THE VISIT

THE VISIT

Author Unknown

He could hear her heels clicking on the hard tiled floor. Click-clack, click-clack, drawing closer. The tile was cold against his face, against his whole naked body, but he dare not lift himself off the floor. He could hear her coming closer, as her heels fell upon the floor. Then the sound stopped. She had arrived at his prone body on the floor and took another step forward. A sound came from his throat, a half whine, half groan as she placed her foot onto his back and pressed down. She dug the sharp spiked heel of her black leather boot into his back, twisting and turning while pressing down, grinding her heel into his soft, weak flesh. He winced in pain, but didn't give up a scream. She smiled. Before the night was over, he would scream.
She lifted her other foot Off the floor, and for a long instance lingered in that position, her full weight focused through the slender spike of her boot. Again no scream, but she could tell he was trying hard to hold it in. She brought her other foot down, hard, stamping her heel into a back muscle. He let out a cry, but it was soft and weak, more like a gasp. she smiled. Closer.
She took a step forward, making sure to press down hard as she stepped on his weak flesh. An indentation was left on his back, a boot print to show where her boot had last, painfully, had rested. She took another step forward with her other foot. Each step brought agony to him, pleasure to her. Or rather his agony was her pleasure.
"Do you know what you are to me?" she asked him, looking down at the man beneath her boots "You are nothing but a doormat," she answered him. "Just something to wipe my feet on." she drew the words out, emphasising her contempt. Then she drew her boot back, wiping it on his body, her tall spiked heel scraping down his back. She repeated with the other boot and continued with both, one after the other. She didn't have a clear view of his face, but she knew how it was twisted and distorted with anguish. She smiled and gave a little chuckle.
Another step forward and her boot rested on the back of his head. She pressed down, crushing his features into the floor. His head wiggled uncontrollably under her foot. She lifted it off and ordered him to turn his head to the side. She strode forward until she stood on his head, both high heeled boots threatening to crush his skull beneath them. He spread his mouth wide in an attempt to scream, but the pain was so great he couldn't utter a sound. She watched every agonizing feature that appeared on his face and smiled sadistically at every one. Finally she stepped off his head, and for a brief moment, he felt relieved.
He lay on the floor spread eagle, his arms and hands spread out in front of him. She slowly walked around his body, stalking him, trying to decide what fun she could have with him next. She stopped at his head, standing between his outstretched arms.
"Look at me," she ordered. He lifted his head and gazed up at her gorgeous body, her voluptuous breasts clad in a black leather brazier. He looked all the way up to her beautiful face framed by long flowing blond hair. He stared into her seductive blue eyes, the stern eyes that told him who was in control. Then he cried out, partly in surprise, partly in pain, as she stomped onto the back of his hand and began grinding it under her boot.
"Look at that!" She snapped as she grabbed him by the back of the hair and viciously pulled him up. "I want these boots to be spotless! So you're going to get down there and clean them with your tongue!" She flung his head to the floor saying "Lick my boots, clean!" As soon as he was thrust to the floor his tongue was out and lapping at the smooth black leather. He started at the toe tops and worked his way up, along the instep. A crack echoed through the air and pain lashed across his back. She had picked up a bullwlwip and again lashed it across his back. "Put some effort into it! " she scowled as she spurred him on with the whip. He licked her tall heel faster, pressing harder with his tongue as it slid up the slender spike. Vigorously he licked up the tall shaft that went on for miles up her thigh. The whip bit into his back again when his tongue touched the soft creamy skin of her leg. He had reached forbidden territory and quickly worked his way down the boot.
There was a crunch of bones as she stamped her heel into his other hand, almost trying to pierce it and pin it to the floor below. "Now the other one," she ordered adding another lash to his already welting back. His tongue leapt from one boot to the other and eagerly licked off the dirt that lay there. She smiled, drinking in her power over this mere insect, delighting in the fear she could command. Finally as he licked the heel resting on his hand, he was finished. She looked down at his handiwork and smiled.
"Very good, worm, you obey orders well." she walked forward, stepping down with the boot that rested on his hand and driving the heel deeper in. She stood over his body and admired the criss cross of welts she had etched into his back with the powerful bullwhip. With a smirk she placed a spiked heel onto one of the welts and began grinding it in deeper. Tears rolled down his face, as the agony was incredible But still he would not scream the way she wanted him to.
"Now roll over on your side." she ordered while motioning with her whip. "That's good enough," she said as he got into the position she wanted, where his cock lay exposed on the floor. "What's this?" she asked prodding his prick with the toe of her boot. "It looks like a worm. You know what happens to worms don't you? They get stepped on!" She emphasized the last part with viciousness as she stepped on his cock and mashed it into the floor. With a sadistic grin she slowly began twisting her foot and pressed down with all her strength. Moans of agony leapt from his mouth but were so overwrought that they couldn't become torturous screams. She lifted her foot and his prick lay mashed into the floor, squashed flat. He had to peel it off the hard tile to get it free.
" On your back!" she shouted, kicking him savagely in the chest and sending him to the floor. She rested a boot on his chest and leaned forward so that her heel dug painfully in. She looked him up and down, noticing the betrayal of fear on his face. He was afraid of what was going to happen next. He was afraid to just look at her, and kept his eyes glued to the ceiling. She smiled.
Then he relt a great pressure on his chest as she had stepped up and was now standing on him, her sharp heels stabbing him in the ribs. She saw the look of discomfort on his face and playfully smirked. She began bouncing up and down, crushing the air out of his lungs.
"How do you feel?" she taunted, but he could not find the breath to give her a reply. Mocking anger she stopped bouncing and stamped her heel in the centre of his chest. "I said, "How do you feel"! He winced in pain and gathered enough strength to tell her that he felt fine, Mistress.
He still did not look at her out of fear, just kept

