Seatboy
09-18-2009, 6:18 AM
The following story is fiction and could eventually contain violent material) BE WARNED!
John and Natalie had been sweethearts since their first year of high school. When they started to college, they decided to live together so as to “save on expenses.” John was the quarterback of the high school football team and was a handsome, strong, heavily built guy standing over 6 ft. tall and weighing close to 240 pounds. Natalie was the head cheerleader of the high school and model material in ever sense of the word. She had silky blonde hair that flowed smoothly a few inches below her soft shoulders. Natalie took very good care of her body, keeping her muscles toned to perfection, and her smooth deeply tanned skin in the best of condition. Her nails were always in perfect condition as well, both on her fingers and her delicate toes. She stood 5’4” tall and weighed around 120 pounds with strong, well toned thighs and legs and a beautifully well rounded butt. In addition she had perfect brilliantly white teeth that seemed to sparkle when she smiled.
John was 24 and Natalie was only a couple of months shy of it when they married. Through their years of dating, John had learned that Natalie was an extreme sadist. She loved inflicting pain and she loved doing it with her beautiful, but cruel feet and butt. During their time of living together in college, John could remember several times when Natalie would go shopping and come back with a large doll, which she would pretend was some guy she wasn’t fond of. John grew to adore her for her cruelty and would watch excitedly as she sat on the doll, often butt dropping heavily on it several times, and then dropping it on the floor and literally destroying it under her sharp, spiked heels as she stomped on it until it was shreds. He always loved the love making that followed immediately afterward when they were both very aroused and passionately hot. He caught himself wondering from time to time, how someone so beautiful could yet be so cold and cruel at times. John had even allowed her to use his hands for a stomping victim from time to time, however only if she were barefoot. He wasn’t into receiving pain too much, but rather, loved to watch another victim being punished, and up until now, the only other victims had been dolls that Natalie had purchased for the sole purpose of destroying.
One night lying arm in arm, after having made extremely hot, passionate love as a result of yet another crushed doll, John, out of the blue, said, “we need to find you a real live slave to abuse with those beautiful feet of yours.” Natalie couldn’t believe her ears. She jerked her head up from her pillow as if she’d heard a distressful scream or something. “Sweetheart, you must be reading my mind!” She told him. “I was just laying here thinking the very same thing! In fact, I’ve been dreaming of having my very own pain slut for several years now!” For the next several minutes John listened excitedly as his gorgeous wife laid before him several scenarios of how she would treat her very own pain slut slave. After another scene story, they both were quiet for a couple of minutes. “I wonder who we could get.” Mike said breaking the silence. “I don’t know. I’m sure people are not standing in line to be stomped to a bloody pulp in order to turn us both on.” Natalie responded. All was silent again for a minute or so. “Maybe we could open our home up to some old street bum.” Natalie said with a hint that the thought had crossed her mind more than just in the last few minutes. “Hummmm…Now that’s an idea!” Her husband said.
John and Natalie had been sweethearts since their first year of high school. When they started to college, they decided to live together so as to “save on expenses.” John was the quarterback of the high school football team and was a handsome, strong, heavily built guy standing over 6 ft. tall and weighing close to 240 pounds. Natalie was the head cheerleader of the high school and model material in ever sense of the word. She had silky blonde hair that flowed smoothly a few inches below her soft shoulders. Natalie took very good care of her body, keeping her muscles toned to perfection, and her smooth deeply tanned skin in the best of condition. Her nails were always in perfect condition as well, both on her fingers and her delicate toes. She stood 5’4” tall and weighed around 120 pounds with strong, well toned thighs and legs and a beautifully well rounded butt. In addition she had perfect brilliantly white teeth that seemed to sparkle when she smiled.
John was 24 and Natalie was only a couple of months shy of it when they married. Through their years of dating, John had learned that Natalie was an extreme sadist. She loved inflicting pain and she loved doing it with her beautiful, but cruel feet and butt. During their time of living together in college, John could remember several times when Natalie would go shopping and come back with a large doll, which she would pretend was some guy she wasn’t fond of. John grew to adore her for her cruelty and would watch excitedly as she sat on the doll, often butt dropping heavily on it several times, and then dropping it on the floor and literally destroying it under her sharp, spiked heels as she stomped on it until it was shreds. He always loved the love making that followed immediately afterward when they were both very aroused and passionately hot. He caught himself wondering from time to time, how someone so beautiful could yet be so cold and cruel at times. John had even allowed her to use his hands for a stomping victim from time to time, however only if she were barefoot. He wasn’t into receiving pain too much, but rather, loved to watch another victim being punished, and up until now, the only other victims had been dolls that Natalie had purchased for the sole purpose of destroying.
One night lying arm in arm, after having made extremely hot, passionate love as a result of yet another crushed doll, John, out of the blue, said, “we need to find you a real live slave to abuse with those beautiful feet of yours.” Natalie couldn’t believe her ears. She jerked her head up from her pillow as if she’d heard a distressful scream or something. “Sweetheart, you must be reading my mind!” She told him. “I was just laying here thinking the very same thing! In fact, I’ve been dreaming of having my very own pain slut for several years now!” For the next several minutes John listened excitedly as his gorgeous wife laid before him several scenarios of how she would treat her very own pain slut slave. After another scene story, they both were quiet for a couple of minutes. “I wonder who we could get.” Mike said breaking the silence. “I don’t know. I’m sure people are not standing in line to be stomped to a bloody pulp in order to turn us both on.” Natalie responded. All was silent again for a minute or so. “Maybe we could open our home up to some old street bum.” Natalie said with a hint that the thought had crossed her mind more than just in the last few minutes. “Hummmm…Now that’s an idea!” Her husband said.