cindy's revenge(old story)

Mar 12, 2012
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well,I found this story,It’s so brutal and Violent,I really love it.

Does anyone know the story of such,Any similar stories?





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!"



"Oh, Cindy! You really do worry me sometimes," Suzanne said in a worried voice. She changed the subject, "What did you want to ask me about Don and are you quite sure you’re ready to listen to the answers?"

"Yes, Mother. I think I really am. I’m really getting fed up with the way he treats me. How do I make him worship me like all those other guys did?" Cindy asked genuinely concerned.

"Doesn’t it seem rather obvious to you?" Suzanne answered with exasperation. "It seems to me that if you want him to be another Johnny, then you should probably treat him the same way you did Johnny." Suzanne was immediately sorry she said that. Knowing the volatile nature of her daughter as she did and knowing how she had put Johnny in the hospital on several occasions in the course of ruining his life physically and mentally while only a teenager - she actually began to feel a little regret for having blurted it out like that. She didn’t like Don but she didn’t want his possible annihilation on her head and more importantly, she didn’t want Cindy to have to go through the same ordeal she did when she was arrested and tried. She knew that her daughter was not homicidal but she also knew that she had absolutely no self control when it came to working a male over thoroughly under her murderous spikes. Cindy was not, by nature, mean and vindictive toward men - in fact, she was sweet, innocent and usually a little shy. It’s just that when she has a man under her feet, something very out of the ordinary happens to her. The sensuousness and the power of that moment in time seem to propel her into another world of sadistic pleasure that leaves her totally oblivious to her victim of the moment - and after she’s had a few drinks, she’s down right lethal!

As if reading her mother’s thoughts, "Mom, you know and I know that if I treated Don the same way I treated Johnny - I’d probably kill him. Johnny was a strong kid. Don is 35 and not in very good shape and besides, I didn’t really care about what I did to Johnny."

Suzanne was glad that Cindy was exercising a little good judgment. "Yes, I know but Don still needs to be punished severely nevertheless. You need to find a happy medium. Can’t you learn how to make him a slave without killing him in the process? Instead of floating away to that sexual, sadistic paradise of yours, try to keep your mind on what you’re doing to his body so you won’t maim him - or worse."

"I’ll try, Mother, but I need your help. How should I punish him? Walk all over him carefully 24 hours a day? It doesn’t sound very practical. He has to work - I have to work."

"As far as working is concerned, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. The insurance company had to pay off when I was acquitted and now the people in Hollywood are fighting amongst themselves to see who can offer me the most money for my story. In short, I’m loaded and there’s plenty to share with you if you’d like to move back in. But on one condition! That asshole of yours has to be your slave! I don’t want him wandering around thinking he’s equal to us," Suzanne said with finality.

"Very sweet of you, Mother, I just may take you up on that. But answer the question - how do I punish him?" Cindy asked again.

"Well, you don’t have to walk on him 24 hours a day. What you have to do is establish yourself as his ruling mistress and make him your good-for-nothing slave. Make Don respect and fear you. Not just fantasy fear during sex, but real honest to goodness healthy fear 24 hours a day. You must make him jump every time you open your mouth. It’s going to require you to punish him severely for no more than a week, probably a lot less depending on how good a job you do the first time. There will be a certain amount of sacrifice on your part during that time regarding getting to sleep as early as you would like to, but I assure you, it will be well worth it. Hurt him badly but be sure he knows that you’re actually holding yourself back from killing him. That should put a healthy fear in him."

Cindy was confused. "Don’s not like the others, he wants to be in charge. That’s why I was attracted to him. He seemed like a real man in spite of his weakness for female feet. He’s not going to let me punish him severely if he’s not in the right frame of mind."


"Yes, very true, so you must always make sure he’s in the mood. Don really is just like the others but other than that first time at the club when you first met him, you never really put him under your heel where he belongs, literally and figuratively speaking, so now you have to establish yourself slowly. When you get home, you must wear your heels or flats right away. I know it’s a sacrifice, but try to keep remembering what you’re going to gain. Don is hopelessly in love with your feet but you don’t exploit his weakness. By wearing sexy footwear, Don will be visually stimulated and he’ll ache for you all evening. By the time you’re ready to kick him, he’ll be eager for it - at least he’ll be eager for it that first night anyway. But after you kick him completely senseless, he’ll be so afraid of you that he’ll probably piss in his pants. Rest assured, however, that no matter how badly you hurt him or
how much you make him fear you, he’ll still be incredibly turned on by you and he’ll let you do anything you want."

Cindy was beginning to get interested, "What else, Mom? I never had to go to any trouble with the others - why do I have to with Don?"

"Because you were always too busy having fun trampling the men who put themselves under your feet to understand or care why they put themselves there. You were always off on your own little power trip - masturbating to the sounds of their pain as you destroyed them. You always did the right thing in spite of yourself, it just came natural to you. You had absolutely no feeling or compassion for any of the young men you maimed and mutilated under your feet and you had no idea what-so-ever that by treating them all like dirt and enjoying it so much, you were fulfilling their wildes, masochistic dreams. They stared up at your beautiful, smiling face with tears in their eyes. They were completely overcome with pain and agony as you blissfully played with yourself. Many of them came dangerously close to perishing under your heels but they worshipped you so much they completely
overlooked the fact that you were trampling their broken bodies into a million little pieces."














"I guess you’re right, Mom. I just never thought of them at all as actual living, breathing things. I used to imagine that they had presented themselves to me as indestructible mannequins and that they were challenging me to see if I could destroy them - asking me to prove I was superior to them. And I always did too! I loved it! It wasn’t always quick but with a little patience and constant kicking, stomping and trampling - I eventually wore them down and ruined them. I liked beating them with whips and belt buckles too but not nearly as much as stomping and trampling them under my mean shoes. I must have learned that from you. It’s not that I was purposely out to tear them up - it’s just that it always made me so incredibly turned on. I felt so sexy, so powerful - ruining their bodies under my feet like they were little rag dolls. It seemed like such a small price for them to pay for the wonderful thrill it gave me. Every time I’d put one of them in the hospital, I always said to their unconscious form, ‘See! You weren’t so indestructible after all were you!? I just destroyed your body with my feet! I won! You lost! Come back when you want to challenge me again!’ And they always did too. I was really hooked, Mom, a regular junkie and they were my suppliers - willingly putting themselves under my spikes begging me to try and destroy them and I was so, so happy to do it. I couldn’t help myself. You taught me that. They were only there to be used and abused by me and that, no matter what I did to them, it didn’t matter as long as it gave me happiness."

Suzanne sighed audibly as she recalled the many pleasant times she had enjoyed trampling her slaves, "Yes, Cindy, there is absolutely nothing else in this world that can compare with the thrill of feeling a man, any man, lying naked and helpless under my feet. Then, as he watches in sheer panic, I lift up one of my spike heels and we both marvel at its quiet and deadly beauty. I hold it for a moment or two high above his pitiful body and try to imagine the pain he’s going to feel as I rip it into him and tear him apart with it. But, of course, I know that I can never come close to imagining how those helpless little slaves must feel or how they can possibly endure it. I say to myself, ‘How on earth can such a soft, frail, breakable piece of human flesh and bone possibly survive the savage and brutal torture my heels are going to inflict upon it?’ I keep getting hotter and hotter as I imagine the horrible things I’m going to do to him. Will this slave perish? Or will I merely maim him as I do most of my others? My curiosity finally gets the better of me so I jam one of my spike heels straight down into that mass of soft, yielding flesh with everything I have. I kick my heel into his fragile body then I stomp him with it! I lift it back up and kick it down into him again and then I stomp it into him again trying to decide which action I like the best! Then I start grinding it into him with absolutely no mercy at all. My spikes penetrate his body over and over! I break his ribs! I crush his larynx! I trample his naked prick under my pointed spikes and then I crush his balls with them - one at a time! He keeps slipping in and out of consciousness.

"And if the poor creature somehow manages to survive, I try to learn the secret of that survival yet knowing that I never will but also knowing that I don’t really give a damn! So I do it again and again, over and over. I laugh out loud and softly caress myself as I look way down there somewhere on the floor under my feet - way off in another world of pain and suffering. I see part of a pathetic face silently screaming and frantically crying out from beneath my sexy shoe. I look into its sad eyes and see mostly abject fear and pain - but it’s also plain to see the love, adoration and worship the little bug feels for me from the depths of his very soul. He knows I’m going to trample him to death and he pleads with me for his life, ‘Mercy, my Goddess!’ he cries with his eyes as he bathes the sole of my shoe with his blood and tears. I am all powerful! I alone control whether this pathetic creature lives or dies. Then, to show how much mercy I’m going to give him, I jump in the air and come down on his face with both feet - breaking his nose, knocking out his teeth and maybe even putting out an eye if one of my spikes comes down on it, but I still don’t give a damn! It’s just a man down there - or WAS a man anyway! Who the hell cares what I do to his worthless body?! Then I casually walk back down what’s left of that body and stomp on whatevermight be left of a prick with my razor sharp spikes as I climax over and over to the silent sounds of the most agonizing shrieks of pain and agony a man can utter through a crushed larynx just before he passes out, or away, whichever the case may be. It’s the most glorious feeling in the whole world!

"We are so powerful, Cindy, we don’t have to tie them up or force them - they just docilely lie there and let us hurt them, maim them and even kill them just because it gives us pleasure and we like doing it."

Cindy was mesmerized listening to her mother and recalling all the wonderful experiences she had had in the past. "So tell me some more, Mom. What makes Don tick?" she asked excitedly, breathing heavily from the pleasant memories, ready to get back into the swing of things. "How do I get him down there like the others? I don’t know if I’m ready to kill him yet but that ‘maiming’ thing sounds pretty good!" she said half kidding and half serious.

"First, let me give you some rules," Suzanne answered. "The first rule is to never let him play with himself in your presence let alone satisfy himself. Don always comes out of his trance after he’s shot his wad. The second rule is to never let him tell you how much is enough. Always hurt him until he doesn’t think he can take anymore and then just keep going until YOU feel like stopping. It’s during this time that you build up the fear in him because he’s no longer in control, YOU ARE! One part of him still wants you to hurt him, but the other part is beginning to panic. You’re also going to do things that symbolize your power over him. Not necessarily causing pain, but causing humiliation like standing over him with your hands on your hips with one of your filthy shoes on his face, making him lick it clean while you tell him what you want done. Put his food on the floor, walk on it with your dirty feet or shoes - then make him eat it. You don’t always have to physically hurt Don to make him worship you. And try to always be in a good mood around him especially when you’re hurting him. He really loves it when he thinks you’re enjoying his pain. Let your sexual juices drip onto his face while you’re standing on him playing with yourself - rub the soles of your shoes all over it - then make him lick it off!"

"Oooh! Luscious! I’ll enjoy his pain all right! It really sounds wonderful and I know you understand men, Mom, but how do you know so much about Don specifically?" Cindy asked a little suspiciously.

"Do you remember that time about six months ago when Don came home late one Saturday night all beat up claiming he had been mugged at the shopping center?" Suzanne said slowly as she felt the need to come clean with her daughter. "He had been mugged all right, but not at the shopping center."



"Of course I remem… Oh, Mom! How could you!? I know you don’t like Don but why did you do that to him. He had broken ribs, a broken nose and two missing teeth not to mention a whole assortment of other bruises and lacerations. Jeez, Mom! He didn’t even go back to work for a week. It cost us a small fortune in doctor bills and missed time from work!" Cindy screamed. "Yes, and come to think of it - that was about the time he stopped complaining about what a bitch you were and actually started saying nice things about you. It’s also when our relationship started going sour. You sure know how to put your mark on a man don’t you, Mom? Even if he belongs to your own daughter," Cindy said sarcastically pretending to be madder than she really was.

"It wasn’t entirely my fault, Dear. He came to the house that afternoon looking for you. I was in the middle of rehearsing my tap number for the charity benefit that night. It was a hot day, the air conditioner was on the fritz so I had the door open to get what little breeze there was. I told him at the door that you weren’t there and turned my back on him to go back to my dancing. I knew you’d had an argument with him and I didn’t want to get in a verbal fight with him over it.

"I went back to the dance room to continue rehearsing and when I looked up into the mirror, there he was sitting on the couch watching me. I was looking pretty damn good if I do say so myself - short black mini-skirt, black net stockings with seams, a black satin top that barely covered my breasts and my little black tap shoes. I don’t know if you ever saw them. They’re pretty tame looking. The heels are about an inch and a half high and a little thicker than regular heels - about an inch in diameter I guess. They wouldn’t hurt a guy if you just stood on him with them but - oh, my - what you can do to a man’s frail face and body when you kick him and stomp him with those hard metal taps! Almost as devastating as kicking him with motorcycle boots!" Suzanne sighed as she reflected about the events of that afternoon."

"You mean he just walked right into your house without being invited and plopped himself down on the sofa and started watching you without saying a word?" Cindy interrupted. She was having a little trouble believing what she was hearing. During their first six months of marriage, Don had made it a point to let Cindy know what he thought of her mother and it wasn’t good.

"Yes he did but only because he thought I was lying about you not being there. When he caught my glance in the mirror, he started coming on abrasively but I could see that his eyes were all over my body - especially my feet. I think he was wondering what my sexy shoes would feel like driving into his face and balls. I definitely had the advantage. I knew from you about his weakness for the divine female foot and his fantasy to be dominated but he didn’t know I knew. I certainly didn’t like his tone or his insinuation that I was lying and I certainly didn’t like him barging into my home so I decided to teach him a lesson. I really didn’t mean for it to go to the extent that it did. Like daughter, like mother I guess. I got carried away. I’m sorry," answered Suzanne defensively.

"I’m sure there’s no need to bore you with the details. I faked an ankle injury, got him to rub it, waited until he was creaming all over himself and then - - - well, you saw him. It must have been pretty obvious what those little tap shoes did to him."
"I don’t understand," Cindy stammered, "Did you drug him, trick him, tie him up - what? Don would never have voluntarily allowed himself to be kicked and beaten to that extent just because you let him play with your ankle."

"Cindy, Cindy, Cindy! You don’t know your mother very well do you? It’s just a simple matter of putting a footslave in the proper mood. It wasn’t instantaneous. It took about a half an hour before I got him to that dreamy, worshipful state of mind. You know I’ve never had to resort to drugs or bonds to make a footslave worship me. Have you?"

"No, I never have and I’m sure you haven’t either, it’s just that Don never let me - -" Cindy let the sentence trail off.

"And you certainly don’t understand your husband very well either. Don is one of those guys that doesn’t start off being a 24 hour a day slave - you have to turn him into one. So far, I’m the only one who’s done that and I assure you, it wasn’t my intention to do so. I swear I haven’t had anything to do with him since I literally kicked him out of my car and onto the hospital steps later that same afternoon."

"Are you sure?" Cindy said sarcastically, "He literally crawled into the house two weeks later with a ruptured ball. His nose was re-broken, in fact, it was smashed flat against his face. He almost lost an eye and most of his front teeth were either broken or missing. He told me he fell down, but he would have had to have fallen out of a plane to do that kind of damage. I don’t suppose you’d know anything about that, now would you?"

"Well now that you mention it, okay, I guess I did kinda work him over real bad - but he asked for it. He really gave me little choice. He kept calling me to let him come over and I just kept hanging up on him hoping he’d get the hint. One day as I was going out the back door to the garage, he came out of nowhere. I was wearing a white halter top with my orange peasant skirt along with my little orange flats and before I knew what was happening, he was kneeling on the sidewalk in front of me. He had grabbed one of my feet in mid-step with both hands causing me to almost fall. He held it to his mouth and started kissing and slobbering all over it. Without thinking, I pushed my foot down forcing the backs of his hands to the cement where I twisted and scraped away most of the skin. When he yelled and forced his head back to look up at me, he had the look of a deer caught in headlights. He managed to pull one of his hands out from under my shoe but I was still able to mess up the other one pretty good. He started begging me to lift my foot off of his hand." Suzanne paused for a second to catch her breath.

Cindy, forgetting all about being mad, was enraptured. "Go on! Go on! Tell me more! What did you do?" she asked breathlessly.

"I did what he asked. I lifted my foot off of his hand and proceeded to stomp his face into the next county with it. I don’t know if I kicked his mouth or nose, probably both, but I distinctly remember feeling something give when the heel of my shoe connected solidly with it. He screamed and fell over backwards onto the grass. I looked down and saw him spitting out a tooth and lots of blood. When I saw that, along with all the fear and pain in his eyes, it made me a little horny in spite of myself. You know how much I love to kick a man to the ground and watch him quivering at my feet. His face had pure terror written all over it. It was absolutely delightful! It made such a perfect target that I walked over and began kicking it like a soccer ball. I just kept kicking it over and over with the toes of my shoes. Mostly I kicked his eyes - first one, then the other. He kept screaming - I kept kicking! And laughing!"


"Oh, Mom!" Cindy interrupted, "Your poor little toes! Remember when I broke my big toe when I kicked Jack in the forehead with my soft flats?" Cindy said genuinely concerned for her mother’s well being and forgetting all about the horrible damage suffered by her husband.

"Oh no, Baby, I was fine. I wasn’t wearing the soft, kidskin flats that you remember. These were a new pair of patent leather ones with very, very hard toes. I never felt a thing but pure enjoyment. I’m quite sure Don did though. Anyway, as I was saying, he kept trying to get up and run but all he could really do was sidle sideways and backwards like a crab in his feeble attempt to get up and escape. I never gave him much of a chance to get away! Each time he would awkwardly attempt to get up and move back out of range, I would lightly skip forward very demurely - I was the perfect little lady -and slam the toe of my shoe into his face so hard that he literally flew back down to the ground. Sometimes he would just lie there broken and bleeding in utter defeat hoping I would feel sorry for him and stop. But instead, I would laugh and stomp down on his face with my heel and tell him ‘you’d better run because I’m really in the mood to hurt you bad. Stomping your face is really turning me on and I don’t intend to stop!’ So then he would panic and try to get up on his hands and knees to run but with his face turned momentarily to the ground, it was the perfect angle to kick him from. Even though I couldn’t see what I was kicking, with that kind of leverage, you can bet it was hard - his head would snap back violently every time the toe of my flat would land somewhere against his face. I must have kicked his left eye pretty bad because he screamed horribly loud and claimed that I had blinded him. I paid no attention to his whining, after all, he was just a man, what did I care howbadly I was maiming him? I continued kicking him for quite awhile longer until he had completely turned himself around and had slid back up onto the sidewalk again.

"You couldn’t see his face anymore, it was a sea of blood and it was gushing all over the cement. His legs were spread in front of me so I figured ‘What the hell!’ and started kicking his miserable crotch with the toe of my shoe. He instinctively closed his legs for a moment to protect his puny manhood. I don’t know if he could see me or not through his swollen eyes but he seemed to look up into my eyes. He either saw, heard or sensed how much I was enjoying myself and I have to admit, my eyes were really shining and I was getting wet from the thrill of the moment - I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t see into his eyes too clearly but they appeared to glaze over with worship and the dumb ass opened his legs back up for me again. He just lay there like that - quietly offering himself up to me like a sacrificial lamb."

"My God! And you talk about me!" Cindy exclaimed. "So what did you do?"

"What would you have done if some pissant male had offered his manhood up for you to ruin? You wouldn’t have disappointed him now would you? I must have slammed my feet into his miserable balls a half dozen times or more with everything I had in me until he began retching and throwing up all over himself before finally passing out. I stopped for a moment to look down at him and gloat over what I had done to him when I noticed the strip of tape across the bridge of his nose for the first time. Even though I had already inadvertently kicked it a number of times, I hadn’t really seen it. It was like a neon sign flashing on and off saying stomp me, stomp me! I waited for him to regain consciousness and when he did, he started puking again so I held myself back temporarily - I didn’t want that slopsoiling the soles of my shoes. When he finally threw everything up and started dry heaving, I stomped down on his prick then marched up his body to stand defiantly on his chest. My hands were on my hips and I felt pretty powerful. I know I was looking and feeling pretty sexy too. I lifted my foot as high in the air as I could and brought the heel down right on that piece of tape - crushing what wasleft of his nose like a dry twig. He started crying and bleeding even more while I ground the remains of his nose under the heel of my shoe. I twisted it with every ounce of strength in me, 180 degrees left, then 180 degrees right - over and over until I literally obliterated it. I flattened it down into his face so deep you couldn’t tell he ever had a nose there. I felt pretty good about myself so I stood there for a few seconds with most of my weight concentrated on the shoe in his face while I savored the moment.

"One of his eyes was uncovered and I knew he could still see out of it even though it was almost swollen shut so I lifted my skirt up so he could see my wet panties a little better. What a horny bastard he is! I had practically killed him and he still got excited by the sight of my wet panties! I daintily curtsied above him as a lady should and thanked him for a lovely afternoon. Then I told him that I was getting a restraining order against him and that if he ever called or came around again, I would have him arrested. I walked on across his face on my way to the garage and just left him there crying, bleeding and vomiting while I drove to the store. When I got back, he was gone. I haven’t seen or heard from him since."

"Wow! That’s incredible! I can’t believe Don would ever let anybody be that cruel to him! He still hasn’t recovered from that beating you gave him. I doubt if he ever will," Cindy said excitedly as she forgot all about being mad. She was much more interested in knowing Suzanne’s secret so she could do the same thing. "Do you think I can ever be that mean to him? What if he’s so infatuated with you - he won’t let anyone hurt him but you?"

"Don’t worry, Don is every bit as much of a masochist as Johnny was and is. He doesn’t care what woman hurts him or how much just as long as she has the proper attitude. He only worships me because I hurt him. The more I hurt him, the more he worships me. Just show him that you don’t care about him and that all you want to do is stomp all over his feeble body in spike heels. He’ll let you ruin him just like Johnny did and then he’ll kiss your feet after you do - assuming he’s still alive and conscious," Suzanne assured her, "There aren’t a lot of men in this world like Don and Jack and Johnny but you’d be surprised at just how many can be turned into that kind of slave. With the proper nurturing, almost any man can be turned into the kind of hopeless and pathetic individual that will gladly lie under your feet and let you kill him just for the thrill of seeing how happy it makes you."


Cindy, of course, had had many variations of this conversation with her mother as well as with herself but the sweet, innocent side of her had always won out - up until now that is! Cindy knew and understood the power she had over certain men - The ones who couldn’t take their eyes off of her feet. She had been down this road before with her stepbrother, John and it hadn’t been that many years ago either. In fact, he still called her at least twice a week begging to be torn apart under her spike heels. Cindy smiled to herself as she remembered the many times she had granted Johnny his fatalistic wish by scarring and disfiguring his face and body while using her mother’s spike heels with the metal tips. She had started when she was only twelve years old and had done most of her bloodthirsty damage before turning ‘sweet’ sixteen. Up until she married Don, she hadn’t been the least bit ashamed of her sadistic nature - she had enjoyed hurting things and people she didn’t like but she had held that side of her nature in check where Don was concerned. Up until now she had been very much in love with him and only used her feet on him when he wanted it - doing only what she thought he wanted her to do. She was always quick to stop when she felt she might be hurting him too much not realizing that stopping was not what Don wanted at all.

"This is really beginning to sound good but what sort of punishment should I do? I don’t want to hurt him too much," she said out loud.

"WRONG! You’re not listening to me! You DO want to hurt him very much, that’s the whole point. That’s why it’s never worked before, you’ve always been too careful with him, afraid you’ll hurt him too much. You must stop thinking of his safety. Here’s something I always did to my slaves. Make him sit on the floor with his back to a wall. Have him put an air mattress or cushion behind his head for support and give him a mouthpiece. You’re not going to do anything to permanently damage him, only things that are extremely painful and degrading to him. I will admit, you’re going to mark him up quite a bit - black eyes, bloody nose and mouth, scars on his body from your heels that will never go away - but what the heck, he’ll love it and so will you. Have him place a chair for you in front of him and then have him get a pair of your flats. Not ones with soft rubber heels and soles, but a pair of thedirtiest, most smelly flats that you own. Ones with very hard heels and leather soles. From now on, whenever he sees you put on a pair of these particular flats at some point during the evening, he will know that he’s done something to displease you and he’s going to be punished later by them. You are now going to kick him senseless with your feet, over and over until you see the fear and worship in his eyes. Make sure to have him smell the inside of your flats and kiss them all over before you start. Take your time to ensure he’s in the proper frame of mind. Don’t ever hurt him badly until you know there is cream in his shorts. When you’re sure he’s sticky, have him put the flats on your feet and start by kicking him slowly but not softly. He’ll hate it if you try to be careful with him. Kick him once in the face very hard and then just smile at him while holding your foot back ready for another kick. Talk to him gently and sweetly. Say something like ‘Did my little foot hurt your face?’ and then kick him hard again. He’ll love it! After you see the dreamy, worshipful look in his eyes, begin to kick him faster. Stop every now and then to let him look at you. Hold your foot back ready to kick him and watch him squirm. Enjoy that fear you see in his eyes."

Cindy was getting excited. This time the sadistic side of her was beginning to make sense. "But what if I break his nose or jaw or maybe ruin some teeth? We can’t afford for him to take time off work let alone the medical costs of fixing him up. Maybe I’ll just ask you for a loan," she laughed.

"Don’t worry, you can’t hurt his teeth or jaw when he’s wearing the mouthpiece unless you kick him when he doesn’t know it’s coming. Always make sure he’s looking at you when you kick him. That way you can’t do any damage and you’ll also create a mistress/slave relationship. It’s extremely effective to have one’s slave look you in the eyes as you hurt him. As far as the nose his concerned, it can only be broken if your heel hits him on the bridge of the nose. If you aim at his mouth with your heels, you’ll probably just cause his lips to bleed as they get cut on his teeth or mouthpiece but nothing else. Possibly the nose will also bleed as the soles of your shoes smash into it, but that shouldn’t cause any major damage. Above all, don’t stop kicking him just because he bleeds, just throw him a rag and then continue. He’ll really worship you for doing it. Believe me."

"I don’t know. What if I knock him out or hurt him so badly, he can’t go to work?"

"Forget about work, I’ll support you two after you train him properly. Besides, you have to
remember, you only need to kick his face for a few days until you achieve the desired effect and after that, only occasionally for punishment when he does something to displease you. You have to be cruel to him if you want to keep him as your slave. If he doesn’t respect you and fear you, then you might as well give it up and keep going on the way you have been. It’s highly unlikely that you will knock him out as he will probably fall to the floor before that happens. But even if you should, that’s even better because he’ll really know you mean business. Can you possibly imagine the tremendous respect and fear he would have for you after he comes to. He’d really have to be a fool to miss work or do anything else that you don’t like knowing the punishment he’ll receive if he does."

"Okay, so when I get home, I just put on a pair of my flats with hard heels for the rest of the evening. Should I say something or put on any other kind of clothes? What else should I do?" Cindy asked.

"There are many things you could do, but they’re not necessary. Just putting on the ‘punishment’ shoes will send him the message. Walk around as you normally do and keep smiling at him. Learn to stop frowning and complaining. From now on, you’ll never have reason to. Try putting your shoe on his crotch, grabbing his hair, pulling his head roughly forward and then whisper in his ear, ‘you’re really going to get it, Baby!’ then give him a big kiss followed by a hard slap. That will really start his juices freely flowing! When there’s other people around and you can’t actually be hurting him, talk to him in whispers and tell him what you’re going to do to him every chance you get. Command him to keep his head bowed looking only at your feet."

"I guess it doesn’t sound that hard but it just seems like there’s something I’m missing."



"I guess it doesn’t sound that hard but it just seems like there’s something I’m missing."


"There is. It’s called ‘attitude’ and you’ve got to get it if you want to keep him as your slave. This is all very new for you so you must keep reminding yourself that you are the only one who counts. Whatever he wants simply doesn’t matter to you. Never, ever think about his desires or comfort. The more you treat him like dirt, the more he’ll long for you. You will be fulfilling his deepest, fondest desires. By taking everything for yourself and giving him nothing but pain and degradation, you will actually be giving him everything he desires. If you should happen to think of him nicely in any way, he’ll resent it and call the whole thing off. You should only be nice to him in front of other people. He will understand that it’s only for appearances and not because you want to be nice to him. All other times, he must be under your feet, or kissing them, or you’ll be slapping him or kicking him. In other words, he’ll be filth under your shoes and you’ll treat him accordingly. Never, ever give him any slack!"

"After some of the things he’s done to me in the past, the names he’s called me, I think I can manage to get the right attitude. But, like you said, I’m new at this where Don’s concerned. What if I don’t always do it right. What’s going to happen? I’m also concerned about his health. What if I hurt him too much and he gets sick or something?"

"You won’t make any mistakes if you have the right attitude but if you should happen to blow it during the first few days, he’ll give you a chance to make it right. He needs to know that you’ll really punish him. You must never fail a second time though! When you let him think you’re going to kick him later with your flats, by all means, DON’T LET HIM DOWN! no matter how tired you are. Believe me, after you punish him a couple of times, he won’t want to test you very much if he has any sense. In fact, he’ll be obeying you so much after a week that you’ll be getting bored by it all. You’ll have to punish him with your flats even when he’s done nothing wrong just for your own enjoyment or as a warning for him to stay good. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly permissible. After all, you’re the Goddess and he’s the slave, you rule his world and whatever you want to do is okay simply because you say so. Think about it for a moment. From now on he never misses any work, he never spends any money without asking you. You always get anything you want and all because you’ve turned him into your slave. Don’t you think all that is worth a tiny bit of risk? Let’s face it, if you don’t make him your slave, you’ll continue to argue and fight from here on out and you’ll probably end up divorced.You make the choice!"

"But earlier you said to smile at him and give him a kiss. Isn’t that being nice to him?"

