FEMDOM FEET - FOOT DOMINATION STORIES

TRAMPLING

Femdom trampling story - part 2

The poor, pathetic foot slave never had any kind of a chance at all. He was already dazed and groggy and hadn’t seen her sharp spikes driving toward his exposed face until it was too late. The first kick from the sexy spike heel on Cindy’s right foot had slammed directly into his upper lip driving his head straight back at blinding speed - splitting the lip like a ripe melon and breaking off half of an upper, front tooth in the process. More unfortunately, however, for Don, was the fact that most of his weight had been leaning forward at the moment of impact and his heavy body simply reeled drunkenly in semi-conscious suspension before his head reached it’s backward limit and then snapped forward again like a slingshot to meet the other sexy spike heel from Cindy’s oncoming left foot. It too, drove into him approximately in the same place as her right foot had and seriously loosened the tooth next to the one she had broken with her first devastating kick. As Don began to fall, dazed and almost unconscious now, in slow motion, Cindy quickly finished him off before he could completely fall back out of range of her flying feet. It had been another cruel blow from her beautiful but deadly right heel stomping him just below his left cheekbone and driving him down to the floor like a felled oak tree. He hadn’t been knocked completely unconscious, however, until the back of his head met the carpeted floor at full speed.

Cindy, by now, was really feeling blood-thirsty but resisted the strong urge to sit at the foot of the bed and drive her spikes down into her husband’s motionless body. She knew he was unconscious and she didn’t want to waste her kicks on a lifeless piece of garbage that couldn’t feel the pain from them. It was important for her to know that he was going to suffer and feel all the pain there was to feel when she kicked, trampled and stomped him. So instead, she lay back down, held her high heeled slippers up in the air and admired their dangerous, cruel spikes and sighed contentedly. She didn’t bother to check on her unconscious victim. She knew he had been seriously damaged again by her spikes but she didn’t really care, in fact, it made her very happy. It wasn’t the first time she had knocked him out and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. It amused her very much to do it and that’s all that really mattered. ‘Oh Cindy, Cindy! You naughty and wicked little girl, you!’ she said out loud to no one in particular still staring with satisfaction at the exquisitely high arches of her beautiful feet resting serenely in her deadly spikes. She took one off and nonchalantly pressed the heel very lightly into her side. "Ooooh!" she purred, "just that tiny little bit of pressure really hurts! No wonder my poor baby suffers so much!" She laughed and hummed a little tune while rubbing the spike very, very gently over her clitoris as she waited patiently for Don to wake up.

Finally, after about six or seven minutes, she heard Don coming around. She slid her beautiful foot back into its petite little slipper. "Hi, Baby! Welcome back! I’ve been up here playing with myself with my shoe while you were gone. Come on up here and lie beside me. I get so horny when I play with you like that with my little feet. Now maybe I’ll let you play with me," she purred. To Don, it sounded more like a growl. "But first you must stop and pay homage to the very sensuous feet that just kicked your lights out. I want you to marvel at how cruel, vicious and deadly such a pair of beautiful, sexy high heels can be," she giggled. "But I still won’t let you kiss them though, not even once. You had your chance to kiss the spike heels while I was stomping your face but you blew it, Baby. Now you can just gaze at them with wonder and awe. What do you think, Honey? Are they more deadly than beautiful or more beautiful than deadly? Oooooh, aren’t I mean to you, Baby?" Cindy’s gorgeous, violet eyes were shining brightly as she breathed heavily. Her black panties were showing a lot of moisture in front.

Don gulped audibly, heaved a ragged sigh and somehow managed to slowly and fearfully climb up onto the bed close to Cindy’s fantastic feet. His whole body was visibly trembling with panic and uncertainty as he gazed adoringly at them. He imagined a lot more cruel and sadistic punishment from her erotic feet so he hurried on up to her side where his beautiful wife had indicated praying he had stayed at her feet long enough to satisfy her vanity. Even though Don was a fairly large man and Cindy was a very petite lady of 19 - not much bigger than an average 12 year old girl - there was no doubt in either of their minds that Cindy could very easily maim him, destroy him and even kill him with her feet if that should be her desire.

"What a good little slave you are!" she smiled as she rolled over onto her left side facing her slave’s bruised, battered and bleeding face. She continued to sensuously massage herself as she brought her right leg up and across his body watching his expression as she did so. "Sit up and watch what I’m going to do to your leg," she said softly with that same wicked smile on her face. As Don sat up, she moved her delectable foot a little closer to his face. "Look at that soft, white skin! You can see every beautiful inch of my foot in this sexy shoe can’t you? Now I’m going to hurt you a little more sensuously with it. Maybe I’ll let you kiss it first. Would you like that?" Don of course was drowning with desire as he stared almost in desperation at the fantastic foot before him. He knew, of course, that she wasn’t going to let him kiss it as he sighed a dejected ‘yes’. Cindy had already started placing the tip of her right heel lightly on the inside of her slave’s left thigh.

