iamopie321
12-07-2003, 12:25 PM
Hey Guys!
Sorry for the delay in getting part II on the boards. I really appreciate all of the kind words, as well as the suggestions. Please let me know what you think of the second installment :)
opie
From Part I
His mind was racing and he nearly knocked over a vase as he quickly turned and bounded up the stairs to his room to formulate his plan. Had his mother heard him, she surely would have told him to slow down and to be more careful, but she had her headphones on and was oblivious to the world around her as she typed away on her thesis.
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Billy sat quietly at the foot of his bed, his brow deeply furrowed in thought. He slowly and methodically pieced together his plan, ruling out certain things that seemed too risky and noting things that he felt he may be able to get away with. All he knew for certain was that he would have to be careful. One step too far on this new and exciting precipice could send him tumbling down to his ultimate demise. Capture and being forced to explain his strange desires was not an option.
He waited until around 9:00p then made his way to the edge of the stairs and yelled down to his mother and aunt Jen that he was heading off to bed. They were both watching TV in the living room and responded back, telling him to sleep tight and that they would see him in the morning. With that, he returned to his room and shut the door. He had a long night ahead of him, so he set his alarm for 2:00a and tried to grab a few winks.
Sleep would not come easily. His mind reeling from his new discovery and he simply could not get the visions of cruel, trampling high heels out of his mind. He tossed and turned until around midnight until he couldn’t take anymore. The thought of two more hours of restlessness was unbearable, so he entertained the idea of setting his plan into motion a little earlier than he had initially planned. Against his better judgment, he grabbed his backpack and prepared himself for the rigorous tasks ahead.
He approached his bedroom door with caution and listened intently for any sounds that would indicate Stephanie and Jen were still awake. Satisfied they were both sound asleep, he flipped on his flashlight, slowly opened his door and silently padded through the hallway and down the stairs. He took a moment to appreciate how well he had done in making his plans for tonight and how stealthily he was carrying them out. He smiled as he thought that it was something that even his favorite superheros would have appreciated.
His plan called for first tending to the rug that his mother was using to prop her feet up on. He had decided to pull the rug as far as he could to left without making it appear that it had obviously been moved. This should allow for complete access to her right foot as well as at least partial access to her left. With Stephanie so preoccupied with her thesis, he didn’t think that she would even miss the rug being gone completely, but he knew the stakes were high and didn’t want to get greedy and mess up this golden opportunity by taking any unnecessary chances.
Although her desk was extremely heavy, Billy was able to reposition the rug without too much trouble. This was a good thing, as too much noise meant waking the women and running the risk of capture and the humiliation of having to explain what he was up to. Once the rug was in place, it was time to initiate the second part of his plan.
Billy was interested in just how much he could get away with, so he figured he would test the waters by placing a few of his most treasured toys directly on the vent as well as slightly under the mat. He didn’t understand why he had chosen his favorite toys, but it somehow seemed to make sense to him and he didn’t fight it. For the vent, he placed a small, stuffed animal that he had been given when he was just four. It was a gift from his father, who was now completely out of his life and this was the one remaining link he had to him. Under the mat, he placed one of his collectible GI figures that was still in the packaging as well as one of his favorite comic books.
Once he had everything in place, he took a step back to survey his work. Not a bad layout, considering that should his mother notice the toys and ask questions, he could easily explain by saying that he had simply been playing around the desk and had forgotten to pick them up. He stared blankly for a few moments wondering what his mother’s reaction would be, as it would obviously dictate how his future plans would unfold. If she noticed the toys right away, he would know that a direct approach would most likely not work and that he would have to be extra cautious. On the other hand, if she didn’t say anything, he may be able to be more bold and end up being trampled directly. Either way, the anticipation was killing him.
He lingered a few more seconds, took one last look at his toys, and crept silently back up the stairs to his room. The rest of the night would be spent dozing in and out of consciousness with visions of being trampled by the two women he cared most for.
