Saturday, July 9, 2011

Cindy's Revenge


Cindy's Revenge - Part 1

By Frank
Cindy sat in her car patiently waiting for the line to move up so she could pay the bridge toll and finish her trip home. She wasn’t looking forward to the dirty house and cold reception she was going to get from Don. She was thankful it was Friday at least. Cindy worked as a receptionist in a San Francisco law firm where she was required to dress up. She really didn’t need the requirement - she had been driving men crazy for about as long as she could remember and she had loved every minute of it. Wearing short, tight skirts - seamed stockings with 4" black pumps was quite acceptable for her. In fact, she would have been happier wearing mini-skirts and 5" spikes to work but a certain amount of decorum was called for. As it was, all the men in her building were quite used to walking around all day with hard-ons. Those that didn’t work in her office always found plenty of reasons to show up outside the big glass doors and wait patiently for her to emerge from behind the large reception desk. And Cindy never disappointed them.
But by the time 5:00 rolled around, she was ready to change into old jeans, a sweatshirt andsneakers for her long drive home. She used to wear her high heels all the time around Don but that was before he started yelling and complaining constantly about every little thing she did or didn’t do. Now, Don rarely ever saw her dressed up anymore. When he went to work in the morning, Cindy was still asleep. All he could see were her pumps beside the bed giving faint testimony to what he always missed but all that did was make him even more grouchy and irritable.
Don had a real ‘thing’ about women’s feet but he also had a fantasy that involved being dominated by a beautiful woman’s petite feet. He had been drawn to Cindy because of his strong fetish and, in the beginning, it was a marriage made in heaven. Cindy used to always tease Don with her pretty feet and even walked on him in heels sometimes but she was always very careful to let Don have all the control. Don always said when, what and how much Cindy was supposed to do to him. But one day, unknown to Cindy, Don had angered Cindy’s mom, Suzanne, who promptly kicked him into the hospital - literally. Since that, and one other episode about two weeks later, Don couldn’t get his mind off of Suzanne. He did nothing but complain about Cindy who either did the wrong thing or didn’t do it right, or did it too much, or not enough - it was never right.
"I wish I knew what to do about Don," she said out loud to nobody in particular. She picked up her cell phone and punched in her mother’s code as she once again thought back to the night she had met Don.
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Don had asked Cindy to marry him when he saw her dancing in a very swanky strip club in downtown San Francisco. That had been about a year ago when he was 35 and she had just turned 18. As stated before, Don had a thing about beautiful and petite ladies with beautiful and petite feet. Cindy at 5’2" and a hundred pounds with tiny size five feet filled that bill on all counts. She hadattained those dimensions at age 14 and while she had developed in other areas, her height, relative weight and shoe size had remained the same to this day.
Don had liked to sit next to the runway so he could get close-up views of all the ladies - and whatever else they might have been, they were all very definitely ladies. He was especially interested in their spike heels. After about four drinks he would develop the courage to casually lay his hand on the runway, palm up, hoping that one of the girls might ‘accidentally’ step on it - but no such luck. He even tried putting a five dollar bill in it, then a ten and finally a twenty with no better results - until Cindy started dancing there that is.
Cindy, at the ripe old age of 18, had already had plenty of experience with men who were hopelessly enamored of her sexy feet. Men who craved a lady’s beautiful foot were certainly in the minority but there were still enough around so that she had absolutely no trouble at all spotting one a mile away. Her mother had taught her quite well. She had seen to it that Cindy understood what she was supposed to do when a man wanted to be treated like a rug.
That first night she came out on stage donned in a thousand dollar evening gown with all the sexy trimmings. She was doing a series of slow bumps to a very sensuous and provocative strip number when she saw Don’s hand at the edge of the runway with a twenty dollar bill in it. He wasn’t even looking up to see who this new girl was. He was so infatuated with the tiny pair of feet encased in black silk hose and blood red, 5" spike-heeled, patent leather pumps that he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. She worked her way over to the hand and purposely started dancing all around it, but never on it. Her heels were coming down less than an inch away from his flesh sometimes even landing between his outstretched fingers. Don kept moving his hand trying to anticipate where her heel was going to come down but Cindy acted as though he didn’t exist and continued to just miss the target.
Don was going absolutely crazy with desire, the front of his pants was sopping wet. He looked up to see what this sexy creature looked like. Cindy sensed his gaze and smiled mischievously down at him with her twinkling black eyes. The twenty had been brushed out of his hand and out to the center of the runway by the back of her gown which hung to the floor. Cindy would delight in turning her back on him denying him any sight of her feet until she finally decided to turn and face him again. The front of her blood-red, sequined evening gown was cut up to her knees giving the audience a terrific view of foot, ankle and lower leg. Most of the men in attendance enjoyed the view considerably but, of course, they were waiting patiently to be sent to heaven when the gown came off. Don, however, was seeing all he needed to see. He had already died and gone to heaven.
Cindy finished her strip and started to leave the stage when she suddenly turned and slowly undulated her way back to Don wearing nothing but her heels and a smile. The drummer started a slow and rhythmic beat in time with Cindy’s provocative walk. Don, by now, had removed his hand from the stage feeling that it was not going to be trod upon by the lovely Cindy. When Cindy got to within an arm’s length of Don’s face peering just over the edge of the runway, she turned her back on him, lifted one blood-red, spike heel in the air - then looked down at him over her shoulder with a wicked little gleam in her eye.
"Well!?" she said softly but loud enough for the rest of the audience to hear. "Would you like to put your hand under my heel and experience the thrill of watching it, and then feeling it painfully sink into your tender flesh?" She blew a wisp of hair away as she spoke.
Don’s heart was pounding rapidly. He never dreamed he would ever get his wish and he wasn’t at all sure anymore if he really wanted that wicked spike he was staring at stabbing into the palm of his hand. Don had never had a woman dig her heels into him before. He had, up until now, only engaged in light foot worship with the women in his life - kissing their feet and having them rubbed on various parts of his body but only barefoot or stockinged. Being hurt by women in high heels had only been a fantasy up until now.
'Go ahead! Put your hand down! She won’t hurt you - too much!’ came the laughing male voices from behind.
‘Look at that gorgeous foot! It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting! Go for it!’ a female voice said.
Cindy continued standing there patiently on one foot smiling down into Don’s frantic face. "Well, if you’ve come to your senses, I guess I’ll be going. Last chance!" She laughed as she lowered the toe of her shoe to the floor but still leaving enough room for Don to get his hand under the elevated spikeheel. Don was in a panic - clearly embarrassed and afraid to slide his hand under Cindy’s heel but even more embarrassed not to. He had been coming to this same club every Saturday night for the past three months making a fool of himself in front of the girls and the audience. Most of the men in the audience were regulars who were quite familiar with this weekly ritual of his and now they finally had a chance to see someone take him up on his little fantasy trip.
Don was quite sober now. He swallowed hard and slowly extended his hand, palm up, across the floor toward, and then under, Cindy’s up-raised spike. He looked up at the gorgeous creature towering high above him and said in a faint whisper, "Be gentle, Cindy. My heart is in that hand."