"Yes and no. It’s not really being nice, it’s being sexy, it’s teasing him by making him desire youknowing he can’t have you. It’s always better to hurt him while you’re being nice to him than when you’re angry. For some reason, that turns him on even more. It’s much better than yelling or complaining. For example, if you come home and see him sitting around and the garbage hasn’t been emptied yet, don’t complain, frown or yell. Just smile or laugh and tell him, ‘Sweetheart, why don’t you bring me my dirty little flats, the ones with the very hard heels. Do it like a good little boy.’ That will put chills down his spine much faster than a grouchy attitude. Another example is when you’re in bed with him. If you alternately slap him and then kiss him and then slap him again over and over, you’ll have him leaking all over the sheets."




















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.











Cindy was quite happy but a little disappointed at the same time. She wasn’t ready to stop punishinghim yet so she was happy that Don was still not ‘out’ yet so he could absorb some more of her vicious kicks to the face. But at the same time she wanted to feel the sensuous rush of exhilarating power she would experience knowing she had sent her 200 pound husband into total blackness using only her tiny, little size five feet. She wanted the thrill of standing in a victorious pose for the camera over his unconscious body with hands on hips and one foot stepping heavily on his motionless,bloody face - pretty much like she was doing right now. She had really expected him to beunconscious by now but he was somehow hanging in there even though there was a foggy, glazed look in his eyes. It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying on her part, but after all, she was only 5’ 2" and just barely a hundred pounds.

‘Mom was right. The little pissant IS pretty tough,’ she thought to herself. ‘I’m practically killing him but I can’t knock him out! He just keeps coming back for more! The more I stomp him, the more heworships me! It’s a challenge but Lord, what a turn on! I LOVE IT!!’ Cindy really wanted badly to stand up on Don’s face with both feet and jump up and down on it as hard as she could but, up until now, had resisted the temptation because she knew she would immediately lose her balance and fallto the floor possibly spraining one or both of her delicate ankles.

"Am I hurting you, Baby?" she teased, knowing full well that she was not only hurting him, she wasdemolishing him. "I’ll bet you’d rather be in the ring with the heavyweight champ right about now, wouldn’t you, Honey? You could go twelve rounds with your hands tied behind your back and you couldn’t possibly sustain the damage to your face that I’m happily doing to it right now with my sexy feet!"

As Cindy sat back down and quietly waited to catch her breath, she wiggled her sexy little finger,motioning him to come forward. Don was barely able to make out the slender index finger with the bright red nail polish wiggling at him.

"Poor little baby, would you like your soft and sexy little wife to have a little mercy on you and stop trampling your mean ol’ ugly face with her sexy little, itty-bitty shoes, hmmm?" She said in her cutest baby voice while giving him a sexy, provocative, ‘Come to Mommy’ wink.

Don was very weak and could just barely see and hear her but he managed to faintly nod his head‘yes’.Cindy smiled tenderly at him as she left her chair once again to kneel down in front of him - carelessly imbedding her knee in Don’s groin pretending she hadn’t noticed. Don let out a groan that was more pleasurable than painful - after all, compared to what he had been enduring from her hard heels, this was nothing. Even though his member was soft at the moment, the sticky mess she felt on her kneethrough his shorts told her that what she had been doing to him this evening had definitely been the right thing to do and evidently she had been doing it to him pretty good. She leaned over and gentlyhelped him to a sitting position. She then placed her lovely hands softly on his cheeks and proceeded to kiss him a number of times very lightly on his smashed lips sending electric shock wavesthroughout Don’s body and immediately turning his flaccid member stiff again. He was suffering almost as much from this erotic tenderness as he had been from the horrible beating he had taken.

But then, just as Don was absolutely sure he had died and gone to heaven, Cindy began to movesexily forward, lingering tantalizingly in front of him while she caressed his face with her beautiful breasts. She began to tease her semi-conscious husband unmercifully by holding both breasts in her hands and sensuously rubbing her nipples all over his wounded eyes, nose and lips while forbidding him to touch them on his own. Each time Don would groan from this wonderful, fantastic and beautiful torture, Cindy would kiss and caress him before going back to the ‘nipple’ torture. Finally, after five minutes of this cruel and erotic game, she turned around and rubbed the back of her silky panties all over Don’s bruised and mangled face before returning to her chair eliciting more feeble groans of pleasure and disappointment from Don. Cindy winked again and blew Don a little kiss as she began to nonchalantly brush her gorgeous midnight-black hair.

"Now! Wasn’t that worth all the pain? Wipe the blood off your mouth and nose then come over here to Mommy and use your mangled lips as a rag to wipe the blood and dirt off the bottom of my shoe while I brush my hair. Meanwhile I’ll consider whether I’m going to leave you in heaven by rubbing my body all over your face and then letting you satisfy me with your tongue - orput you back in hell by ruthlessly stomping your face some more. I’ll bet we know which one YOU’D choose don’t we, Baby?" Cindy giggled like a little girl.

Don let out a huge sigh, almost a shudder, as he managed to find the towel and weakly wipe his face.Sensing that his beautiful wife was finally ready to be satisfied, he struggled to pull himself up and toward her foot relieved that the destruction of his face was finally over. He could still feel her cute little ass through her panties painfully rubbing against his face. He stared longingly at her exquisite breasts inviting him to come forward for his reward. But as he crawled forward to rub his shreddedlips against the bottom of her shoe, Cindy smiled sadistically at his pathetic image and drew her foot back as far as she could. She stopped and held it there for just a brief instant to savor the abject look of horror that suddenly came into Don’s drooping and blackened eyes as he realized what was about to happen to him again.

Right on cue, Cindy stomped his mangled face again - slamming him roughly back into the mattress as though he had been shot from a cannon. She tried very diligently to imbed her heel inside of Don’s eye where it had landed as she ground and twisted it back and forth with all of her might. As she finally started to pull it back, she immediately crushed his lips again by driving her other heel into them, the same lips she had kissed so tenderly and the same lips that had beenallowed to feel the erotic nipples of her beautiful breasts just a few seconds earlier.

She hadn’t actually planned on kicking him again at that moment. She really was going to let him wipeher shoe with his lips but just the sight of his bloody face straining with what little energy he had left just to get his lips on the bottom of her shoe so he could clean it - made her even more drunk with power! She really couldn’t help herself. It reminded her of that erotic incident in her back yard when she was just twelve years old.

Cindy had seen this bee struggling in her pool to get itself to the side and on to possible freedom.Cindy had always hated bees since she had been stung by one three years earlier - even to this day, she hated all bugs and insects. She had waited patiently, watching it struggle up the side of the pool and onto the walkway in front of her. Ironically, she had been wearing white flats that day very similar to the ones she had on right now. As the bee began testing its wings in front of her, Cindy haddemurely lifted her little foot in the air over the bee - daintily pointing her little toe at the target, ‘Shoulda drowned in the water you dirty ol’ bee!’ she had said as she brought her little foot down and began to slowly mash it.

But before completing the job, she lifted her foot up to observe the damage she had done. Cindy giggled as she watched the bee going around in circles with one wing laying on the sidewalk. She then repeated the torture - pressing it a little more into the cement before lifting her shoe again to watch it wriggling helplessly in its last death throes. Finally, she lifted herdainty foot high into the air and sadistically slammed it down squashing the bee between the sole of her shoe and the cement. She happily ground and twisted her little foot back and forth several times as she danced ‘The Twist’ in rhythm to an old Chubby Checker song playing on an ‘oldies’ radio station at the time - a very provocative thing to do for such a young age.

When she had finished,there was virtually no sign at all that anything alive had once briefly existed there under her twisting little foot. And that, incidentally, was the beginning of her 14 year old stepbrother’s road to ruin under Cindy’s feet. He had been sitting poolside getting the front of his pants sticky as he witnessed the bee’s demise under his little stepsister’s tiny shoe - the bottom of which he was made to clean with his tongue later that evening, bee’s remains and all.

Kicking Don in the face as hard as she could right after being sweet to him and making him think he could make love to her - was starting to make her feel just like she did when she had crushed theunsuspecting bee just when it appeared it had gotten itself free. She had even begun subconsciously humming a ‘Twist’ song as she thought of the bee while twisting her shoe savagely into Don’s face.

Being sadistic where Don was concerned, was getting to be as natural as breathing although she stillhadn’t reached the cold-blooded level of years past. She wasn’t quite ready to purposely hospitalize him - at least not yet! But if it were to accidentally happen - oh, well!

"How’s that for showing you mercy?" Cindy giggled at the barely conscious and badly beaten manunder the sole of her shoe as she began brushing her hair once again as though her actions were among the most common in the world. "Pretty mean, huh Slave?" Cindy exclaimed proudly, "Do youlike it when I’m mean to you, Baby? I’m really getting off on it! You should have seen the look in your eye the second before my heel crashed into it! I hope we got it on tape, I want to see it againand again. It was great! You obviously can’t fully appreciate my sexual cruelty right now in your fragile condition but you’ll love it when you watch it on tape tomorrow."

Whimpering, confused, dazed, battered and ruthlessly kicked and beaten - Don shook his head toclear the cobwebs and looked into Cindy’s smiling face. Cindy was on the verge of kicking him out of this world and into another one with her beautiful feet, yet he was falling deeper and more hopelessly in love with her with each kick. He had no idea why the meaner she was to him, the more he loved, worshipped and adored her. His eyes were reflecting that love and worship for this beautiful but cruel Goddess who just sat there smiling down at him, casually brushing her lovely hair as she demolished his face with her beautiful feet seemingly without a care in the world.

"Does this hurt you, Dear?" she repeated as she kicked him in his other eye with the heel of her shoeas hard as she could. "How does it feel, Baby?" Her kicks were very nearly as hard as when she had started in spite of the fact that she was beginning to tire a little. They were still devastating enough to drive him roughly back against the mattress and wreak all sorts of havoc on Don’s unprotected,mutilated face. In fact, the kicks were actually doing more damage now than before as a result ofDon’s weakened facial structure, especially around the eyes, nose and mouth - suffered underCindy’s shoes during her earlier massive face stomping frenzy. Don really felt that Cindy was about to blind him. All he could see was a kaleidoscope of blinding flashes of light, shooting stars and pinwheels as her heels continued to pummel his tender eyes over and over.

"I wish you could talk!" Cindy gushed, "I’d really love to hear you describe for me in vivid detail how much I’m hurting you. How does your face feel, Darling? Especially your poor little eyes? What doesthe pain feel like?" She kicked him again extremely hard directly in Don’s right eye and then looked deeply into it observing the pain and sadness therein with gleeful fascination.

"What thoughts justflashed through your mind as you watched my sexy foot just before it drove ruthlessly into your eye and crushed it?" she continued. "Are you afraid of your cute, little, sadistic wife? I’ve often wondered about the fear and pain I’ve so happily given to all my slaves but I just can’t imagine what it must feel like. If I let you talk, will you describe it for me in glorious, living detail? Will you tell me about your pain and fear and how much I’m hurting you and get me hotter and more excited?" Cindy was so hotand so wet, she could barely talk. She was actually ‘breathing’ the words rather than speaking them - her sexy, dark eyes shining vividly with sexual excitement.

Don let out a pitiful, muffled cry and weakly nodded his head. He really wanted to tell her how muchhe loved and worshipped her but he would tell her about the excruciating pain and damage he was suffering from her shoes if that was what she wanted. And the FEAR?? Don couldn’t rememberexperiencing that horrible feeling of sheer panic before in his life. Cindy’s mom, Suzanne, had actuallyhurt him more, but with her it was just ‘business as usual’. With Cindy, it seemed like hurting him was her whole life. She had already done considerable, maybe even irreparable, damage to his face butshe acted like she hadn’t even begun. And the scariest thing was - the more she ruined him, the more she enjoyed it. The front of her panties made that quite obvious.

He was quite positive he had suffered another fractured nose but he wasn’t sure about his jaw. It might be broken or maybe onlydislocated but he certainly didn’t want to risk any more damage to it by removing his mouthpiece unless, of course, that was what Cindy wanted him to do. It was certain that his delicate eyeswouldn’t be able to hold up much longer to the kind of beating they were taking from the heels ofCindy’s shoes!

Cindy had seen this bee struggling in her pool to get itself to the side and on to possible freedom.Cindy had always hated bees since she had been stung by one three years earlier - even to this day, she hated all bugs and insects. She had waited patiently, watching it struggle up the side of the pool and onto the walkway in front of her. Ironically, she had been wearing white flats that day very similar to the ones she had on right now. As the bee began testing its wings in front of her, Cindy haddemurely lifted her little foot in the air over the bee - daintily pointing her little toe at the target, ‘Shoulda drowned in the water you dirty ol’ bee!’ she had said as she brought her little foot down and began to slowly mash it.

But before completing the job, she lifted her foot up to observe the damage she had done. Cindy giggled as she watched the bee going around in circles with one wing laying on the sidewalk. She then repeated the torture - pressing it a little more into the cement before lifting her shoe again to watch it wriggling helplessly in its last death throes. Finally, she lifted herdainty foot high into the air and sadistically slammed it down squashing the bee between the sole of her shoe and the cement. She happily ground and twisted her little foot back and forth several times as she danced ‘The Twist’ in rhythm to an old Chubby Checker song playing on an ‘oldies’ radio station at the time - a very provocative thing to do for such a young age.

When she had finished,there was virtually no sign at all that anything alive had once briefly existed there under her twisting little foot. And that, incidentally, was the beginning of her 14 year old stepbrother’s road to ruin under Cindy’s feet. He had been sitting poolside getting the front of his pants sticky as he witnessed the bee’s demise under his little stepsister’s tiny shoe - the bottom of which he was made to clean with his tongue later that evening, bee’s remains and all.

Kicking Don in the face as hard as she could right after being sweet to him and making him think he could make love to her - was starting to make her feel just like she did when she had crushed theunsuspecting bee just when it appeared it had gotten itself free. She had even begun subconsciously humming a ‘Twist’ song as she thought of the bee while twisting her shoe savagely into Don’s face.

Being sadistic where Don was concerned, was getting to be as natural as breathing although she stillhadn’t reached the cold-blooded level of years past. She wasn’t quite ready to purposely hospitalize him - at least not yet! But if it were to accidentally happen - oh, well!

"How’s that for showing you mercy?" Cindy giggled at the barely conscious and badly beaten manunder the sole of her shoe as she began brushing her hair once again as though her actions were among the most common in the world. "Pretty mean, huh Slave?" Cindy exclaimed proudly, "Do youlike it when I’m mean to you, Baby? I’m really getting off on it! You should have seen the look in your eye the second before my heel crashed into it! I hope we got it on tape, I want to see it againand again. It was great! You obviously can’t fully appreciate my sexual cruelty right now in your fragile condition but you’ll love it when you watch it on tape tomorrow."

Whimpering, confused, dazed, battered and ruthlessly kicked and beaten - Don shook his head toclear the cobwebs and looked into Cindy’s smiling face. Cindy was on the verge of kicking him out of this world and into another one with her beautiful feet, yet he was falling deeper and more hopelessly in love with her with each kick. He had no idea why the meaner she was to him, the more he loved, worshipped and adored her. His eyes were reflecting that love and worship for this beautiful but cruel Goddess who just sat there smiling down at him, casually brushing her lovely hair as she demolished his face with her beautiful feet seemingly without a care in the world.

"Does this hurt you, Dear?" she repeated as she kicked him in his other eye with the heel of her shoeas hard as she could. "How does it feel, Baby?" Her kicks were very nearly as hard as when she had started in spite of the fact that she was beginning to tire a little. They were still devastating enough to drive him roughly back against the mattress and wreak all sorts of havoc on Don’s unprotected,mutilated face. In fact, the kicks were actually doing more damage now than before as a result ofDon’s weakened facial structure, especially around the eyes, nose and mouth - suffered underCindy’s shoes during her earlier massive face stomping frenzy. Don really felt that Cindy was about to blind him. All he could see was a kaleidoscope of blinding flashes of light, shooting stars and pinwheels as her heels continued to pummel his tender eyes over and over.

"I wish you could talk!" Cindy gushed, "I’d really love to hear you describe for me in vivid detail how much I’m hurting you. How does your face feel, Darling? Especially your poor little eyes? What doesthe pain feel like?" She kicked him again extremely hard directly in Don’s right eye and then looked deeply into it observing the pain and sadness therein with gleeful fascination.

"What thoughts justflashed through your mind as you watched my sexy foot just before it drove ruthlessly into your eye and crushed it?" she continued. "Are you afraid of your cute, little, sadistic wife? I’ve often wondered about the fear and pain I’ve so happily given to all my slaves but I just can’t imagine what it must feel like. If I let you talk, will you describe it for me in glorious, living detail? Will you tell me about your pain and fear and how much I’m hurting you and get me hotter and more excited?" Cindy was so hotand so wet, she could barely talk. She was actually ‘breathing’ the words rather than speaking them - her sexy, dark eyes shining vividly with sexual excitement.

Don let out a pitiful, muffled cry and weakly nodded his head. He really wanted to tell her how muchhe loved and worshipped her but he would tell her about the excruciating pain and damage he was suffering from her shoes if that was what she wanted. And the FEAR?? Don couldn’t rememberexperiencing that horrible feeling of sheer panic before in his life. Cindy’s mom, Suzanne, had actuallyhurt him more, but with her it was just ‘business as usual’. With Cindy, it seemed like hurting him was her whole life. She had already done considerable, maybe even irreparable, damage to his face butshe acted like she hadn’t even begun. And the scariest thing was - the more she ruined him, the more she enjoyed it. The front of her panties made that quite obvious.

He was quite positive he had suffered another fractured nose but he wasn’t sure about his jaw. It might be broken or maybe onlydislocated but he certainly didn’t want to risk any more damage to it by removing his mouthpiece unless, of course, that was what Cindy wanted him to do. It was certain that his delicate eyeswouldn’t be able to hold up much longer to the kind of beating they were taking from the heels ofCindy’s shoes!

"How about this?" Cindy continued, "Do you notice any pain as I do this to your face?" she laughedas she once again slammed her sexy foot into his bruised and aching face with everything she had.

Cindy clearly had absolutely no compassion at all for this piece of trash that called himself herhusband. She felt no pity and in fact, enjoyed his suffering immensely. She observed his limp form with mild amusement. The sight of his bloody, smashed in face staring with glazed eyes at the ceiling pleased her considerably.

"Are you still conscious down there so I can stomp you some more? Can
you hear me laughing at you?" she prodded his balls with the toe of her shoe.

Don had once again slid all the way down the mattress to lie unmoving on the floor, almost passedout but still just barely conscious and still worshipping her with his half-closed eyes. He faintly nodded his head to let her know he was still conscious and that she could continue kicking him if she wanted to. And so she did!

Don was so far gone he didn’t even notice that Cindy had gotten out of her chair to stand over himagain like she had done before after she had kicked him to the floor. He barely saw the bottom of her shoe hovering menacingly over his battered face until a split second before the heel came crashing down like a jack hammer right on the bridge of his swollen nose. If she hadn’t broken it before, there wasn’t much doubt of it now. The crunching sound it made reminded her of glass being ground up in a trash compactor. Blood began spurting freely again and Cindy quickly kicked the towel that was next to her foot onto Don’s face.

"Is that the way Mom did it when she crushed your nose? Do you think my little white flats do a better job rearranging your face or do you prefer Mom’s orangeones?" Cindy taunted. "Don’t bleed on the rug, Dear," she said with a giggle as she calmly returned to her seat and began brushing her hair once again. "Just think! You were a handsome man once upon a time," she giggled some more.

"Do you enjoy being my slave? Groveling at my feet? Having me ruin your face with my cute,innocent little shoes? Look at the pretty ribbons on the toes, or can you see anything?" she teased noticing his closed eyes. She placed the toes of both shoes under her slave’s chin so he could better see the innocent bows up close but, unknown to Cindy at that moment, Don was temporarily gone. That last stomp to his crushed nose while standing over him had finally driven him into the darkness.

"It’s hard to believe that these cute, little shoes can kick your lights out isn’t it?" Cindy continuedthinking he could still hear her. "Just think, they were made for little girls! I wore a pair of shoes justlike these when I was twelve. I used to crush cockroaches and other bugs and then walk on my stepbrother’s face with them. I would make him stick out his tongue so I could wipe the bug juice off their soles. Do you know where I bought these?" she asked and then answered her own question.

"In the children’s section at Pay Less. They fit my size five little feet perfectly wouldn’t you say? Sit back up so I can kick you with my ‘little girl’ shoes some more!"

Cindy had never told Don about her stepbrother and her sadistic past because she had been slightly embarrassed about her crueltendencies but now she felt like she wouldn’t mind telling him the whole story if the opportunity presented itself. She was especially fond of the night about a month after Johnny had seen her crush the bee next to the pool. She had cruelly made her stepbrother get down on his hands and knees that night and lay out his whole collection of model ships, cars and airplanes at her feet. Johnny really loved that collection more than anything else in the world with the possible exception of his little stepsister’s pretty feet. It had taken him more than six years of painstaking labor and love tocomplete it.

Cindy had made him remain on his knees. ‘Now look at my little feet, drool over them and worship them,’ she had commanded as she began to giggle while slowly and very methodically stepping on each and every one of the 37 elegant models several times with her little white flats until she had succeeded in crushing each one so thoroughly that it could never again be repaired. Somewould get stepped on very slowly while others were turned into splinters with one stomp of her little foot. And immediately after destroying each of his classic models, Cindy would point her little toe in John’s direction while still standing on the wreckage and order him to kiss the toe of her flat and tell her he worshipped her. She would giggle and make little comments about each and every one of the models just before she stepped on it while savoring with delight the look of pure agony and despair on her stepbrother’s haggard face. ‘Ooooh, I’ll bet this little Mustang Convertible took a long time to build, huh?’ she teased as both she and John watched in morbid fascination while her little foot slowlydescended upon his beautiful model.

John had looked up at her with tears streaming down his face and begged her pathetically, ‘Please, Cindy, oh please don’t do this - I beg of you!’ John’s pitiful sobs blending in with the sounds of splintering wood and breaking plastic only served to make her enjoy the evening that much more. And when she had finished, she had instructed him to lick the tops of her feet near her toes (because that’s where she liked the feel of his tongue the best). She thenmade him get back up on his knees and kicked him solidly between the legs with every bit of force she could. John had screamed in agony as he fell over backwards heavily onto the wreckage. Cindyhad then proceeded to walk up his fallen body with three quick steps - balls, chest and face and on into the living room to watch her favorite program on TV.

‘Make me a sandwich and bring me a Coke!’ she had called back tossing her long, black hair over her shoulder.

"Hello down there!" Cindy called as she prodded her husband’s balls with the toe of her shoe. Therewas no response - only silence. Cindy smiled joyfully as she observed the unmoving body lying at her feet. "It’s about time!" she said triumphantly to Don’s motionless body as she quickly stood up on her husband to pose for the camera - one foot on his unconscious face and the other on his now limppenis. She stood like that for about five minutes brushing her hair until she heard some faint groans coming from under the white flat on his face.


The glazed look in Don’s eyes as he awoke to Cindy’s shoe stepping down into his face, was not due entirely to fear and to the fact that he had been kicked unconscious by her, but also because he was feeling a lot of worship and adoration for this beautiful creature now standing so regally on his vanquished body. Those feelings too, were showing in his confused eyes along with all the fear and pain. Cindy twisted her shoe painfully into Don’s rapidly growing penis as she walked back to her chair and sat down.

He stared reverently into Cindy’s smiling eyes as he held the towel under his gushing nose. Even though he was dazed and confused and in a lot of pain, she had elevated him to a much higher dimension now. No one had ever treated him like this before and as much as he hadwanted her to stop, he had also wanted her to continue. He had tried so hard not to pass out. He certainly hadn’t wanted to go under and miss seeing and enjoying the ‘new’ Cindy kicking andsmashing his face into the ground. Even though Cindy hadn’t kicked him again since he came to, he was still fighting very hard to stay conscious but he was reeling from the effects of the damage suffered by Cindy’s devastating kicks and stomps and he was feeling very groggy. It definitely felt like twilight time again for Don but he felt compelled to somehow hold his face up for Cindy to kick again if that was what she wanted.

He thought about that glimpse of Cindy’s moist panties a split second before her foot had smashed down on his face crushing and further demolishing his already broken nose. He had even begun to smile just before her heel mashed his nose all over his facebecause he had a brief moment of visual proof that his suffering had made her very happy and very turned on. It had given him great pleasure to make Cindy happy no matter what the painful cost to himself. He remembered vaguely wondering if she were going to keep kicking him until she knocked him out in spite of his efforts to remain conscious. ‘If she does, I won’t care as long as it makes her happy,’ he thought just before he slipped away.

Now as Don lay there fighting not to go under again, his mixed up emotions were very confusing tohim. The careless way she was pounding his face with her tiny feet was scaring him very much and part of him wanted to scream out ‘Mercy’ so she would stop this terrible ordeal but the other part of him knew that if he did, she might never be like this again and his wet, sticky underpants gave visualtestimony that he dearly wanted her to continue no matter what the outcome! He had to make herfeel like she was welcome to do anything she wanted to do to him. He wanted her to know that shecould stomp him into a little spot on the rug and he wouldn’t try to stop her. He just wanted to make her happy and comfortable in her new role but he prayed that she would stop soon and let him try to make love to her with his tongue which, so far, was the only part of his face that hadn’t been annihilated.

As Cindy stared down at her half-conscious slave, she also was wondering how close he was topassing out again. She could see all the worship in his eyes as he stared lovingly up at her but she could also tell he was getting close to going under. She had never seen Don look at her that way before and it made her extremely happy and VERY horny. She had hurt him, knocked him out andcalled him horrible names and he hadn’t even tried to stop her, he just sat there like a good slave and took everything she dished out. It made her want to kick him even more and harder, if that werepossible, because the more she hurt him, the more worshipful he looked and the more turned-on she became.

She looked up at the clock and saw that only forty minutes had passed, it seemed a lot longer. Shehad intended to kick him for an hour that first night but he was obviously not going to make it if she continued kicking him at this hard and fast pace. She wasn’t too concerned about how often she knocked him out, in fact, she knew he richly deserved it and she was really in the mood to do it again and again too! But she also needed his tongue tonight as she was still extremely horny from all the pain she was inflicting on her horny little foot slave’s face. The more he looked up at her with all that love and worship, the wetter she became. And the wetter she became, the more she wanted to slamthe hard heels of her sexy shoes into his bruised and battered face.

She thought about kicking him a little softer but decided that was not a good idea. He would stopbeing the way he was now, he wouldn’t look at her that special way any more and he would definitely resent it if she eased up on him. She really loved the way he was now, especially the way he looked up at her. Easing up on him was absolutely out of the question. She decided she would still kick him just as hard but in between kicks, she would make him lick her bare feet which was one of Cindy’s biggest turn-ons anyway.

Cindy looked down at Don giving him a look that clearly said ‘I’m your Goddess, the queen andruler of your world, and you’re a worthless piece of garbage under my feet!’Don read the look and understood completely what it meant.

She pointed to her wet panties, "Look what hurting you does to me, it turns me on! I want you to crawl over here, remove your mouthpieceand lick the bottoms of my shoes, especially near the toes where all those ants, spiders and other creatures were crushed. Then take them off, and begin kissing and licking my bare feet!"

Don painfully started to move forward again but stopped when he saw Cindy’s sensuous tongue moving over her perfectly shaped lips. She grinned from ear to ear as she drew back her foot as though to kick him again like she had done before. He started to visibly shake with fear now. She had never been this cruel or made him suffer this badly before. Would there never be an end to thisdestruction? He had always been able to control the situation but now he was completely at hisbeautiful wife’s mercy. She controlled everything and he loved it almost as much as she did. Shecould do anything she wanted to him and he simply had to take it, there was absolutely no choice in the matter. He had given her this power over him of his own free will and now, at long last, she had decided to use it and make him pay dearly. Don was beginning to realize his life would never be thesame again.

Cindy was laughing out loud now, clearly enjoying her dominant role more and more as each minutepassed. She watched with amusement as her confused and frightened husband cowered before her not knowing if she were going to knock him out again with her pretty flats or let him lick the blood, dirt and bug’s guts off the bottoms of them. Cindy started to brush her luxurious hair again as she genuinely wondered the same thing.

"What’s the matter, Dear? Afraid I’m going to slam the heel of this innocent little shoe into your eyes, nose or mouth again? I’m seriously considering it, I haven’t quite decided yet - it just depends on my mood. You’ll just have to take that chance because you’re nothing but a stupid idiot! You’re weak, Don! I thought you were different from all those other slaves. I thought you could control how much I hurtyou but in reality, I was stopping myself - you never did have any guts. Look at you! You just sit there in front of me while I literally stomp the living crap out of you and you can’t even stop me because you don’t want to stop me. You’re a slave to my feet just like all those other weakimbeciles! I could sit here and casually kick the life out of you and you’d just lie there stupidly worshipping me while I did it - looking up at me with love and devotion as you took your last breath. I could stomp you into the next world with my little flats or I could trample you to death beneath my sexy spike heels! I’ll probably do it someday, too. Won’t that be a shame? Tsk, tsk. But don’tworry, I’ll have no trouble finding some other slave to maim when you’re gone and forgotten. What a spineless wimp you are! Come forward, Slave and see if I let you lick the filth off the bottom of myshoe! DO IT NOW! OR ELSE!" she demanded as she cocked her pretty little foot menacingly,itching for just a hint of an excuse to stomp his face again.

Her beautiful eyes were shining with great excitement as she debated whether or not to stomp him again. She looked incredibly sexy at that moment. Don was so frightened he was almost ready to pee in his pants, but he had to obey her. She wasabsolutely right - at this moment she could literally do anything her heart desired to him and all he could do was take it and worship her for doing it. He ventured forward slowly knowing with a fatalistic certainty that she was going to pound him back down into the floor again with her sexy foot which he was sure would put him ‘out’ again. He inched forward praying she would allow his lips to reach her shoe. As he inched forward, Cindy suddenly flexed her beautiful ankle and started her foot moving rapidly forward making Don freeze in his tracks as he braced for the impending kick to hisbeaten face. A yellowish stain began to spread over the front of his shorts - his breath caught in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut waiting for the hard kick that mercifully, for some reason, never came - at least not yet.

