cave56
12-10-2003, 7:40 AM
Hi again
This is the second story by LookingUp's ex-girlfriend S.L. It was published in Heels & Toes Volume 2 Number 3 and accompanied by six fantastic personal pictures which, most of them, can be found in Looking Up's thread in the picture section. This is the last personal letter from S.L. I found in my old magazines. More pictures, but no personal text from S.L., can be found in Underfoot 1#5, 1#6, 2#1 and Heels & Toes 3#3.
Over to the story/letter
Cave56
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Dear Sandy,
I must apologize for not writing sooner. I would never have realized that there were people out there waiting for my next letter. I have to thank you for printing my experiences for others to enjoy.
The reason I haven't written to you is that I'm asking myself a lot of new questions of my new power the way my slave feels and the way I feel myself. I trample him unmercifully under my high heels and dreive great pleasure in doing so. I love to watch him tense his body to support me. I love to watch his face redden, I love the sound of his breathing as my heels sink into his flesh. I love the marks on his body from my heels. Why??
Who knows...who cares. I just do it. You love to abuse him, the little voice says. And he does what you want without hesitation. He loves it, I love it. He loves the idea of being beneath me. He want to suffer for me, its his ecstacy and mine. We're lucky, don't you think?
The satisfaction (of him under my pumps, whether I'm watching what I do to him or whether I'm busy with something else as he lies there and don't know where my heel i coming to rest), is unmeasurable. There are times to place each step carefully, then there are times to exempt my actions and pretend he is not there. When I do this, I find that I do things or step in a different manner, not worrying where my heel comes to rest, but seeing the red trademark from it later as I look on his face. Boy that was close, I think to myself as I look at the welt left by my heel just under his eye.
It's gotten to the point where I can't remember what I used to do with my free time before my slave. But now I use him in any way I can. The simple process of walking up the stairs has been transformed into a ritual. He lies on the stairs, face up, and is transformed into my steps to the bathroom. Going up, his cock is the first to feel my weight. As I pull mmyself up his body, the sole of my pump crushes his manhood.
Slowly, my next step is planted on his chest. The weight is transferred and he sighs. I'm not sure if it's because of me removing my foot from his crotch, or because now all my weight is on one foot on his chest with the high heel sinking into his body. The tip of my heel actually disappears into his flesh.
I think the last step must be the most painful. The look on his face speaks for itself. The anticipation of my pump grindning his face beneath it for my satisfaction is a long time coming. The pump comes to rest on his eye and the bridge of his nose. The weight slowly leaves his chest and starts to flatten his face. When I pulled my foot from his chest, the heel was actually stuck in his flesh. Not puncturing through, but swollen around it. Now the last of my weight is on his face as I force my heel through his lips and down his throath. He chokes, I laugh and go away.
Toilet training is a slow process, but it makes me feel even more powerful. He must sit on the floor with his back to the toilet. He leans back until the back of his neck is on the seat and his head is over the opening. Standing on his cock agan, I turn my back to him and look over the shoulder at his face. He reaches up and slowly pulls my panties down over my ass cheeks. Bending at the waist, I have him tell me how beautiful my ass is and how lucky he is that I allow him to be my toilet.
I purposely squat down to just over his face and let him look at my ass and cunt. He starts to beg and plead with me to sit down and release myself. Now, normally I just pee in his mouth because I know that shit can be unhealthy. But sometimes I just can't resist the feeling that comes over me. It's strong and I almost get dizzy with it. I sit and make myself comfortable with my cunt over his mouth. I let a little trickle out and I'm overcome by the moment. Sliding forward a bit, I pull my cheeks apart and put my asshole on his mouth. My shit slides down on his tongue. Standing, I look at him with my shit in his mouth.
"Now slave", I say, "squish my shit between your tongue and the roof of your mouth and let me see it ooze between your teeth." Standing there on him, I laugh out loud as he fulfills my order. What a high I get from watching him do that. Then I turn and finish by washing it down with my warm piss. I don't pee slowly and he can't drink fast enough, so the extra pours over his face and down into the toilet.