Cindy blew him a little kiss, "Good! I love trampling all over men’s hearts!" And so saying in a sexy, sultry voice, she slowly brought her heel down to rest lightly on Don’s palm. Everyone in the predominately male audience had
clambered out of their seats and rushed forward in an effort to get a better view of the proceedings. Don was leaking all over himself as he gazed at the beautiful red pump posing regally, but lightly, on his hand. It hurt a little bit but not as much as he thought it would. It actually felt quite pleasant and it looked so sexy. He felt as though he were in a trance - a living dream - not real, just a figment of his imagination. He had never had a heel in him before so he had no way of knowing that Cindy hadn’t even begun to apply any real pressure yet.
Then, just as Don began to close his eyes to savor the sensuous feel of Cindy’s spike heel, Cindy suddenly shifted all of her 100 pounds to that same thin heel resting majestically on his palm. Don was immediately brought back to earth in a hurry. He let out a blood curdling scream as the men who had gathered around the stage cheered wildly.
‘All right Cindy! Way to go! Hurt him, Cindy! Twist it around a little! Teach this idiot a lesson he’ll never forget!’
Don was trying desperately to free his hand as he cried pitifully, "Please, Cindy, please! I can’t take it!"
Cindy just smiled and shrugged at the audience as if to say, ‘I’m just doing what he wanted.’ Everyone in the audience continued to cheer even louder. "What do you say, guys? Should I let him have his hand back?"
"No! No! No!" came the hearty cries of both the men and women. "Stomp it! Stomp it! Stomp it!" came the rhythmical cadence from the crowd. "Tell you what, Sweetheart," she said to the wailing Don, "They don’t want me to show you any mercy. They want to see me stomp your hand into mush but if you kiss the toe of my pump, maybe I’ll take my heel out of your hand!"
Don didn’t have to think about it. He didn’t care what anybody would think or how embarrassed he was, he just needed her to remove that painful spike from his palm. He practically crawled up onto the stage to reach her pump with his lips and began to kiss every part of her foot and shoe - over and over.
Cindy laughed out loud, "Down boy, down! Just the toe! I didn’t allow you to kiss my foot and I don’t want you slobbering all over my new shoe either. You should be punished!" She didn’t immediately remove the spike but instead twisted it quite savagely into his hand in a very slow and exaggerated way for the full benefit of the audience before walking away to disappear behind the stage curtains where all the other girls had gathered to watch and cheer her on.
Don’s heart-wrenching screams could still be heard above the thunderous applause and cheers that followed her back to her dressing room. The pain in Don’s hand was excruciating but the damage was minimal compared to the real damage done to his pride and his heart. Surprisingly, he didn’t slink out as might have been expected under the circumstances but instead, stayed to watch the rest of the show. His mind stayed on Cindy and in spite of the men’s laughter and ladies giggling, he felt a stronger need to stay and try to see her after the show - an act that impressed Cindy greatly.
He was quite surprised that not one of the girls bothered to pick up his ‘twenty’ but he simply didn’t understand that this club and its girls were strictly first class. Any one of them could, and in many cases did, make twenty times that much for one hour of extra curricular activities.
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"Hello, Sweetheart. How’s my favorite daughter?" It was Suzanne’s voice on the phone interrupting her thoughts.
"Mom! I’m your ONLY daughter! How did you know it was me?" Cindy asked puzzled.
"But if I HAD another daughter, you’d still be my favorite. Who else calls me at 5:30 on Friday evening because they’re stuck on the Bay Bridge and can’t get home? Don’s still giving you fits isn’t he?" Suzanne knew her daughter very well.
"You’re amazing, Mom! Right on every count! So what should I do?" Cindy had been asking her mom this same question for the last six months.
"You know I’ve been telling you the same thing since you married that prick but you always ignore me, besides, you know a lot better than I do what you should do," her mother answered with exasperation.
Suzanne, at 36 was a gorgeous woman in her own right. In fact, it would have been very difficult to say who was the more beautiful of the two when you saw them side by side. It was obvious to the casual observer that they were related but you would have sworn they were sisters rather than mother and daughter. Suzanne was maybe a half an inch taller than Cindy with the same midnight black hair and eyes - the same rich, full hair being a little shorter falling to just below her shoulder blades. She was slightly heavier at 108 pounds but their feet, their luscious, beautiful, cruel and deadly feet were virtually identical.
"You know, Honey, you really amaze me. For a girl who’s really a lot more sadistic than I ever dreamed of being, you just let that asshole treat you like a kitchen maid. It really saddens me," Suzanne lamented.
"Oh, Mom! That’s all behind me. You know I was only mean to the people and things I didn’t like - besides, I was very young. When Don married me, I was really in love with him. It wasn’t the same kind of thing when I hurt him. I only did it because he wanted me to," Cindy replied.
"Yes, I know. You do everything he wants you to do but he just gets worse doesn’t he? If you could just see past those rose colored glasses of yours, you would see that he’s just dirt the same as Johnny is - the same as all those others you ruined with your feet just for your own amusement. What did Johnny do after you hospitalized him for ten days? He came crawling back to you and begged you to hurt him some more didn’t he - which, as I recall, you did without any hesitation," Suzanne said with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Sure, but they were fools! They’re still fools! I didn’t have a real sense of what I was doing. I figured, ‘Why shouldn’t I rip them up? They’re too stupid to stop me!’ and I was too power hungry to stop myself! I was just a spoiled little teenager, barely ninety pounds - not exactly hard for a macho male to overpower if they had wanted to. When I stamped my little foot, the boys would fight among themselves to see who could be the first to die under my feet. Besides, I didn’t like them! I always stomp and crush things I don’t like - I learned that from you, Mom," Cindy answered defensively.
"That’s my point! They didn’t stop you because they couldn’t! They worshipped you, Cindy! Don wants to worship you too but you won’t let him. He treats you bad because he’s frustrated with you for treating him so nice. He keeps hoping that you’ll put him straight. The others were dirt and so is he! You can only treat dirt one way - you have to trample it and grind it under your feet! You were such a deliciously wicked little girl. How did you become so soft?" her mother said sadly. It bothered her very much to see her little girl unhappy and not in her rightful place - standing next to her, side by side, on the faces and balls of every man in the world in their highest, sharpest and deadliest spike heels!
"Mother, you talk about me like I’m some sort of monster or something. You made it pretty obvious that you wanted me to treat men the same way you did. As early as I can remember, you were always walking on some slob in front of me. I remember watching you from the big chair, clapping my little hands every time you made one cry out in pain. ‘That’s how we like to do it, Cindy!’ you would say. Then when Jack and his little moron, Johnny moved in, you made a special effort to treat them both as slaves while I watched. So, maybe you got your wish and I’m a little mean where most men are concerned but I’ve still got a heart. I cry at sad movies. I take in stray kittens and I love little children - even male children. I may have come close on occasion but at least I never snuffed a man under my high heels like some people I could name," Cindy answered cruelly.