He let out a huge ragged sigh of relief as he felt his swollen lips touch the rough sole of her shoe. It felt exactly the same way cool water would have felt to a man who had just spent three days in thedesert without a drink. He gratefully removed his mouthpiece and passionately licked the dirty, messy bottom of her shoe knowing that she could just as easily have crushed him with it instead. He continued licking all the dirt and dried blood until Cindy graciously motioned for him to take it off withan arrogant wave of her soft, little hand. Don gently and lovingly removed the sexy shoe from her lovely foot and stared incredulously at the magnificent, soft bottom of her exquisite foot, amazed thatsomething so beautiful and awe inspiring could be so cruel and painful - callously inflicting so muchdamage.

"Lick it good, Baby! Before I change my mind! I want to feel your wet, slimy tongue all over my littlefoot!" Cindy ordered getting hornier by the second.

Don was like a kid in a candy store as he happily rushed to do as he was told, immensely grateful that Cindy had stopped kicking him if just for the moment. Cindy rubbed the soft ball of her foot on Don’s mouth savoring the feel of his warm sticky blood on her bare foot. She held it up in front of his face for him to see.

"Look what I’m doing toyour face. Are you enjoying it, Slave? I certainly am! Lick your blood off my foot! And you’d better do a good job! I don’t want the inside of my shoe getting messy with your blood when I put it back on and start kicking your face again!"

Don jerked as though he’d just had a seizure upon hearing Cindy’s cruel words. She had never beenthis mean before, he didn’t know if he was more turned on by this sexy creature, or more afraid of her but at this moment, he suspected the latter. He began obediently licking and cleaning her lovely foot as Cindy moaned and laughed with sadistic pleasure and satisfaction.

"Mmmm, yes! Better,Slave! Do it better! Make me enjoy this even more or I’ll turn your face into raw hamburger with my spike heels!" Her face took on a deadly serious look as she stared intently down into Don’s fearful eyes a few seconds before speaking, "I mean that very sincerely, Don," she said softly and slowly.


"You have absolutely no idea at all what I’m capable of. I put bigger, younger and much better men than you in the hospital long before I even got into high school and enjoyed every delicious, gorysecond of it. When I get through with you, your own mother won’t even be able to recognize you. If you don’t service my feet just exactly right, I’ll make you lie at the foot of the stairs and of course you’ll be stupid enough to do it. Then - just for the fun of it - I’ll happily jump up and down on your face. But I won’t be barefoot, Baby, uh uh! No way! I’ll be wearing the pink stiletto heels with the gladiator laces that go all the way up to my curvy thighs. I’ll even make you put them on my feet before I do it. You’ll lace them up and tie them for me and then kiss my feet reverently before you put your face under my spikes to have it trampled. I’ll hold on to the banister for balance and everytime I land on your face, my spikes will slide down your cheeks to the floor - taking a lot of your skin with them, I’ll just casually climb back up and jump on it some more until I feel completely satisfiedthat I’ve punished you satisfactorily for not licking my feet properly! You’ll definitely lose a lot of flesh, some teeth and possibly an eye or two - but so what! You can bet that I’ll love every delicious second of it! I can promise you that you’ll always lick them correctly thereafter even if you’re nolonger able to see them!"

Cindy squirmed with delight as she watched the color drain from Don’s face and heard him gasping for breath. She could feel his helpless face actually trembling with fear under her foot as his tongue speeded up considerably. His pants were definitely a darker shade of yellow now.


Don was literally shivering with fear now. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He knew thatCindy meant every cruel word she had said. She was definitely out of control now and he truly feared for his well being. Now was definitely the time to put an end to this debacle! If he had any sense at all, he would stand up and tell her that enough was enough and if she didn’t listen, he would get the hell out of there as fast as his aching body would let him.

Unfortunately, Don had zero sense when it came to being dominated by a beautiful woman’sdangerous feet. He had fallen under Cindy’s deadly spell as easily as he had placed himself under Suzanne’s wicked feet and Suzanne had wasted no time at all depositing him directly into the hospital with them. Don knew that he would end up just as severely trampled by Cindy, probably even critically and maybe even fatally if he stayed - if not tonight, certainly before the month was over - yet he couldn’t move. He might as well have been bound with rope or handcuffs for his mind was certainly under Cindy’s control as completely as it was possible for one person to mentally dominate another.

Don was so frightened of Cindy that he was actually beginning to feel sick at his stomach to go along with all of his other aches and pains. He was no longer in control of his bladder or of his nerves. Heknew he couldn’t leave. He knew he couldn’t stop her from annihilating him with her feet and he had absolutely no idea whether he even wanted her to stop or not. By now, Don had already acceptedhis fate. He just sat there in front of her with a fatalistic attitude waiting for her to finish him with herfeet even though he still held out some faint hope that she might spare him - for at least this evening anyway - as he frantically licked her beautiful bare feet with all the feeling he could put into it.

"Just think, I could have had you down there under my feet all these months! Why was I so foolish? I owe you a lot of suffering! You can bet I’m going to make up for all that lost time! I’ve never seenyou afraid of me before. I like it very much!" She pulled her bare foot quickly back to kick him again but stopped when she remembered that he didn’t have his mouthpiece in. She wasn’t quite sure what made her stop. It was the first time since she had started kicking him this evening that she had shown any concern at all for his well being. She didn’t delve on it very long she just laughed heartily when she saw more color drain from Don’s face. He looked like he was going to pass out just from fear alone.

"You’re really afraid of me aren’t you, Slave?" Cindy asked confidently already knowing the answer."I see you’ve already pissed in your pants," she laughed.

Don was paralyzed with fear as he stared up at the soft bottom of her beautiful, bare foot, especially her dainty heel, aimed straight at his aching and defenseless face. Before he could answer, she barely resisted the strong urge to kick him again and instead put her foot roughly back in Don’s face where he could continue showering it with kisses and massaging it with his wet tongue.


Don labored with love and a greater sense of urgency over his wife’s dainty feet,


his eyes stillreflecting all the worship and love inside of him. He wanted to do as good a job as he possibly could to keep her mind off of hurting him. As Cindy continued regally staring down into his worshipful eyes watching him licking her feet, she wondered exactly what her shivering little worm was thinking. She knew that he was exhibiting some sort of new feelings for her that she had never seen him experience before and she was anxious to find out exactly what they were. "Tell me what you’re thinking, Slave. Tell me how you feel about me each time I slam my beautiful feet into that handsome face of yours, my pet. Convince me that you’ll happily die for me under my feet if that should be my wish. Put into words exactly what you’re feeling."

Don was extremely grateful to be given the chance to spill his guts for her. He had been dying all night to tell her of his great love and adoration for her. He felt exactly like a man on death row who hadbeen given one last chance to earn a reprieve. All he had to do was convince Cindy of his complete and utter devotion to her and maybe, just maybe, she would have a little pity on him.

"I adore you, my beautiful Goddess," he kissed the bottom of her foot slowly and passionately as hestared at her hoping the gesture would further punctuate his words. "I worship the ground you walk on," again he kissed her foot tenderly as he looked at her with a pleading, worshipful look in his eyes. "The more you kick me and hurt me, the more I worship you, my darling," he kissed her other foot as reverently as he did the first. "I ache for you!"

"You sure do!" Cindy laughed, "In more ways than one!"

"I wish I could touch you and kiss you all over but I know I don’t even deserve to lick the dirt off of your shoes," he continued pouring all the love he had into her eyes as he licked and sucked each toe- one at a time. "I would crawl over broken glass just to kiss these beautiful feet!" He again kissed the bottoms of each of her lovely feet as slowly and passionately as he could. "I’m the luckiest man in the world to be able to lick your precious feet like this," he ran his tongue from the heel of her magnificent foot slowly up to her immaculate toes. "You are the most beautiful woman in the universe, I worship you with all my heart, my lovely Goddess!" Don replied with so much emotion, he was almost crying. "And if you should decide to end my existence, I would worship you until the very end," Don whispered, a little surprised that he actually said that and even more surprised that he really meant every word of it.

He continued deeply and passionately kissing and licking the bottoms of her fantastic feet "I neverworshipped anyone before tonight but no one’s ever done to me what you’ve done to me - not in my whole life. The way you’ve carelessly ruined my face without even caring has made me realize that I can never be anything but your complete slave from this moment on! I have no other choice! I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you tonight! The more you kick me and hurt me, themore I worship and adore you! Especially when you know I can’t take any more but you just carelessly kick me as hard you can anyway and then laugh at me because it pleases you! I love it when you’re mean and cruel to me my beautiful Goddess!"

Cindy continued brushing her hair, smiling from ear to ear and savoring every word as Don continuedpouring out his heart to her while thoroughly kissing and licking her feet. "Very well said, Slave! Yes! I like that, I like it a lot. I’ve never seen you like this before and I really like it! I don’t ever want it to stop! I guess that means I have to be mean and cruel to you forever. I have to kick you like a dog and treat you like dirt. No problem what-so-ever! I can handle that quite easily. From now on, each time I strike you, kick you, stomp you or just ask you a question, I want you to tell me immediately that you worship me - even before you cry out in pain unless, of course, you’re wearing your mouthpiece, in which case you can worship me with your eyes. When someone else is around and I tell you to do something, tell me you love me. I really love it when you tell me you love me. I lovebeing worshipped and put on a pedestal so I guess you’re doomed to be in constant pain under my feet forever. I’ll only stop when I need to sleep. You’ll never again have any say in the matter! Speaking of pain! You were going to describe for me the pain and how it feels," Cindy remindedhim.

Cindy’s eyes were shining as she came up with an idea. "No, wait! Hold that thought! I’ve got someother ways of hurting you I want to try first. You can describe the pain to me later when I’m all through or maybe tomorrow. Right now I want to hear ‘I worship you’ as I strike you. God! How I need to hurt you! I just can’t get enough! I’ve got to keep kicking you, stomping you, trampling you, ruining you until I drop from sheer exhaustion," Cindy gushed with the excitement of a school girl.

"I’m going to slap your face as hard as I can and you’re going to tell me how much you worship me each time I hit you. I don’t want to hurt my soft, sensitive little hand on your hard, ol’ face so handme my little flat, Darling!"

Don flinched visibly. Not so much at hearing her chilling words, but at her schoolgirl excitement and exuberance - as though she were getting ready for her first date instead of getting ready to crush himunder her feet along with all the other many ways she was going to hurt and humiliate him. He picked up the little shoe tenderly and handed it to her with fear and uncertainty.

She put down her brush, took her foot away from his lips as she took the shoe from his hand. Shethen reached over and grabbed his hair with her other hand pulling him roughly forward slamming his face against her knee as she brought it up to meet it. Don cried out with pain. "What are you crying about!?" she pouted, "You’re hard face just hurt my little knee! Plus, you didn’t tell me youworshipped me. You’ll pay for that!" Then, holding her shoe at the back, she jerked his head back and struck him across the face with the sole as hard as she possibly could, hitting him mostly on the cheek but also hitting his bruised lips as well. The loud crack against Don’s face sounded like a high caliber rifle going off. Don yelled pitifully from the pain as Cindy sat there smiling into her slave’s frightened but worshipful eyes still holding him by the hair with one hand and holding her sexy shoe in the air with the other - ready to strike his face again. "Well?!!" she said waiting impatiently for his response.

"I worship you my beautiful Goddess!" Don said choking with emotion - his face burning andthrobbing from the hard slap. Cindy laughed sarcastically at him "I’m going to beat you with my shoe!" she said, "I’ll teach you what happens when your face hurts my knee!" She hit him again with the sole of her shoe as hard as she had the first time. This time she struck mostly on Don’s ear creating a very loud ringing sound which reverberated through Don’s already aching head.

"I worship you so much!" Don screamed again with pain as he stared longingly into her beautiful,flashing, dark eyes.

"Of course you do, you little insect!" Cindy giggled. "I want to hurt you so bad!" she cried as shestruck his face again. "I love hitting your face so much!" She struck him once more. "When I get through playing this little game, I’m going to stomp you some more, you slimy piece of garbage!" she yelled again as she struck his fiery red face a fifth time staring defiantly down with contempt into his frightened, painful and worshipful eyes now watering profusely. Don continued to scream the words that Cindy desired to hear each time she struck his face. Cindy was enjoying this new form of tortureas she pulled his head sharply forward while at the same time bringing up her other knee to meet it.

Don yelled, ‘I worship you,’ and would have landed flat on his back except that Cindy hadn’t let goof his hair. "Ow!" she said with a little pout, "Now you’ve made me hurt my other dainty little knee against your face."

Don screamed over and over again in terrible agony. "Oh, please my beautiful Goddess. Please don’thurt me any more. Have pity on me, I worship you so much!" Don pleaded with her, practically crying.

Cindy was really getting into this. She had Don exactly where she wanted him, doing all the things he should have been doing all along. "So! Now you’re begging me! I guess you’re taking me a littlemore seriously aren’t you? I’m really enjoying your suffering, Slave, and I do love seeing that fear in your eyes. It’s really turning me on! Especially hearing you tell me how you feel about me - how much you worship me."

"You want some pity? Okay!" She let go of his hair with her left hand and took the shoe out of herright hand. "Worship this, Scum!" She laughed, slapping him twice in succession on the other side of his face.

Don screamed again in pain and told her how much he worshipped her.

"Stick out your tongue!" Cindy commanded and Don obeyed without hesitation. Cindy beganscrubbing the gritty bottom of her shoe all over his tongue as though trying to remove an invisible stain. "You’re just not being hurt enough, not like before," she said as she turned the shoe around and struck him twice on the cheek bone with the hard, flat heel. "Wasn’t that nice of me to hurt you with my sexy white flat in a different place? Hmmm? I felt a little pity for you," she teased as she put the inside of her shoe over Don’s nose. "Smell the inside of my shoe, Slave! Smell where my little sweaty foot has been! Take a big whiff and then kiss the insole where my pretty, little foot stands!"

Don breathed deeply and Cindy could see his penis jumping under his shorts. He then tenderly kissedthe inside of her smelly shoe where the bottom of her foot had left its indentation. Cindy pulled it away smiling and dropped it onto Don’s lap. She then placed the blood-red fingernails of both hands just under his eyes and raked them viciously over his cheeks, down his neck, continuing to just below his nipples leaving eight, thin trails of blood in their wake. Don wailed pitifully as she put her bare foot back on his bloody face to be kissed.

"I worship you my beautiful Goddess!" Don stammered as he wondered what his face looked likebut thankful that she had put her soft foot back again which hopefully signaled the end of his pain, at least temporarily. Feeling the hot, stinging sensation where her nails had raked him, he continued where he had left off before, reverently kissing and licking her beautiful foot feeling more worshipful than ever.

A few more minutes went by with Cindy twisting and stretching luxuriously like a well fed cat as she lazily and sensually rubbed both of her bare feet softly all over Don’s aching, mutilated face. She hadtemporarily forgotten about hurting her pathetic husband as she savored and relished the feel of his tongue all over the bottoms of her feet. Don continued kissing and licking them with every bit of feeling he could muster. The way she was caressing his face with her feet reminded him of the tender way she had treated him earlier with her nipples. Though immensely turned on by his wife’s actions,he was clearly in a panic knowing he had to keep Cindy in her present frame of mind to avoid any further damage to his face. It seemed to be working - he could see Cindy getting extremely hot especially when he licked the soft area on the top of her lovely feet just above her toes!

"Enough!" she said with authority clapping her hands crisply. "You’re making me extremely HOT! I want your tongue inside of me, IMMEDIATELY! Go get my red pumps, the ones with no tips on the heels and be quick about it if you know what’s good for you!"

She pulled her foot out of Don’s hand and away from his lips and as he struggled pathetically to his knees, she proceeded to kick him in the mouth with her bare heel, not completely as hard as shecould, but hard enough to hurt him and drive him back into the mattress and down to the floor again. The kick was not intended to be painful - it was intended as a warning. She was caring less and lessabout whether or not he had his mouthpiece in. She stood up, spread her legs apart and stretched lazily raising her arms high over her head so Don could look up at her and admire her lithe, beautiful body. Then she slowly walked over to where he was lying, placed her hand against the wall for support and proceeded to stand up on his throat with the tiny, bare heel of one sexy foot while lettingthe other one dangle delicately over his frantic face. Even though she weighed only a hundred pounds, Cindy had had enough experience to know that by placing her bare heel on a man’s Adam’s apple and by bouncing relentlessly up and down on it for awhile, a hundred pounds was more than
enough to cause the flow of air to cease rather abruptly.

There was a time, a few years ago, when she had ruptured a slave’s larynx the exact same way except that, instead of being barefoot, she had been wearing little, yellow T-straps with short and somewhat thick, one inch heels at the time. It had made Cindy ecstatically happy when it ruptured because Tod, a twenty year old college student, hadhad a very irritating, high-pitched scream that annoyed her very much whenever she would trample his naked groin under her murderous spikes. From that day forward - until she stopped seeing him - he could only scream with his eyes. Cindy wasn’t the least bit concerned about whether it might happen again. She was much more concerned with putting a very healthy fear into her slave. "I wantthat tongue of yours inside of me! As soon as I stand down and let you breathe, you’d better move and move fast! Is that perfectly clear!?" she stomped the bridge of his crushed nose with her pretty, bare heel to punctuate her command then went back to bouncing up and down on his throat as she thought about Tod with a devilish smile on her face.

Don couldn’t talk so he just grunted as he lay there worshipping her until it started becoming more and more difficult to breathe. He began thrashing around, completely unable to breathe now. Hestarted making sharp rasping sounds as he tried desperately to get some air while Cindy just looked casually down into his panic stricken eyes and smiled. She continued bouncing quietly up and down on his throat with her soft heel paying no attention to him while Don clutched frantically, but gently, at her ankle. He worshipped her far too much to cause her any kind of discomfort, he just wanted to let her know that he was begging her for some air. He tried to say ‘mercy’ - he was desperate now - but nothing would come out of his mouth but squeaks.

Cindy knew that he was begging her and trying to say his ‘safe’ word - she could see his lips formingthe word ‘mercy’ but Cindy wasn’t in the mood for ‘safe’ words. Besides, she knew from experience that he still had a few more seconds left before passing out and she dearly loved exercising her power of life and death over him. She stopped bouncing for a moment and proceededto put her other bare foot harshly down on his swollen lips though still keeping almost all of her weight on the other heel in his throat. "Lick it and kiss it like a good little slave and maybe Mommy will let you breathe if you please her!" Cindy looked down into Don’s eyes bugging out of their blackened and bruised sockets and laughed sadistically into his bluish face.

Don began to frantically kiss and lick her foot as though his life depended upon it. Maybe it did! He kept stroking the tops of her feet tenderly while desperately trying to say ‘mercy’ but absolutelynothing was coming out. He had now gone almost a minute and a half without being able to take a breath yet he continued to service the beautiful bare foot on his face. He knew he had to do it well - it was his only chance!

Cindy finally relented and started shifting her weight to the foot on his lips thereby relieving themassive pressure on his throat. Don frantically began a ragged inhalation of breath but before he could complete it, Cindy laughed and stamped her heel back down on his throat rendering his voice completely useless, at least for the moment. Fortunately for Don, it wasn’t ruptured and not too severely damaged. Then after stomping her other bare heel down into his mouth, she stepped slowly down and walked sexily over to the bed and lay down on her back. "I’m really ready, ready, readyfor love, Daddy," she sang in the singsong voice of a little girl.

Don was coughing and gagging as he lay there forcing sweet air into his lungs. He was euphoric! Hecould breathe again! "Oh, thank you! Thank you my beautiful Goddess!" he half squeaked and half whispered with absolute sincerity. "You’re so beautiful! I worship you so much!" Don whispered
hoarsely as his eyes followed her beautiful body to the bed.

He tried not to waste any time but considering his battered condition, he was lucky to be able tomove at all - let alone fast. Still choking and trying to get a full breath of air, he got up as quickly ashe could under the circumstances, moved fairly rapidly to the closet and retrieved the deadly red spike heels with only jagged metal protruding from the tips of the heels. He tried not to think about what they could do to his skin, especially with Cindy being in the kind of mood she was in. Right now he was more concerned about getting back to Cindy soon so he could try to please her any way he could. He definitely didn’t want to make her wait any longer than she had to! It might prove to be afatal mistake!

Cindy had used those same heels on him many times before at his request but with the rubber tips still in place. She had always been fairly gentle with them, leaving only a couple of faint scars on theinsides of his thighs and not much more. But now Cindy was a changed woman. Considering the way she had just abused him so severely, kicking him into unconsciousness with her feet, then almost choking him into unconsciousness as well, he couldn’t be sure what she might do with these lethal red weapons.

As he approached the bed carrying her sexy red shoes with reverence, he stared down at herbeautiful form. ‘Why didn’t I enjoy this before when I had the chance?’ he thought to himself as he stared down at her with love and worship in his eyes. He saw Cindy’s mouth widening in a mischievous grin. She had obviously read his look and his thoughts and it made her feel very sexy,very powerful and very much satisfied with her accomplishments this night at poor Don’s expense.

"Go ahead, Baby. Look at my body and enjoy it. I’ll let you touch it one of these days when itpleases me to have you do so. And when I do let you, you’ll pay a very dear price afterward for the privilege." Cindy’s grin grew wider when she saw the obvious disappointment and fear in Don’s eyes. He so desperately wanted and needed to touch her tonight. "Serves you right, Slave! You hadme - now you’ve lost me. From now on it’s Cindy’s pleasure and Don’s pain and suffering - 24 hours a day! What do you think of that, Slave?"

"I worship you, my Goddess!" Don managed to reply in ragged croaks as he had been instructed todo, tormented and almost out of his mind. He was on the verge of tears even though his cock was as stiff as it could get and the front of his shorts was completely saturated with equal amounts of cum and urine. He was afraid, he was sad, he was mad at himself for having blown it with his wife but he was more turned on this night than he had ever been before in his life. He wasn’t turned on as much by the pain as he was with Cindy’s superior, dominant attitude and the way she kept hurting him with almost fatal severity having absolutely no remorse or guilt about how close she was coming tocritically injuring him - only joy. His face was throbbing, especially his cheeks, lips, eyes and nose and his head was literally pounding from the horrible beating his wife had just given him. His voice still hadn’t returned to normal and he was very miserable but he was very much in love with her. The more she hurt him, the more he loved her. All his life he had been selfish. He never had any selfdiscipline and he had a very short temper. Now it was ‘pay back’ time and Don resigned himself to it. He knew he deserved everything Cindy had done and was going to do to him in the future - andmore. As fearful and uneasy as he was, part of him prayed that this beautiful Goddess wouldn’t get soft and let him off the hook. He didn’t want to go back to the way he was. He respected and feared his lovely Goddess. Something he had never done before. If only he could service her a few more years before she maimed him permanently or worse.

"Lick my feet some more, Sweetheart! I’ve cooled off a little bit. Make me as hot as I was before,"Cindy cooed softly. "Before you start, turn the camcorder around!"

"Yes , my beautiful Goddess. I worship you so much!" Don replied passively in a now faint andsqueaky voice not believing his ears, she had actually called him ‘Sweetheart’. Maybe she still cared. He adjusted the camcorder then quickly bent down and began lovingly licking her feet, hoping that she would get turned on enough to let him satisfy her and forget about hurting him anymore that evening.

As much as he loved the new, cruel Cindy and as much as he truly worshipped and adored her, shehad never been this mean to him or hurt him this much before and he was not at all sure he could take any more pain without passing out again.

He had been licking her perfectly shaped feet feverishly for about five minutes without having been kicked too hard, he was beginning to think the worst was over. Cindy had been lying there sighingand making contented sounds, "Oh, yes! Like that! Like that! Keep licking my feet like that! You’re really making me hot!" Occasionally telling him to do a better job by kicking him in the face with her bare foot, not as hard as she could have but hard enough to hurt him more than a little because of the previous damage she had done to him. But she had really only intended the kicks as love taps andgentle, affectionate prods.

After a short while, Cindy began to feel the urge to create more pain. "Okay, That’s enough, youworthless piece of scum! Say your prayers, Baby! Put the high heels on my feet - then crawl up here and satisfy me with your tongue while I entertain myself by ripping the skin off your back with my beautiful spikes! RIGHT NOW!" Cindy commanded, kicking him squarely in the mouth with her bare heel -much harder this time to make sure he understood that he was to do her bidding this instant without wasting any time. She was feeling extremely sadistic at that moment which was, in turn, making her extremely horny.

Shaking with fear at Cindy’s change of mood, Don hurriedly slipped the red leather, five inch highheels on her beautiful feet taking a moment to subconsciously finger the jagged metal protruding from the tips of the deadly spikes, kissing the soft area just above her toes as he did so. With a ragged sigh, he quickly moved forward until his trembling hands were touching her panties. There was a sudden intake of breath as he felt her luscious soft flesh beneath the satin fabric. He had been achingto touch her ever since she had arrived home that afternoon and this was the first time all day that he had been allowed to touch his lovely wife anywhere except on her beautiful feet and sexy shoes. The sensation was electric and overwhelming. He let his shaking hands linger there a few seconds to savor the feeling as long as possible.

But sensing that Cindy was growing impatient and might seriously injure him even more than before,now that she was wearing her wicked spikes, he started to slowly pull the silky-soft panties down over her velvet-smooth legs, softly caressing and worshipping her soft skin as he moved them downward, and finally over the lethal, but sexy looking spike heels. The blood red of her leather pumps contrasted sharply with the delicious, milky-white softness of her exquisite feet.

He was moving a little slower now but Cindy was actually being rather patient with him, enjoying hissexually aroused torment. It was easy to see that Don was dying to touch her all over and was doing everything in his power to make it last. Don had never acted that way about her body before and Cindy was extremely happy and content to watch his obvious torture brought on by just the touch ofhis fingertips against her legs.

"You’re dying to touch me aren’t you, Slave?" Cindy smiled wickedly anxious to start hurting himagain.

"Yes, Goddess. Very much! I worship you!" Came the earnest, hopeful reply in a hoarse whisper.

As much as Cindy would have enjoyed feeling his touch all over her body, she was enjoying terrifyinghim and making him suffer even more. There would be other times to let him become intimate with her and the waiting would make him enjoy it even more if that was possible.

"Sorry, Baby! You’re just a pathetic piece of garbage!" Cindy sneered. "You’re not good enough!You’ll NEVER be good enough! Right now I want your tongue down there satisfying me! Even that’s much too good for you but what can I do? I need my pleasure and you’re the only one around!" Cindy said, pointing to her wet pussy. "Get to it! Now! If you don’t make it the bestorgasm of my life, I’ll turn your face into a bloody trampoline under my spikes!" In the past, Cindy had been a lot meaner and had hurt a lot of men much worse than what Don was experiencing - but never had she felt so completely dominant before in her entire life. At least not with someone she had once cared about. It felt wonderful!

Don was again visibly shaking with fear and he knew that he must please his Goddess any way shewanted him to but he still held out a faint hope that she would let him kiss, lick and fondle some of the other heavenly areas of her fantastic body before she was through with him for the evening.

With a deep sigh, he began to lick her clitoris praying that he would do it well enough to keep herfrom literally kicking his head off again or worse yet - carelessly trampling his face with those deadly red spike heels. Don instinctively knew without having to be told, that from now on, when Cindy
became hot, she would not tolerate anything but perfection. If he failed to satisfy her properly, Cindy would tear him apart, rip the skin from his body with her spikes - and then crush his balls as easilyand carelessly as the ants, spiders and cockroaches she always crushed to death under her feet. He never knew until now, why she had always tortured them under her feet before killing them. His heart was pounding frantically as he moved his tongue over, around, inside and out as rapidly, but softly, as he possibly could. He continued to pray that it would be good enough to please his Goddess.

Don was doing a pretty good job for now and Cindy was enjoying her slave’s tongue quite a bit soshe temporarily put off hurting him at the moment, she was much more interested in getting satisfied; However, she didn’t want Don to think that he was doing that good a job so she decided a little prodding from the jagged tips of her spike heels would be a good idea just to keep him from slackingoff and losing interest. Besides, she was still feeling sadistic and liked being evil. This was a brand new experience for the two of them to share and she needed to set a precedent. Cindy also knew from experience that when she had hurt her slaves in the past, they always did an even better job of satisfying her. Fear was an excellent motivator.

As Don lay on his stomach stretched out between her nicely shaped legs feverishly working histongue over her wet clitoris, Cindy moved both legs up over his shoulders and casually stabbed her heels into his back. Cindy knew that his back, along with the palms of his hands, were two of the most sensitive and vulnerable spots on Don’s body. For her to create agonizing pain there with her heels would be quite easy.

Don arched his back in pain as he screamed pitifully into Cindy’s vagina but he knew he’d better notstop tenderly and lovingly licking his beautiful wife to climax. Don knew that his horrible pain and suffering meant absolutely nothing to her! Cindy’s happiness and pleasure were of tantamount importance - nothing else in the world mattered even slightly where Cindy was concerned! They both knew and understood exactly what he was here for. He was nothing more than dirt under his magnificent wife’s feet and he was completely hers to do with as she pleased. His only purpose in life was to give Cindy pleasure which, at this moment, translated to softly caressing and satisfying her with his tongue - to do whatever she wanted him to do no matter what kind of horrible agony she put him through for whatever added pleasure it might happen to give her.

Cindy was concentrating on Don’s talented tongue so she had absolutely no idea how badly hercarelessly placed spikes were ripping up her slave’s back - nor did she care. She wasn’t consciously trying to hurt her loving husband at this moment. Nor was she trying ‘not’ to hurt him, she was only moving her sexy legs sensuously back and forth in rhythm with Don’s obedient tongue. The fact that she was also scraping the jagged metal tips into his tender, yielding flesh was only incidental. She only knew that Don would continue to obey her desires and somehow manage to endure the pain. ‘Who cares!’ she thought as she sighed softly, lazily raising her arms high above her head in a languid stretch - purring like a pampered kitten. The pain was Don’s problem - not hers. "Make me happy,Darling," she sighed softly observing the look of pure agony as well as exquisite ecstasy on her obedient slave’s face.