As Don sat there fearfully, he flinched noticeably observing her beautiful ankle begin to flex back and forth as she began digging her heel fairly gently but still painfully into his thigh. She continued to rub herself while playing with him in this manner for about a minute much the same as a cat will play with a mouse before killing it. She paid no attention to her heel but rather watched the fascinated look on her slave’s ragged face. After a very short time, the dejected look left his face and a worshipful, sacrificial look began to spread over his features as she began to dig and twist a little harder while at the same time rubbing herself a little faster.

"How do you like my gorgeous foot now? Not as mean as before is it, Darling?" she taunted as she now began to slide it oh so sexily down his thigh toward the knee - modeling it to perfection. "That’s the same foot I wouldn’t let you kiss! The same foot that kicked your lights out! Isn’t it soft and sexy? You worship me don’t you, Honey? Tell me how much you worship me! Would you like my pretty little foot to stomp your face again?"

The slave, still sitting up was moaning softly. The pain was incredible because she wasn’t just letting it slide softly but was rather digging it sadistically straight down into his skin as she pushed it toward the knee. It was actually being pushed at about a 45 degree angle. She had no intention of just letting it float gently over his skin. She had already determined that she was going to make it grind and scrape as hard as she could into his thigh all the way down. It was a slow, painful process because most of the pressure was being applied almost straight down into the flesh of his thigh which in turn, slowed its grinding journey to the knee.

"Phooey!" she exclaimed petulantly, "I can’t make it bleed! I want it to bleed! Go downstairs and get me my ‘annihilators’! They should do the trick!" She sounded more like a spoiled little girl demanding an ice cream cone than the beautiful and sensuous goddess that she was.

"NO, Cindy! Please! Not the red spikes! Please don’t," the slave said in a fearful, ragged whisper so softly that she could barely hear him. "I worship you so much. Please don’t scar me anymore," he was crying now as he continued to stare at the beautiful foot that Cindy continued to model for him - even as she carelessly and methodically tried to scrape the skin off of his thigh.

"Now!" she said raising her voice slightly.

Don knew what the tone meant. He lifted himself hastily off the bed and hurried downstairs to do his wife’s bidding. He tried to console himself with the fact that Cindy was ‘only’ going to ruin a leg. It could, and probably would, get to be a whole lot worse.

He returned quickly and waited obediently at the foot of the bed carrying one red pump in each hand.

"Put them on my feet then come back up here where you were so I can continue where I left off," Cindy said with a smile. Don, of course, did as he was told and Cindy resumed.

His beautiful wife smiled contentedly as she lay on her side watching his face still paying no attention to the devastation her heel was making of his thigh. When it reached the knee and she could push it no further, she calmly lifted it out of his leg and brought it slowly back up to the top of his thigh allowing her slave the gorgeous sight of her foot. "Wouldn’t you just love to kiss that beautiful foot? You’d crawl over broken glass just for the privilege of running your fingers over it, wouldn’t you, Slave?" She didn’t wait for an answer, she just started ruining his leg all over again.

She pulled him gently down to lie on his back. She placed the heel of her sexy shoe back into the top of his thigh as she leaned over him letting her long black hair cascade down into his face. "Talk to me, Slave! Tell me how much you worship me! Tell me you love me and beg me to allow you to kiss me!" she said passionately bringing her lips close to his while at the same time pressing the heel into his leg even harder so that it reached its destination even quicker than before. When Cindy felt the heel stop against Don’s knee, she simply lifted it up and back, stabbed the jagged metal point into the top of his thigh again and let it continue its cruel journey downward just as before - all the while, never taking her eyes from his. It became quite evident to the moaning, worshipful slave that his Goddess was going to continue this torture for quite awhile longer.

He stared up at her with a dreamy look in his eyes. He drank in the beauty of this magnificent creature. Her half closed, velvet eyes, the sensual, pouting mouth that seemed to be crying for someone to kiss it. "Please, Goddess! Allow your worthless slave to touch you, to kiss you, to make love to you!"

"You may!" she replied in a husky voice, "If you beg me to hurt you some more!" The slave could not believe what he just heard. She wouldn’t even allow him to kiss her feet a few moments ago and now she was going to let him make love to her? His heart was pounding as he rose up.

"Hurt me, Baby! Hurt me bad! Make me suffer under your beautiful feet! I worship you so much!" he breathed with excitement.