"Oh, Baby, I never meant for you to become cruel and sadistic, I just wanted you to understand a woman’s place in this world. As far as men are concerned, we are untouchable, porcelain goddesses. They must obey our every command without hesitation. A man must service our every desire and receive nothing but pain in return. He must be willing to risk his life just for the privilege of licking the filth off the bottoms of our shoes. The only favors a man gets are the ones we choose to give them. I truly believe that and I’ve spent my life proving it to be true over and over. You used to believe it too until that idiot, Don came along. You didn’t learn to be sadistic from me, you were born with it. And why can’t you let me forget about that unfortunate incident with Jack? You were at the trial. You know and I know it was an accident! The jury called it manslaughter! I never served a minute of time - nor should I have! A year of therapy starting next week was my sentence and that’s it!" Suzanne felt wounded by her daughter’s barb.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have thrown it in your face like that," Cindy said apologetically, "I never blamed you for doing it, in fact, I was proud of you. I don’t think that having 10 men on the jury hurt you any either. So, how come you never told me about it? All I know is what I learned at the trial - that you choked him to death under your heel but you never told me why you really did it. Not that I care! I never liked that S.O.B. anyway! I would have really enjoyed doing him in myself and probably would have if I had stayed around long enough."
"That’s for sure!" Suzanne said perking up. "As it was, you probably did a lot more damage to Jack during that last year you were here than I did over the whole five years combined. You definitely kicked out more of his teeth than I did. Anyway, there was never any reason not to tell you what happened but you weren’t around at the time and besides, you never asked."
"So, why did you finish him?" Cindy asked excitedly.
"I hate to disappoint you but it really was an accident. You should know just how frail anddefenseless a man can be under a woman in spikes, you’ve come very close to dispatching a few yourself. Everything I testified to at the trial was true. When you stand on someone every morning, noon and night for five years, it’s pretty easy to forget that they’re down there under your feet. You talk about stupid! Jack worshipped me so much that he never so much as lifted a finger to let me know he couldn’t breathe. At least he died quietly with a peaceful smile on his face. I remember I had been standing on his pecker with one of my high heels while I had the other one on his chest. I didn’t go into detail at the trial for obvious reasons. I was using my gold, strappy sandals with the stiletto thin, 5" metal heels. You should remember them - those slender metal heels are about as thin as ice picks - you put Johnny in the hospital with them the first time that you wore them. You crushed one of his balls under the heel. Do you remember? What were you - thirteen - maybe fourteen at the time?"
"I remember," Cindy answered dreamily, "It was my 13th birthday and it was the first time I had ever worn a pair of 5" heels."
"I remember watching you that day," her mother continued, "I had let you have a couple of glasses of wine because it was your birthday and you were feeling pretty giddy. You climbed up onto that low coffee table and made Johnny kneel down and put his balls in front of your feet. Then you turned around and started trying to pin one of them under the pointed tip of that metal heel. ‘Pin the spike on the donkey’s balls’, you kept saying over and over a little slurred as I recall. Tears were rolling down my face from laughing so hard because it kept slipping out from under your heel every time you tried to step down on it. Johnny screamed to high heaven every time his ball squirted out from under your heel and you ended up pinning his sac to the table instead. At first you cussed like a sailor every time you missed and you almost decided to grind them under the soles of your shoes in frustration but then you started laughing too. You were so wobbly on those heels. I don’t know if it was the wine, or because you weren’t used to skinny 5" spikes, or just because you were laughing so hard but you almost fell off the coffee table a number of times," Suzanne was laughing joyfully as she recalled the incident.
Cindy started giggling too as her mind drifted back to that pleasurable afternoon. "Yea, I was pretty zonked. That wine really brings out the sadist in me but I didn’t ‘make’ Johnny, or anybody else, ever do anything - I just showed them my sexy feet and told them what I wanted and they did it - just like lambs to the slaughter! I remember trying to stab his ball and keep my balance at the same time but it was practically impossible. Remember when I slipped and accidentally stepped sideways onto the back of his hand snapping two bones in the process? He sure made noise over that one. My spike got stuck in his hand and I had to step on his wrist with my other foot in order to pull it free. He was bathing my feet with his tears. I can still hear him crying, ‘Please, Cindy! Please, please, Cindy! Don’t do this to me! For God’s sake, Cindy, have a little mercy! I’ll never be able to have kids! Boo hoo hoo!’ or words to that effect. What a fool he was! And still is!"
"Cindy! You were so cold in those days! Didn’t you feel even a little bit sorry for him?" she asked with a mixture of delight and incredulity.
"Why should I?!" Cindy laughed, "I’d had my birthday wine and was feeling no pain. He wasn’t tied to that table - Johnny could’ve left with only a mangled hand but he chose to stay of his own free will. He got what he deserved!" Cindy said with finality. "Even now, alcohol always puts me in a ball crushing mood. That’s why I don’t drink around Don."
"Yes, and you did give him a chance to come away a whole man, remember? The first time your heel slipped off of his ball and pinned his sac to the table, you told him that if he could lick the arch of your foot without pulling his sac out from under your heel, you would spare him. I never saw anybody bend in so many places at one time before," Suzanne was laughing so hard she could barely speak, "Obviously, he never made it but he sure dislocated a few things trying. I remember that you made it possible for him to reach your other foot with his mouth and he almost devoured it with his tongue. You were so cruel, Cindy, moaning and carrying on like he was really pleasuring you and you were going to let him off the hook. Then you dropped the bad news on him. ‘Sorry,’ you said, ‘you’re worshipping the wrong foot,’ and you proceeded to finish smashing his ball. As I recall, it took you nearly a half hour to finally trap that elusive left egg of his - or was it his right? - under your heel and squash it. To this day I’ve never heard such a horrible, agonizing scream as the one that seemed to come out of Johnny’s soul that afternoon even though it was only for a split second before he passed out on the floor. After all that shrieking, the silence was deafening!"
"Yes, it really was terrific! Wonderfully glorious!" Cindy gushed, "I had to trap it against the wall of his sac with one heel and then squish it with the other one. He fell to the floor like a sack of cement when I finally popped that slippery little sucker. I never felt so powerful and invincible. I was Super Girl and Wonder Woman rolled into one. I was so overwhelmed with my superiority that I jumped down from the coffee table onto his prick with both heels and then trampled it under those metal heels while I sang ‘We are the champions’, too bad he wasn’t awake to feel my heels making mush out of his ruined prick. He’d have just passed out again anyway. I had really intended to finish that ugly thing off but he got lucky - that time! I never heard of anyone getting stitches in his prick before, let alone close to a hundred of them. I never told you this, but my panties were sopping wet that day, I really thought I was going to have my first ever orgasm.
"Now that I think about it, it was his right one that I crushed that day because I remember distinctly mashing his left one under my bare feet two years later while I was masturbating. I kept teasing him by rolling it around between the table and the heel of my foot, over and over, almost crushing it but always letting up at the last possible second. Every time he screamed, I’d get a little closer to orgasm until finally - just before I was ready to climax - I stepped down on it with all my weight! I timed it perfectly. He let out the most blood curdling scream you ever heard, even louder than the time I ruined the other one under my spike. My ears were still ringing two hours after I finished with him. I climaxed at the exact same second just before he passed out. God! What a rush that was! It sure is a lot easier to crush balls under a bare heel than it is with a spike heel and it’s so much more thorough. It’s so much more sensuous too, to feel it splattering under your bare skin! Too bad you missed that one! It was truly wonderful!" Cindy was beginning to breathe hard as she recalled how exhilarating it felt when she finally exploded his testicles under her sexy feet on those two separate occasions.