After a long while - still not satisfied, Cindy’s mind drifted back to the red spikes on Don’svulnerable back. "What do you say, Slave?" Cindy breathed huskily, pushing the jagged points of her heels cruelly down his back until she couldn’t reach any further. She was incredibly turned on now, feeling very powerful and omnipotent as she ran her fingers through her luxurious, long hair. She wanted and needed more stimuli from the painful cries of her doormat husband. She loved to hearhim scream in pain while enjoying the feel of his tongue on her clitoris as she casually and effortlesslyscarred his tender back for the rest of his life under her five inch, jagged, spike heels. "Still worship me? Hmm?"

It was just an involuntary reaction! Don hadn’t meant to jerk his head up from the unbearable pain to look into his beautiful Goddess’ shining eyes. His face told a story of hideous torture, a scream wasforming from the depths of his soul as her heels slowly gouged out his flesh all the way down his back. "Ahhhh! Pleeease, Goddess! I- I w-worship you s-so, so very much! Arrrgh! Please, I worship you, I worship you!" Don wailed in obvious pain and agony praying she would stop and lethim lick her some more. Why did she need to be this cruel to him? Did he deserve this kind of punishment? He didn’t know. The only thing he did know was that he was going to keep getting itwhether he deserved it or not.

Cindy stretched and yawned casually then stared him straight in the eye, sexually turned on by thehorrible suffering going on in his face. "Really?" she smiled. "You really worship me that much? Then why did you stop licking me? I was enjoying it very much but you stopped just because I hurt you. You were only thinking of yourself. That’s very selfish of you. I think I’ll hurt you some more!" Cindy said as she licked her lips very slowly and sensuously letting Don observe her complete enjoyment ofthe scene. "You’d better learn to do what I desire when I desire it, Slave! Pain or no pain!"


Cindy smiled and lifted her high heels out of his back pulling them up in front of Don’s terrified face. Don could see pieces of his skin and little droplets of blood on the tips of her heels. Cindy’s goal was to push him well past his breaking point - to make his soul hers forever. The best way for her to accomplish that was to continue savagely hurting him while laughing in his face at his pain. "You know, Slave, your agony is really turning me on! Let’s see if you still worship me after I do THIS to you!"

Don watched in fatalistic horror, unable to move or help himself in any way as she placed the jagged tips of her heels on both of his cheeks a couple of inches under his eyes and twisted them back and forth unmercifully, laughing into his pathetic face while he suffered from Cindy’s cruel torture. Don was only able to catch small glimpses of his wife’s beautiful face as the dirty soles of her sexy shoes scraped back and forth against his eyes and forehead like windshield wipers while she ground the jagged heels back and forth into his cheeks. He continued to stare at his beautiful wife each time her face came briefly into view as he wailed and cried out in anguish, but still worshipping her with his eyes absolutely unable to take them off hers during those quick glimpses. He was so incredibly turned on by her extreme cruelty that he was coming extremely close to ejaculating without even touching himself.

Cindy was grinding Don’s face so hard that his head was being forced backwards. "Keep your face where it is!" Cindy said angrily. "Push it hard into my heels! Don’t make me work so hard to disfigure you!" Don, of course, painfully did as he was told, willingly and masochistically impaling himself on her spikes. After about a minute and a half, Cindy took her heels out of his face and looked admiringly at the two bloody holes she had just made in her slave’s cheeks - very satisfied with herself. Actually, it had been Don who had done most of the work at Cindy’s ‘request’. Don released a very audible sigh of relief as he felt the spikes being removed from his skin. The Goddess placed them on his lips without saying a word but still smiling that beautiful and wicked smile of hers. Don didn’t need to be told, he immediately began kissing, licking and sucking on the jagged tips of her heels over and over until she pulled them away and placed them back on his cheeks again just under the two bloody holes she had just made a few moments before.

Cindy licked her sensuous lips in eager anticipation as she twisted her heels again into her abject slave’s beaten face while Don fatalistically pushed his ruined face against them as Cindy had instructed him to do to be further annihilated. Cindy was enjoying herself, mildly amused as she intently studied the tips of her heels grinding away and then disappearing into Don’s skin - in the same manner she always studied the twisting and writhing bodies of the insects she tortured under her feet just before killing them. Her beautiful, pouting lips formed into silent ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ while she admired the pristine beauty of her sexy feet as they effortlessly scarred Don’s face beyond recognition. She listened happily to his screams in perfect unison with the horrible agony etched on his haggard face as he continued to obediently push it into her spikes assisting with his own demise. It was as though she were watching her own version of ‘Beauty and the Beast’, but in this movie, she and her feet were both the ‘Beauty’ AND the ‘Beast’! "You’re hurting yourself against my feet, Baby, just to please me! I really like that!" Cindy cooed.

As she watched her red heels doing their devastating and permanent damage seemingly in slow motion, she smiled again and said loudly enough to be heard over Don’s horrible screaming, "Are you suffering under my heels, Darling? I mean really suffering with terrible pain and anguish all from my beautiful, tiny, little feet?" she didn’t wait for an answer, "That’s a real phenomenon because your rough, hard face isn’t hurting my soft, tender feet in the slightest. They don’t feel any pain or discomfort at all even though you’re pushing your mean ol’ face into my poor little feet harder than I’m pushing my poor, little feet into your mean ol’ face. Now why do you suppose that is?" Cindy smiled. "Now that I think about it, there is a small amount of pressure on the heels of my little feet as they press against the insoles of my sexy, unyielding, spike heels as they in turn twist into the very, very yielding skin of your pathetic face. But it’s more a feeling of pleasant sensuousness than a feeling of discomfort. Actually, they feel absolutely wonderful!" she said calmly and matter-of-factly. Cindy continued conversing with Don as though he were a professional colleague engaged in the discussion of ‘Cause and Effect’.

Cindy continued grinding away as she stared at him in wonder - quite proud and pleased with herself, after all, Don was a big man - well over 200 pounds. For such a petite lady to have done this kind of damage and devastation with virtually no effort at all on her part was really quite remarkable and very pleasurable.

"How does it feel my very ‘macho’ husband? To be torn apart by such tiny and sexy feet! You’re really pathetic, aren’t you?! I’m scarring you for life! Maiming you! Practically killing you! And you can’t even think about stopping me. You even help me hurt you! I’ve kicked you senseless! Knocked you out! Gouged out your flesh with my nails and heels! Crushed your nose flat against your face! Almost ruined your voice and you just lie there like the beaten dog you are and worship every move I make. You’re not a man! You’re an insect to be crushed to death under my sexy shoes!"

Don agreed with every word as he stared lovingly at her while listening to her calm and melodic voice. He was suffering exquisitely under her spikes and loving every minute of it. Every now and then his suffering would subside temporarily as his screams would slowly turn into groans and then into moans of ecstasy as he found himself being hypnotized under this beautiful Goddess’ deadly spell. Deeper and deeper he fell as he focused his eyes on each sexy twist of her fantastic, shapely ankles as Cindy would take him into a wonderful world of pain and pleasure. But then he would find himself being pounded unceremoniously back into painful reality as Cindy would cruelly pull her spikes back and stomp them over and over, back and forth into his bleeding face - not at all concerned that they might slip off of his cheek bones and into his eyes. Everything was done for Cindy’s exclusive pleasure - absolutely nothing at all was done for Don. Not now! Not ever! And right now it was Cindy’s cruel desire to hear more blood curdling screams of pain and agony - not moans of pleasure.



"It’s okay, Baby. Hurting you is making me very happy and very horny. Your pain and suffering are for a very noble cause," Cindy continued kicking her heels into his face as she closed her eyes for a moment, dreamily savoring the sensual feel of her spikes disappearing over and over into Don’s soft skin while listening to the exquisite sounds of pain emanating from deep inside of her emasculated husband. The danger of having his eyes gouged out by the deadly spikes was magnified ten fold now that she had temporarily stopped watching where she was kicking. "Ooooh, keep screaming like that, I really love it! I’m so hot!" Her right heel did miss its target slightly but fortunately for Don it only slid off to the side of his face gouging out all the flesh from his cheek to just under his ear as her metal heel painfully disappeared inside of his face to scrape against his cheekbone. Don screamed pitifully for Cindy’s blissful pleasure. Don knew that what Cindy had just nonchalantly and carelessly done to his face with her wicked spike had disfigured it for the rest of his life. Cindy also knew that what she had just done was an accident but she couldn’t have cared less. She didn’t open her eyes right away preferring instead to visualize in her mind what she had just done, "Wow! That felt like bone! It really felt gory! I’ll bet I really ripped your face up that time. Goody, goody for me! It can be your permanent visual reminder of who I am and what you are to me, and everyone who sees you will know it too," she said more to herself than to Don as she went back to twisting her heels into his cheeks again.

Eventually Cindy opened her eyes and pulled her heels out of her husband’s torn up face with little popping sounds as they unglued themselves from his bloody, soggy flesh. She placed them at the top of his back again and proceeded to slide them down again - this time it was much slower, deeper and harder than the first time. She continued smiling into his face while puckering her mouth up into the shape of sweet little kisses. Don’s eyes were almost closed as he cried out from the severe pain but he could still barely make out Cindy’s adorable face and puckered lips. Each time she dug her heel deeply into his flesh, she would softly blow him a little kiss. Finally she sat up and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. She looked at the angry red furrows she was carving deep into his tender back with her vicious spikes as she maliciously and methodically gouged out his flesh.

Cindy vaguely wondered how long it would be before he cracked. She was also interested in whether or not he was bleeding profusely - she didn’t want him ruining the bed. There was a lot of blood on his face and back but it seemed to be congealing rapidly around the scars and she was satisfied that if he didn’t roll over onto his back, the bed would be okay.

"How about now, you miserable excuse for a husband? Still worship me, my little pet? Hmmm? It’s a good thing you can’t see yourself, I don’t think your stomach could handle it!" Cindy laughed into his painful and frightened face as she lay back down and pulled her heels back up and scraped them down his back again a third time. "I’m just comfortably lying here scarring up your back, Baby, to match the one I just put on your face! It’s so easy to do - so effortless and so-o-o much fun and just think, they’ll never go away! They’ll be with you for the rest of your life, Slave! You’re my property! I OWN YOU! You know what ranchers do with their cattle don’t you, Baby? They put their brand on them! Well I’m branding you with my sexy heels - all over your miserable flesh, My Darling! Every time you see the scars in the mirror, you’ll think only of me and my dainty feet! I want you to describe all of your pain for me tomorrow. I need to hear every gory detail from your perspective."

Don was now crying, screaming and moaning with a mixture of hellish agony and heavenly ecstasy. Heavy tears were falling from Don’s eyes as much from emotion as from pain onto Cindy’s clitoris as he screamed in agony. He had indeed reached his breaking point as he sobbed uncontrollably!

"Yes I... , Ahhhh! Oh, yes! Please have... Arghhh! YES! P-p-please have pity on... Ohhhh! Pity me my gorgeous Goddess! I worship you so much! You’re so... Aaaahh! So beautiful!" Don yelled in misery.

He had almost screamed ‘Mercy’ but stopped just in time. He really doubted that she would have paid any attention and besides, he knew he was in no serious danger now that she had stopped stomping his face with her spikes, the scars she was making on his body would indeed last his lifetime but they certainly wouldn’t kill him, he just had to somehow endure this horrible, never-ending, gut-wrenching pain. He knew his face and back were torn to shreds and bleeding but he wasn’t sure how much. He did know that it felt like red-hot pokers had been shoved into his ragged face and that someone was scraping a pitchfork down his mangled back. His face was already on fire from the earlier kicking, scratching and slapping he had received from his Goddess and now she had put deep holes and scars in it as well with her ruthless spikes.

Don’s falling tears on Cindy’s pussy had only served to turn her on that much more. "So! I’ve finally got you crying! It’s about time you found out what it’s like to be helpless and at someone else’s mercy! I can do anything I want and you just have to take it! I’ve broken your spirit, my darling! Your all mine now, Baby! Body and soul! I’m going to hurt you and make you suffer under my feet from now on until the day you die! Lick me some more, you gutless wonder! You pissant! Make me climax! Your miserable tears have made me hotter than ever! And be quick about it, Slave!" She demanded as she roughly shoved his face down between her legs and placed her heels back at the top of his back. "Or maybe you’d rather feel me scrape away whatever skin is left on your back which is exactly what I’ll do if you don’t do a perfect job!"

Feeling the tips of her heels again on his back, he trembled with fear as he braced himself, Don quickly bent down to his labor of love, eternally grateful to his sexy wife that she had momentarily stopped hurting him. If only he could somehow get her satisfied to stop this on going torture to his mind and body. His tears were freely flowing now as he felt a great emotional weight being lifted from his shoulders.

Cindy was almost ready now. She was screaming in ecstasy as Don licked faster and faster.

‘Please, God! Let her be happy with me. Let her get completely satisfied,’ he prayed.


She tightened her muscular but shapely thighs around Don’s neck, squeezing them harder and harder the closer she got to orgasm. Fortunately for Don, he had a strong neck and she wasn’t doing any real structural damage but she was effectively cutting off most of his air supply again. His face was turning white from the lack of oxygen. Also she had unknowingly started digging her heels quite painfully into his back again. The pain and lack of air were devastating but he couldn’t let that stop him from lovingly finishing his pleasant task. He kept his tongue moving - licking and licking for all he was worth fighting through the pain and trying gamely to service her no matter how badly she was hurting him. He knew that if he stopped to breathe or scream and ruined Cindy’s orgasm, he might not live to see morning. He had grown very fearful of this beautiful but extremely dominant woman-child and he didn’t want to do anything to offend her in the slightest. She had turned him into dirt under her feet and he knew with absolute certainty that one day in the not-to-distant future, she would tire of him. She would casually kick him to the floor - stand over him - place one sexy spike-heeled foot on his face and deliberately place the razor-sharp point of the other spike leisurely in the center of his throat and calmly step down on it with all her weight until she snuffed out his pathetic existence. She had the absolute power of life and death over him.

Don was so deeply in love with her and so deeply under her powerful spell that he wouldn’t lift a finger to stop her either. He would be absolutely unable to resist in any way. He would simply lie there kissing the bottom of the shoe on his face until he faded quietly away, whispering ‘I worship you, my Goddess’ until she permanently put his lights out. Fear and anxiety were making Don’s imagination run rampant. He had a bizarre picture of his beautiful, sexy wife standing on his throat while watching an afternoon soap opera on TV and biting into a piece of chocolate candy. Don shivered at the thought. He knew he had to be very careful and live by one rule - DON’T MAKE CINDY MAD!

As Cindy neared the end of her incredible orgasm, she pulled her heels back, placed the tips painfully in his shoulders and pushed him roughly away drawing more of his blood in the process. Cindy was ready to stop and that was her way of letting Don know it. "That’s enough, Slave! Take off my heels and put my flats back on me!" She commanded looking into Don’s tear stained face.

Don felt yet another chill go down his spine as he took giant gulps of air for his mistreated lungs. He wasn’t sure what he had expected but he had no clue that she was going to kick his face again. He was almost positive that she would put him in the hospital or worse if she continued where she had left off earlier but he had no choice but to do as he was told. He gently removed her sexy red heels as he tenderly took both of her beautiful, little feet into his hands and softly kissed them. Then, just as tenderly, slipped her pretty white flats back on them continuing to kiss them reverently.

"Turn the camera around then kneel on the floor with your legs spread!" Cindy commanded still smiling as she lay on her back enjoying the afterglow of her great orgasm vaguely wondering how Don was holding up - but not caring one iota.

Don did as he was told, confused and fearful about what was going to happen to him. Cindy was in no hurry, she just lay there smiling leaving Don to kneel on the floor beside the bed and worry about what was going to happen to him and when.

Finally, Cindy extended her slender hand toward Don. Still kneeling, Don immediately reached over and helped her off the bed. She now stood imperiously before Don’s shaking form with her hands on her shapely hips. Completely naked except for her white flats, she looked like a female deity getting ready to destroy everything in her path and Don was the first to go. "I like you like this," she said with a dominant voice looking down at the quivering mass of humanity in front of her. "From now on, you are to never place yourself above me! I don’t ever want to have to look up at your ugly face again! Is that clear, Slave?"

Don nodded and bowed his head to gaze at her scintillating feet, "Yes, Goddess. I worship you. I’ll always stay below you where you want me - where I belong," He said earnestly.

"Now! I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is - you satisfied me quite well and I’m very pleased with you," She leaned forward and kissed Don very sensuously and passionately on his lacerated mouth. Don was in absolute heaven, drowning in Cindy’s show of affection for him, moaning and groaning in sheer ecstasy from the pain of the hard kiss on his very tender and torn up lips.

She stepped back abruptly, "The bad news, at least for you anyway, is that you received a certain amount of pleasure from servicing me. You are not allowed any pleasure! Not ever again, even if you receive it while obeying my commands. For the pleasure you received tonight, I’m going to make you pay by kicking your balls!" Cindy said calmly and matter-of-factly as she moved around to leave Don between her and the bed, "When I’m through, you’ll probably be passed out. I’ll go to bed and when you regain consciousness, you will kiss my feet until I go to sleep! After I’m asleep, cover my feet and GET OUT! And don’t forget to turn the camcorder off! Do you understand my orders, Darling!?"

"Oh! My God! NO! Oh, please no. Please, my beautiful Goddess, don’t kick me in the balls. I’m begging you!" Tears were again streaming down Don’s face as he hopelessly pleaded with the gorgeous woman towering above him, who was now flexing her right ankle getting her foot ready for the crippling kicks to his groin. The sad truth of the matter was that Don really hadn’t enjoyed servicing her at all. His member had shriveled up and he had actually been trembling with fear during the whole ritual - afraid of failing miserably and subsequently being maimed under his beautiful wife’s feet as his punishment. His mind had been imagining Cindy jumping up and down on his face in her spikes and wondering what it would feel like - especially if and when she landed on one of his eyes.

"I asked you if you understood my commands!" Cindy said impatiently as she pretended to be mad but was in fact delighted with her sniveling slave’s tears and pitiful begging. It made her feel so good and so powerful to see her husband reduced to this quivering mass of jelly in front of her. Without
waiting for an answer, she joyfully kicked Don hard between the legs with the top of her foot. She had intended to kick him with the toe of her shoe but had misjudged her aim slightly. Don cried out in pain but fortunately the kick had been softer than expected and slightly off target.

Don was clearly in a lot of pain from Cindy’s hard kick but seeing him still kneeling in front of her and not writhing on the floor in pain made Cindy really mad this time. She frowned and quickly kicked him again in the groin, twice in succession and much harder this time. Again, it was the arch of her pretty foot that connected on the first kick but it did as much damage as the toe of her shoe did on the second kick. Don had already started falling forward when Cindy’s first kick landed flush on his left testicle causing him to scream like a wounded rhino. But as she quickly and forcefully followed up with the point of her shoe on the same testicle, he doubled up in agony and fell over onto his side like a felled tree groaning and clutching his almost ruptured testicle.

The side of his face was on the floor between Cindy and the bed so naturally she had no choice but to step on it as she walked to the bed which, of course, was the way she had planned it. She walked toward Don’s head but instead of casually stepping on it as he lay there moaning and groaning, she stomped down on it with the hard heel of her white flat and then calmly stepped up on the side of his face as her miserable husband cried and squirmed about trying frantically to get some relief from the terrible, fiery pain in his groin hardly noticing the stomp to the side of his face.

She stood there momentarily on the side of his face with her little white flat observing her husband rocking back and forth as he tried desperately to catch his breath, then she let her other foot dangle enticingly in front of his face. Cindy began singing a little song as she bounced up and down, ‘Hurt so good, c’mon baby make it hurt so good now’ then, laughing, she said to the aching and pathetic face squirming under her foot, "Well little slave, what do you have to say? How do you like me now? Still worship me? Did you enjoy those little love taps to your nuts? I don’t feel your ruined lips on my foot, the same foot that just kicked you!"

"Oh, my God, yes! I worship you, I worship you so much!" Don managed to groan in a ragged, shaky voice from beneath her sexy foot while he smothered with kisses the shapely ankle of the foot that just kicked him, dangling in front of his battered face. As his tears spilled onto the rug, he vaguely wondered why her sexy foot looked so much more beautiful now that it had caused him to writhe and squirm on the floor in pain. Her feet were always beautiful but they took on a whole new dimension of beauty right after seriously hurting him. He was still in horrible agony and he was feeling slightly nauseous but he made sure that Cindy heard his words because if she hadn’t - well Don didn’t want to speculate on what she might do. He wasn’t even sure why she had left him conscious but he certainly wasn’t going to delve on it. She could rectify that situation at any moment.

Cindy continued on over toward the bed as she stepped down off of her husband’s head still singing and humming her little tune leaving his poor battered body lying in pain on the floor behind her. She never looked back as she kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed. The only sounds were the sobs and groans coming from Don’s beaten and mangled body on the floor behind her. Cindy was a very powerful and sexy woman. A very contented woman! Life was definitely good and getting better!

Don had stared wonderingly at Cindy’s feet as she kicked off the sexy flats and climbed into bed. They were, quite fittingly, the only part of Cindy he could see from where he lay. They were so small and beautiful and her shoes with the pretty bows were so innocent. How could they possibly have been capable of such destruction? She had literally driven him into the ground and made a slave of him with nothing more than her sexy feet and innocent looking shoes. He was still lying on his side with the side of his head on the carpet trying to muster up the strength to rise to his hands and knees and crawl to Cindy’s feet as she had instructed but he was so badly battered and beaten that he just couldn’t seem to get up. Don, however, knew that to disobey her would be a serious mistake and he couldn’t possibly handle any more pain tonight - he had gone well over his limit so he slowly pulled himself up to his knees and managed to crawl painfully over to the bed. Cindy was lying on her left side. She was covered except for her little bare feet sticking out from under the covers and resting serenely on the bed. She had left the light on so Don could see them. As
Don crawled to the side of the bed, Cindy smiled silently down at his battered face. Even in the dim light it was easy to make out the cuts, scars and bruises on his mangled face. Cindy felt very smug and quite happy with herself. She had really enjoyed herself this evening and she was looking forward to many more nights like this to come. She started to casually stroke Don’s head as she envisioned new punishments for him.

Don was enjoying the touch of Cindy’s hand but when she stopped he noticed that she was smiling exactly the same way she had smiled while kicking his face earlier so he wasted no time getting to the foot of the bed. Without saying a word, Cindy rolled over on her back and stuck her left foot in Don’s face. He took it gently in his hands and began to tenderly kiss and fondle it. He ran his tongue from her heel to her toes as Cindy sighed and squirmed contentedly. She planted her other foot firmly on his face for it to receive the same treatment as the first. Cindy wasn’t getting sexually excited because she had been thoroughly satisfied earlier but she was enjoying Don’s lips and tongue all over her dainty feet very much. It was thrilling to know that Don was still down there servicing her feet with an almost spiritual devotion even though he was suffering in horrible pain from the terrible beating she had happily given him earlier.

Don continued to kiss, lick, suck and massage Cindy’s feet for about fifteen minutes until he heard her breathing deeply and assumed she had gone to sleep. He gently laid her feet down on the bed and started to cover them when Cindy suddenly kicked him in the mouth with the heel of her foot. She hadn’t kicked him very hard because she was extremely tired from the evening’s activities but it was hard enough to open up one of the numerous wounds on his lower lip. Don ran his tongue over his lip to stem the flow of blood feeling very fortunate that she hadn’t kicked him any harder. Cindy didn’t say anything and neither did Don - he just picked up her feet and continued kissing and licking them as though nothing had happened.

Fifteen more minutes went by and Cindy again was breathing deeply. Don was in a quandary. Did he dare lay them down again and risk being kicked, perhaps even harder, or should he stay there indefinitely kissing her gorgeous feet until he was sure she was asleep? He waited another ten minutes and decided to risk it. He again, very softly, laid her feet down, covered them and crawled out of the room very quietly without incident.

Don turned out the light and went to the guest room. He was extremely horny. He had been leaking like a sieve all evening and now that he finally had a chance to relieve himself, he was in too much pain to make the effort. He headed for the shower looking forward to the warm refreshing spray of the water on his aching body. As he passed the mirror, he flinched when he saw the reflection looking back at him. He hardly recognized himself. He looked like someone who had just barely survived a head-on collision with a freight train. He turned around and looked at his back. It looked like a bloody road map. There were horrible looking open wounds that would surely turn to scars and would probably stay with him forever.

As he stared at them and at his face, he felt his penis leaking again as it grew stiffer and stiffer the more he gazed at the bloody holes and at the jagged scar in his face where her spike heels had torn it up. It amazed Don that the sight of all this devastation could instill such a strong sexual reaction in him. He entered the shower, turned on the hot water and immediately relieved himself on the spot as he played back the scenes from earlier in the evening in his mind. Don had been so incredibly horny (he couldn’t remember ever having been more turned on in his life) that it seemed to take forever to finish even though, as always, it was pretty quick.

As he stood there breathing heavily from the exertion, he began to return to a ‘normal’ way of thinking. He started to think about what had happened to him from a new, ‘non-horny’ point of view. Was Cindy serious about making him her slave? Was she going to punish him like she had done tonight on a regular basis? And if she was, was he going to take it? He touched one of the holes in his face and traced the deep, raw furrow from his cheek to his ear with his finger. Her red spikes had really done a number on him. His face hurt badly. He didn’t get stiff again but he felt a definite twinge down there. He had suffered a lot of pain tonight that had caused him to be more fearful of her than horny but now in retrospect, he was incredibly turned on by the memory of what she had done to him. Not even Suzanne’s cruelty toward him could compare to what Cindy had done to him this evening. He loved what she had done, he loved what she had become and he loved what she had made him become. He needed to decide right now if he was going to allow himself to be her slave from now on until he died as she had indicated or if he was going to call it off. He already knew the answer. It was entirely up to Cindy. If she were somehow able to continue the dominance she started earlier, then there would be no decision on Don’s part. The choice would not be his to make. He would be compelled to offer himself up for her unconditionally. If she could keep him stiff and horny with her feet, he was hers forever to do with as she desired!


"now its time for your punishment", Cindy said, trying to look stern but also holding back laughter.

Don turned pale, "no pleease Cindy ..... no"

"hey you had your chance", Cindy replied

Don laid at the base of the staircase while Cindy stood over him. She held onto the banister for support and stepped up onto his chest. Don could see up her smooth legs ending up into her miniskirt. She looked so sexy in her spike heels.

"now look at the heels that are going to jump on your face", Cindy said smiling down at him.

Don stared the bottom of her shoe, "pleease can i kiss them?" hoping she would relent.

Cindy giggled. "no.", she cooed. "i'm going to turn your face into hamburger meat", she laughed. "i havent done this in a while", she said to herself. In fact, Cindy had only done this two other times in her life. She mostly jumped on mens face in flats.

Cindy pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. She dangled both of her feet over his face. "now just lay there for a while and look at the shoes that are going to stomp you senseless!" Cindy laughed out loud.

Don stared up at the bottom of Cindy's spike heels. He could see the dust and there was old gum on the bottom of one of them. Cindy tapped her feet up and down when she got bored.

"Cindy pleease dont! I love you!", Don begged, almost sobbing.

"well if you loved me so much you would have worshiped me pro-per-ly huh?", Cindy said in a pouting voice.

Cindy sighed, then got up and put the chair away. She stood over to where Don was and told him to kiss her feet before she jumped on his face. Don kissed her feet like a man showing worship to a goddess.

"thats enough, I didnt say you could kiss anymore", Cindy pulled her feet away when Don tried to kiss them a second time. "now lay down"

Don lied down flat while Cindy stood over him. She stepped up onto his face, the spikes sinking into his cheekbones. "ready or not, heeere - itt - coomes !!", Cindy started jumping up and down in a rhythmic motion, busting out laughing. She jumped carelessly at first, than starting leaning on her heels more. She liked the feel of her heels digging into his cheekbones and forehead. "so Don, you gonna do it properly next time?", Cindy cooed in her dreamy state, giggling to herself.

Don lay there twitching and screaming, in fact he didnt really have time to scream, Cindy's heels kept pounding into his face bone. All he could do was try to bear the sharp, blinding pain. It felt like nails were being driven into his cheek and forehead bones. He trashed about and tried valiantly to keep his face up straight for his wife, so he wouldnt turn it to the left or to the right.

"i wiillll ... ", Don etched out in reply to Cindy's question.

"well youre still gonna have to learn your lesson. stupid men.", Cindy chuckled to herself. "i cant believe you lie there and let me jump on your face in spike heels", Cindy laughed hysterically, stomping down on her heels hard to make her point. "you guys are so pathetic", Cindy laughed.

"oh hold on", Cindy told Don. She stepped off his face to grab the remote, than stood up on his face again. "I wonder whats on", she said as she turned the tv on. She went back to jumping on his face again, singing to herself, like a girl playing jump rope on the playground.

Don didnt know how much more pain he could take. He hoped he would pass out but he also wanted to stay awake so he could hold his face up straight for his wife to jump on. As long as she was happy, thats all that mattered.

He couldnt stop trashing in pain and he kept tensing his stomach every time Cindy's heels would pound into his face. He stared up at the bottom of her shoes and winced every time he saw her heels coming down onto his face. He was surprised one of her heels hadnt landed in his eyes by now.

Cindy flipped through the channels until it landed on a foreign talk show. She wasnt sure what they were saying but she liked watching the drama on them. Cindy giggled at what she was watching on the tv, and kept jumping on Dons face, enjoying his screams. She started stomping her heels down hard, and found the harder she would stomp down, the more Don would tense up. She laughed at this for a couple of minutes, until she got bored.