~Enter aunt Jen~
Unbeknownst to Billy, his aunt Jen had been preparing a late night snack in the kitchen when he had made his way down the stairs. Not knowing what to expect when she heard someone coming and saw a flashlight beam bouncing around on the walls, Jen had retreated to the darkest shadows behind the kitchen table. She quickly realized it was Billy and crept out of the kitchen and peered into the office where he was busy working away. She thought about surprising him, but decided against it, as she was intrigued by what she was witnessing. Jen made her way back to the kitchen and waited for Billy to finish whatever it was he was doing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Billy had finally headed back up the stairs and closed the door to his room. Jen immediately went over to her sister’s desk and began looking around. Upon discovering the toys and comic book she wondered out loud “This can’t be! Could this boy possibly have a….??” Her sentence trailed away and she didn’t finish it. She was suddenly taken back to her college days, reliving one the memories she had of when she had first started exploring her desires to trample. She saw the face of her then boyfriend contorted and slightly bleeding beneath her cruel, low heeled pumps and again heard the guttural sounds that had escaped his mouth whenever she shifted her feet about on his face. From that moment on, she was hooked and knew that there was no turning back. She felt a twinge between her legs and was quickly brought out of her daydream.
She thought for a few seconds before deciding how to proceed. Although she wanted to gather up all of her nephew’s toys and confront him on the spot to find out if what she was thinking was ultimately true, she decided to wait until morning to see how everything played out. There was a chance that she could use her knowledge to her advantage and the thought of trampling Billy again caused a twinge between her legs. She also felt somewhat guilty for even thinking these thoughts because, after all, she was his aunt and cared for him very deeply. Still, that didn’t mean that by trampling him she would care for him any less. On the contrary, she could show him how much she actually did care by helping him to fulfill his wants and desires. She laughed quietly and told herself that there was no reason to get all worked up over what she was quite sure would end up being nothing. Better to not count the chickens before they’re hatched, etc. She knew that tomorrow would be a very interesting day.
Sorry for the delay in getting part II on the boards. I really appreciate all of the kind words, as well as the suggestions. Please let me know what you think of the second installment :)
opie
From Part I
His mind was racing and he nearly knocked over a vase as he quickly turned and bounded up the stairs to his room to formulate his plan. Had his mother heard him, she surely would have told him to slow down and to be more careful, but she had her headphones on and was oblivious to the world around her as she typed away on her thesis.
______________________________________
Billy sat quietly at the foot of his bed, his brow deeply furrowed in thought. He slowly and methodically pieced together his plan, ruling out certain things that seemed too risky and noting things that he felt he may be able to get away with. All he knew for certain was that he would have to be careful. One step too far on this new and exciting precipice could send him tumbling down to his ultimate demise. Capture and being forced to explain his strange desires was not an option.
He waited until around 9:00p then made his way to the edge of the stairs and yelled down to his mother and aunt Jen that he was heading off to bed. They were both watching TV in the living room and responded back, telling him to sleep tight and that they would see him in the morning. With that, he returned to his room and shut the door. He had a long night ahead of him, so he set his alarm for 2:00a and tried to grab a few winks.
Sleep would not come easily. His mind reeling from his new discovery and he simply could not get the visions of cruel, trampling high heels out of his mind. He tossed and turned until around midnight until he couldn’t take anymore. The thought of two more hours of restlessness was unbearable, so he entertained the idea of setting his plan into motion a little earlier than he had initially planned. Against his better judgment, he grabbed his backpack and prepared himself for the rigorous tasks ahead.
He approached his bedroom door with caution and listened intently for any sounds that would indicate Stephanie and Jen were still awake. Satisfied they were both sound asleep, he flipped on his flashlight, slowly opened his door and silently padded through the hallway and down the stairs. He took a moment to appreciate how well he had done in making his plans for tonight and how stealthily he was carrying them out. He smiled as he thought that it was something that even his favorite superheros would have appreciated.