"Yes, I’m getting a warm glow just listening to you recall it. I would have enjoyed seeing your face as you crushed it but you could have at least called ‘911’ instead of letting him lie there unconscious until I got home to do it. You know," Suzanne said with reluctant respect, "When you think about it - at 15 and a half, which is how old he was the first time you eliminated one of his testicles, it took a lot of guts for him to leave them out there fully exposed for a half hour waiting for you to finally crush one or both of them under those wicked spikes."
"You may call it guts - I call it stupidity in the highest form!" Cindy said with a sneer. "Especially the second time when he sacrificed his last chance at fatherhood just so his spoiled little fifteen year old stepsister could have an enjoyable orgasm. I even told him beforehand exactly what I was going to do to him in gory detail so he could leave if he wanted to," Cindy continued.
"He had come home from basketball practice. I was sitting on the couch drinking my second beer - starting to feel a little horny. The only thing I had on was my red bikini. I held up my dirty foot and he rushed over, knelt down and started kissing and licking it. I waited until I could see the wet spot forming on the front of his pants and then I told him, ‘Johnny, I’m really hot! I need to masturbate but I need your help. You’ve still got one ball left. If I could crush it under my sexy, little bare foot while I play with myself, it would make me so very happy.’ You should have seen his face! He looked like I had already stomped it!"
"‘Please, Cindy,’ he pleaded. ‘Please don’t do that to me, I beg you.’"
"‘I have to!’ I told him. ‘It’s what I want to do! You can leave if you want to but if you do, I’ll never let you lick the dirt off my filthy feet ever again.’ Unfortunately for you, you won’t be a man anymore when I get through with you!’ I started giggling uncontrollably at my little joke while Johnny’s face got as white as a sheet but he never stopped licking the bottom of my soiled foot. He started to get up and leave two or three times but it was as though some invisible force was holding his face against my foot. He just couldn’t pull himself away because he knew he might never get near them again. ‘Okay, then! Let’s get to it!’ I told him. ‘Take down your pants and sacrifice your last remaining testicle to your little baby sister’s foot - your goddess’ immaculate foot. Put it on the table and offer it up to me - to be squashed by the little bare foot that you’re now kissing and cleaning with your tongue! You’ve done it before - you know the routine! OBEY ME!!’ I tried to sound stern but the beer had given me the giggles and I just couldn’t stop laughing. He looked like a man - I mean boy - going to the electric chair. He was sweating and crying uncontrollably but the idiot actually did it in spite of everything. I know I was pretty young and pretty drunk but I remember I was really awed by his sacrifice and obvious dying devotion to me but it didn’t matter - I finished him off anyway. I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him. Before crushing his egg, I slipped my sandals on and stomped him in the face five or six times so hard that he fell unconscious and split the back of his head open when it slammed into the edge of the coffee table on his way to the floor. I had to wait until he woke up to do my thing but when he did, the rest - as they say - was ancient history! Just like Johnny’s balls!"
"Oh, Cindy!" Suzanne said proudly. "You were oh, so mean! But you really should cut him a little slack. He only let you finish castrating him because he worshipped you so much and wanted you to be happy! He still does! He never stops talking about how beautiful you were as you were masturbating above him that day."
"I know, I know, Mother. Finish your story about Jack’s unfortunate demise," Cindy said impatiently changing the subject.
"Okay. Where was I? Oh, yeah. I remember I had an early appointment and was leaning forward toward the mirror putting on my makeup. I had all my weight on the heel imbedded in his prick and was trying to ignore his ear-shattering screams. Normally, I would have enjoyed hearing Jack scream. Seeing his penis impaled under the tip of my stiletto heel while its head stood at a right angle was always a big turn-on. That particular morning, however, I was running late and his blood curdling screams were beginning to irritate me. He was squirming around so much in pain that I couldn’t get my lipstick on. I moved the heel that was on his chest up to his face and stood on it temporarily while I unstuck my other heel from his pecker and moved it up to his chest. I guess everything’s relative where pain is concerned. I know Jack was still in a lot of pain from the heel on his face and the other one buried deep in his nipple yet he quieted down considerably. I guess when you have a metal spike heel stuck in your penis, it makes everything else seem tame by comparison. Well, I’m starting to ramble again. To make a long story short, when he finally settled down to quiet moans and whimpers, I went back to applying my lipstick and completely forgot all about him and inadvertently moved the heel from his nipple onto his throat which I was always fond of doing. I used to enjoy watching his eyes bug out and hearing the tiny little squeaks coming out of his mouth while he tried desperately to get just a little taste of precious air. But like I said, I wasn’t watching him that morning and I was completely unaware that I had moved my heel onto the center of his throat and was slowly choking him to death. Originally, I had most of my weight on his face because it hurt him more and I liked seeing my deep, tiny, little heel prints on his face for days and days afterward - but I guess I must have inadvertently shifted my weight to the heel on his throat when I leaned to my left for whatever reason. That was all she wrote - he died very quietly under my heel. I don’t know how long I stood on him after he stopped breathing. I’m sorry I did it but I can’t bring him back so no use crying over spilt milk. As a little side note to this story, I do remember that my foot slipped on the tile when I stepped down off of his face from all the slobbering he had done on the bottom of my shoe. At least, unknown to me at the time, he had contented himself by kissing and licking my shoe during his last few moments on earth. I’m sure he died happy."
"Too bad!" Cindy said, "He didn’t deserve to die happy! He sure wouldn’t have if I’d been around! I would have made him suffer for a long time before finishing him!"


Part 2


When Cindy pulled into the garage, her panties were soaking wet. She had stopped off at a sporting goods store and bought a mouthpiece like her mother had suggested and now she could hardly wait to start her ‘new’ life, to try out her ‘new’ power. A power that wasn’t so new. She had always had it but never knew how to use it.
"Hello!" she called out, "Anybody home?"
Don was sitting there in the front room but he didn’t say anything. He was busy watching her take off her stockings and sneakers and put on her little white flats that she hardly ever wore around the house. He felt a slight twinge in his groin as he thought of the many times he had lovingly placed themover his nose and smelled them when Cindy wasn’t around. He didn’t know why she was wearingthem but he was very glad she was - especially since she had been wearing her Reeboks and hadn’t washed her feet yet. Cindy walked over in front of him and put her foot up on the arm of the couch.
"My poor little foot issore from all the standing I did today. Can you kiss it and make it better?" she smiled. Don had been staring at her pretty foot and getting hard. Now he looked up into her smiling face a little happily and a little fearfully. He was very pleased with Cindy’s new ‘happy’ approach but was alittle confused about why she was doing it - probably she was just horny he concluded. He leanedforward, noticing the pungent aroma of her sweaty foot mixed with the smell of her shoe and gettingturned on even more. He lingered a second or two inhaling deeply, then kissed the top of her footsoftly and reverently.
"Why are you wearing these shoes?" he asked hesitantly.