Cindy stood back up on Dons chest. "well Don, have you learned your lesson?"

"yeess", Don eeked out, almost sobbing. Cindy leaned back on her heels

"maybe i should let you make love to me", Cindy said in a pouty voice, "would you like that?"

Don nodded vigorously. "yeaaa", he said sighing.

"NOT!", Cindy replied laughing down at him. "hey you had your chance, but now its too late.", Cindy said laughing. "but tell ya what"

Cindy walked over to his hand and drilled her spike heel through it, her heel slipping between two bones in his hand and digging deep into the carpet. Cindy stood on one foot and twisted her heel deep through his hand and carpet. Don screamed bloody agony. "see, now your jesus christ", Cindy laughed at her joke.

She changed into some knee high boots, with block heels. She pulled up a chair and sat down, than crossed her legs. Don was going crazy staring at her in her knee high boots. Cindy brushed out her hair. "if you can touch this chair with your tounge, while keeping that heel in your hand, i'll let you lick my boots", Cindy smiled and winked down at him. "if you dont, then its back to stompin time!", Cindy laughed out loud.

Cindy had the chair just out of reach. Don sat up and started to move his legs out of the way. "noo.. ", Cindy spouted, "you have to keep your legs on the ground." Don put his legs back where they were. "Idiot.", Cindy sneered. Don leaned forward until his chin was touching his knees, the chair was just out of reach, it was obvious he wouldnt be able to stretch forward far enough. Don looked at her knee high boots, dreaming of licking them. He leaned forward more until his chin was on his shins. The sight of her knee high boots was driving him crazy, Don leaned forward more feeling his back start to tear. His tounge was still one foot away from the chair.

Cindy looked down at him smiling and amused. She broke out laughing. She rested one boot on his back and flipped her hair. She stared down at him and chuckled, the sight of her husband so desperate to lick a chair was the funniest she'd seen in her life. "if you dont lick this chair you dont lick my boots!", Cindy teased. She crossed her legs again.

Dons tounge was now three inches from the chair. He leaned forward more until a disc in his spine slipped and a vertebrate broke with a pop sound. He screamed to high heaven and laid back down on his back.

Cindy pouted "what is it sweetie? your back?", Cindy laughed and very amused. "well times up and you didnt make it, so you wont be licking anything!", Cindy chuckled. "now roll over"

Don rolled over and Cindy stood over him. She placed one boot on his back, where the tear was, and twisted it. Don screamed his head off. Cindy stood up on that spot and bounced around, smiling. Don screamed and sobbed, tears rolling down his face. Cindy bounced for a couple minutes, enjoying his screams. She would dig her heel into that spot from time to time and enjoy the scream he would make.

"roll over again", Cindy said smugly. Don rolled over and looked up at his beautiful wife. "i love you! i love you Cindy! i love you!", Don screamed.

"well i'm going to take a little break. get yourself to the hospital and get back here in a couple hours, we're going to have some more fun", Cindy said to Don. She stepped across his chest and went up the stairs.
 
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A Night With Cindy



Cindy came into the room wearing only a pair of black satin panties and a sexy, wicked smile. She turned on the light and walked silently to the side of the bed where her husband, Don, was tossing and turning painfully in a restless sleep. As she pulled back the covers exposing his naked and freshly scarred body, her sexy smile turned into a throaty, satisfying laugh.

"What!? What are you doing?" Don protested groggily before he was fully awake and knew who it was.

With great anxiety and trepidation, he quickly realized it was his beautiful wife, Cindy, and she was wearing that same sexy, yet incredibly innocent looking smile he had come to know and fear. He glanced to the floor quickly and whispered a silent sigh of relief when he saw that her soft and lovely feet were bare even though he knew that many of Cindy’s murderous spike heels were only a few feet away in the closet.

Knowing this, he began to plead in earnest. "Oh please don’t, Cindy! Please don’t hurt me anymore! It’s so late and I’m still hurting so bad…." He saw the familiar mischievous sparkle in Cindy’s eyes and felt the familiar sting of tears begin to fog his own. He begged her even more earnestly, "Oh my beautiful goddess, I’ll do anything you want only please don’t trample me anymore. You hurt me so bad tonight, Darling. I think you may have done some permanent damage. I don’t think I can take…."

"Shhhhh," she interrupted his frantic begging with the tip of a dainty, freshly manicured fingernail over his lips, "I really DID work you over didn’t I, Slave? Those jagged, metal nail-heads sticking out of my spikes can really do some mean damage can’t they, my pet?" she giggled.

Cindy looked down at his chest smiling, "Tsk, tsk! Poor little baby! I guess I probably scarred your little nipples for life but you really should get down on your hands and knees and thank me for not KILLING you under those mean, little spike heels! In the mood I was in, I could very easily have done it you know," she laughed heartily again.

"Okay, I know I got a little carried away tonight and I’m sorry my little feet were so mean to you, Sweetheart, but after all, you ARE only dirty, filthy scum under my little high heels and everybody knows it really doesn’t matter what happens to dirty, filthy scum now does it? Besides, at this moment I’m feeling kind of amorous and you know how badly I need to trample and maim your worthless body when I’m feeling like this!" Cindy ran the tip of her luscious tongue over her lips in eager anticipation.

"But this time I’ll hurt you by walking on you lovingly instead of trampling you in anger," she continued, "it’ll be a much nicer hurt, I promise you. Now, be a good boy and go get me a pair of very high, sexy spike heels! Why don’t you get the black pair with the thin spaghetti straps so you can see the milky white skin of my sexy, little feet while they trample your worthless body into the carpet! I’ll be gentle with you. I promise."

Don, of course, knew that he was indeed very lucky to be alive from the trampling Cindy had given him earlier in the evening. He also knew that Cindy had no idea at all what ‘gentle’ meant and she knew even less what ‘sorry’ meant.

"Oh God, Cindy, the heels on those shoes are thinner than the straps! They’re like ice picks! They’ll finish killing me, I know they will! I should be at the hospital right now! I know I can’t…."

"Well… ," she interrupted impatiently, "If you’d rather… I’ll just go downstairs and slip my dainty little bare feet into the ‘annihilators’ again. I’ll be only too happy to finish what I started earlier - only this time you won’t have blue jeans on to protect your puny, little ‘pride and joy’ and I’ll definitely trample it under my heels a lot longer than a mere twenty minutes! I’m not mad at you anymore, Honey, in fact I’m feeling relatively tender and loving towards you. You DO want to keep me that way - - don’t you? I might even let you make love to me when I get through with you," she winked down at him with a devilish look in her eyes, "IF there’s anything left of your manhood that is!"

Don trembled as he remembered vividly back to four hours ago when he had been begging for his life under Cindy’s ‘not so loving and tender’ high heels. His beautiful wife had come home expecting to find an empty house but he had not gone to work as he was supposed to. Cindy had stopped abruptly when she came through the front door and saw him sitting in the big chair watching TV. She continued frowning for a moment then grinned maliciously as she calmly slipped out of her soft and innocent looking, baby-blue flats and into her sexy but deadly, blood-red ‘annihilators’ as she had affectionately named them. She never put them away anymore. Instead, she always had them laying around the house in plain view to remind her husband of what would happen to him if he ever displeased her. She strode over to the chair and stood majestically in front of his shrinking form. She silently ordered him to the floor by pointing her slender index finger at the rug in front of her feet.

In spite of his horrible fear, Don had wasted no time in getting to the floor and groveling like a dog at his gorgeous wife’s feet. He knew from very painful experience never to keep Cindy waiting - especially while she was caressing herself erotically as she usually did just prior to trampling him. Cindy stepped harshly up onto his quivering body as though it were something offensive that needed to be crushed out of existence. She then proceeded to methodically and brutally butcher it under the thin, 5 inch, stiletto heels of her lethal, red pumps leaving the chest, face and groin area extremely bruised and bloody and, in many places, badly scarred and disfigured. Even though she had started in a fairly angry frame of mind, by the time she had finished she had been moaning softly as she had continued to run her fingertips over her taut nipples and sensuously rub her palms gently on the damp area of her silky, black panties.

For Cindy, there was no nicer, more erotic way to become aroused - no quicker turn-on - than to literally walk all over a naked man and trample him ruthlessly into the ground using only the sexiest, highest, most painful pair of heels in her wardrobe. She liked to think of herself as an ‘executioness’ in heels. Her red pumps had always been her most vicious pair of shoes - even before she had made Don remove the protective rubber tips from the ends of the heels with a pair of pliers leaving only the very jagged metal nail-heads exposed. That had been on a night when she had had a couple of large glasses of wine and had been in a particularly playful - which translated to ‘very brutal’ - mood.

Even though Cindy, at the tender age of 19, was a very sadistic young woman - quite often she was pretty lovable to her devoted husband with her sexy feet. Don’s member would always stand at rock hard attention while his beautiful wife walked on his face in her petite, silky, stockinged feet. Cindy only weighed a hundred pounds and he could even take a pair of her ‘normal’ spike heels on a good night as long as he could look up at her and worship her beautiful body. But this time she had proceeded to trample him so quickly and so brutally that he hadn’t had time to get in the proper ‘worshipful’ frame of mind which was necessary to offset some of the horrible pain. Also, the light had been very bad and he hadn’t been able to see how fantastic and gorgeous Cindy looked in her sexy pumps. Being able to see his beautiful goddess was extremely important for him to get in his ‘worshipful’ frame of mind. Fortunately, his member had actually become quite soft during the horrible, blinding pain he had felt for the short period of time she had stomped on it. His slightly protected penis had managed to escape serious injury; however, she did manage to totally crush and rip away most of the flesh from his exposed nipples during her trampling frenzy.

Cindy knew, of course, how to get him in the right frame of mind to be trod upon but a car had cut her off on the way home and she just needed someone to trample so she could get rid of her anger and aggression. The fact that her husband hadn’t gone to work gave her just the excuse to punish him severely - not that she needed one. She was only in a mood to savagely destroy another human being’s frail body - to hurt and mangle it as badly as possible by stomping all over it with her spike heels. She knew that Don’s transgression hadn’t warranted the brutal trampling he had received and she knew it wasn’t his fault that the car had cut her off - but someone had to suffer and it might as well be her husband. In short, she was going to have a ‘little temper tantrum’ by trampling the crap out of him. She really didn’t give a rat’s ass if he enjoyed it or not. And, at the time, she really didn’t much care if he even survived it!

Cindy always loved to put an even healthier fear into her already petrified husband by continually talking to him as she trampled and maimed him. Things like, ‘I don’t know if your going to survive this one, Sweetheart!’ or ‘This is it, Darling! Tonight you DIE under my feet!’ She would then enjoy placing the tip of her spike heel into his throat and then stepping down on it. She’d look down at him with amusement and laugh at him as he squirmed under her heel while waving his arms around frantically. His eyes would bug out of their sockets while silently pleading with her for air. It never took him very long to pass out but up until now, she had always stepped down as soon as he did.

It had been a warm, summer evening and, unfortunately for Don, he had not been wearing a shirt when Cindy came home. He was, however, wearing blue jeans and it was just his good fortune that Cindy had not wished to wait while he removed them. That, and the fact that she only weighed a hundred pounds, was the only reason he had a penis that still functioned. She had spent most of the 20 minutes stomping his prick with her spike heels and only the tough denim had saved it for her to trample another time, maybe tonight. His nipples, on the other hand, had suffered extensive and irreparable damage from the jagged metal tips and were badly in need of medical attention.

Don knew for certain that he didn’t want a repeat of that holocaust any time soon. There was no proper frame of mind for one of Cindy’s sadistic trampling moods, besides, he was completely naked now - there would be no protection of any kind from her devastating spikes. Cindy, of course, could do considerable damage to her husband with any pair of shoes in her wardrobe. Even her innocent, tame looking, baby-blue flats - made of velvety smooth kidskin around the toes and on the sides - had been used against him very effectively.

Many were the times she would make him sit down against a wall. Then, while seating herself comfortably in front him, she would ruthlessly kick and stomp him in the face over and over with the - not so velvety smooth - hard heels of those innocent little flats. His head would slam back against the wall over and over until he would finally slump, semi-conscious, to the floor with blood streaming freely from his mouth and nose and both eyes swollen shut. She would then stand up, walk over to his barely conscious form and casually stomp the heel of her little flat down into his bloody, puffy face until she had completely succeeded in kicking him into oblivion. Don usually didn’t regain consciousness from one of Cindy’s stomping sessions for almost twenty minutes.

Even so, however, the red pumps were far and away the most dangerous pair of shoes she owned, so without taking any chances, or wasting any more time, he quickly got up and retrieved the sexy pair of black, spaghetti strapped, high heeled slings she had specifically requested. Almost all of her beautiful feet would be visible. The heels were very narrow, very sharp, and very painful but at least the rubber tips were still in place and there weren’t any jagged nail-heads exposed.

When Don returned, Cindy had settled in and made herself comfortable. She still had on her black panties along with the same sexy and wicked smile - her delectable tiny feet were still bare. She observed the sexy shoes in her slave’s hands. "Definitely a nice choice," she said approvingly. "Slip them lovingly onto my beautiful feet, then kiss both of those sexy feet reverently, and then lie down over here!" she commanded softly patting an area next to her left side.

Don swallowed heavily. Then, with gentle and tender loving care, slipped the high heels onto her immaculate feet and leaned forward to reverently kiss them as she had commanded when she suddenly had a change of heart.

"Stop!" she said giving his face a wicked kick with her spike heel drawing a little blood in the process, "I’ve changed my mind," she smiled at her confused husband, "I’ve decided I’m not going to let you kiss my feet. After all, you’re just dirt! You’re not good enough! You may, however, put your face exactly six inches from my feet and just gaze upon them with awe! Worship them with your eyes until you go crazy with desire," she giggled at the thought of her husband’s hopeless obsession with her feet. "I want to see how long it takes you to go crazy and drench yourself with pre-cum! There’s more than one way to make you suffer, Slave, and I’m going to find every one of them!" Cindy laughed cruelly as she watched the blood trickling down his cheek and onto his neck from her mean and careless kick to his unprotected face. "Make sure your face is in a direct line with my spikes in case I decide I want to kick it some more," she purred.

She was right about driving him crazy! She had never been able to understand the metamorphosis that came over her slave each time she teased him like this. All she knew was - it did! And she dearly delighted in watching him literally suffering at her feet. Beads of sweat would pop up all over his forehead while his penis became as hard and as wet as a steel rod in a rain storm. His breathing would become ragged and irregular as he nervously twitched and squirmed at her feet yet never taking his eyes from them. Her slave was making a super-human, almost impossible, effort not to breach that six inch margin she had given him. Cindy just lay back and sighed contentedly as she observed her agonized husband going ballistic, with an amused yet sadistic look on her face. She was looking at him in exactly the same way she would look at a bug just before bringing her sexy, little foot down onto it’s helpless form. She always liked to laugh out loud as she ground and twisted its frail form under one of her sexy shoes - crushing out it’s pathetic life slowly and methodically.

"Would you like me to let you kiss them, Baby? Just once?" She teased him cruelly still thinking about the bug. She made him suffer like that for ten minutes listening to his pathetic moans and groans while saliva dripped from his lips onto his rock hard penis. Finally, she said, "Beg me, Baby! Plead with your goddess and maybe I’ll rub the dirt from the soles of my sexy shoes all over your ugly face. Would you like that, Slave?" she asked drawing back one of her sexy feet menacingly. "Look at that dirty, filthy sole, Lover. There’s a lot of dirt and squashed insects on that sole! Why don’t you stick your tongue out so I can clean it!"

Don started to lean forward with his tongue hanging out obediently as Cindy moved her sexy shoe toward him. "On the other hand, maybe I’ll just….," she didn’t finish the sentence. Her bright eyes sparkled with fire as she viciously drove her spike heel straight into his face again as hard as her muscular, yet shapely, leg could drive it. This time Don was propelled off the end of the bed and down onto the floor with a loud crash. Cindy laughed merrily as her husband lay on the floor crying in severe and agonizing pain.

Don lay on the floor dazed and bleeding but he couldn’t help himself. In spite of his great agony, he suffered more by not being allowed to kiss her gorgeous feet than from all the physical pain she gave him from driving her murderous spikes into his face. He begged her shamelessly with tears in his eyes while slowly creeping back up toward the bed to get within that six inches of her fantastic feet again. "Just let me kiss them once, Darling," he pleaded desperately, "Just once, please, Baby, I’m begging you! I worship you so much! I need to kiss your feet so badly!" He was so horny, he had completely ignored the two hard stomps to his face from her sharp spikes and was blissfully ignorant of what his gorgeous wife was planning next.

Cindy, having had a delicious taste of his blood, edged toward the foot of the bed ready to intercept him when his face appeared again. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she lay back on her elbows and cocked both feet back about six inches above the blanket - waiting for his face to re-appear. "Sorry, Darling, but you must suffer from my spikes first! It pleases me so much when you suffer in horrible agony from my sexy feet!"

She laughed as she watched him struggle to climb back up onto the bed again. As his face came briefly into view at the foot of the bed, Cindy let loose with both feet. "Here comes a present from the feet of your beautiful goddess, Slave!" she screamed with delight as she kicked Don’s defenseless face unmercifully again and again and again, three more times in rapid-fire succession. First the right foot, then the left and finally another right. "Kiss the heel! Kiss the tips of my heels while I stomp your face with them!" she screamed excitedly as she drove them into her husband’s face - but Don never got the chance - it just happened too quickly for him to comprehend. She would gladly have continued kicking her battered target but it was now sprawled face-up on the floor.

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.





A Night With Cindy - Scene 2 - Part 1:


The next night Cindy came into the room wearing a pair of blood-red, patent leather flats and lacypanties of the same color. She was carrying a Frederick’s catalogue as she turned on the light and walked to the side of the bed and sat down. Her slave/husband, Don, remembering back to last weekend, cringed as he stared up into her lovely face with abject fear in his eyes. Surely, after putting him in the intensive care ward, she would at least let his injuries heal before doing it again! Wouldn’t she!? After all, he had only been released from the hospital two days ago!
"Hi!" she said cheerfully as she bent forward and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Can you guess what kind of games my dainty little feet and I are going to play all over your broken body tonight?" she teased - kissing him lightly on his lips before he could answer. Cindy liked to refer to her feet as a separate entity.
"Well, surprise, surprise! We’re going to play ‘Trample the Doormat’ just like we did before - only a lot worse!" she continued as if she were telling him a bedtime story. She kissed his cheek softly as she continued, "but don’t worry, we’ll be gentle with you some of the time."
Cindy clapped her hands together like a little girl, "I’ve thought of something new to do to you," she said gleefully. "Sometime during this wonderful night of pain and pleasure - your pain, my pleasure -I’m going to stand on your hands in my sharpest spike heels and just literally tear them into tiny, little, bloody shreds!"
"You’re going to lie as docilely as a little lamb on your stomach with your hands laid out above your head." Cindy continued to grin mischievously. "Your face will be just a few inches from all the great action. You’ll have the best view in the house. Better than mine even! I’m really jealous!" she teased.
"But even though you’ll be close enough to kiss my beautiful feet, I won’t let you," she said petulantly, "You can only stare at them helplessly. I know you’ll be fascinated as you watch my spike heels ripping your hands into little pieces. I won’t show you any mercy at all. You’ll be in the most horrible agony you can imagine but you won’t be allowed to do anything but worship them with your eyes as they grind, stomp and trample your hands into bloody, mushy mounds of gory flesh. Ooh, it’s going to be such fun!" Cindy clapped her hands together three or four times just like a little girl getting ready for her birthday party.
"I’m going to use the red, leather pumps with the missing tips. Won’t that be a lot of fun seeing me dance and prance around as you feel the sharp, jagged metal edges ripping the flesh off your hands? But it’ll be worth the price you have to pay because I’ll be so sexy, you’ll be creaming all over yourself in spite of the fact that you’ll never use your hands again." Cindy kept giggling like a young girl continuing to kiss him after each sentence.
"The problem is," she said with mock concern, "I care for you so much, I just know I won’t be able to watch the horrible bloody mess I’m going to make of your hands, my darling," she laughed again pretending to pout. "I’d probably get sick to my stomach if I had to look at all that blood and gore! So instead of watching what my feet are doing, I’m just going to keep myself busy reading my catalogue while my spike heels are busy destroying your hands. I’ll stop my trampling when I get to the last page. I sure hope there’s something left of them but I seriously doubt it. You know how long it takes me to read my Frederick’s catalogue, don’t you?" she laughed joyfully, especially the high heel section."
"Oh dear! What’s the matter? Are you cold? You seem to be shaking and shivering," she asked with exaggerated concern as she kissed him again very tenderly on the lips. "You’re not afraid of me are you?" she giggled, "After all, I’m just a little 19 year old girl. I’m barely over five feet tall and I only weigh a hundred pounds. I’m even wearing little red flats that were bought in the ‘junior miss’ section. How can such a sweet, petite, sexy little girl like me possibly scare such a great big guy like you?" She was laughing uncontrollably now.
But ‘scared’ didn’t even come close to the way Don felt. "Oh no, no! Oh Cindy! Please! Please, Baby! You can’t - - please don’t hurt me anymore! Don’t take away my hands! Please, I’m begging you, Darling! Have pity on .. " but she didn’t let him finish.
"Shhhhh," she said kissing him sensuously on the lips again to silence him, "it’s no trouble at all and you don’t even have to thank me. Since it was my little feet that put you in the hospital during Christmas, this will have to be their belated Christmas present to you," she smiled kissing him one last time very sensuously on the mouth. "Mmmm! Oh, Baby! All this talk about trampling you is getting me all warm and excited. Maybe I should let you make love to me first while you still can before ripping you apart with my spikes. Would you like that, Honey?"
Don couldn’t help himself. In spite of the fact that he was deathly afraid of his radiantly beautiful wife, or more specifically, her fantastic but lethal feet, he still loved her and worshipped her so greatly, that he would allow her to do anything her heart desired to him. He peeked over the side of the bed at her red flats and felt a twinge of fear as well as a tingle between his legs. "I love you so much. Please don’t hurt me my darling, let me make love to you instead. I’ll do everything just the way you like it. Please, Baby, please!" he begged her shamelessly knowing she wouldn’t pay any attention to his plaintiff pleas.
Cindy let out a very audible, contented sigh then pulled back the covers and climbed up to sit on his naked, semi-hard penis. "I’ll think about it, Sweetheart, now put your legs up!" she commanded softly and Don obeyed immediately. She leaned back and brought the hard soles of her dirty shoes up to rest on his worried face - not hard, not soft, just matter-of-factly. She had learned that wearing a sexy pair of flats was an excellent way of warming up her slave and getting him into a groveling, worshipful frame of mind which of course would eventually lead up to the night of pain and destruction she had planned for him. "Let’s see you make love to the dirt on my shoes," she laughed.
Cindy began by placing the heels of her shoes on his eyes and then scraping the dirty soles down his face and over his mouth. She continued in this fashion for a few minutes - irritating and chafing his skin badly - as she studied the worried and painful look in her slave’s eyes. She was hurting him to be sure but it was as though she were tickling him with a feather compared to what she was going to do to him later. She watched his lower lip peel downward again for the fifth time as the dirty heels of each shoe forced his mouth open one at a time filling the area between his lower lip and gum with the dirt and grime from her dirty soles. She had worn them earlier in the day at the store and had purposely walked through the muddiest part of the parking lot. ‘Don’t you think having sexy, red flats like these crush you to death is a nice way to die?’ she had asked winking at her mesmerized slave as he had looked on - fascinated by her blatant cruelty.
"Okay, Baby! You’re not a well man yet so let’s take it slow," she said with a twinkle in her eye as she stood up next to the bed. "Go get my black pumps - not the real high ones. Get me the dirty ones, the ones with the filthy soles so you can lick them clean while I hurt you," she kissed him again on an area of his forehead that she hadn’t scraped her dirty shoes on yet and then gently helped him up.
"Please don’t make me do that, they’re so dirty," the slave replied with uncertainty as he slowly made his way to the closet. They weren’t a whole lot dirtier than her flats but at least she hadn’t made him actually lick her flats, she had just scraped the dirt off on the inside of his lower lip. Don quickly realized that he should keep quiet. Licking the filth from Cindy’s shoes was the least of his problems. If that’s all she made him do, he would, indeed, be a very, very lucky man.
"Yes, they are pretty dirty," she said, "But at least they’re not as sharp or as high as most of my other ones. You may be able to handle the pain a little better until I’m ready to change into my ultra-lethal red ones to match my sexy little satin panties," she called after him.
The slave came back cradling the sexy 4" pumps from Frederick’s in his hands letting the dirty soles rest in the palms of his hands. The Goddess’ sexy shoes were an extension of herself and he had to treat them accordingly. She was correct in saying that they weren’t as high or sharp as most of her other high heels but the sad truth was - she didn’t have any that weren’t sharp except maybe the 3" T-straps that she used for her flamenco dancing. At least the shafts of the heels on the black pumps weren’t made of stiletto thin metal like most of her other ones. These at least had hard rubber tips and they were still in place.
She was still standing next to the bed when he returned. "Kneel down, Slave! Humble yourself before your Supreme Goddess! Get all the way down and put your worthless face on the floor in front of my feet so I can mash it into the carpet! Worship your Goddess’ beautiful feet, Slave!" she commanded and the slave did so immediately still lovingly cradling her divine shoes in his hands.
She stood with one foot on the back of his head pushing his face heavily into the rough nap of the carpet. "Leave the heels where they are! Extend your hands above your head and even though you’re not worthy, you may stroke my sexy foot with them!" she said softly, "Cherish the exquisite
softness of it. This may be the last time your hands ever feel anything again - especially anything as soft and beautiful as one of my lovely feet." she said with absolute sincerity. "And as you stroke it with your fingertips, keep saying to yourself that this is one of the gorgeous feet that is going to trample your hands, face, penis and the rest of your body into the ground again!" she smiled down at the pathetic slave prostrating himself before her knowing he was entirely helpless to help himself.
The slave groaned in fear and ecstasy knowing he probably didn’t have much time left before experiencing the flip side of this erotic treatment he was receiving - when she made good her painful promise to him. He caressed the top of her beautiful foot with his fingertips and then reached up with one hand to caress the foot on his head. He couldn’t help but to also stroke the smooth, shiny patent leather of her sexy flats with his fingers. As he lay there with his nose mashed into the carpet, struggling to breathe, he was visualizing in his mind how gorgeous his beautiful goddess must look standing there in such a dominant pose. He continued to slowly and softly stroke her soft, sexy feet eking out as much pleasure as he could before his time was up.
"Would you like me to let you lift your head so you can look at them?" she asked smiling down at the humbled form groveling before her.
"Yes, Goddess!" he breathed heavily into the rug. The Goddess knew her slave well. She could tell from his tone that he was stiff and leaking without even looking. He was ready for the pain and destruction! At least as ready as he could be under the circumstances. And Cindy was ready and eager to destroy him!
A year ago when she had first married Don, Cindy had not been this sadistic. But Don had always been a slave to a beautiful woman’s sexy feet and the more Don had continued to worship and fear her in such a fatalistic way, the more sadistic she became. It had gotten to the point where she had her most thrilling and powerful orgasms right after, or during, one of her meanest trampling frenzies. She knew with a certainty, as did Don, that one day she would probably kill him. She loved him to be sure - and would surely miss him greatly when he was gone - yet she almost looked forward to it.
She already fantasized about how he would lick the bottom of her shoe while she stood casually on his throat with her other spike heel while reading her magazine.
Cindy removed the foot from Don’s head, "Then rise, Slave! But remain on your knees!" Don complied rather slowly. He did want to see her exquisite feet very badly but he didn’t want to have to stop stroking them. Worst of all, he knew from experience that the terror was about to begin. As usual, she made him a prophet.
He looked fearfully up into her shining eyes while at the same time drinking in the magnificence of her fantastic shape, especially the small, but perfect, breasts jutting straight out with not a hint of sag. He gazed up with a sadness about him at her luxurious black hair framing her angel’s face as she puckered up her lips and sensuously blew him a little kiss. Just like something out of ‘The Godfather’ he thought to himself. But before he could complete the thought - in a flash of speed, hands on hips - she joyfully extended her magnificent and shapely right leg in a crisp, upward kicking motion - the high arch of her pretty, little foot connecting with his naked form directly between his legs. Don let out a scream like a banshee as he wobbled precariously on his knees. But before he could complete the fall, Cindy kicked him again! This time it was the hard patent leather toe of her left flat that connected with his other egg sending him sprawling face first to the floor. Don’s face crashed into the carpet with a dull thud just three inches from the toe of the shoe that had just put him there.
Don had let out another horrible scream upon the second impact and was now rolling back and forth still screaming and crying in pain - wishing he would die so he could escape the terrible agony from the fiery pain in his groin. The doctors had just spent five hours in surgery four days ago repairing what was left of his mutilated penis. It was indeed a miracle that it was still in tact and operational after the way Cindy had trampled it unmercifully under her spike heels a week ago.
Don rolled himself into a pitiful little ball to protect himself but the Goddess just pushed him over onto his back with her little red flat meeting absolutely no resistance at all. The filthy sole of her sexy shoe rested heavily on his face covering one eye but he could still look straight up into her fiery black eyes and plead silently with her through his own tears. The look in the one tired, defeated eye that could be seen seemed to say, ‘Why are you doing this to me when you know how much I love you?’
The Goddess had a pretty good idea what the look meant. She had seen it a number of times before. "Do you love me, my little bug?" she taunted gazing down into his painful face wet with tears. "Tell me, Sweetheart, tell me and keep telling me just how much you love me and worship me while I’m casually ruining your worthless body with my sexy feet! I love hearing you yell out how much you love me right after I kick you in the balls. while you’re screaming in pain, tell me how much you worship me, Doormat!"
"Oh my beautiful Goddess, I love you so much! I worship you with all my heart and soul, My Darling!" he answered in a choked voice still not having recovered from the crippling kicks to his balls.
"I know you do, you pathetic little slave - and I love you too! Especially when I do this to you," she said softly and sincerely as she lifted her dainty foot off of his face and then stomped it right back down onto the bridge of his nose thoroughly crushing it under the rock, solid heel of her diminutive, size five and a half shoe. "See how much I love you," she giggled down at the bloody face peeking up at her from under her red shoe as she twisted it back and forth on Don’s re-broken nose. "These shoes were made for little girls to wear! They can’t possibly hurt you! CAN they?!"
Before her slave could get a scream out of his mouth, she had already turned and had proceeded to stomp the same hard heel down on his naked crotch a few times further damaging his bruised testicles and ripping open some of the stitches in his penis thus eliciting more painful shrieks of ‘I worship you’ from her slave. Her beautiful dark eyes moistened a little but only for a second, "I’m so sorry I do these terrible things to you," she said in a soft whisper as she stomped his exposed penis twice more then kicked him in the balls again with the hard toe of her flat.
The slave somehow managed to utter, "I love you, my beautiful goddess!" but it came out very weak.
She sounded like she meant every word but her bright and shining eyes told him she was lying and, as if to further contradict her sincerity, she kicked him once again between the legs with the hard patent leather toe of her shiny, little, red flat as hard as she could.
"I WORSHIP you!" Don screamed through his blinding pain.
Sincerity gave way to soft giggles as she watched the quivering, groveling mass of humanity squirming painfully around on the carpet - struggling pitifully as a bug would do to move away from her magnificent but killing feet.
"I love you so much, my darling but you’re KILLING me!" he cried trying desperately to fight off the waves of nausea invading his body as he felt himself slowly slipping away.
As Cindy observed her pitiful husband writhing in pain at her feet, she felt extremely sexy and powerful. She laughed out loud, delighted to see his wounded penis bleeding again where the stitcheshad been ripped open. She watched the blood gushing from her slave’s flattened nose and
remembered back to last week when she had broken and thoroughly demolished it with the same foot except that she had used the hard toe from one of her flamenco dance shoes to do the damage.
She had actually kicked him full in the face a number of times as he lay on the hardwood floor in the den. She had been practicing her flamenco dance steps around him and on him - and would kick his face each time the Latin music came to a crashing crescendo. The full sweeping kicks to his face had been so powerful that she had not only thoroughly crushed his nose but had also cracked one of his eye sockets along with kicking out two of his teeth.
She was jolted back to the present, "P-p-pleeeease, Cindy, pleeease! Don’t hurt me anymore! I can’t take it! You’re killing me, Sweetheart! Oh, Baby, why do you always need to be so mean to me? I worship you so much!" he shrieked in a high, cracking voice that was just barely audible. He was still fighting off the nausea trying hard to keep his dinner down while barely remaining conscious. "You always s-say you’re s-sorry but you just k-keep kicking me," he stuttered. "Someday you’re going to rupture them permanently and probably kill me at the same time! Why do you hate me so much?!" the slave sobbed trying hard to keep his voice as passive as possible so as not to offend her.
This was only the beginning. He knew that she was an addict - a full-fledged sadist who loved hurting him both physically and psychologically. Once she started, there would be no stopping her until she had had a dozen or so orgasms at his expense. The more she kicked him and the worse she hurt him, the greater the thrill and the more satisfying the subsequent orgasms became. What became of her slave during that time used to be a minor concern but no more. Now it was of no consequence at all to her. Cindy had absolutely no thought or concern about what was happening to the bloodied and beaten victim way down there on the floor under her feet somewhere. Don wasn’t even a ‘HE’ anymore, he was just an ‘IT’. Less than a dog! Not even an insect!
Cindy was in her own little world and only her sexual gratification and happiness meant anything. Once in a great while, at the end of one of her devastating assaults - when all her private orgasms were finished - she would stare down at her husband’s unconscious and ruined form and feel a slight twinge of pity for his damaged face and body. But more often than not, she would just kick it and walk over it on her way to the kitchen to get a snack. She always ruined him again and again, and a lot more often as her sexual needs dictated.
"Oh, my poor baby, I don’t HATE you! I LOVE you!" Cindy said emphatically. "Just because I happen to like kicking you and trampling you into the ground doesn’t mean I don’t love you," she explained logically, "I don’t know why I like kicking you," she said in her little baby voice. She was still standing over her husband’s broken body with her sexy foot resting heavily on his critically damaged penis and balls but she was acting like a little girl who had just been caught telling a lie. Her chin was down on her chest as she twisted from side to side as though trying to hide.
"I just like it," she continued in her sing-song voice remembering with elation the way his eyes had rolled way up into his head after she had delivered her crippling and paralyzing kicks and stomps to his tender, fragile eggs. "I like it so-o-o much! It’s positively exhilarating! I feel so… I don’t know… so wonderful! So alive! So sexy and beautiful because you always worship me so much when I hurt you. Seeing you down there like that, ready and willing to die at my feet, makes me feel so strong and powerful! My panties always get sopping wet! You’re so far under my spell that you’re just too weak and too stupid to stop me!"
"So why shouldn’t I hurt you?" she continued, "Putting you on the floor at my feet is so, so easy to do! It’s nothing at all for me to just kick you and stomp on you over and over! No effort at all on my part! Look at you lying completely defeated on the floor at my feet right there where I put you! I may be small and dainty but I’m a beautiful, powerful, sexy Goddess whom you worship with every breath in your trampled, tortured body! I love seeing you down there like that, thoroughly battered, beaten and bloody while I just prance around on you damaging and maiming you even more! I’m crippling you with my feet, Baby! You’re suffering unmercifully and I’m just blissfully playing with myself as I listen to your pathetic screams! You’re down there rolling around in blinding pain just because it pleases me! Because I…" and she emphasized the word ‘I’, "… little ol’ me - your sexy wife - just KICKED you down there with my mean little feet. There’s a lot of powerful kicks in those sweet little feet, Baby. I have the power to hurt you over and over until Hell freezes over!"
Cindy paused for a breath, "But of course I didn’t get that power on my own, Sweety," she continued, "because of your hopeless, AND absolutely helpless, addiction to my beautiful feet - YOU gave me that power! YOU did it!" Cindy laughed long and hard. "So you see, my lovable husband, it’s only your own helpless addiction to my beautiful feet that is actually killing you! You made me what I am and now you PAY!" By now, Cindy was laughing so hard she was practically in tears. "But does it really matter why I have this power over you?" she continued as her laughter subsided, "I HAVE it and that’s all that matters. When someone has that kind of awesome power,
they just have to use it!"
Little droplets of saliva were forming around Cindy’s lips as she continued to explain with great fervor to her battered victim on the floor, "Your helpless unquenchable desire for my feet has given me an equally helpless unquenchable desire to cause you unbearable pain and suffering." She was getting very close to cutting loose again.
"I want to stomp you and kick you and trample you so bad that I can hardly contain myself! I lie awake at night thinking of new and exciting ways to hurt you with my feet! I want to put you in the intensive care ward for a month! No! Not a month - a YEAR! But I don’t really want you to stay there that long, I need you at home so I can keep hurting you every day! I want to put so many scars all over your face and body with my heels that they will never ever go away. I want to show the world what you are and who you belong to."
"Think of it like this," she continued more animatedly. "What if someone gave you a ‘magic wand’ with which you could achieve your every dream and then told you that you couldn’t use it? Do you get my drift? Yes, I know I’m going to seriously damage you someday, I know I already have, but I just can’t help it. I really do love you, Darling, very much, but I just enjoy and need to hurt you real bad. You know, Sweetheart, hurting you is the ‘magic wand’ you gave me and something wonderfully magical happens to me right down here.." she patted the front of her wet, bikini panties lovingly, "…when I make you scream and then you yell at the top of your lungs that you worship me, I get so excited! It’s like music to my ears! It was ME! I DID that to you! I completely disabled you and tore you up with just my tiny, sexy, little feet!"
Cindy was all wound up now as she continued to explain, "When I’m ready to put you in the hospital, I’ll just kick and stomp your face until I knock you out! When you come to, I’ll trample your naked face and body until you pass out again! When I’ve completely ruined you, I’ll call 911 and have them come pick up the garbage! I’ve done it before and I’ll happily do it again! Probably TONIGHT!" Cindy exclaimed excitedly as she walked up to his face and began stomping her little foot down on it as hard as she possibly could over and over as she screamed her message - trying to show him with her mean and vicious stomps to his face exactly what she was talking about and exactly what he meant to her. The reverberating sound made by the back of Don’s head being slammed viciously into the floor was like that of a base drum being beaten.
"Don’t You SEE? Can’t you understand?" she seemed to be pleading with him to understand, "Open your eyes and look up at me! What do you see? I’ll tell you what you see! You see nothing but sheer joy on my face! I’m grinning from ear to ear as I stomp this hard heel into your face!" Cindy let it hover menacingly above her slave’s terrified face for a second or two, rotating her sexy ankle around and around very sensuously as she spoke. "See this little shoe I’m holding over your face? Well, Sweetheart, it can stomp your face until it KILLS you any time I want it to!" she yelled as she laughed and stomped her heel down into his face again and again.
Her slave was just about unconscious now and his eyes were very nearly swollen shut but he could still see the bottom of her shoe as she slammed it over and over into his face. He was completely mesmerized by the sight of his own blood smeared all over her sole.
"Watch this, Darling! Look up at me!" she said as she grabbed the edge of the dresser for support. "Watch what I do to you now!" she said as she stepped up on his face with both feet. "Would you like my pretty feet to jump up and down on your face?" she asked the bloody, cringing face under
her feet, "well, ready or not, h-e-e-r-e t-h-e-e-y c-o-o-m-e!" Cindy laughed in a singsong voice as she began rhythmically jumping up and down on her husband’s face with both feet. Cindy made sure to come down with her full weight concentrated on the heels of her shoes. "Look up, Slave! Can you see the bottoms of my sexy shoes stomping you into oblivion?!" Cindy panted.
Cindy wasn’t content to just let gravity alone do all the damage. No, she was trying to make up for her diminutive size by propelling the heels of her little, red flats down into Don’s face as hard as she could by pushing herself down from the edge of the dresser. What Cindy might have lacked in size, she easily made up for by continuous repetition and tireless tenacity.
Don lay there in blinding pain and sheer panic as he felt his face literally being crushed under Cindy’s pounding feet. But through it all, he knew that he only existed for his beautiful wife to hurt. He felt obligated to sacrifice himself exclusively for Cindy’s pleasure. Don tried valiantly to keep his tortured face upturned for her to jump on. He knew that Cindy preferred to stomp the front of his face rather than the side because she enjoyed the sound his nose made every time she landed on it. But Don kept drifting in and out of consciousness and his neck muscles were just not strong enough to keep his head rigid. Cindy could only get in a few crushing jumps at a time before his face slumped sideways forcing her to land on the side of his face or slide off onto the rug. But each time she slid off, she would kick her slave full in the face with the hard, patent leather toe of her shoe and demand that he straighten it back up again. Cindy would then giggle and climb back up on it and continue her jumping as though she were playing on a trampoline at the local playground.




