His normal feeding is good food. I want to keep him healthy for many years of service. At dinner, you'll see a nicely set table with steak, potatoes and baby carrots. Sliding my chair out, you'll find my slaves dinner on the floor under the table, consisting of the same meal, but arranged without a plate.
I walk in, after working all day, feet tired and swaty, shoes with a days worth of dirt on them. When I get to the table, I proceed to mash his food into the floor. Another great feeling comes over me knowing that while I'm eating, my slave is under the table licking his meal around my shod feet, waiting for me to cross my legs so he can finish cleaning his meal from the bottoms of my shoes.
The thought of him eating the dirt or whatever I stepped in that day, from my shoes is so appealing. One time we were leaving a Dairy Queen when a car full of kids parked next to us just sped off. On the ground next to my car were the leftovers of a half-eaten Sunday with marshmallow sauce. Looking at my slave, I stepped in it, making sure it was all over my shoes, the sides as well. Then I got into the car and mixed it with the dirt from the floor mat. All the way home my slave was looking over at my feet. He spent a good hour licking my shoes and the mat. You should have heard all that dirt crunching in his teeth. I loved it.
One of my favorite things to do when I get an old pair of heels that don't have any life left in them, is to tell my slave we're going shoe shopping. He loves it. On the way to the mall, we stop at 7-11 and by Twinkies. We go into the shoe store and purchase the new shoes. After I bring them back to the car, my slave kneels outside my door and insert a Twinkie into each of my old pumps. Then carefully, he guides my foot into the shoe. It's uncomfortable at first, but worth it. They're usually mashed thin by the time I cross the parking lot. During the next few hours of shopping, I tease him by saying things like, "Oh, all this walking has made my feet hot and sweaty" or "it feels like yor treat is almost done, slave."
As I keep walking, the cream gets a little syrupy and gooey. Once we were in a pet shop when I noticed a little cream squishing out over the top of the shoe, by my instep. Pointing to it I said out loud to my slave, "Look, a nibble." also cathing the attention of a little boy close by. Bending down, I gather the cream on my finger and slowly bring it to my slave's lips and push it in his mouth. Turning to leave, I look at the little boy to see his big eyes and that his mouth has fallen open in disbelies. I mean, holy shit, was written across his face. I turned to my red-faced slave, as we walked out and said, "I think the seed for a new submissive was just planted!"
After returning home, I realax as my slave cleans my old pumps for the last time. After he finishes cleaning the sole, he removes the first shoe. The Twinkie is mashed into the inside of the shoe and you can smell it mixed my foot sweat and the years of dirt. He sets it on the floor and picks my bare foot up to his face (one of the few times he lick my foot), the Twinkie is caked to my foot, through my nylons, in between my toes, my instep and heel. He licks and sucks to remove every morsel from my foot without removing my nylons. This leads to a lot of time sucking, trying to get it out from between my toes, through the nylons. After he has finished with both my feet, he painstakingly cleans the inside of my shoes. I make him do this without using his hans. The look on his face is that of a gourmet eating a fine French pastry, savoring every bite.
Now it's time for my bath. But before I get into the water he had prepared for me, he undresses me and licks my whole body (kind of a prebath cleaning). Parting my ass cheeks, I grab a handful of hair and rub his face up and down on my asshole, making sure that his face smells good for his sleep. Then I make him lick my crack spotless and probe my asshole for any extra food or snack before bed.
After my bath, I climb into bed and tell my slave to get his favorite high heel and tie. He returns and kneels next to the bed. Stuffing the toe of the pump deep into his mouth, I tie it with the tie around his head and the instep of the shoe. Then I fill the shoe with the nylons and panties that I had on that day, right under his nose. Then off to sleep I go with good thoughts of the day and how to put my slave through his loving agony tomorrow.
Well, it's time to go and of course you may print this and the photos I have sent with my permission. If there are any photos you want in particular, let me know in your reply for everyone to read and wait in anticipation, or you may write to my address, which I have included.
Thanks again for allowing me to partake in this fine publication. Still Stomping in Connecticut.