"Oh that feels much better," she said as she put her foot down and brought the other one up. "Nowthis one!" she said softly even though Don could tell it was a command.Don leaned over and repeated the process with love as his lips brushed the soft white skin of herperfect foot. "Why are you wearing these shoes?" Don asked again a little louder thinking she hadn’t heard him the first time.
"You’ll find out," Cindy said with a big smile on her face and a merry twinkle in her eye. "But I’ll give you a hint," Cindy leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Look at this heel and imagine what it mightfeel like slamming into something very soft - like a mouth!" She kept smiling, showing him the bottom of her flat, then walked into the kitchen making sure he could hear how hard her heels were as they click-clacked on the floor.
He had watched her walk into the kitchen, imagining himself being kicked in the mouth by those hard heels. He never dreamed that his wish was going to painfully come true. Don was absolutely achingwith desire.He had never seen Cindy act like this before and he was loving it. But then he didn’t know exactly what to expect. Why was she acting so mean and so sexy? He figured to be hurt later but he didn’t think it would be any different than all the times before. He still didn’t believe that she was reallygoing to kick him in the face.
Cindy did a couple of things in the kitchen to get dinner started and then came back and lay down with her head at the opposite end of the couch. She brought the backs of her shoes down on Don’s penis with a lot of force.
"Rub my feet!" Cindy commanded sternly but nicely, after all, massaging her tired feet was something any loving husband should do for his beautiful wife’s tired feet. Don let out a painful groan but wasted no time reaching for her feet and lifting one gently. He slipped the shoe off and began slowly and sensuously massaging her gorgeous foot.
"Mmmm! that feels good," she said as she wiggled around on the couch. "Look at me!" As Don turned his head to look at her smiling face, she drew back the bare foot that he had been rubbing and kicked him in the face with it. Not too hard but not too soft either. Hard enough to hurt him a little and get his attention. "Kiss it!" she said in a sensuous whisper.
Don eagerly grabbed her ankle with both hands and feverishly began licking and kissing the bottomof her dirty and sweaty foot inhaling deeply its pleasant odor as he kissed it. He had hardly begun when Cindy pulled it away and slammed it down heavily, heel first onto his penis causing Don to groan again softly with pain as he began rubbing her sexy foot again without being told to.
The rest of the evening went by rather normally except that every now and then, she would sit up and nuzzle his ear with her soft, sensuous lips and whisper about how she was going to stomp on his facewith the heels of her shoes later that evening sending shivers down Don’s back. He doubted that she would do it but just hearing her say it was an incredible turn-on. Don spent most of the eveninggazing at her sexy feet. Cindy didn’t want to overdo it just yet until after she’d gotten him really hot and then turned him into her slave, a pleasant task that was going to commence a little later that evening. She went upstairs a little after eight to brush her teeth and do all the other little things she always did before getting ready for bed. Before leaving, she had told Don to go into their bedroomand set up the camcorder and then just wait for her.
Don had set up the camcorder and was lying on the bed, filled with eager anticipation but also a lot of apprehension, when she came in at about eight thirty. She was wearing a pair of white panties tomatch her shoes and that was all. She had put her hair in a ponytail and had adorned it with a large white ribbon giving her an incredibly innocent, but sexy look that drove Don even wilder with desire. He swallowed heavily as he stared at her from her pretty, sexy feet up to her petite little ponytail. She looked terrific from top to bottom, especially her beautiful bare breasts.
"First, let’s get this set up," said Cindy smiling, noticing Don’s reaction. "Put the air mattress against that wall over there!" she said indicating the wall behind the door. Don looked puzzled but did as he was told without saying anything. "Now! Aim the camcorder inthat direction and get the white chair from the guest room and set it down in front of it!" Again, Don did as he was told.
"Now! You’ll find a mouthpiece in the top drawer. Go get it and bring a towel back with you! Don’tget any ideas about the towel - it’s to wipe the blood off your face and that’s all. You won’t be getting satisfied around me tonight or ever for that matter! Oh, and bring me my hairbrush and take two Tylenol while you’re in there, you’re going to need them!" Cindy thought it would be a nice touch if she were casually brushing her hair while Don suffered at her feet. It would show her complete unconcern for his pain while she battered his face with her little white flats.
Don was really in a panic now hearing her mention blood and telling him he couldn’t satisfy himselfever again - at least not in her presence. Never before had she ever, ever done anything like this nor had she smiled so much. She had even bought him a mouthpiece! In spite of the uneasy, fearful emotion he was beginning to experience, he was also extremely turned on with anticipation. Hefigured that even if Cindy did her worst, it wouldn’t compare to the brutal beatings he had already received from Suzanne.
He slowly walked over to the dresser and retrieved the mouthpiece then
proceeded to get a towel wondering if she were really going to spill his blood like her mother had.Finally he took the two Tylenol, praying she was just exaggerating a little and he wouldn’t really need them. Cindy laughed out loud as she saw the look of pure terror on Don’s face.She was sitting demurely on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other as Don came back holding the hairbrush, mouthpiece and towel.
"You can put them on the bed for a few moments until I’m ready to begin. Right now I want you to remove my shoes and begin kissing and licking my feet until I tell you to stop. You need to get real hot and horny to be properly anesthetized for what I’m going to do to your face and you’ll need a little time for the Tylenol to take affect. As yo kiss andlick my beautiful, soft feet, think about what they’re capable of doing to your face. From now on, these same beautiful feet that I’m allowing you to kiss, are going to be as mean and cuel to you as they are soft and sensuous. I want you to get so hot you’ll be leaking through your pants. When Ithink you’re ready, you’ll put in your outhpiece and sit down against the mattress. And justremember while you’re kissing my feet that I may revoke that privilege someday. It’s entirelyconceivable that this may be the last time you ever get to touch them." She smiled cruelly when she saw the look of shock and panic on her husband’s face.
She put her legs up and held her shoes in front of Don’s face so he could see the hard, unyieldingheels and soles of her innocent looking white flats. "I will then stomp your face with THESE while I laugh at you! I’ll slam them into every part of your face as hard and as fast as I can - over and over and over, again and again - until you drop unconscious to the floor and when you do, I’ll stand on your face and wait patiently for you to regain consciousness and when you do, I’ll stomp it again andthen I’ll dance all over it just to show you how truly mean I can really be. Baby, you’ve never seen the real Cindy before but you’re going to see her tonight," she continued casually. An evil smilespread across Cindy’s lips as she saw new fear and respect come into Don’s eyes. "I’m not going to put you in the hospital like Mom did - at least, not tonight - but you’re going to wish you had a doctor before I get through with you!"
"Up until now, I’ve always treated you pretty good. I’ve never hurt you very bad and I’ve alwaysstopped when you wanted me to. You’ve always had the honor of worshipping my feet any way youwanted to and I’ve always let you get satisfied any time you wanted to. Then you just pushed meaway, turning back into the same old asshole you’ve always been. You treated me like a housekeeper instead of your wife. Well guess what, Baby! Tonight your whole world is going downthe tubes. You’re going to spend the rest of your life suffering under my feet where you belong -serving my wants and desires right to the very end. I’m going to make it a point to hurt you badly at least once every day and a whole lot more whenever no one’s around, so say your prayers, Slave!"