A Night With Cindy - Scene 2 - Part 2:

"See, Daddy!" she yelled excitedly, "see what I’m doing to your face just for the fun of it! I’m crushing it so bad you can’t even tell who you are anymore! Look at all that blood coming from where your nose used to be! Every time I land on it, it sounds like broken glass getting crushed in a trash compactor! I LOVE it! Can you HEAR me, Slave?! Are you still alive?" she screamed as her excitement reached a fever pitch. She stepped down temporarily and prodded the side of her slave’s trembling and almost unconscious face with the toe of her shoe to see if he could still respond. When she was satisfied that he was still barely conscious and would be able to feel the pain a little while longer, she climbed back up onto his battered face and continued jumping up and down on it some more.
Don had stopped screaming now - the pain was still there but it seemed somehow far, far away. He just stared up at her and smiled blankly through glassy, half conscious eyes as he watched with morbid fascination the bottoms of her shoes slamming down over and over, relentlessly onto his, now numb and blood soaked face. He was breathing raggedly through his open mouth as there was virtually nothing left of a nose to breathe through. In fact, there was very little left of his face at all. It had been pretty thoroughly crushed under Cindy’s gorgeous feet!
"See! See! I can STOMP you to DEATH under my sexy feet just because I don’t have anything better to do! I can KILL you if I want to just because I FEEL like it. HO HUM! How boring!" she said patting her open mouth with her fingertips. "And LOOK at you! You’re just lying there LETTING me do it! You should see the stupid look on your face! You’re just smiling! And your
eyes - what I can see of them through all the swelling - are gazing at me like a love-sick puppy dog! I’m killing you and you look up at me with worship in your eyes! You’re not even TRYING to stop me or get out of the way! You CAN’T stop me! You have to sacrifice yourself to me! Give up your life when I decide it’s time just so your spoiled little wife can have some FUN!"
Cindy was panting now. Perspiration beaded up on her forehead as she jumped on her husband’s face a few more times. They both knew he wasn’t feeling much pain any more but it didn’t matter. Cindy took on a soft, serious tone, "You really love me don’t you, Slave?" she breathed tenderly, " You worship the bottoms of my dirty shoes don’t you? You wouldn’t think of stopping me and spoiling my fun would you?" she smiled gently at him. "Look at your poor, bleeding, bashed-in face! I’m crushing it out of existence under my sexy feet and you’re not even trying to move it out of their way! You’re just lying there stupidly staring up at your own blood all over the bottoms of my shoes - worshipping and adoring each one of my little feet each time they crush your face - suffering obediently until they eventually stomp you out of this world! Do you have any idea what a fantastic rush that is?! You’re really turning me on, Darling, and I truly love you for it."
Cindy was breathing through her open mouth now, "To know you’ll let me jump on your face and stomp it with my innocent ‘little girl’ flats until they crush you to death. Maybe I’ll just put on my sexy, high, spike heels and finish jumping on your worthless face with them just because I FEEL like it! That should just about finish you, don’t you think?!" The more she jumped on his face while trying to explain her need to ruin him with her feet, the hornier she got. The hornier she got, the more she needed to hurt and maim him. Just saying she might someday kick him to death was an aphrodisiac for her. She quickly walked down his body to his groin and began jumping on it too - landing with her heels on his naked penis and balls over and over, again and again until he finally, mercifully, fainted from the horrible, blinding pain.
Cindy relaxed a little and sighed contentedly. She was still breathing hard as she peered down at the unmoving body under her feet. At first, she wasn’t quite sure if it was a dead body or just unconscious but she didn’t feel overly concerned either way. When she saw and heard bubbles forming in the blood around his nose, she figured he must be breathing to some degree so she moved back up and set her dirty shoe down on his bloody, pulverized, mashed-in face. "Good thing you passed out!" she said to the unhearing body, "I was getting pretty tired!"
Cindy demurely placed her dainty hands on her hips and struck a sexy pose. Admiring her figure in the full length mirror she began to fantasize, "Oh yes, Baby," she said to the unhearing, unfeeling slave on the floor, "Someday I’m going to put a spike heel carefully in the center of your worthless throat
and then just stand up on it with all my weight. I’ll just stand there until I snuff out your pathetic life as casually as if you were just an ugly insect under my shoe!"
Cindy stood up on her unconscious slave’s throat with the heel of her flat pretending it was one of her deadly spikes. She began massaging herself softly and sensuously, "I’ll just stand there quietly while your pathetic little eyes pop out of your head. You’ll stare up at me with worship and desperation in your little bug eyes, pleading with me in complete silence for a little bit of air but I won’t give you any. I’ll just smile down at you with contempt and spit in your face. I’ll grind my other spike heel into the spittle running down your face!" Cindy spat in his face to make the fantasy a little more real. She massaged herself sensuously and seductively then brought her other red flat up and ground her saliva into his unfeeling face.
She continued reciting her fantasy out loud, "I’ll grind my spike heel savagely into your cheek and tell you that you don’t have much time left and that I would like the bottom of my dirty shoe cleaned with your tongue before you die. You’ll do it too - just because you’re nothing but a pathetic little insect
waiting to perish under your Goddess’ sensational foot. You’ll even stroke the top my foot lovingly with your fingertips, the one that’s ending your existence. Now let me see, what can I be doing as you die under my feet? It has to be something very casual to show my complete disregard for your fate. I know! I’ll be eating a piece of candy and watching my favorite soap opera on TV. I’ll be laughing as I watch the TV! I won’t even know for sure when you pass from this world to the next! I sure hope you get my shoe completely clean before you die."
Cindy smiled at herself in the mirror and then suddenly her delicate lips formed into the letter ‘O’ as she realized her slave had almost stopped breathing. "Oh dear me! I really AM killing you aren’t I? It’s not time for that yet," she laughed as she transferred the weight from the foot on his throat to the other foot still grinding her saliva into his face.
As Don began to stir imperceptibly about 10 minutes later and felt Cindy’s foot on his face, he was beginning to understand a whole new meaning for the word ‘fear’. He lay there choking, literally broken and in horrible agony, shaking and shivering in terror. When he first married her two years
ago, she had been very shy. She would barely even let him kiss her feet without getting embarrassed - let alone hurt him with them. She had felt strange being in charge and having someone worship her feet - she had thought it was weird. Eventually though, after about a year and a half with constant coaxing and pleading, he had brought her to a point that Don considered ‘perfect’. It was just the right mixture of foot worship, minor humiliation and a token amount of pain. He felt he had died and gone to heaven.
But now, as he felt himself going into shock, it felt like he really was going to die - literally! Something in his beautiful wife had changed. It hadn’t really changed but rather, it had escalated. The slave had been very happy and content with the light domination that he had been able to develop in his sexy
wife, but his beautiful Goddess never got the message that she was to stay at that level. Never before had she been given that kind of power and now she was drunk with it and completely out of control. Don kept trying but he just couldn’t control the situation any more. He now had a choice with only two options: He could get the Hell out now before she caused any permanent damage or he could stay and take his chances.
He had even tried once to make her cease and desist. ‘I’m the man in this house!’ he had told her. ‘You’re going to do what I tell you!’ whereupon Cindy just packed her bags and walked out - kicking him in the balls as she left! She wasn’t even gone a week when Don went crawling to her, begging her to come back.
Don was jarred back into the present! "Put my heels on me, Baby! It’s time to play some more!" She said it so softly that he barely heard her. There was a sadness about her in spite of the fiery glow in her deep, dark eyes. It was as though she knew that the fantasy she had just indulged in would, in all likelihood, become reality someday. Don sensed it too.
Very slowly the slave, still managing to fight off going into shock, tried to do as he was told. He was still crying and moaning from his aching face and testicles. He couldn’t have stood even if he had been allowed to but he finally managed to get the blood-soaked little flats off her feet with her help and replace them with the sexy spike heels.
"Lay your hands out - palms up!" she said a little more brightly. The slave cried out and begged her pitifully not to hurt him any more but he dutifully obeyed her nevertheless. "Would you like to kiss them first?" she asked tenderly. "Maybe it won’t hurt as much if you do," she reasoned while ignoring
his passionate pleas. She acted genuinely concerned for his well being. She threw him a towel from the dresser, "Here! wipe all that blood off your face! You don’t want to mess up my gorgeous feet do you?"
Don grabbed the towel and did his best to remove all the blood but there was just too much of it. She was right of course. She was always right. Whenever he kissed her feet or even just gazed at them, it was like receiving an injection of morphine. It didn’t stop the pain but it seemed to somehow
anesthetize it to a small degree. He strained to move his aching face closer and closer to her delicate ankle while anticipating the moment to come when he would make love to her beautiful feet with his shredded lips. He masochistically held himself back purposely so as to better savor the moment at hand. The pain in his face and groin had even begun to recess ever so slightly.
And now his ragged lips were on her ankle. He didn’t kiss it right away, just brushed his lips over it and down over her high arch toward her succulent toes which were all but hidden in the sexy pumps except for a little cleavage - then on over to her other lovely foot where he repeated the masochistic
ritual. He knew he would be granted a certain amount of time for this ritual, partly because she loved watching him grovel at her feet and worship them but also because she maybe felt a little guilty about what she was about to do to him with them.
Seeing and feeling her slave’s lips on her feet was beginning to make her panties moist again and she started feeling the urge to hurt him some more. Normally she gave him a little more time to worship her feet but she was a little hotter than usual tonight. She lifted the foot that he wasn’t kissing and set the spike heel softly down on his palm. "It’s hurting time again, Honey!" she said somberly, "time to ruin your hands like I just did to your face and balls!"
"No! Please, My Darling! Let me worship you some more first, I beg you!" he cried feeling cheated and also fearful. He stared at the gorgeous foot on his hand and was entranced by it. He stopped begging and just stared at it like a priceless treasure to be revered. She was hurting him a little bit but it was nothing compared to what it was going to become. He went back to kissing her shapely ankle with a much deeper sense of urgency even as he continued to stare at the other one pressing down slowly, harder and harder, into the soft flesh of his palm.
"You can still worship me, my little pet. Just watch my little feet as they trample your hands into a couple of lifeless lumps of flesh!" She removed her ankle from his quivering lips and stood on his other hand with her spike heel - full weight! The slave let out another cry and then another and another as his Goddess began to slowly stamp down on his palms with her spike heels - one at a time - over and over - harder and harder - faster and faster. Soon she was running in place letting the points of her spikes come down full force into the slave’s bruised and pock marked hands.
"Look up at me!" she panted as she continued to jog on his ruined palms. "Do you think I’m beautiful?" she asked in a soft whisper. Even though both eyes were swollen shut, the slave looked up. Tears were cascading down his face in torrents as he gazed first at her silken bare legs, then on up to her cute, tight little ass wriggling underneath the red satin fabric of her panties, and finally up to her back and alabaster shoulders not quite covered by her long, rich ebony hair bouncing up and down rhythmically as she ran.
"Oh, yes my darling! You’re the most beautiful, heavenly body in all the universe!" Don said sincerely, completely mesmerized by the unflawed perfection that was his wife. Cindy’s beauty could only be matched by her blatant, sadistic cruelty.
Cindy smiled and began slowing down a little, just marching on his bleeding hands as he stared up at the beautiful creature above him through tears of pain and misery. His mind was telling him how ‘drop-dead’ gorgeous she was even as he screamed from the horrible pounding her heels were doing
to his hands. And then, suddenly, she looked down over her shoulder at his pitiful tear stained face.
"Tell me you worship me, Doormat!" she whispered softly as though in a trance. Her dreamy eyes were half closed as she made a concerted effort to focus mentally on the feel of her spikes sensuously crushing his pliable flesh. She felt his left hand moving and rolling around lifelessly under her spike
heel like a rag doll as she would purposely let it grind down at different angles into his soft flesh. If she twisted the spike into the back of his palm toward the wrist, she would feel his fingers being forced up off the rug to curl around on top of her magnificent foot, only to fall back down again when
she maneuvered the heel back toward the fingers. Then she would repeat the process on his other hand all the while paying no attention to his plaintiff and painful cries pleading and begging hopelessly for a little mercy.
"Okay," she said stepping off his hands, "turn them over! Let’s do the same thing to the other side! Ifeel like breaking them now!" Cindy said it as casually as if she were talking about fixing a snack, "I wonder how long it’s going to take me to break all the bones in your hands and render them
completely useless!?"
Don gasped and marveled at Cindy’s cold blooded cruelty. He started to beg and plead but decided against it. Cindy was in a homicidal mood and nothing anyone could say or do was going to stop her from doing as she pleased. He turned his already aching, but so far unbroken, hands slowly over and whispered a very earnest but silent prayer.
Cindy wasted very little time. She stepped on the backs of Don’s hands with her spike heels and began immediately running in place. It actually took less than three minutes for Cindy to literally break most of the bones in both of his hands. Some had been crushed into a mealy, bloody substance. All the fingers were broken and most were laying at weird, grotesque angles. As Cindy continued jogging in place, it became harder and harder to keep her spikes from sticking in his flesh. As Cindy lifted her running feet, Don’s impaled hands would rise up with them. Cindy continued in this fashion
until both his hands had become what she had predicted, a couple of lifeless lumps of carnage. Don, of course, had no knowledge of any of the damage. He had passed out from the pain after about the first 30 seconds. Cindy finally stopped and again waited patiently for her husband to regain consciousness.
Another 10 minutes went by when she again felt her husband moving ever so slightly. Cindy was still facing forward so she pulled one of her spikes loose from Don’s hand eliciting a pathetic scream from his lips. She bent her knee and lifted the right foot off his hand and shoved the sole back into her
slave’s face. "Kiss it, My Darling! And then lick it clean!" she laughed as she bounced on her other heel still stabbing her slave’s other hand. "Stick out your tongue and lick all the dirt and blood off my shoe! Get the heel too!"
The slave painfully but gratefully began to kiss and lick the sole of his Goddess’ dirty shoe. Grateful because there was one less hand being mangled and maimed for the moment. He couldn’t help but stare at what was left of his hand for a second, cringing at the sight of it. It was misshapen and very bloody and quite grotesque. He hadn’t moved it because she hadn’t given him permission to but it was highly doubtful that he would have been able to anyway. It was basically numb just like the other one was becoming. A little bit of panic began to set in as he looked at her beautiful, sexy heel
bouncing on his other mangled hand. Why didn’t he feel the pain like before? Then there was no pain at all, no feeling of any kind - just cold numbness. "Please, Goddess, please! I can’t feel it anymore! Have a little pity on me!" he sobbed genuinely frightened. This wasn’t the first time she had done this
to his palms but she had never mangled the backs of his hands before. He had always recovered in the past and he prayed he would again although he had very little hope of that happening.
"Keep licking!" she said ignoring his sobs but she too was a little concerned. More ‘ticked off’ than concerned! What good did it do to ruin his hands if he couldn’t feel it? She stepped forward dejectedly removing her heel from his hand. "Go get my red pumps! I bet you’ll feel those!" she commanded licking her lips in anticipation.
Scared and shivering, the slave struggled to get up on his knees. He felt like passing out again as he was still quite woozy from the senseless and cruel stomping his face had taken from Cindy’s hard heels. Also, his groin area was still heavily traumatized and in shock and it took every bit of strength
and will power he had to crawl to the closet and bring back her red pumps with the missing rubber tips. His hands were useless now and he looked rather like a person whose arms had been flash frozen - carrying the shoes awkwardly in his arms while using his face to steady them and keep them
from falling as he made his way slowly back to her on his elbows and knees.
Cindy watched his fumbling progress with a cruel and wicked smile forming around the edges of her soft and seductive lips. It was quite similar to the many times she had stepped on insects just hard enough to cripple them but not kill them. She had always delighted in watching them spasmodically
crawl around in semi circles trying in vain to escape the inevitable crushing sole of Cindy’s shoe hovering just over their squirming bodies. Of course they never did and neither would Don! Just like the insects, she had maliciously hurt Don many times in the past thoroughly enjoying leaving him so badly injured that it was impossible to do even the relatively simple tasks she would order him to do.
"How am I doing, Lover? Are you getting all the pain you can handle?" she laughed. "Remove my sexy black pumps and put the red ones on me!" she commanded standing there with her delicate hands placed regally on her shapely hips. "Do it slowly and with reverence! Worship me, Slave!
Worship my sexy, mean, cruel high heels!"
She laughed heartily when she saw the fear and confusion come into her slave’s eyes. Her luscious legs were spread in a dominant stance with her sharp heels making deep indentations in the rug. Even if Don were not suffering horribly from the kicking and stomping Cindy had done to his face and balls, and even if he had the use of his hands, he still would not have been able to remove her sexy shoes without having to physically move her. And of course he would never even dream of doing such a sacrilegious thing even if he were physically capable of it.
Don moved cautiously forward groveling at her feet - his face just a few inches above the carpet. He put down her red pumps as carefully as he could then reached out his useless and traumatized hands to try and somehow remove one of Cindy’s sexy, black pumps but as he did so, he lost his balance and fell forward - his bruised face landing on the pointed toe of one of her black, patent leather pumps. He hadn’t been told to but he began kissing and licking the smooth, shiny surface getting incredibly turned on as he did so. It was quite easy for Don to become hard but it didn’t last long.
The pain caused by his swelling, damaged member was just too great and it deflated as quickly as it had become rigid.
Cindy smiled down at him, "I’m waiting, Slave," she said simply as she impatiently tapped the toe of her other foot on the rug.
Don quickly returned to the task of trying to remove the sexy shoe from her exquisite foot, "Please help me, Honey," he pleaded, "Could you lift your beautiful foot a little, please?" he asked shakily.
"Of course, Sweetheart!" she said brightly as she lifted her right foot, brought it back and ruthlessly kicked him squarely in the face. The hard, pointed toe of the patent leather pump slammed full force, flush into the side of Don’s already thoroughly crushed nose. The inside edge of his right eye socket
also took much of the blow. The toe of her sexy black pump was not as hard as the toes on her flamenco dance shoes but it was considerably sharper. "How was that, Dear? Did I lift it enough to suit you?" she asked amused with herself.
A gut wrenching shriek emanated from the pit of Don’s stomach as the force of the cruel blow drove him backward into a kneeling position where he teetered for a second before starting to fall forward in a semi-conscious heap. He instinctively turned his head away from her deadly shoe and reached for his eye, thinking that it was probably as worthless now as the rest of his body. As Don’s bleeding face rushed to meet the carpet, Cindy lightly skipped forward and intercepted it bringing the hard pointed toe of her other shoe up to meet it with another powerful, fully extended kick.
"I’ll even lift the other one for you," she giggled as the toe of her deadly pump connected between Don’s parted lips kicking out two of his lower teeth that had already been severely loosened earlier from the heels of Cindy’s red flats. Don was propelled backwards like a shot and was lying, just barely conscious, on his back. Cindy stepped up onto his naked crotch driving her spike purposefully into his damaged penis and stomped up his abdomen, stomach and chest. Her spike heels sank deeply into his pliant flesh all the way up. When she got to his chest, she placed the tip of a spike heel on each of Don’s nipples. She stood there a moment twisting her spikes and letting them sink into the tender, pink flesh. She looked down at her bleeding and battered husband, Admiring all the tell tale signs of her handy work. Finally she stepped on the side of his unmoving face grinding her spike heel
ruthlessly into it as she headed on into the bathroom.
As she went inside the bathroom, she called out behind her, "Oh, my adorable little floor mat, you certainly know how to treat a lady just right," she said laughing out loud sensing that although he probably hadn’t felt the pain from the spike heel in his face, he might have been just coherent enough to know she had done it and maybe he could also just barely hear and understand her.
"Looks like we’re going to have to have a pause for a few minutes in our foreplay, Darling," she continued from the bathroom, "I’m getting pretty horny and I want your tongue inside of me while you’re still alive, conscious and able to satisfy me. I’d also like you to caress my breasts with your ruined hands. That should be fun for both of us. I’m curious to know whether or not you can still feel any pleasure with them," she chuckled, "After I’ve enjoyed a few orgasms, I’ll finish the massacre I started by trampling what’s left of your face and body under my red spikes. If you manage to stay alive after I’m through with you, you can figure out how to get yourself to the emergency room. And no matter what they tell you, I want you back here by tomorrow night. I’ve got more plans for you. Oh, and don’t wake me up on your way out! I need my beauty sleep!"
 