Ms. S.L.
This is the second story by LookingUp's ex-girlfriend S.L. It was published in Heels & Toes Volume 2 Number 3 and accompanied by six fantastic personal pictures which, most of them, can be found in Looking Up's thread in the picture section. This is the last personal letter from S.L. I found in my old magazines. More pictures, but no personal text from S.L., can be found in Underfoot 1#5, 1#6, 2#1 and Heels & Toes 3#3.
Over to the story/letter
Cave56
- - - - - - -
Dear Sandy,
I must apologize for not writing sooner. I would never have realized that there were people out there waiting for my next letter. I have to thank you for printing my experiences for others to enjoy.
The reason I haven't written to you is that I'm asking myself a lot of new questions of my new power the way my slave feels and the way I feel myself. I trample him unmercifully under my high heels and dreive great pleasure in doing so. I love to watch him tense his body to support me. I love to watch his face redden, I love the sound of his breathing as my heels sink into his flesh. I love the marks on his body from my heels. Why??
Who knows...who cares. I just do it. You love to abuse him, the little voice says. And he does what you want without hesitation. He loves it, I love it. He loves the idea of being beneath me. He want to suffer for me, its his ecstacy and mine. We're lucky, don't you think?
The satisfaction (of him under my pumps, whether I'm watching what I do to him or whether I'm busy with something else as he lies there and don't know where my heel i coming to rest), is unmeasurable. There are times to place each step carefully, then there are times to exempt my actions and pretend he is not there. When I do this, I find that I do things or step in a different manner, not worrying where my heel comes to rest, but seeing the red trademark from it later as I look on his face. Boy that was close, I think to myself as I look at the welt left by my heel just under his eye.
It's gotten to the point where I can't remember what I used to do with my free time before my slave. But now I use him in any way I can. The simple process of walking up the stairs has been transformed into a ritual. He lies on the stairs, face up, and is transformed into my steps to the bathroom. Going up, his cock is the first to feel my weight. As I pull mmyself up his body, the sole of my pump crushes his manhood.
Slowly, my next step is planted on his chest. The weight is transferred and he sighs. I'm not sure if it's because of me removing my foot from his crotch, or because now all my weight is on one foot on his chest with the high heel sinking into his body. The tip of my heel actually disappears into his flesh.
I think the last step must be the most painful. The look on his face speaks for itself. The anticipation of my pump grindning his face beneath it for my satisfaction is a long time coming. The pump comes to rest on his eye and the bridge of his nose. The weight slowly leaves his chest and starts to flatten his face. When I pulled my foot from his chest, the heel was actually stuck in his flesh. Not puncturing through, but swollen around it. Now the last of my weight is on his face as I force my heel through his lips and down his throath. He chokes, I laugh and go away.
Toilet training is a slow process, but it makes me feel even more powerful. He must sit on the floor with his back to the toilet. He leans back until the back of his neck is on the seat and his head is over the opening. Standing on his cock agan, I turn my back to him and look over the shoulder at his face. He reaches up and slowly pulls my panties down over my ass cheeks. Bending at the waist, I have him tell me how beautiful my ass is and how lucky he is that I allow him to be my toilet.
I purposely squat down to just over his face and let him look at my ass and cunt. He starts to beg and plead with me to sit down and release myself. Now, normally I just pee in his mouth because I know that shit can be unhealthy. But sometimes I just can't resist the feeling that comes over me. It's strong and I almost get dizzy with it. I sit and make myself comfortable with my cunt over his mouth. I let a little trickle out and I'm overcome by the moment. Sliding forward a bit, I pull my cheeks apart and put my asshole on his mouth. My shit slides down on his tongue. Standing, I look at him with my shit in his mouth.
"Now slave", I say, "squish my shit between your tongue and the roof of your mouth and let me see it ooze between your teeth." Standing there on him, I laugh out loud as he fulfills my order. What a high I get from watching him do that. Then I turn and finish by washing it down with my warm piss. I don't pee slowly and he can't drink fast enough, so the extra pours over his face and down into the toilet.