Don was really starting to tremble now. Was she really going to kick his face with these hard shoesto the extent that she had just described so calmly? Would he really not be able to touch her or getsatisfied? He wanted to say something but wasn’t quite sure what to say so he just gently removed
her pretty little white shoes - cringing as he ran his fingers over the hard heels - and laid them softly and delicately on the bed as though not to offend them. Cindy grinned wickedly as she observed Don’s reverent manner and rolled slowly over onto her stomach to expose the soft and white, but filthy and smelly, bottoms of her delicious feet to Don. She had purposely not washed them yet. Don was already leaking all over his pants. The way Cindy looked and the way she so ‘matter-of-factly’ told him what she was going to do to him had excited him to a fever pitch.
He buried his face in thebottoms of her unwashed feet, rubbing it all over her soft flesh, feeling her heels, her toes, the finelysculptured arches and the satiny soft balls of her feet against his mouth, cheeks and eyes. He startedlicking them feverishly as he inhaled the exquisite aroma of her dirty feet as though it would be his last time.
"Mmmm! Yea, that feels pretty good. Clean them good, Slave! They’re pretty dirty and smelly aren’tthey? Lay the fat part of your tongue on my sweaty toes and slowly slurp it up the bottom of my footuntil it gets to my dirty heel. Pretend you’re licking an ice cream cone. Then put your tongue back inyour mouth and get it nice and moist again and do the same to my other foot. Keep going like thatover and over and over until I tell you to stop. You’re going to swallow a lot of filth and sweat,Slave! I sure hope you enjoy it. Later tonight, you’re going to satisfy me with that tongue of yoursafter I get through kicking you. I know you’re going to be in very bad shape but I’m only interestedin your tongue. No matter how beat up you are, you’re going to satisfy me - and you’re going to do avery good job - OR ELSE!!" Cindy laughed sending more chills down Don’s spine.
Don started to lick Cindy’s lovely feet the way she had told him to with even more fervor hoping hecould get her excited enough to want to get satisfied right away and forget about kicking him. Thegritty grime and sweat from her feet was overpowering and his mouth was getting very dry. Hewanted to gag but he kept going in spite of everything knowing he was much better off now than hewas going to be later.After a few minutes, Cindy’s feet were spotlessly clean and she realized it was time to get started.She was getting tired and she was getting horny from Don’s tongue on her feet. She was definitelygoing to get satisfied tonight OR ELSE!
"Enough!" she said, rolling over and sitting up. She checked the bottoms of her feet then rubbed themon his face and in his hair to dry them, "Nice job, Slave! Now put my flats back on my dainty littlefeet, take off all your clothes except your shorts, get your mouthpiece in, start the camcorder and get down on the floor with your back to the mattress! Pronto! I’m hot, I’m horny and I’m feeling prettymean! It’s time to ruin your face, Honey! If you feel like begging me to go easy on you, now is thetime to try. I want to hear you beg me, you little worm!"
With a silent groan, Don did as he was told continuing to kiss her ankles as he slipped the sexy shoes on her pretty feet. He wanted to beg her. Just the thought of having to beg and plead with his very sexy wife not to kick him in the face would have been a tremendous turn-on for him but he wasn’t sure just how serious she was. He needed to know if she were really going to ruin his face like she claimed, or just kick him lightly a few times and then quit like she’d always done before. She had always been careful with him, fearing she might hurt him. Tonight would probably be no different. He dutifully put the mouthpiece in his mouth, removed his clothes, started the camcorder and took his position on the floor waiting there obediently to be kicked. He couldn’t possibly know that in the weeks to follow he would be crying real tears and begging her pathetically like a dog not to kick him - maybe even later this very night. But for now, he simply didn’t realize the extent to which Cindy was going to go to turn him into a piece of dirt under her feet. But he would soon find out!
Cindy was more than a little annoyed that Don hadn’t begged her. As she took her seat in front ofhim placing the sole of one of her little flats on his face, she turned to smile for the camera then she looked down into his worried face peeking up at her with one eye from beneath the little bow that adorned the toe of her sexy white shoe. She removed the ribbon from her hair, took it down and began brushing it slowly as she observed her sensuous foot resting on his face enjoying the sight of it and what it signified. She pushed his head back against the mattress and twisted the dirty sole slowly into his eye as though crushing one of the many cockroaches that had had the misfortune to cross her path - many of them with these very same white flats.
"You didn’t beg me so you must not be taking me very seriously. You should be worried, Slave,because tonight, you and I are going to start a new life together. Soon you will be worshipping me 24 hours a day." Don just stared into her eyes as he watched her brush her beautiful, long, black hair, already beginning to feel worshipful as he felt the rough, filthy surface of her sole grinding into his eye painfully causing it to water and ache significantly.
"One more thing. If for some reason there is an emergency and you need me to stop, take themouthpiece out and yell ‘Mercy’ and maybe I will stop. That will always be the one and only wordyou can ever use if you have even the faintest hope of making me quit. Use it only if there is realdanger to you such as when I’m standing on your throat and you absolutely cannot get any air. Neversay ‘Mercy’ just because you think you can’t stand the pain. You can, and will, always stand the paineven though it’s going to be greater than anything you’ve ever experienced before in the coming months. You think Mom was mean!? HA! She’s a choir girl compared to me! You don’t know whatmean is, Baby! You don’t have a clue what I can be like with a pissant male like you under my foot!You may get off lightly tonight but you’re going to find out soon enough! You had better not ever say‘Mercy’ unless you absolutely have to! Is that clear?"
Don slowly nodded his head grateful that she had considered leaving him a possible ‘out’ but fearfulthat she thought he might need one. "And just so we understand each other," she continued, "I’m notgoing to stop hurting you because I care about you - far from it! I used to care for you but now I don’t give a damn about you or your pathetic body. It’s mine to do with as I please anyway. No, I’ll only stop so that you can continue to go to work and give me all the money you make. From now on, I’ll be the one to spend it or tell you what to spend it for - not you. You’re never going to miss a single minute of work from now on! OR ELSE!!" She twisted her foot harder into his eye for emphasis. "And remember, it’s just the word ‘Mercy’ - not a sentence like ‘Oh please have mercy on me’. If you think I’ll stop when I hear that, you’ll be very painfully wrong."
Cindy looked thoughtfully into Don’s right eye while absent-mindedly grinding the left one under the sole of her shoe. She was ready to start stomping her heels into his face now but she was beginning to have second thoughts about it. It was one thing to kick the shit out of those weak, stupid slobs from her past that she completely despised and felt only contempt for but Cindy still had just a hint of feeling left for Don even though it seemed to be disappearing rather rapidly. She absolutely must stop worrying about him, he was tough and he would somehow survive. She remembered what her mom had said about being too soft but she needed something to get her started. It wasn’t easy to just start, cold-bloodedly, kicking the face of someone she used to love - to shreds.
‘How should I begin?’ she thought to herself. She would have been surprised had she known just how easy it was going to become in the coming weeks. She stared at the shoe on Don’s face and noticed a faint stirring between her legs. The old feelings from her past had begun to invade her being.Cindy closed her eyes for a moment and began to vividly recall the many times Don had yelled at herand called her all those horrible names. She didn’t have to think about it very long. She put down thehairbrush temporarily as a raging look of anger came briefly into her beautiful, dark eyes as sherecalled the shoddy way he had treated her these last few months.
