back to her room. Who knows, she thought while pushing

aside her guilt, the night is young...

A couple of rooms down the hall, Gloria Blake was almost ready for bed. Her

bare feet padded across the floor. She wore only a negligee, and was carrying

a pair of loafers, with unusually hard soles. She came up to Herbert, lying on

the floor. He was out of the shoe, Gloria had not enlarged him.

Herbert thought he was in trouble. When he saw the shoes, all doubt was gone.

He watched as she sat on the bed, and slipped them on. He had been out of line

in the car. Sometimes it was too much fun provoking her. Often he was less

respectful to her now, than he had been, as a human. As a man, he felt

apprehensive. As a piece of property, he felt more secure. After all, what

could she do to him? Well, she could take a chainsaw to him, but short of

that, not much. He knew that she liked to play rough at times, so it was part

of his job to give her enough excuses. It was all part of the game. He really

hated the pain, but he never regretted his decision to serve her. She stood

over him now showing him the ribbed bottom of her shoe. He knew the angry look

on her face was half play and half serious.

“So you tell my daughter all our little secrets. Let's just talk about ball

popping then. The toe of that shoe descended onto his lower half. Then he

screamed. It was more like a loud squeak, than a scream. The crushing and the

squeaking went on for several minutes. Gloria finally let up. She looked

calmer now. She sat again on the bed, and slipped off the punishment shoes.

She covered him with one bare sole, and felt the vibrations and the heat

slowly abate.

“So Herbie, do we remember who owns who here. Don't feel like you have to say

yes. We can continue the memory treatments for as long as we need to... I

suppose I made the point. She picked up the remote, and Herbert grew out from

around her foot. In a few seconds, he was two by three feet again.

“Yes, Ma'am, I know who owns me. You know that I can take as many treatments

as you think I need... “

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