His normal feeding is good food. I want to keep him healthy for many years of service. At dinner, you'll see a nicely set table with steak, potatoes and baby carrots. Sliding my chair out, you'll find my slaves dinner on the floor under the table, consisting of the same meal, but arranged without a plate.
I walk in, after working all day, feet tired and swaty, shoes with a days worth of dirt on them. When I get to the table, I proceed to mash his food into the floor. Another great feeling comes over me knowing that while I'm eating, my slave is under the table licking his meal around my shod feet, waiting for me to cross my legs so he can finish cleaning his meal from the bottoms of my shoes.
The thought of him eating the dirt or whatever I stepped in that day, from my shoes is so appealing. One time we were leaving a Dairy Queen when a car full of kids parked next to us just sped off. On the ground next to my car were the leftovers of a half-eaten Sunday with marshmallow sauce. Looking at my slave, I stepped in it, making sure it was all over my shoes, the sides as well. Then I got into the car and mixed it with the dirt from the floor mat. All the way home my slave was looking over at my feet. He spent a good hour licking my shoes and the mat. You should have heard all that dirt crunching in his teeth. I loved it.
One of my favorite things to do when I get an old pair of heels that don't have any life left in them, is to tell my slave we're going shoe shopping. He loves it. On the way to the mall, we stop at 7-11 and by Twinkies. We go into the shoe store and purchase the new shoes. After I bring them back to the car, my slave kneels outside my door and insert a Twinkie into each of my old pumps. Then carefully, he guides my foot into the shoe. It's uncomfortable at first, but worth it. They're usually mashed thin by the time I cross the parking lot. During the next few hours of shopping, I tease him by saying things like, "Oh, all this walking has made my feet hot and sweaty" or "it feels like yor treat is almost done, slave."
As I keep walking, the cream gets a little syrupy and gooey. Once we were in a pet shop when I noticed a little cream squishing out over the top of the shoe, by my instep. Pointing to it I said out loud to my slave, "Look, a nibble." also cathing the attention of a little boy close by. Bending down, I gather the cream on my finger and slowly bring it to my slave's lips and push it in his mouth. Turning to leave, I look at the little boy to see his big eyes and that his mouth has fallen open in disbelies. I mean, holy shit, was written across his face. I turned to my red-faced slave, as we walked out and said, "I think the seed for a new submissive was just planted!"
After returning home, I realax as my slave cleans my old pumps for the last time. After he finishes cleaning the sole, he removes the first shoe. The Twinkie is mashed into the inside of the shoe and you can smell it mixed my foot sweat and the years of dirt. He sets it on the floor and picks my bare foot up to his face (one of the few times he lick my foot), the Twinkie is caked to my foot, through my nylons, in between my toes, my instep and heel. He licks and sucks to remove every morsel from my foot without removing my nylons. This leads to a lot of time sucking, trying to get it out from between my toes, through the nylons. After he has finished with both my feet, he painstakingly cleans the inside of my shoes. I make him do this without using his hans. The look on his face is that of a gourmet eating a fine French pastry, savoring every bite.
Now it's time for my bath. But before I get into the water he had prepared for me, he undresses me and licks my whole body (kind of a prebath cleaning). Parting my ass cheeks, I grab a handful of hair and rub his face up and down on my asshole, making sure that his face smells good for his sleep. Then I make him lick my crack spotless and probe my asshole for any extra food or snack before bed.
After my bath, I climb into bed and tell my slave to get his favorite high heel and tie. He returns and kneels next to the bed. Stuffing the toe of the pump deep into his mouth, I tie it with the tie around his head and the instep of the shoe. Then I fill the shoe with the nylons and panties that I had on that day, right under his nose. Then off to sleep I go with good thoughts of the day and how to put my slave through his loving agony tomorrow.
Well, it's time to go and of course you may print this and the photos I have sent with my permission. If there are any photos you want in particular, let me know in your reply for everyone to read and wait in anticipation, or you may write to my address, which I have included.
Thanks again for allowing me to partake in this fine publication. Still Stomping in Connecticut.
Ms. S.L.