You don't 'resign'.

While it's true that Bernard standing on your upper body with his full weight makes it slightly harder for you breathe, it's still exactly this kind of a sensation you've always been dreaming of .

Therefore you, who has now become Bernard's rug for real, look up at him and say: "Why would I ever wanna 'resign' ? On the contrary ! Right now the sensation of you standing on me makes me feel like I'm in heaven !"

Bernard answers: "Oh it's great to see you're still enjoying yourself while I'm standing on you. And just before, I was almost too hesistant to stand on you, because I feared to injure you."

You enlighten him: "Were you afraid my ribs could break under your weight ? Don't underestimate the load capacity of a human body, Bernard !"

Bernard is still very cautious: "Yeah, like I said, it's my first time trampling a guy, too."

Then , very cautiously and gently, and with some difficulties holding his balance as he's standing on you, Bernard begins to 'trample' all over your chest and your tummy.

You enjoy the sensation of Bernard's feet taking turns of being lifted off your upper body, and being put back down on it - always very cautiously and gently, and every time his hot soles touch your skin, your lust level increases.

After a while of getting yourself trampled under Bernard's hot feet like that, you comment : "This feels like a very sensual Ashiatsu massage is given to my upper body !"

Bernard stops trampling you for a moment, but remains standing on your chest, with his toes pointing towards your face.

He looks down into your eyes: "I think I've gotten the hang of this !"

You try to be nice rug: "Are you even aware of how hot you are, Ber- ... !!" , and your eyes widen in disbelief ...

Bernard doesn't allow you to finish the compliment you were trying to say. Intead, he quickly moves his right foot forward, just enough for it to hover only one inch above your dumbfounded, upturned face.

Then he giggles: "Shall I give an ' Ashiatsu ' massage to your face, too !?"

Now the hot sole of Bernard foot is right in front of your eyes - and only one inch away from being put on your face.

Should Bernard go on and trample your face, too ?