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its a nice story

I still had this on my harddrive. Dr. Bogue is also pretty violent and one of my favourites. I assume its still available in the history of this forum. Else I still have it on my harddrive
 
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One of the all time gre
A Night With Cindy



Cindy came into the room wearing only a pair of black satin panties and a sexy, wicked smile. She turned on the light and walked silently to the side of the bed where her husband, Don, was tossing and turning painfully in a restless sleep. As she pulled back the covers exposing his naked and freshly scarred body, her sexy smile turned into a throaty, satisfying laugh.

"What!? What are you doing?" Don protested groggily before he was fully awake and knew who it was.

With great anxiety and trepidation, he quickly realized it was his beautiful wife, Cindy, and she was wearing that same sexy, yet incredibly innocent looking smile he had come to know and fear. He glanced to the floor quickly and whispered a silent sigh of relief when he saw that her soft and lovely feet were bare even though he knew that many of Cindy’s murderous spike heels were only a few feet away in the closet.

Knowing this, he began to plead in earnest. "Oh please don’t, Cindy! Please don’t hurt me anymore! It’s so late and I’m still hurting so bad…." He saw the familiar mischievous sparkle in Cindy’s eyes and felt the familiar sting of tears begin to fog his own. He begged her even more earnestly, "Oh my beautiful goddess, I’ll do anything you want only please don’t trample me anymore. You hurt me so bad tonight, Darling. I think you may have done some permanent damage. I don’t think I can take…."

"Shhhhh," she interrupted his frantic begging with the tip of a dainty, freshly manicured fingernail over his lips, "I really DID work you over didn’t I, Slave? Those jagged, metal nail-heads sticking out of my spikes can really do some mean damage can’t they, my pet?" she giggled.

Cindy looked down at his chest smiling, "Tsk, tsk! Poor little baby! I guess I probably scarred your little nipples for life but you really should get down on your hands and knees and thank me for not KILLING you under those mean, little spike heels! In the mood I was in, I could very easily have done it you know," she laughed heartily again.

"Okay, I know I got a little carried away tonight and I’m sorry my little feet were so mean to you, Sweetheart, but after all, you ARE only dirty, filthy scum under my little high heels and everybody knows it really doesn’t matter what happens to dirty, filthy scum now does it? Besides, at this moment I’m feeling kind of amorous and you know how badly I need to trample and maim your worthless body when I’m feeling like this!" Cindy ran the tip of her luscious tongue over her lips in eager anticipation.

"But this time I’ll hurt you by walking on you lovingly instead of trampling you in anger," she continued, "it’ll be a much nicer hurt, I promise you. Now, be a good boy and go get me a pair of very high, sexy spike heels! Why don’t you get the black pair with the thin spaghetti straps so you can see the milky white skin of my sexy, little feet while they trample your worthless body into the carpet! I’ll be gentle with you. I promise."

Don, of course, knew that he was indeed very lucky to be alive from the trampling Cindy had given him earlier in the evening. He also knew that Cindy had no idea at all what ‘gentle’ meant and she knew even less what ‘sorry’ meant.

"Oh God, Cindy, the heels on those shoes are thinner than the straps! They’re like ice picks! They’ll finish killing me, I know they will! I should be at the hospital right now! I know I can’t…."

"Well… ," she interrupted impatiently, "If you’d rather… I’ll just go downstairs and slip my dainty little bare feet into the ‘annihilators’ again. I’ll be only too happy to finish what I started earlier - only this time you won’t have blue jeans on to protect your puny, little ‘pride and joy’ and I’ll definitely trample it under my heels a lot longer than a mere twenty minutes! I’m not mad at you anymore, Honey, in fact I’m feeling relatively tender and loving towards you. You DO want to keep me that way - - don’t you? I might even let you make love to me when I get through with you," she winked down at him with a devilish look in her eyes, "IF there’s anything left of your manhood that is!"

Don trembled as he remembered vividly back to four hours ago when he had been begging for his life under Cindy’s ‘not so loving and tender’ high heels. His beautiful wife had come home expecting to find an empty house but he had not gone to work as he was supposed to. Cindy had stopped abruptly when she came through the front door and saw him sitting in the big chair watching TV. She continued frowning for a moment then grinned maliciously as she calmly slipped out of her soft and innocent looking, baby-blue flats and into her sexy but deadly, blood-red ‘annihilators’ as she had affectionately named them. She never put them away anymore. Instead, she always had them laying around the house in plain view to remind her husband of what would happen to him if he ever displeased her. She strode over to the chair and stood majestically in front of his shrinking form. She silently ordered him to the floor by pointing her slender index finger at the rug in front of her feet.

In spite of his horrible fear, Don had wasted no time in getting to the floor and groveling like a dog at his gorgeous wife’s feet. He knew from very painful experience never to keep Cindy waiting - especially while she was caressing herself erotically as she usually did just prior to trampling him. Cindy stepped harshly up onto his quivering body as though it were something offensive that needed to be crushed out of existence. She then proceeded to methodically and brutally butcher it under the thin, 5 inch, stiletto heels of her lethal, red pumps leaving the chest, face and groin area extremely bruised and bloody and, in many places, badly scarred and disfigured. Even though she had started in a fairly angry frame of mind, by the time she had finished she had been moaning softly as she had continued to run her fingertips over her taut nipples and sensuously rub her palms gently on the damp area of her silky, black panties.

For Cindy, there was no nicer, more erotic way to become aroused - no quicker turn-on - than to literally walk all over a naked man and trample him ruthlessly into the ground using only the sexiest, highest, most painful pair of heels in her wardrobe. She liked to think of herself as an ‘executioness’ in heels. Her red pumps had always been her most vicious pair of shoes - even before she had made Don remove the protective rubber tips from the ends of the heels with a pair of pliers leaving only the very jagged metal nail-heads exposed. That had been on a night when she had had a couple of large glasses of wine and had been in a particularly playful - which translated to ‘very brutal’ - mood.

Even though Cindy, at the tender age of 19, was a very sadistic young woman - quite often she was pretty lovable to her devoted husband with her sexy feet. Don’s member would always stand at rock hard attention while his beautiful wife walked on his face in her petite, silky, stockinged feet. Cindy only weighed a hundred pounds and he could even take a pair of her ‘normal’ spike heels on a good night as long as he could look up at her and worship her beautiful body. But this time she had proceeded to trample him so quickly and so brutally that he hadn’t had time to get in the proper ‘worshipful’ frame of mind which was necessary to offset some of the horrible pain. Also, the light had been very bad and he hadn’t been able to see how fantastic and gorgeous Cindy looked in her sexy pumps. Being able to see his beautiful goddess was extremely important for him to get in his ‘worshipful’ frame of mind. Fortunately, his member had actually become quite soft during the horrible, blinding pain he had felt for the short period of time she had stomped on it. His slightly protected penis had managed to escape serious injury; however, she did manage to totally crush and rip away most of the flesh from his exposed nipples during her trampling frenzy.

Cindy knew, of course, how to get him in the right frame of mind to be trod upon but a car had cut her off on the way home and she just needed someone to trample so she could get rid of her anger and aggression. The fact that her husband hadn’t gone to work gave her just the excuse to punish him severely - not that she needed one. She was only in a mood to savagely destroy another human being’s frail body - to hurt and mangle it as badly as possible by stomping all over it with her spike heels. She knew that Don’s transgression hadn’t warranted the brutal trampling he had received and she knew it wasn’t his fault that the car had cut her off - but someone had to suffer and it might as well be her husband. In short, she was going to have a ‘little temper tantrum’ by trampling the crap out of him. She really didn’t give a rat’s ass if he enjoyed it or not. And, at the time, she really didn’t much care if he even survived it!

Cindy always loved to put an even healthier fear into her already petrified husband by continually talking to him as she trampled and maimed him. Things like, ‘I don’t know if your going to survive this one, Sweetheart!’ or ‘This is it, Darling! Tonight you DIE under my feet!’ She would then enjoy placing the tip of her spike heel into his throat and then stepping down on it. She’d look down at him with amusement and laugh at him as he squirmed under her heel while waving his arms around frantically. His eyes would bug out of their sockets while silently pleading with her for air. It never took him very long to pass out but up until now, she had always stepped down as soon as he did.

It had been a warm, summer evening and, unfortunately for Don, he had not been wearing a shirt when Cindy came home. He was, however, wearing blue jeans and it was just his good fortune that Cindy had not wished to wait while he removed them. That, and the fact that she only weighed a hundred pounds, was the only reason he had a penis that still functioned. She had spent most of the 20 minutes stomping his prick with her spike heels and only the tough denim had saved it for her to trample another time, maybe tonight. His nipples, on the other hand, had suffered extensive and irreparable damage from the jagged metal tips and were badly in need of medical attention.

Don knew for certain that he didn’t want a repeat of that holocaust any time soon. There was no proper frame of mind for one of Cindy’s sadistic trampling moods, besides, he was completely naked now - there would be no protection of any kind from her devastating spikes. Cindy, of course, could do considerable damage to her husband with any pair of shoes in her wardrobe. Even her innocent, tame looking, baby-blue flats - made of velvety smooth kidskin around the toes and on the sides - had been used against him very effectively.

Many were the times she would make him sit down against a wall. Then, while seating herself comfortably in front him, she would ruthlessly kick and stomp him in the face over and over with the - not so velvety smooth - hard heels of those innocent little flats. His head would slam back against the wall over and over until he would finally slump, semi-conscious, to the floor with blood streaming freely from his mouth and nose and both eyes swollen shut. She would then stand up, walk over to his barely conscious form and casually stomp the heel of her little flat down into his bloody, puffy face until she had completely succeeded in kicking him into oblivion. Don usually didn’t regain consciousness from one of Cindy’s stomping sessions for almost twenty minutes.

Even so, however, the red pumps were far and away the most dangerous pair of shoes she owned, so without taking any chances, or wasting any more time, he quickly got up and retrieved the sexy pair of black, spaghetti strapped, high heeled slings she had specifically requested. Almost all of her beautiful feet would be visible. The heels were very narrow, very sharp, and very painful but at least the rubber tips were still in place and there weren’t any jagged nail-heads exposed.

When Don returned, Cindy had settled in and made herself comfortable. She still had on her black panties along with the same sexy and wicked smile - her delectable tiny feet were still bare. She observed the sexy shoes in her slave’s hands. "Definitely a nice choice," she said approvingly. "Slip them lovingly onto my beautiful feet, then kiss both of those sexy feet reverently, and then lie down over here!" she commanded softly patting an area next to her left side.

Don swallowed heavily. Then, with gentle and tender loving care, slipped the high heels onto her immaculate feet and leaned forward to reverently kiss them as she had commanded when she suddenly had a change of heart.

"Stop!" she said giving his face a wicked kick with her spike heel drawing a little blood in the process, "I’ve changed my mind," she smiled at her confused husband, "I’ve decided I’m not going to let you kiss my feet. After all, you’re just dirt! You’re not good enough! You may, however, put your face exactly six inches from my feet and just gaze upon them with awe! Worship them with your eyes until you go crazy with desire," she giggled at the thought of her husband’s hopeless obsession with her feet. "I want to see how long it takes you to go crazy and drench yourself with pre-cum! There’s more than one way to make you suffer, Slave, and I’m going to find every one of them!" Cindy laughed cruelly as she watched the blood trickling down his cheek and onto his neck from her mean and careless kick to his unprotected face. "Make sure your face is in a direct line with my spikes in case I decide I want to kick it some more," she purred.

She was right about driving him crazy! She had never been able to understand the metamorphosis that came over her slave each time she teased him like this. All she knew was - it did! And she dearly delighted in watching him literally suffering at her feet. Beads of sweat would pop up all over his forehead while his penis became as hard and as wet as a steel rod in a rain storm. His breathing would become ragged and irregular as he nervously twitched and squirmed at her feet yet never taking his eyes from them. Her slave was making a super-human, almost impossible, effort not to breach that six inch margin she had given him. Cindy just lay back and sighed contentedly as she observed her agonized husband going ballistic, with an amused yet sadistic look on her face. She was looking at him in exactly the same way she would look at a bug just before bringing her sexy, little foot down onto it’s helpless form. She always liked to laugh out loud as she ground and twisted its frail form under one of her sexy shoes - crushing out it’s pathetic life slowly and methodically.

"Would you like me to let you kiss them, Baby? Just once?" She teased him cruelly still thinking about the bug. She made him suffer like that for ten minutes listening to his pathetic moans and groans while saliva dripped from his lips onto his rock hard penis. Finally, she said, "Beg me, Baby! Plead with your goddess and maybe I’ll rub the dirt from the soles of my sexy shoes all over your ugly face. Would you like that, Slave?" she asked drawing back one of her sexy feet menacingly. "Look at that dirty, filthy sole, Lover. There’s a lot of dirt and squashed insects on that sole! Why don’t you stick your tongue out so I can clean it!"

Don started to lean forward with his tongue hanging out obediently as Cindy moved her sexy shoe toward him. "On the other hand, maybe I’ll just….," she didn’t finish the sentence. Her bright eyes sparkled with fire as she viciously drove her spike heel straight into his face again as hard as her muscular, yet shapely, leg could drive it. This time Don was propelled off the end of the bed and down onto the floor with a loud crash. Cindy laughed merrily as her husband lay on the floor crying in severe and agonizing pain.

Don lay on the floor dazed and bleeding but he couldn’t help himself. In spite of his great agony, he suffered more by not being allowed to kiss her gorgeous feet than from all the physical pain she gave him from driving her murderous spikes into his face. He begged her shamelessly with tears in his eyes while slowly creeping back up toward the bed to get within that six inches of her fantastic feet again. "Just let me kiss them once, Darling," he pleaded desperately, "Just once, please, Baby, I’m begging you! I worship you so much! I need to kiss your feet so badly!" He was so horny, he had completely ignored the two hard stomps to his face from her sharp spikes and was blissfully ignorant of what his gorgeous wife was planning next.

Cindy, having had a delicious taste of his blood, edged toward the foot of the bed ready to intercept him when his face appeared again. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she lay back on her elbows and cocked both feet back about six inches above the blanket - waiting for his face to re-appear. "Sorry, Darling, but you must suffer from my spikes first! It pleases me so much when you suffer in horrible agony from my sexy feet!"

She laughed as she watched him struggle to climb back up onto the bed again. As his face came briefly into view at the foot of the bed, Cindy let loose with both feet. "Here comes a present from the feet of your beautiful goddess, Slave!" she screamed with delight as she kicked Don’s defenseless face unmercifully again and again and again, three more times in rapid-fire succession. First the right foot, then the left and finally another right. "Kiss the heel! Kiss the tips of my heels while I stomp your face with them!" she screamed excitedly as she drove them into her husband’s face - but Don never got the chance - it just happened too quickly for him to comprehend. She would gladly have continued kicking her battered target but it was now sprawled face-up on the floor.

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.





A Night With Cindy - Scene 2 - Part 1:


The next night Cindy came into the room wearing a pair of blood-red, patent leather flats and lacypanties of the same color. She was carrying a Frederick’s catalogue as she turned on the light and walked to the side of the bed and sat down. Her slave/husband, Don, remembering back to last weekend, cringed as he stared up into her lovely face with abject fear in his eyes. Surely, after putting him in the intensive care ward, she would at least let his injuries heal before doing it again! Wouldn’t she!? After all, he had only been released from the hospital two days ago!
"Hi!" she said cheerfully as she bent forward and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Can you guess what kind of games my dainty little feet and I are going to play all over your broken body tonight?" she teased - kissing him lightly on his lips before he could answer. Cindy liked to refer to her feet as a separate entity.
"Well, surprise, surprise! We’re going to play ‘Trample the Doormat’ just like we did before - only a lot worse!" she continued as if she were telling him a bedtime story. She kissed his cheek softly as she continued, "but don’t worry, we’ll be gentle with you some of the time."
Cindy clapped her hands together like a little girl, "I’ve thought of something new to do to you," she said gleefully. "Sometime during this wonderful night of pain and pleasure - your pain, my pleasure -I’m going to stand on your hands in my sharpest spike heels and just literally tear them into tiny, little, bloody shreds!"
"You’re going to lie as docilely as a little lamb on your stomach with your hands laid out above your head." Cindy continued to grin mischievously. "Your face will be just a few inches from all the great action. You’ll have the best view in the house. Better than mine even! I’m really jealous!" she teased.
"But even though you’ll be close enough to kiss my beautiful feet, I won’t let you," she said petulantly, "You can only stare at them helplessly. I know you’ll be fascinated as you watch my spike heels ripping your hands into little pieces. I won’t show you any mercy at all. You’ll be in the most horrible agony you can imagine but you won’t be allowed to do anything but worship them with your eyes as they grind, stomp and trample your hands into bloody, mushy mounds of gory flesh. Ooh, it’s going to be such fun!" Cindy clapped her hands together three or four times just like a little girl getting ready for her birthday party.
"I’m going to use the red, leather pumps with the missing tips. Won’t that be a lot of fun seeing me dance and prance around as you feel the sharp, jagged metal edges ripping the flesh off your hands? But it’ll be worth the price you have to pay because I’ll be so sexy, you’ll be creaming all over yourself in spite of the fact that you’ll never use your hands again." Cindy kept giggling like a young girl continuing to kiss him after each sentence.
"The problem is," she said with mock concern, "I care for you so much, I just know I won’t be able to watch the horrible bloody mess I’m going to make of your hands, my darling," she laughed again pretending to pout. "I’d probably get sick to my stomach if I had to look at all that blood and gore! So instead of watching what my feet are doing, I’m just going to keep myself busy reading my catalogue while my spike heels are busy destroying your hands. I’ll stop my trampling when I get to the last page. I sure hope there’s something left of them but I seriously doubt it. You know how long it takes me to read my Frederick’s catalogue, don’t you?" she laughed joyfully, especially the high heel section."
"Oh dear! What’s the matter? Are you cold? You seem to be shaking and shivering," she asked with exaggerated concern as she kissed him again very tenderly on the lips. "You’re not afraid of me are you?" she giggled, "After all, I’m just a little 19 year old girl. I’m barely over five feet tall and I only weigh a hundred pounds. I’m even wearing little red flats that were bought in the ‘junior miss’ section. How can such a sweet, petite, sexy little girl like me possibly scare such a great big guy like you?" She was laughing uncontrollably now.
But ‘scared’ didn’t even come close to the way Don felt. "Oh no, no! Oh Cindy! Please! Please, Baby! You can’t - - please don’t hurt me anymore! Don’t take away my hands! Please, I’m begging you, Darling! Have pity on .. " but she didn’t let him finish.
"Shhhhh," she said kissing him sensuously on the lips again to silence him, "it’s no trouble at all and you don’t even have to thank me. Since it was my little feet that put you in the hospital during Christmas, this will have to be their belated Christmas present to you," she smiled kissing him one last time very sensuously on the mouth. "Mmmm! Oh, Baby! All this talk about trampling you is getting me all warm and excited. Maybe I should let you make love to me first while you still can before ripping you apart with my spikes. Would you like that, Honey?"
Don couldn’t help himself. In spite of the fact that he was deathly afraid of his radiantly beautiful wife, or more specifically, her fantastic but lethal feet, he still loved her and worshipped her so greatly, that he would allow her to do anything her heart desired to him. He peeked over the side of the bed at her red flats and felt a twinge of fear as well as a tingle between his legs. "I love you so much. Please don’t hurt me my darling, let me make love to you instead. I’ll do everything just the way you like it. Please, Baby, please!" he begged her shamelessly knowing she wouldn’t pay any attention to his plaintiff pleas.
Cindy let out a very audible, contented sigh then pulled back the covers and climbed up to sit on his naked, semi-hard penis. "I’ll think about it, Sweetheart, now put your legs up!" she commanded softly and Don obeyed immediately. She leaned back and brought the hard soles of her dirty shoes up to rest on his worried face - not hard, not soft, just matter-of-factly. She had learned that wearing a sexy pair of flats was an excellent way of warming up her slave and getting him into a groveling, worshipful frame of mind which of course would eventually lead up to the night of pain and destruction she had planned for him. "Let’s see you make love to the dirt on my shoes," she laughed.
Cindy began by placing the heels of her shoes on his eyes and then scraping the dirty soles down his face and over his mouth. She continued in this fashion for a few minutes - irritating and chafing his skin badly - as she studied the worried and painful look in her slave’s eyes. She was hurting him to be sure but it was as though she were tickling him with a feather compared to what she was going to do to him later. She watched his lower lip peel downward again for the fifth time as the dirty heels of each shoe forced his mouth open one at a time filling the area between his lower lip and gum with the dirt and grime from her dirty soles. She had worn them earlier in the day at the store and had purposely walked through the muddiest part of the parking lot. ‘Don’t you think having sexy, red flats like these crush you to death is a nice way to die?’ she had asked winking at her mesmerized slave as he had looked on - fascinated by her blatant cruelty.
"Okay, Baby! You’re not a well man yet so let’s take it slow," she said with a twinkle in her eye as she stood up next to the bed. "Go get my black pumps - not the real high ones. Get me the dirty ones, the ones with the filthy soles so you can lick them clean while I hurt you," she kissed him again on an area of his forehead that she hadn’t scraped her dirty shoes on yet and then gently helped him up.
"Please don’t make me do that, they’re so dirty," the slave replied with uncertainty as he slowly made his way to the closet. They weren’t a whole lot dirtier than her flats but at least she hadn’t made him actually lick her flats, she had just scraped the dirt off on the inside of his lower lip. Don quickly realized that he should keep quiet. Licking the filth from Cindy’s shoes was the least of his problems. If that’s all she made him do, he would, indeed, be a very, very lucky man.
"Yes, they are pretty dirty," she said, "But at least they’re not as sharp or as high as most of my other ones. You may be able to handle the pain a little better until I’m ready to change into my ultra-lethal red ones to match my sexy little satin panties," she called after him.
The slave came back cradling the sexy 4" pumps from Frederick’s in his hands letting the dirty soles rest in the palms of his hands. The Goddess’ sexy shoes were an extension of herself and he had to treat them accordingly. She was correct in saying that they weren’t as high or sharp as most of her other high heels but the sad truth was - she didn’t have any that weren’t sharp except maybe the 3" T-straps that she used for her flamenco dancing. At least the shafts of the heels on the black pumps weren’t made of stiletto thin metal like most of her other ones. These at least had hard rubber tips and they were still in place.
She was still standing next to the bed when he returned. "Kneel down, Slave! Humble yourself before your Supreme Goddess! Get all the way down and put your worthless face on the floor in front of my feet so I can mash it into the carpet! Worship your Goddess’ beautiful feet, Slave!" she commanded and the slave did so immediately still lovingly cradling her divine shoes in his hands.
She stood with one foot on the back of his head pushing his face heavily into the rough nap of the carpet. "Leave the heels where they are! Extend your hands above your head and even though you’re not worthy, you may stroke my sexy foot with them!" she said softly, "Cherish the exquisite
softness of it. This may be the last time your hands ever feel anything again - especially anything as soft and beautiful as one of my lovely feet." she said with absolute sincerity. "And as you stroke it with your fingertips, keep saying to yourself that this is one of the gorgeous feet that is going to trample your hands, face, penis and the rest of your body into the ground again!" she smiled down at the pathetic slave prostrating himself before her knowing he was entirely helpless to help himself.
The slave groaned in fear and ecstasy knowing he probably didn’t have much time left before experiencing the flip side of this erotic treatment he was receiving - when she made good her painful promise to him. He caressed the top of her beautiful foot with his fingertips and then reached up with one hand to caress the foot on his head. He couldn’t help but to also stroke the smooth, shiny patent leather of her sexy flats with his fingers. As he lay there with his nose mashed into the carpet, struggling to breathe, he was visualizing in his mind how gorgeous his beautiful goddess must look standing there in such a dominant pose. He continued to slowly and softly stroke her soft, sexy feet eking out as much pleasure as he could before his time was up.
"Would you like me to let you lift your head so you can look at them?" she asked smiling down at the humbled form groveling before her.
"Yes, Goddess!" he breathed heavily into the rug. The Goddess knew her slave well. She could tell from his tone that he was stiff and leaking without even looking. He was ready for the pain and destruction! At least as ready as he could be under the circumstances. And Cindy was ready and eager to destroy him!
A year ago when she had first married Don, Cindy had not been this sadistic. But Don had always been a slave to a beautiful woman’s sexy feet and the more Don had continued to worship and fear her in such a fatalistic way, the more sadistic she became. It had gotten to the point where she had her most thrilling and powerful orgasms right after, or during, one of her meanest trampling frenzies. She knew with a certainty, as did Don, that one day she would probably kill him. She loved him to be sure - and would surely miss him greatly when he was gone - yet she almost looked forward to it.
She already fantasized about how he would lick the bottom of her shoe while she stood casually on his throat with her other spike heel while reading her magazine.
Cindy removed the foot from Don’s head, "Then rise, Slave! But remain on your knees!" Don complied rather slowly. He did want to see her exquisite feet very badly but he didn’t want to have to stop stroking them. Worst of all, he knew from experience that the terror was about to begin. As usual, she made him a prophet.
He looked fearfully up into her shining eyes while at the same time drinking in the magnificence of her fantastic shape, especially the small, but perfect, breasts jutting straight out with not a hint of sag. He gazed up with a sadness about him at her luxurious black hair framing her angel’s face as she puckered up her lips and sensuously blew him a little kiss. Just like something out of ‘The Godfather’ he thought to himself. But before he could complete the thought - in a flash of speed, hands on hips - she joyfully extended her magnificent and shapely right leg in a crisp, upward kicking motion - the high arch of her pretty, little foot connecting with his naked form directly between his legs. Don let out a scream like a banshee as he wobbled precariously on his knees. But before he could complete the fall, Cindy kicked him again! This time it was the hard patent leather toe of her left flat that connected with his other egg sending him sprawling face first to the floor. Don’s face crashed into the carpet with a dull thud just three inches from the toe of the shoe that had just put him there.
Don had let out another horrible scream upon the second impact and was now rolling back and forth still screaming and crying in pain - wishing he would die so he could escape the terrible agony from the fiery pain in his groin. The doctors had just spent five hours in surgery four days ago repairing what was left of his mutilated penis. It was indeed a miracle that it was still in tact and operational after the way Cindy had trampled it unmercifully under her spike heels a week ago.
Don rolled himself into a pitiful little ball to protect himself but the Goddess just pushed him over onto his back with her little red flat meeting absolutely no resistance at all. The filthy sole of her sexy shoe rested heavily on his face covering one eye but he could still look straight up into her fiery black eyes and plead silently with her through his own tears. The look in the one tired, defeated eye that could be seen seemed to say, ‘Why are you doing this to me when you know how much I love you?’
The Goddess had a pretty good idea what the look meant. She had seen it a number of times before. "Do you love me, my little bug?" she taunted gazing down into his painful face wet with tears. "Tell me, Sweetheart, tell me and keep telling me just how much you love me and worship me while I’m casually ruining your worthless body with my sexy feet! I love hearing you yell out how much you love me right after I kick you in the balls. while you’re screaming in pain, tell me how much you worship me, Doormat!"
"Oh my beautiful Goddess, I love you so much! I worship you with all my heart and soul, My Darling!" he answered in a choked voice still not having recovered from the crippling kicks to his balls.
"I know you do, you pathetic little slave - and I love you too! Especially when I do this to you," she said softly and sincerely as she lifted her dainty foot off of his face and then stomped it right back down onto the bridge of his nose thoroughly crushing it under the rock, solid heel of her diminutive, size five and a half shoe. "See how much I love you," she giggled down at the bloody face peeking up at her from under her red shoe as she twisted it back and forth on Don’s re-broken nose. "These shoes were made for little girls to wear! They can’t possibly hurt you! CAN they?!"
Before her slave could get a scream out of his mouth, she had already turned and had proceeded to stomp the same hard heel down on his naked crotch a few times further damaging his bruised testicles and ripping open some of the stitches in his penis thus eliciting more painful shrieks of ‘I worship you’ from her slave. Her beautiful dark eyes moistened a little but only for a second, "I’m so sorry I do these terrible things to you," she said in a soft whisper as she stomped his exposed penis twice more then kicked him in the balls again with the hard toe of her flat.
The slave somehow managed to utter, "I love you, my beautiful goddess!" but it came out very weak.
She sounded like she meant every word but her bright and shining eyes told him she was lying and, as if to further contradict her sincerity, she kicked him once again between the legs with the hard patent leather toe of her shiny, little, red flat as hard as she could.
"I WORSHIP you!" Don screamed through his blinding pain.
Sincerity gave way to soft giggles as she watched the quivering, groveling mass of humanity squirming painfully around on the carpet - struggling pitifully as a bug would do to move away from her magnificent but killing feet.
"I love you so much, my darling but you’re KILLING me!" he cried trying desperately to fight off the waves of nausea invading his body as he felt himself slowly slipping away.
As Cindy observed her pitiful husband writhing in pain at her feet, she felt extremely sexy and powerful. She laughed out loud, delighted to see his wounded penis bleeding again where the stitcheshad been ripped open. She watched the blood gushing from her slave’s flattened nose and
remembered back to last week when she had broken and thoroughly demolished it with the same foot except that she had used the hard toe from one of her flamenco dance shoes to do the damage.
She had actually kicked him full in the face a number of times as he lay on the hardwood floor in the den. She had been practicing her flamenco dance steps around him and on him - and would kick his face each time the Latin music came to a crashing crescendo. The full sweeping kicks to his face had been so powerful that she had not only thoroughly crushed his nose but had also cracked one of his eye sockets along with kicking out two of his teeth.
She was jolted back to the present, "P-p-pleeeease, Cindy, pleeease! Don’t hurt me anymore! I can’t take it! You’re killing me, Sweetheart! Oh, Baby, why do you always need to be so mean to me? I worship you so much!" he shrieked in a high, cracking voice that was just barely audible. He was still fighting off the nausea trying hard to keep his dinner down while barely remaining conscious. "You always s-say you’re s-sorry but you just k-keep kicking me," he stuttered. "Someday you’re going to rupture them permanently and probably kill me at the same time! Why do you hate me so much?!" the slave sobbed trying hard to keep his voice as passive as possible so as not to offend her.
This was only the beginning. He knew that she was an addict - a full-fledged sadist who loved hurting him both physically and psychologically. Once she started, there would be no stopping her until she had had a dozen or so orgasms at his expense. The more she kicked him and the worse she hurt him, the greater the thrill and the more satisfying the subsequent orgasms became. What became of her slave during that time used to be a minor concern but no more. Now it was of no consequence at all to her. Cindy had absolutely no thought or concern about what was happening to the bloodied and beaten victim way down there on the floor under her feet somewhere. Don wasn’t even a ‘HE’ anymore, he was just an ‘IT’. Less than a dog! Not even an insect!
Cindy was in her own little world and only her sexual gratification and happiness meant anything. Once in a great while, at the end of one of her devastating assaults - when all her private orgasms were finished - she would stare down at her husband’s unconscious and ruined form and feel a slight twinge of pity for his damaged face and body. But more often than not, she would just kick it and walk over it on her way to the kitchen to get a snack. She always ruined him again and again, and a lot more often as her sexual needs dictated.
"Oh, my poor baby, I don’t HATE you! I LOVE you!" Cindy said emphatically. "Just because I happen to like kicking you and trampling you into the ground doesn’t mean I don’t love you," she explained logically, "I don’t know why I like kicking you," she said in her little baby voice. She was still standing over her husband’s broken body with her sexy foot resting heavily on his critically damaged penis and balls but she was acting like a little girl who had just been caught telling a lie. Her chin was down on her chest as she twisted from side to side as though trying to hide.
"I just like it," she continued in her sing-song voice remembering with elation the way his eyes had rolled way up into his head after she had delivered her crippling and paralyzing kicks and stomps to his tender, fragile eggs. "I like it so-o-o much! It’s positively exhilarating! I feel so… I don’t know… so wonderful! So alive! So sexy and beautiful because you always worship me so much when I hurt you. Seeing you down there like that, ready and willing to die at my feet, makes me feel so strong and powerful! My panties always get sopping wet! You’re so far under my spell that you’re just too weak and too stupid to stop me!"
"So why shouldn’t I hurt you?" she continued, "Putting you on the floor at my feet is so, so easy to do! It’s nothing at all for me to just kick you and stomp on you over and over! No effort at all on my part! Look at you lying completely defeated on the floor at my feet right there where I put you! I may be small and dainty but I’m a beautiful, powerful, sexy Goddess whom you worship with every breath in your trampled, tortured body! I love seeing you down there like that, thoroughly battered, beaten and bloody while I just prance around on you damaging and maiming you even more! I’m crippling you with my feet, Baby! You’re suffering unmercifully and I’m just blissfully playing with myself as I listen to your pathetic screams! You’re down there rolling around in blinding pain just because it pleases me! Because I…" and she emphasized the word ‘I’, "… little ol’ me - your sexy wife - just KICKED you down there with my mean little feet. There’s a lot of powerful kicks in those sweet little feet, Baby. I have the power to hurt you over and over until Hell freezes over!"
Cindy paused for a breath, "But of course I didn’t get that power on my own, Sweety," she continued, "because of your hopeless, AND absolutely helpless, addiction to my beautiful feet - YOU gave me that power! YOU did it!" Cindy laughed long and hard. "So you see, my lovable husband, it’s only your own helpless addiction to my beautiful feet that is actually killing you! You made me what I am and now you PAY!" By now, Cindy was laughing so hard she was practically in tears. "But does it really matter why I have this power over you?" she continued as her laughter subsided, "I HAVE it and that’s all that matters. When someone has that kind of awesome power,
they just have to use it!"
Little droplets of saliva were forming around Cindy’s lips as she continued to explain with great fervor to her battered victim on the floor, "Your helpless unquenchable desire for my feet has given me an equally helpless unquenchable desire to cause you unbearable pain and suffering." She was getting very close to cutting loose again.
"I want to stomp you and kick you and trample you so bad that I can hardly contain myself! I lie awake at night thinking of new and exciting ways to hurt you with my feet! I want to put you in the intensive care ward for a month! No! Not a month - a YEAR! But I don’t really want you to stay there that long, I need you at home so I can keep hurting you every day! I want to put so many scars all over your face and body with my heels that they will never ever go away. I want to show the world what you are and who you belong to."
"Think of it like this," she continued more animatedly. "What if someone gave you a ‘magic wand’ with which you could achieve your every dream and then told you that you couldn’t use it? Do you get my drift? Yes, I know I’m going to seriously damage you someday, I know I already have, but I just can’t help it. I really do love you, Darling, very much, but I just enjoy and need to hurt you real bad. You know, Sweetheart, hurting you is the ‘magic wand’ you gave me and something wonderfully magical happens to me right down here.." she patted the front of her wet, bikini panties lovingly, "…when I make you scream and then you yell at the top of your lungs that you worship me, I get so excited! It’s like music to my ears! It was ME! I DID that to you! I completely disabled you and tore you up with just my tiny, sexy, little feet!"
Cindy was all wound up now as she continued to explain, "When I’m ready to put you in the hospital, I’ll just kick and stomp your face until I knock you out! When you come to, I’ll trample your naked face and body until you pass out again! When I’ve completely ruined you, I’ll call 911 and have them come pick up the garbage! I’ve done it before and I’ll happily do it again! Probably TONIGHT!" Cindy exclaimed excitedly as she walked up to his face and began stomping her little foot down on it as hard as she possibly could over and over as she screamed her message - trying to show him with her mean and vicious stomps to his face exactly what she was talking about and exactly what he meant to her. The reverberating sound made by the back of Don’s head being slammed viciously into the floor was like that of a base drum being beaten.
"Don’t You SEE? Can’t you understand?" she seemed to be pleading with him to understand, "Open your eyes and look up at me! What do you see? I’ll tell you what you see! You see nothing but sheer joy on my face! I’m grinning from ear to ear as I stomp this hard heel into your face!" Cindy let it hover menacingly above her slave’s terrified face for a second or two, rotating her sexy ankle around and around very sensuously as she spoke. "See this little shoe I’m holding over your face? Well, Sweetheart, it can stomp your face until it KILLS you any time I want it to!" she yelled as she laughed and stomped her heel down into his face again and again.
Her slave was just about unconscious now and his eyes were very nearly swollen shut but he could still see the bottom of her shoe as she slammed it over and over into his face. He was completely mesmerized by the sight of his own blood smeared all over her sole.
"Watch this, Darling! Look up at me!" she said as she grabbed the edge of the dresser for support. "Watch what I do to you now!" she said as she stepped up on his face with both feet. "Would you like my pretty feet to jump up and down on your face?" she asked the bloody, cringing face under
her feet, "well, ready or not, h-e-e-r-e t-h-e-e-y c-o-o-m-e!" Cindy laughed in a singsong voice as she began rhythmically jumping up and down on her husband’s face with both feet. Cindy made sure to come down with her full weight concentrated on the heels of her shoes. "Look up, Slave! Can you see the bottoms of my sexy shoes stomping you into oblivion?!" Cindy panted.
Cindy wasn’t content to just let gravity alone do all the damage. No, she was trying to make up for her diminutive size by propelling the heels of her little, red flats down into Don’s face as hard as she could by pushing herself down from the edge of the dresser. What Cindy might have lacked in size, she easily made up for by continuous repetition and tireless tenacity.
Don lay there in blinding pain and sheer panic as he felt his face literally being crushed under Cindy’s pounding feet. But through it all, he knew that he only existed for his beautiful wife to hurt. He felt obligated to sacrifice himself exclusively for Cindy’s pleasure. Don tried valiantly to keep his tortured face upturned for her to jump on. He knew that Cindy preferred to stomp the front of his face rather than the side because she enjoyed the sound his nose made every time she landed on it. But Don kept drifting in and out of consciousness and his neck muscles were just not strong enough to keep his head rigid. Cindy could only get in a few crushing jumps at a time before his face slumped sideways forcing her to land on the side of his face or slide off onto the rug. But each time she slid off, she would kick her slave full in the face with the hard, patent leather toe of her shoe and demand that he straighten it back up again. Cindy would then giggle and climb back up on it and continue her jumping as though she were playing on a trampoline at the local playground.




