His plan called for first tending to the rug that his mother was using to prop her feet up on. He had decided to pull the rug as far as he could to left without making it appear that it had obviously been moved. This should allow for complete access to her right foot as well as at least partial access to her left. With Stephanie so preoccupied with her thesis, he didn’t think that she would even miss the rug being gone completely, but he knew the stakes were high and didn’t want to get greedy and mess up this golden opportunity by taking any unnecessary chances.
Although her desk was extremely heavy, Billy was able to reposition the rug without too much trouble. This was a good thing, as too much noise meant waking the women and running the risk of capture and the humiliation of having to explain what he was up to. Once the rug was in place, it was time to initiate the second part of his plan.
Billy was interested in just how much he could get away with, so he figured he would test the waters by placing a few of his most treasured toys directly on the vent as well as slightly under the mat. He didn’t understand why he had chosen his favorite toys, but it somehow seemed to make sense to him and he didn’t fight it. For the vent, he placed a small, stuffed animal that he had been given when he was just four. It was a gift from his father, who was now completely out of his life and this was the one remaining link he had to him. Under the mat, he placed one of his collectible GI figures that was still in the packaging as well as one of his favorite comic books.
Once he had everything in place, he took a step back to survey his work. Not a bad layout, considering that should his mother notice the toys and ask questions, he could easily explain by saying that he had simply been playing around the desk and had forgotten to pick them up. He stared blankly for a few moments wondering what his mother’s reaction would be, as it would obviously dictate how his future plans would unfold. If she noticed the toys right away, he would know that a direct approach would most likely not work and that he would have to be extra cautious. On the other hand, if she didn’t say anything, he may be able to be more bold and end up being trampled directly. Either way, the anticipation was killing him.
He lingered a few more seconds, took one last look at his toys, and crept silently back up the stairs to his room. The rest of the night would be spent dozing in and out of consciousness with visions of being trampled by the two women he cared most for.
~Enter aunt Jen~
Unbeknownst to Billy, his aunt Jen had been preparing a late night snack in the kitchen when he had made his way down the stairs. Not knowing what to expect when she heard someone coming and saw a flashlight beam bouncing around on the walls, Jen had retreated to the darkest shadows behind the kitchen table. She quickly realized it was Billy and crept out of the kitchen and peered into the office where he was busy working away. She thought about surprising him, but decided against it, as she was intrigued by what she was witnessing. Jen made her way back to the kitchen and waited for Billy to finish whatever it was he was doing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Billy had finally headed back up the stairs and closed the door to his room. Jen immediately went over to her sister’s desk and began looking around. Upon discovering the toys and comic book she wondered out loud “This can’t be! Could this boy possibly have a….??” Her sentence trailed away and she didn’t finish it. She was suddenly taken back to her college days, reliving one the memories she had of when she had first started exploring her desires to trample. She saw the face of her then boyfriend contorted and slightly bleeding beneath her cruel, low heeled pumps and again heard the guttural sounds that had escaped his mouth whenever she shifted her feet about on his face. From that moment on, she was hooked and knew that there was no turning back. She felt a twinge between her legs and was quickly brought out of her daydream.
She thought for a few seconds before deciding how to proceed. Although she wanted to gather up all of her nephew’s toys and confront him on the spot to find out if what she was thinking was ultimately true, she decided to wait until morning to see how everything played out. There was a chance that she could use her knowledge to her advantage and the thought of trampling Billy again caused a twinge between her legs. She also felt somewhat guilty for even thinking these thoughts because, after all, she was his aunt and cared for him very deeply. Still, that didn’t mean that by trampling him she would care for him any less. On the contrary, she could show him how much she actually did care by helping him to fulfill his wants and desires. She laughed quietly and told herself that there was no reason to get all worked up over what she was quite sure would end up being nothing. Better to not count the chickens before they’re hatched, etc. She knew that tomorrow would be a very interesting day.