That’s all Cindy needed. Now she was literally crushing his thigh under the jagged metal from her spike heel. "Kiss me!" she breathed.

Don was lost in ecstasy. He completely forgot about his bleeding leg as he kissed her tenderly on the mouth with his lacerated lips and as he did, she ripped into his leg with even more viciousness than before. The taste of his salty blood and the feel of his damaged teeth against her tongue had made her even more horny than before. He screamed like a banshee as he saw sexual arousal in her fiery eyes. The pain in his leg was incredible but it seemed to be a long way off as he once more drowned in her soft lips.

"God, how I worship you, I love you so much," he said to her between kisses as he kissed her neck, her cheeks, her breasts, and then her lips again. The more he worshipped her, the more and harder, she continued to hurt him. "I don’t care how much you trample and kick me or how bad you hurt me! Scar me for life! Do anything you want to me only don’t make me stop kissing you like this - I beg you! Trample me to death if you want to - only let me make love to you just once before I go!" he breathed. He was so incredibly turned on that he had no idea at all what he was saying.

"My, oh my! The little slave seems to be on fire tonight doesn’t he? Mmmm, yes, I like it," she said. "You’re really gone over me aren’t you, lover? Off on your own little planet I suspect," she laughed. "Worship me, Slave, as I’m hurting you! Do you feel that?" She had lifted her heel and kicked it down into his thigh rather than just placing it there as she proceeded to grind his thigh again and again and again. And all the while the slave kept telling her how much he loved and adored her praying she would stop hurting him and let him make love to her. But the screams and cries of pain were temporarily gone as was the pain itself. In their place were moans and groans of pure ecstasy and desire - Don was, indeed, in his own little world with his Goddess, Cindy, in complete control .

And then suddenly, out of the blue, she just stopped! She rolled over on top of him without saying a word. She looked down into his worshipful eyes. "Make love to this, Slave!" she laughed and slapped his face as viciously as she could over and over about five or six times before placing the palm of her hand over his mouth.

The slave was quickly jolted back to reality. He had a look on his face so pathetic, you would have thought his whole family had just been wiped out in a car crash. He kissed the palm of her hand tenderly and whispered, "I worship you, my Goddess! Please let me make love to you!" knowing it wasn’t going to happen.

Huge crocodile tears were streaming down his face as she smiled and slapped him again. Without saying a word and still wearing her spike heels, Cindy stood up on the bed and grabbed the strap hanging from the ceiling that she had had Don construct for her.

"I like it when I send you into oblivion!" she breathed. "I’m going to hurt you so bad with my little heels, you’ll pray you could pass out so you can escape the pain," she laughed. Then giggling like a young schoolgirl, she stepped up onto his quickly deflating penis with both feet and pranced on it for about thirty seconds with the sharp tips of her heels until it became bloody and as limp as a soggy noodle. Don’s yelling could be heard a block away as his sexy wife cheerfully ground and stomped his puny little prick under her murderous spikes until she saw his eyes begin to roll up into his head.

"Nighty - night, Lover!" she laughed. And then he mercifully passed out from Cindy’s cruel and senseless torture. Somehow - miraculously - even though it later required major medical attention, his penis hadn’t sustained any permanent damage and there were no direct hits to his testicles.

After Cindy finished her dance on Don’s groin, she then walked up his abdomen onto his stomach and finally stopped on his chest with her heels firmly implanted on his already ruined nipples where she waited patiently for him to come around. When he did, she again marched in place only this time it was only the remains of his nipples that were crushed beneath her spikes. When she had had her fill of that, she began grinding her heel into her husband’s tear stained face with all the force she could muster. She did the same with her other heel before she made him remove the sexy shoes from her luscious feet. The slave had begun screaming again at the absolute top of his lungs as she placed her bare foot over his mouth.

"Stick out your tongue!" she commanded loudly. "I’m going to let you lick the bottom of my foot!" Even though he continued to shriek uncontrollably, he still managed to get his tongue out. "You’ve earned this!" she giggled while sensuously rubbing the sole of her bare foot all over her slave’s tongue. After a while, she climbed down off the bed, placed her high heeled shoes on his face, and headed for the door. The slave was still moaning and crying but not loud enough to drown out her happy laughter. When she reached the door, she turned back to the wailing slave, "You’d better think about seeing a doctor tomorrow, Dear. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite! I love you, Honey! Why don’t you make love to me tomorrow night when you’re feeling a little better!? Hmmmm?" She blew him a tender kiss, "Oh, and would you do me a little favor?" she asked innocently, "Would you clean the soles of my shoes with your tongue, the heels too, they’re a little bloody," she laughed as she left the room closing the door silently behind her.