A Night With Cindy - Scene 2 - Part 2:

"See, Daddy!" she yelled excitedly, "see what I’m doing to your face just for the fun of it! I’m crushing it so bad you can’t even tell who you are anymore! Look at all that blood coming from where your nose used to be! Every time I land on it, it sounds like broken glass getting crushed in a trash compactor! I LOVE it! Can you HEAR me, Slave?! Are you still alive?" she screamed as her excitement reached a fever pitch. She stepped down temporarily and prodded the side of her slave’s trembling and almost unconscious face with the toe of her shoe to see if he could still respond. When she was satisfied that he was still barely conscious and would be able to feel the pain a little while longer, she climbed back up onto his battered face and continued jumping up and down on it some more.
Don had stopped screaming now - the pain was still there but it seemed somehow far, far away. He just stared up at her and smiled blankly through glassy, half conscious eyes as he watched with morbid fascination the bottoms of her shoes slamming down over and over, relentlessly onto his, now numb and blood soaked face. He was breathing raggedly through his open mouth as there was virtually nothing left of a nose to breathe through. In fact, there was very little left of his face at all. It had been pretty thoroughly crushed under Cindy’s gorgeous feet!
"See! See! I can STOMP you to DEATH under my sexy feet just because I don’t have anything better to do! I can KILL you if I want to just because I FEEL like it. HO HUM! How boring!" she said patting her open mouth with her fingertips. "And LOOK at you! You’re just lying there LETTING me do it! You should see the stupid look on your face! You’re just smiling! And your
eyes - what I can see of them through all the swelling - are gazing at me like a love-sick puppy dog! I’m killing you and you look up at me with worship in your eyes! You’re not even TRYING to stop me or get out of the way! You CAN’T stop me! You have to sacrifice yourself to me! Give up your life when I decide it’s time just so your spoiled little wife can have some FUN!"
Cindy was panting now. Perspiration beaded up on her forehead as she jumped on her husband’s face a few more times. They both knew he wasn’t feeling much pain any more but it didn’t matter. Cindy took on a soft, serious tone, "You really love me don’t you, Slave?" she breathed tenderly, " You worship the bottoms of my dirty shoes don’t you? You wouldn’t think of stopping me and spoiling my fun would you?" she smiled gently at him. "Look at your poor, bleeding, bashed-in face! I’m crushing it out of existence under my sexy feet and you’re not even trying to move it out of their way! You’re just lying there stupidly staring up at your own blood all over the bottoms of my shoes - worshipping and adoring each one of my little feet each time they crush your face - suffering obediently until they eventually stomp you out of this world! Do you have any idea what a fantastic rush that is?! You’re really turning me on, Darling, and I truly love you for it."
Cindy was breathing through her open mouth now, "To know you’ll let me jump on your face and stomp it with my innocent ‘little girl’ flats until they crush you to death. Maybe I’ll just put on my sexy, high, spike heels and finish jumping on your worthless face with them just because I FEEL like it! That should just about finish you, don’t you think?!" The more she jumped on his face while trying to explain her need to ruin him with her feet, the hornier she got. The hornier she got, the more she needed to hurt and maim him. Just saying she might someday kick him to death was an aphrodisiac for her. She quickly walked down his body to his groin and began jumping on it too - landing with her heels on his naked penis and balls over and over, again and again until he finally, mercifully, fainted from the horrible, blinding pain.
Cindy relaxed a little and sighed contentedly. She was still breathing hard as she peered down at the unmoving body under her feet. At first, she wasn’t quite sure if it was a dead body or just unconscious but she didn’t feel overly concerned either way. When she saw and heard bubbles forming in the blood around his nose, she figured he must be breathing to some degree so she moved back up and set her dirty shoe down on his bloody, pulverized, mashed-in face. "Good thing you passed out!" she said to the unhearing body, "I was getting pretty tired!"
Cindy demurely placed her dainty hands on her hips and struck a sexy pose. Admiring her figure in the full length mirror she began to fantasize, "Oh yes, Baby," she said to the unhearing, unfeeling slave on the floor, "Someday I’m going to put a spike heel carefully in the center of your worthless throat
and then just stand up on it with all my weight. I’ll just stand there until I snuff out your pathetic life as casually as if you were just an ugly insect under my shoe!"
Cindy stood up on her unconscious slave’s throat with the heel of her flat pretending it was one of her deadly spikes. She began massaging herself softly and sensuously, "I’ll just stand there quietly while your pathetic little eyes pop out of your head. You’ll stare up at me with worship and desperation in your little bug eyes, pleading with me in complete silence for a little bit of air but I won’t give you any. I’ll just smile down at you with contempt and spit in your face. I’ll grind my other spike heel into the spittle running down your face!" Cindy spat in his face to make the fantasy a little more real. She massaged herself sensuously and seductively then brought her other red flat up and ground her saliva into his unfeeling face.
She continued reciting her fantasy out loud, "I’ll grind my spike heel savagely into your cheek and tell you that you don’t have much time left and that I would like the bottom of my dirty shoe cleaned with your tongue before you die. You’ll do it too - just because you’re nothing but a pathetic little insect
waiting to perish under your Goddess’ sensational foot. You’ll even stroke the top my foot lovingly with your fingertips, the one that’s ending your existence. Now let me see, what can I be doing as you die under my feet? It has to be something very casual to show my complete disregard for your fate. I know! I’ll be eating a piece of candy and watching my favorite soap opera on TV. I’ll be laughing as I watch the TV! I won’t even know for sure when you pass from this world to the next! I sure hope you get my shoe completely clean before you die."
Cindy smiled at herself in the mirror and then suddenly her delicate lips formed into the letter ‘O’ as she realized her slave had almost stopped breathing. "Oh dear me! I really AM killing you aren’t I? It’s not time for that yet," she laughed as she transferred the weight from the foot on his throat to the other foot still grinding her saliva into his face.
As Don began to stir imperceptibly about 10 minutes later and felt Cindy’s foot on his face, he was beginning to understand a whole new meaning for the word ‘fear’. He lay there choking, literally broken and in horrible agony, shaking and shivering in terror. When he first married her two years
ago, she had been very shy. She would barely even let him kiss her feet without getting embarrassed - let alone hurt him with them. She had felt strange being in charge and having someone worship her feet - she had thought it was weird. Eventually though, after about a year and a half with constant coaxing and pleading, he had brought her to a point that Don considered ‘perfect’. It was just the right mixture of foot worship, minor humiliation and a token amount of pain. He felt he had died and gone to heaven.
But now, as he felt himself going into shock, it felt like he really was going to die - literally! Something in his beautiful wife had changed. It hadn’t really changed but rather, it had escalated. The slave had been very happy and content with the light domination that he had been able to develop in his sexy
wife, but his beautiful Goddess never got the message that she was to stay at that level. Never before had she been given that kind of power and now she was drunk with it and completely out of control. Don kept trying but he just couldn’t control the situation any more. He now had a choice with only two options: He could get the Hell out now before she caused any permanent damage or he could stay and take his chances.
He had even tried once to make her cease and desist. ‘I’m the man in this house!’ he had told her. ‘You’re going to do what I tell you!’ whereupon Cindy just packed her bags and walked out - kicking him in the balls as she left! She wasn’t even gone a week when Don went crawling to her, begging her to come back.
Don was jarred back into the present! "Put my heels on me, Baby! It’s time to play some more!" She said it so softly that he barely heard her. There was a sadness about her in spite of the fiery glow in her deep, dark eyes. It was as though she knew that the fantasy she had just indulged in would, in all likelihood, become reality someday. Don sensed it too.
Very slowly the slave, still managing to fight off going into shock, tried to do as he was told. He was still crying and moaning from his aching face and testicles. He couldn’t have stood even if he had been allowed to but he finally managed to get the blood-soaked little flats off her feet with her help and replace them with the sexy spike heels.
"Lay your hands out - palms up!" she said a little more brightly. The slave cried out and begged her pitifully not to hurt him any more but he dutifully obeyed her nevertheless. "Would you like to kiss them first?" she asked tenderly. "Maybe it won’t hurt as much if you do," she reasoned while ignoring
his passionate pleas. She acted genuinely concerned for his well being. She threw him a towel from the dresser, "Here! wipe all that blood off your face! You don’t want to mess up my gorgeous feet do you?"
Don grabbed the towel and did his best to remove all the blood but there was just too much of it. She was right of course. She was always right. Whenever he kissed her feet or even just gazed at them, it was like receiving an injection of morphine. It didn’t stop the pain but it seemed to somehow
anesthetize it to a small degree. He strained to move his aching face closer and closer to her delicate ankle while anticipating the moment to come when he would make love to her beautiful feet with his shredded lips. He masochistically held himself back purposely so as to better savor the moment at hand. The pain in his face and groin had even begun to recess ever so slightly.
And now his ragged lips were on her ankle. He didn’t kiss it right away, just brushed his lips over it and down over her high arch toward her succulent toes which were all but hidden in the sexy pumps except for a little cleavage - then on over to her other lovely foot where he repeated the masochistic
ritual. He knew he would be granted a certain amount of time for this ritual, partly because she loved watching him grovel at her feet and worship them but also because she maybe felt a little guilty about what she was about to do to him with them.
Seeing and feeling her slave’s lips on her feet was beginning to make her panties moist again and she started feeling the urge to hurt him some more. Normally she gave him a little more time to worship her feet but she was a little hotter than usual tonight. She lifted the foot that he wasn’t kissing and set the spike heel softly down on his palm. "It’s hurting time again, Honey!" she said somberly, "time to ruin your hands like I just did to your face and balls!"
"No! Please, My Darling! Let me worship you some more first, I beg you!" he cried feeling cheated and also fearful. He stared at the gorgeous foot on his hand and was entranced by it. He stopped begging and just stared at it like a priceless treasure to be revered. She was hurting him a little bit but it was nothing compared to what it was going to become. He went back to kissing her shapely ankle with a much deeper sense of urgency even as he continued to stare at the other one pressing down slowly, harder and harder, into the soft flesh of his palm.
"You can still worship me, my little pet. Just watch my little feet as they trample your hands into a couple of lifeless lumps of flesh!" She removed her ankle from his quivering lips and stood on his other hand with her spike heel - full weight! The slave let out another cry and then another and another as his Goddess began to slowly stamp down on his palms with her spike heels - one at a time - over and over - harder and harder - faster and faster. Soon she was running in place letting the points of her spikes come down full force into the slave’s bruised and pock marked hands.
"Look up at me!" she panted as she continued to jog on his ruined palms. "Do you think I’m beautiful?" she asked in a soft whisper. Even though both eyes were swollen shut, the slave looked up. Tears were cascading down his face in torrents as he gazed first at her silken bare legs, then on up to her cute, tight little ass wriggling underneath the red satin fabric of her panties, and finally up to her back and alabaster shoulders not quite covered by her long, rich ebony hair bouncing up and down rhythmically as she ran.
"Oh, yes my darling! You’re the most beautiful, heavenly body in all the universe!" Don said sincerely, completely mesmerized by the unflawed perfection that was his wife. Cindy’s beauty could only be matched by her blatant, sadistic cruelty.
Cindy smiled and began slowing down a little, just marching on his bleeding hands as he stared up at the beautiful creature above him through tears of pain and misery. His mind was telling him how ‘drop-dead’ gorgeous she was even as he screamed from the horrible pounding her heels were doing
to his hands. And then, suddenly, she looked down over her shoulder at his pitiful tear stained face.
"Tell me you worship me, Doormat!" she whispered softly as though in a trance. Her dreamy eyes were half closed as she made a concerted effort to focus mentally on the feel of her spikes sensuously crushing his pliable flesh. She felt his left hand moving and rolling around lifelessly under her spike
heel like a rag doll as she would purposely let it grind down at different angles into his soft flesh. If she twisted the spike into the back of his palm toward the wrist, she would feel his fingers being forced up off the rug to curl around on top of her magnificent foot, only to fall back down again when
she maneuvered the heel back toward the fingers. Then she would repeat the process on his other hand all the while paying no attention to his plaintiff and painful cries pleading and begging hopelessly for a little mercy.
"Okay," she said stepping off his hands, "turn them over! Let’s do the same thing to the other side! Ifeel like breaking them now!" Cindy said it as casually as if she were talking about fixing a snack, "I wonder how long it’s going to take me to break all the bones in your hands and render them
completely useless!?"
Don gasped and marveled at Cindy’s cold blooded cruelty. He started to beg and plead but decided against it. Cindy was in a homicidal mood and nothing anyone could say or do was going to stop her from doing as she pleased. He turned his already aching, but so far unbroken, hands slowly over and whispered a very earnest but silent prayer.
Cindy wasted very little time. She stepped on the backs of Don’s hands with her spike heels and began immediately running in place. It actually took less than three minutes for Cindy to literally break most of the bones in both of his hands. Some had been crushed into a mealy, bloody substance. All the fingers were broken and most were laying at weird, grotesque angles. As Cindy continued jogging in place, it became harder and harder to keep her spikes from sticking in his flesh. As Cindy lifted her running feet, Don’s impaled hands would rise up with them. Cindy continued in this fashion
until both his hands had become what she had predicted, a couple of lifeless lumps of carnage. Don, of course, had no knowledge of any of the damage. He had passed out from the pain after about the first 30 seconds. Cindy finally stopped and again waited patiently for her husband to regain consciousness.
Another 10 minutes went by when she again felt her husband moving ever so slightly. Cindy was still facing forward so she pulled one of her spikes loose from Don’s hand eliciting a pathetic scream from his lips. She bent her knee and lifted the right foot off his hand and shoved the sole back into her
slave’s face. "Kiss it, My Darling! And then lick it clean!" she laughed as she bounced on her other heel still stabbing her slave’s other hand. "Stick out your tongue and lick all the dirt and blood off my shoe! Get the heel too!"
The slave painfully but gratefully began to kiss and lick the sole of his Goddess’ dirty shoe. Grateful because there was one less hand being mangled and maimed for the moment. He couldn’t help but stare at what was left of his hand for a second, cringing at the sight of it. It was misshapen and very bloody and quite grotesque. He hadn’t moved it because she hadn’t given him permission to but it was highly doubtful that he would have been able to anyway. It was basically numb just like the other one was becoming. A little bit of panic began to set in as he looked at her beautiful, sexy heel
bouncing on his other mangled hand. Why didn’t he feel the pain like before? Then there was no pain at all, no feeling of any kind - just cold numbness. "Please, Goddess, please! I can’t feel it anymore! Have a little pity on me!" he sobbed genuinely frightened. This wasn’t the first time she had done this
to his palms but she had never mangled the backs of his hands before. He had always recovered in the past and he prayed he would again although he had very little hope of that happening.
"Keep licking!" she said ignoring his sobs but she too was a little concerned. More ‘ticked off’ than concerned! What good did it do to ruin his hands if he couldn’t feel it? She stepped forward dejectedly removing her heel from his hand. "Go get my red pumps! I bet you’ll feel those!" she commanded licking her lips in anticipation.
Scared and shivering, the slave struggled to get up on his knees. He felt like passing out again as he was still quite woozy from the senseless and cruel stomping his face had taken from Cindy’s hard heels. Also, his groin area was still heavily traumatized and in shock and it took every bit of strength
and will power he had to crawl to the closet and bring back her red pumps with the missing rubber tips. His hands were useless now and he looked rather like a person whose arms had been flash frozen - carrying the shoes awkwardly in his arms while using his face to steady them and keep them
from falling as he made his way slowly back to her on his elbows and knees.
Cindy watched his fumbling progress with a cruel and wicked smile forming around the edges of her soft and seductive lips. It was quite similar to the many times she had stepped on insects just hard enough to cripple them but not kill them. She had always delighted in watching them spasmodically
crawl around in semi circles trying in vain to escape the inevitable crushing sole of Cindy’s shoe hovering just over their squirming bodies. Of course they never did and neither would Don! Just like the insects, she had maliciously hurt Don many times in the past thoroughly enjoying leaving him so badly injured that it was impossible to do even the relatively simple tasks she would order him to do.
"How am I doing, Lover? Are you getting all the pain you can handle?" she laughed. "Remove my sexy black pumps and put the red ones on me!" she commanded standing there with her delicate hands placed regally on her shapely hips. "Do it slowly and with reverence! Worship me, Slave!
Worship my sexy, mean, cruel high heels!"
She laughed heartily when she saw the fear and confusion come into her slave’s eyes. Her luscious legs were spread in a dominant stance with her sharp heels making deep indentations in the rug. Even if Don were not suffering horribly from the kicking and stomping Cindy had done to his face and balls, and even if he had the use of his hands, he still would not have been able to remove her sexy shoes without having to physically move her. And of course he would never even dream of doing such a sacrilegious thing even if he were physically capable of it.
Don moved cautiously forward groveling at her feet - his face just a few inches above the carpet. He put down her red pumps as carefully as he could then reached out his useless and traumatized hands to try and somehow remove one of Cindy’s sexy, black pumps but as he did so, he lost his balance and fell forward - his bruised face landing on the pointed toe of one of her black, patent leather pumps. He hadn’t been told to but he began kissing and licking the smooth, shiny surface getting incredibly turned on as he did so. It was quite easy for Don to become hard but it didn’t last long.
The pain caused by his swelling, damaged member was just too great and it deflated as quickly as it had become rigid.
Cindy smiled down at him, "I’m waiting, Slave," she said simply as she impatiently tapped the toe of her other foot on the rug.
Don quickly returned to the task of trying to remove the sexy shoe from her exquisite foot, "Please help me, Honey," he pleaded, "Could you lift your beautiful foot a little, please?" he asked shakily.
"Of course, Sweetheart!" she said brightly as she lifted her right foot, brought it back and ruthlessly kicked him squarely in the face. The hard, pointed toe of the patent leather pump slammed full force, flush into the side of Don’s already thoroughly crushed nose. The inside edge of his right eye socket
also took much of the blow. The toe of her sexy black pump was not as hard as the toes on her flamenco dance shoes but it was considerably sharper. "How was that, Dear? Did I lift it enough to suit you?" she asked amused with herself.
A gut wrenching shriek emanated from the pit of Don’s stomach as the force of the cruel blow drove him backward into a kneeling position where he teetered for a second before starting to fall forward in a semi-conscious heap. He instinctively turned his head away from her deadly shoe and reached for his eye, thinking that it was probably as worthless now as the rest of his body. As Don’s bleeding face rushed to meet the carpet, Cindy lightly skipped forward and intercepted it bringing the hard pointed toe of her other shoe up to meet it with another powerful, fully extended kick.
"I’ll even lift the other one for you," she giggled as the toe of her deadly pump connected between Don’s parted lips kicking out two of his lower teeth that had already been severely loosened earlier from the heels of Cindy’s red flats. Don was propelled backwards like a shot and was lying, just barely conscious, on his back. Cindy stepped up onto his naked crotch driving her spike purposefully into his damaged penis and stomped up his abdomen, stomach and chest. Her spike heels sank deeply into his pliant flesh all the way up. When she got to his chest, she placed the tip of a spike heel on each of Don’s nipples. She stood there a moment twisting her spikes and letting them sink into the tender, pink flesh. She looked down at her bleeding and battered husband, Admiring all the tell tale signs of her handy work. Finally she stepped on the side of his unmoving face grinding her spike heel
ruthlessly into it as she headed on into the bathroom.
As she went inside the bathroom, she called out behind her, "Oh, my adorable little floor mat, you certainly know how to treat a lady just right," she said laughing out loud sensing that although he probably hadn’t felt the pain from the spike heel in his face, he might have been just coherent enough to know she had done it and maybe he could also just barely hear and understand her.
"Looks like we’re going to have to have a pause for a few minutes in our foreplay, Darling," she continued from the bathroom, "I’m getting pretty horny and I want your tongue inside of me while you’re still alive, conscious and able to satisfy me. I’d also like you to caress my breasts with your ruined hands. That should be fun for both of us. I’m curious to know whether or not you can still feel any pleasure with them," she chuckled, "After I’ve enjoyed a few orgasms, I’ll finish the massacre I started by trampling what’s left of your face and body under my red spikes. If you manage to stay alive after I’m through with you, you can figure out how to get yourself to the emergency room. And no matter what they tell you, I want you back here by tomorrow night. I’ve got more plans for you. Oh, and don’t wake me up on your way out! I need my beauty sleep!"

One of the all time greats!!