looking up at the ceiling. The next thing he saw was the sole of her boot, descending onto his face. Her boot crushed down on his face and she started grinding his features beneath it. "How I wish you were the size of a bug," she taunted non-chalauntley, pretending to ignore his distress. "For then I would just come along and step on you, and squash you beneath my boot. I would slowly grind you into the dust and take delight in your tiny little screams as I crush yoir bones into the dust."
She lifted her boot off of his face and walked down to the other end of his body. She retrieved a long riding crop that was hanging from the nearby wall. Turning back to her toy she raised her boot and brought it down not so gently onto his cock. He grunted in discomfort, but not in pain. Not yet she thought. She put more weight forward, mashing his cock flatter beneath her boot. This caused his sack to bulge larger as more flesh was pushed aside. It made a nice big target for her. The riding crop came down and bit into his sack. He let out a small scream. She continued to beat his crotch until it was red, but he still did not let out the screams she wanted to hear from him. She drove a spiked heel into his sack, twisted it around, lifted it up and drove it down again. she repeated this over and over again, until finally he let out a scream of pure torture. That was what she wanted to hear.
"Please Mistress," come his strained plea. she stopped stomping and just stood there with her heel still resting on his balls. She looked at his agony racked face. "Please Mistress, no more. I beg of you."
"Had enough have we?" she taunted. "Very well, that will be all for today. But tomorrow night I will expect to walk in here and find you once again lying naked, face down on the floor." Her tone was stern, commanding. It changed to a seductive, playful manner as she added "Then I'm going to walk all over you and crush you into the floor, no matter how sore you are." she felt a slight movement in the sack under her heel. She stepped forward, her full weight driving her spiked heel deeper into his groin. As she stepped off and walked towards the door he curled up in pain and grabbed at his aching dick.
She stopped and looked back at him over her shoulder, his tortured body writhing on the floor. "What do we say?" she scolded.
"Thank you, Mistress," came his reply.