Re: Women with shoes step on bare feet
Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2024 11:25 am
We arrived home. Girlfriend ordered me in the shower and to brush my teeth immediately. I looked in the mirror and saw the myriad shoe prints all over my body, some of those will wash off, the heel marks probably not. The shower felt heavenly but revealed plenty of scrapes and injuries. Brushing my teeth, I found plenty of muck from R’s combat style boots stuck between my teeth. It tasted revolting but at least my mouth and tongue were now clean. Exiting the bathroom and having dried off I think walked downstairs to Girlfriend. She was still dressed in her red dress and beige high heels. “Did you have fun tonight?” I nodded. “We’re not done yet.” She stomps on my left foot with her block high heel. Hard. As I recoiled, girlfriend stepped back and for the second time that night, slammed her platform shoe into my balls. I crumple over onto the ground. Shivering, naked, cold and vulnerable on the tiles. She stands over me and I crawl over to her shoes and begin kissing them, hoping for some mercy. Starting at the front of the platform I kiss my way around her shoe all the way to her block heel which had caused my feet so much pain tonight. She lifted the front of her shoe and l looked underneath. It was the view from a bug about to be squashed by a superior being. Her soles were filthy from the walk outside, scuffed and no longer new. I didn’t need to be told, I began licking, the acrid taste of dirt filling my mouth. Bits of grass and other muck from the gravel getting stuck between my teeth again as I scraped her soles clean. “Do NOT scratch the suede.” I shivered as I gingerly cleaned the menacing high heel hovering over my face. Girlfriend inspected her shoes and made a sound of approval. She roughly stepped on my chest and marched down my naked body, her right sole crushed my cock and her left heel almost tore my scrotum from my pelvis as she put her full weight down on it. I screamed. High pitched and in panic. Girlfriend turned around, marched up to my face and kicked me on the cheek. Not a love tap, a full blown warning. I saw stars. She STOMPED on my mouth with her sole. “Quiet,” she hissed. She flicked my nose with the toe of her platform shoe and twisted abruptly on my chest. It hurt. Her heels cut into me like I was dirt. She marched down to my crotch and stomped on it with her block heel again, this time I didn’t dare whimper. Finally she got off. “Come, go to sleep. C is visiting for breakfast in the morning.” I crawled upstairs after her. Girlfriend removed her heels and threw them to me. “You’ll be sleeping on the rug tonight.” I curled up in a ball in the warm room, cuddled those beige high heels like a teddy bear, relished in the smell of leather, girlfriend’s feet and the feeling of sharp heels digging into my face and drifted off to sleep.
To be continued.
To be continued.