A quick intake of breath came from the cringing man beneath Cindy’s foot when the change on her exotic face became obvious. Terrified but fascinated, he watched her mouth form into an evil grin as she drew her foot back very slowly from his face. She stopped and held it there like a cocked rifle, only a few inches away from her own lovely face as though aiming it. She observed with delight the look of sheer terror in her husband’s eyes.
Don had taken his eyes off hers for a second to focus on the dirty sole of Cindy’sright shoe poised delicately before his defenseless face. Then, with a morbid groan that seemed tocome from somewhere in the basement, he watched in horror as she drove it - heel first - flush intohis mouth with all the power she had in her strong, but dainty leg. Don’s head snapped back
suddenly as it was driven harshly back into the mattress like a rifle shot. Blood began to spurt freely from both his nose and lips. It felt as though he had run full speed, face first, into the side of a brick building.
"Gaaahhhh!" came Don’s muffled cry through the mouthpiece and into Cindy’s hard heel that wasstill imbedded on his mouth. He could taste the blood inside his mouth as Cindy was now grinding herheel ruthlessly into his lips rubbing them back against his mouthpiece, cutting them up unmercifully.
She was still very angry but she remembered what her mom had said about hurting him with a smileinstead of with anger. She started laughing at him now, really getting into it. She drew back her sexy, little foot and waited patiently for Don to focus on it again with that same pathetic, terrified look - and when he did, she proceeded to drive it into his face again full force - stomping him again in the same place every bit as hard as before. Her hard heels slamming against his soft, yielding lips sounded like a heavyweight boxer working out on the body bag. She laughed at the bloody sight of him enjoying his suffering immensely. She felt nothing but contempt for him as she ground her little heel angrily and contemptuously into his smashed lips. The ‘old’ Cindy was returning. She was surprised at just how much she had missed her.
"You piece of garbage!" she laughed sadistically as she stomped down on him again with the heel of her other shoe with everything she had. She wasn’t waiting for Don’s eyes to focus on her shoes anymore. They were becoming glazed and half closed and she really doubted that he could focus on anything anymore.
"You’re not good enough to lick your blood off my shoes are you, you slimy pieceof filth?" She enjoyed demeaning him knowing he was gutless and absolutely powerless to stop her.
‘He’s as stupid as Johnny was!’ she thought to herself as she recalled the pleasant days and nightsshe had spent destroying her older stepbrother with her little feet. It was becoming quite evident tothis breathtakingly, gorgeous woman that he was just going to sit there obediently like an idiot and lether turn his face into a bloody battlefield just like Johnny had.
‘Wonderful!’ thought Cindy, ‘because that is exactly what I intend to do to it.’
"Get ready, Baby! Here’s what I’m going to do for starters! I’m going to kick your face! Stomp onit! March on it! In other words, these sexy little white flats are going to trample your face into thecarpet until there’s nothing left of it but raw flesh! I think I’ll give you my impression of a flamencodancer. Can you guess what I’m going to use as my dance floor?" Cindy laughed looking at thedazed and reeling man at her feet.
Cindy started to hum the ‘strip’ number she had danced to that first night he had seen her at the club. She began to slowly and rhythmically slam both of her heels, first one and then the other, back and forth, over and over into her victim’s battered and bleeding face as her feet cruelly kept time to the ‘bumps and grinds’ of the music she was humming. She tried kicking him mostly in the mouth but she also managed to kick his jaw, his cheeks, his eyes, the side of his head, his forehead, his neck and anything else that he happened to put in front of her sexy feet. Don’s face began to take on a bluish purple hue beneath the blood and other abrasions. He kept groaning and moving his head slowly from side to side in a seemingly futile effort to avoid the painful onslaught of Cindy’s powerful kicks. Yet it was a very inept and pitiful effort on Don’s part. Something in his pounded brain kept telling him to keep his face in the path of Cindy’s feet - he felt he deserved what he was getting and he waspowerless to do anything to take himself out of harm’s way.
Cindy, meanwhile, was exerting as much force as she could muster behind those well-conditionedand shapely dancer’s legs of hers. No matter what part of Don’s face ended up in front of her flyingfeet, Cindy happily stomped it, crushed it and ground it under the hard heels of her shoes without a second thought as to the horrible damage she was doing to it. In fact, she was kicking him so hard, the front legs of her chair were lifting off the rug with each kick. The heels and soles of her shoes - now drenched with Don’s blood - were quite often landing on his eyes, not as yet causing any real, lasting damage but causing a lot of pain and swelling, blackening them and making them water profusely especially the one she had ground under her sole earlier. She could have sworn she heard a muffled cracking sound as one of her heels connected half on the eye socket and half on the side of his nose. She had forgotten all about stomping just his mouth. He was moving around so much, it would have been impossible to aim her kicks even if she had wanted to.
‘What the Hell! If I breaksomething - I break it! I don’t give a damn! Hell! I might even decide to squash his balls under my shoes like I did to Johnny’s,’ she thought to herself.
"I said, you’re not good enough for me to stomp are you, you slimy, little cockroach?" she repeated.
"You’d better answer me if you want any part of your face left in tact." She slammed her delicate and pristine little foot into his mouth and twisted it back and forth to emphasize her words. "I wish I had the power to shrink you down to the size of a real cockroach because I’d sure do it in a heartbeat - and then I’d very slowly crush you to death under the sole of my shoe just like you’ve seen me do so many times before with these very shoes!" Cindy said passionately still thinking about all the things he had done to her.
Don was terrified and in terrible pain. The front of his face was a sea of red - you couldn’t tell where his nose stopped and his mouth started. He was remembering the many insects Cindy had killed and how she had enjoyed torturing them before squashing them into a wet stain under her feet. He shook his head frantically, waving his arms in the air, screaming ‘huh uh, huh uh’, he couldn’t talk with his mouthpiece in and her heel on his mouth but he tried very hard to let her know that he certainly wasn’t good enough to lick the bottoms of Cindy’s dirty and bloody shoes. He would say anything to make her stop this massacre, this horrible mutilation to his face - even though he, himself, was helpless to stop her or even try to move his face completely out of her way - a fact he was well aware of but couldn’t for the life of him seem to figure out.
Cindy continued slamming her pretty little feet into Don’s face stopping only when Don had slid far enough down the mattress to make it difficult for her to hit his face with solid blows.
"Wow! This isreally GREAT! Much better than crushing bugs. I really get off on kicking that foul mouth of yours!Not much of it left, is there? It’s about time you paid for all the misery you’ve caused me. Get yourpitiful face back up here in the line of fire, Slave! I’m not through kicking it yet! Not by a long shot!"
Cindy was feeling extremely powerful and very sadistic but at the same time she felt sultry, sensuousand very sexy - and she looked every bit as good as she felt. Just gazing dreamily at the devastatingwasteland that was once Don’s handsome face - knowing that she and she alone had done all of it with just her pretty feet was turning her on BIG TIME! She was breathing heavily through her mouthmore from excitement than from exertion. Her panties were getting moist in front from the fantasticrush she was feeling as she watched the hard heels of her shoes smashing over and over into hisbroken, bleeding face - driving his head further and further back and deeper and deeper down intothe mattress with each resounding stomp from one of her tiny, little feet.
Cindy felt mesmerized -losing all sense of reality as though it wasn’t really her little feet doing all this devastating damage but those of some other cruel, petulant little girl having a temper tantrum while stamping her tiny, little feet in an effort to get her own way. It seemed like she was watching the feet of that other young girl doing a flamenco dance on Don’s face. She drew her sexy foot back, licking her lips in eager anticipation - impatiently waiting for Don to move his bloody face back into range so she could continue kicking it into oblivion.
Don was in a panic! Cindy’s attitude was absolutely LETHAL! He struggled very hard to get backup but it wasn’t fast enough to please Cindy. She stomped her little foot down on Don’s crotch!
"Okay! If you’d rather I ruin your balls, then that’s exactly what I’ll do!" Cindy said with a sneer as she started to stand up. "You’d be surprised what I can do to a pair of balls under hard, flat heels like these!" Cindy breathed passionately as she recalled the day she finished turning her seventeen year old stepbrother into a eunuch by stepping down coolly and effortlessly with one little heel of her bare foot. She knew that the hard, flat heels on a pair of shoes such as the ones she had on now would splatter a pair of balls a lot more thoroughly than she had done with her bare heel and with even less effort on her part if that were possible.
Don had screamed even louder with the unexpected kick to his groin. She hadn’t hit his balls but shehad easily connected with his stiff and swollen penis with the hard unyielding heel of her little flatcausing him terrible suffering. In spite of his painful and almost unconscious condition, Don hurriedback to a sitting position before she decided to stomp him between the legs again and quite possiblycrush his balls beyond repair.
Cindy, feeling very smug and all powerful, sat down again and drew her foot back - ready to strikeonce more. Don was feeling dizzy and light-headed as he sat there shaking with fear staring at thebottom of the shoe that was poised and aimed straight at his bleeding face.
Don thought, ‘My God!What am I going to do? She’s so beautiful! That look she gets in her eyes as she kicks me - it’s thesexiest I’ve ever seen her! But Cindy, Sweetheart, you’re killing me! I don’t know how much moreof this I can take! Oh, Baby, I know I should try to stop you before you kill me - but I can’t, I don’tknow why - but I just can’t! God, how I worship you, Cindy! I know how much you’re enjoying this- how much it turns you on and somehow, some way, I’ve got to find a way to keep taking it! Iknow I deserve it, my darling!’
Don’s thoughts were running wild as he stared up at Cindy with unabashed love, worship, devotion and a whole lot of fear! Cindy’s beautiful eyes were shining brightly with anger, excitement and sexual desire, as she began to
kick his frightened, worshipful face again. She had let herself get so carried away with her ownpower that she couldn’t have stopped herself even if she had wanted to and it was quite evident thatDon certainly had no intention of stopping her. The violence was so vivid that she had literally gotten swept away by it. Someone else was kicking him. It wasn’t real anymore, it was just a thrilling scenefrom her sadistic, teenage past - just like the kind of action flick she was fond of watching - especiallywhere the sexy, female martial arts expert was kicking the crap out of some stupid guy who, like Don, couldn’t seem to get his face out of the way of her feet. The sight, the sound and the feel of her feet slamming into Don’s face - watching the blood streaming freely out of his mouth and nose - seeing the horrible look of fear and abject worship in his eyes - all of these things had given Cindy an insatiable craving to spill even more of his blood by pounding his defenseless face under the heels of her sexy shoes. More and more she was thinking of Don as one of her many helpless victims from a few years past. She had actually started trying to literally kick his head off - to separate it from his neck, to stomp his face back against the rear of his skull, through the mattress and on into the wall. At the very, very least, she fully expected to keep kicking him until he fell unconscious, face first, at her feet - a very tame goal considering her bloodthirsty tendencies at that moment. She even began doing improvisations with her kicks - occasionally standing up, turning around and holding onto the seat of the chair while propelling herself backwards feet first, slamming the hard heels of both flats simultaneously into the gory mess that used to be Don’s face.
It was during one ofthese sadistic maneuvers that she almost did stomp him into dreamland. She had kicked him withthese powerful backward kicks of hers three times in succession to the front of his face and was in the process of stomping him a fourth time when his head rolled to the right and the left side of Don’sface came suddenly into Cindy’s line of fire. He had been wobbling and weaving drunkenly from sideto side and was so far gone that he had let his mouth hang open just a little - enough so that when the solid heels of Cindy’s shoes hit him squarely on the left side of his chin, he literally saw stars spinning around in his battered brain as he slumped semi-conscious to the floor with a dislocated jaw and a broken front tooth. He was disoriented and for a moment wondered where the hell he was and what was happening to him. His face and head were throbbing so bad, he actually prayed that she would finish the job and put an end to this horrible devastation yet at the same time fighting to stay conscious so he could experience the enchantment of Cindy’s lilting laughter, a vivid testimony to the exquisite pleasure she was experiencing as she blissfully kicked his face into unrecognizable pieces of flesh, blood and bone.
Cindy was still turned around, her long, wavy, ebony hair was hanging in her face and her gorgeous, tight little ass was sticking high in the air. She peeked through her legs, ready to kick her target a fifth time when she spotted it lying on the floor. She peered down into his bloody, ravaged face and as though answering his wish, Cindy heartily laughed at the sight of him. But she wasn’t quite ready to quit just yet, she just wanted to keep punishing him and he wasn’t quite ‘out’ yet so she turned back around, walked over to him, and proceeded to stomp straight down four more times on the abject face that lay motionless at her feet using only the very solid, hard heel of her sexy right shoe.
Don’s face turned into a still brighter, redder, bloodier mass of lacerations, abrasionsand swollen bruises. She was absolutely unrelenting in her quest to stomp his face into rubble andmake what was left of him her slave for life - however short that might be. She was going to breakhim physically, mentally and emotionally and show him once and for all who was in charge. Don waseither going to give in and surrender to her completely - or he was simply going to die at her feet! The choice was all his.
Finally, Cindy stopped for a moment, not because she was hurting him too much, but because sheneeded to take a breather. She had been kicking him so hard and so fast and was so excited andturned on, that she was actually gasping for air through her open mouth. Even though, physically, Cindy was in terrific shape, her legs were beginning to feel like lead. She was like a boxer who hadexpended all his energy with a relentless barrage of punches looking for the early knockout. Shelooked down at Don who, even though his eyes were closed, was still trying courageously to stay conscious.
Cindy stood there with the heel of her shoe on Don’s beaten face and smiled down with contempt atthe crumpled body and battered face beneath her sexy, white flat. She dropped the towel next to hishead and began innocently brushing her hair once again, humming a little tune as she began to get hersecond wind. Don vaguely felt the towel drop next to his head but he was horribly weak, dazed andjust barely coherent. He couldn’t even pick it up to wipe the blood off of his face. Besides, Cindy’s foot was still resting majestically on it.
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