Seatboy
11-10-2009, 2:50 PM
After almost 20 minutes of hot, passionate love, John and Natalie lay in bed just catching their breath for another 15 minutes. “Baby, I’m so glad we’ve finally got a slave!” Natalie said after she was breathing somewhat normally again. “Yeah, me too Honey. If that poor boy in there only knew the half of it,” John said chuckling. “I think when we go back in there, I’m going to put on some really sharp heels and get the feel of walking on him,” Natalie continued. “How `bout wearing those red ones with all the straps that you bought a couple of weeks ago,” said John. “Yeah, they’ll make some really nice prints on him because the heel tips aren’t any bigger than a pencil,” responded Natalie. “I think tomorrow after you go to work, I’m going to move my jogging station down to the basement and use his face to jog on. And by the way, we need to go ahead and move him down to the basement tonight,” Natalie instructed. “Okay, Sweetheart. We’ll move him as soon as you finish making all those holes in him,” John replied, chuckling again.
“Do you plan on doing your jogging with your heels on?” asked John out of curiosity. Natalie laughed aloud and said, “Now that’s an idea! But I want our new slave to last a long, long time, so I’ll wear my jogging sneakers. But believe me, I’ll make a real mess of his face because I usually jog at least 30 minutes and sometimes 45 .”
John, being a fairly big and strong young man, easily picked up the stomping board with the bum still attached to it, turned it on it’s edge and dragged it to the stairs as Natalie unlocked and opened the door to the basement. With little effort the bum was now lying out in the middle of the cold basement floor, still strapped to the board. While John was getting him located in the basement, Natalie had gone to change into her red heels and now Mike heard her coming down the stairs. Natalie walked over and stepped up on the board beside the young bum and John immediately noticed the fearful expression on his face when he saw the heels his beautiful wife had put on. He still trembled and cried some from the throbbing in both his hands, but now a new fear had attached itself to him. “What will she do to me with those heels on?” the bum wondered. It was less than a minute before he found out. Natalie, with no pity or care, stepped up on the bum’s bare chest in her heels and sank them deeply into his flesh. He cried out and began trembling more than ever as Natalie began walking around on his chest, taking care to sink her heels into him with each small step. John could see the deep, red indentions she was leaving with each step and before long his chest was a solid mass of holes, some almost a quarter of an inch deep, others were bleeding. Natalie now stood on him, facing his feet, with her cruel heels just below where the bum’s neck joined his shoulders and rocked back on her heels, literally lifting the balls of her feet off his body so that all her weight was directed to her heels. The bum was now screaming in pain and Natalie and John both were laughing at him. Natalie had a hand on John’s shoulder to help her maintain her balance and she stood in that position for almost 2 full minutes. John thought it amazing that her heels didn’t protrude the bum’s flesh and sink into his body, however the deep holes where his wife’s heels were sank into his flesh were now filled with blood, with trickles running down the side of his body. Natalie finally let some of her weight back on the balls of her feet and the raised her right foot and stomped on the bum’s chest, careful not to stomp hard enough to protrude all the way through his flesh. From his chest, the gorgeous, but sadistic beauty stepped onto his left arm and walked down it, to his hand, which now had clotted blood around the fingernails and other cuts she’s made as she stomped on it. Natalie raised her foot over the bum’s hand and John saw him suck in a deep breath and brace himself, thinking this cruel goddess was going to stomp her spiked heel through and through his hand. Natalie laughed at his fear, and instead, slowly lowered her foot until the sharp heel tip was in the center of the palm of his hand. John was now rock hard again as he watched his beautiful wife slowly add more and more weight to her heel, sinking it deeper and deeper into the soft flesh of his hand. When she was mashing it heavily enough that his fingers were now forced to cup up around the heel of her sandal, she held the weight on his hand. She knew she was hurting him badly because he was jerking and jolting and squirming within the straps binding him to the board, not to mention crying like a baby. She loved it to the point her crotch was once again moist. After about a minute of standing like this, John watched as Natalie shifted her full weight on to her heel, easily punching the sharp spike through the bum’s hand. He immediately screamed out and begged her for mercy. She only glanced down at his pain stricken face and laughed, then leaned over and spit into it. Then, with all her weight on her heel, she began twisting the sharp heel back and forth in the palm of his hand several times, just to be sure it was all the way through. “How do you like your new home so far, Lover Boy?” Natalie asked, then chuckling.
Both John and his lovely wife were ready for another few minutes of intense love making. When she stepped off the board, she wiped the bloody heel of her sandal by forcing it through the bum’s teeth and ramming it up and down in his mouth several times. John then took a bottle of alcohol and poured over all his wounds. They left him screaming and crying and shivering and went to bed
“Do you plan on doing your jogging with your heels on?” asked John out of curiosity. Natalie laughed aloud and said, “Now that’s an idea! But I want our new slave to last a long, long time, so I’ll wear my jogging sneakers. But believe me, I’ll make a real mess of his face because I usually jog at least 30 minutes and sometimes 45 .”
John, being a fairly big and strong young man, easily picked up the stomping board with the bum still attached to it, turned it on it’s edge and dragged it to the stairs as Natalie unlocked and opened the door to the basement. With little effort the bum was now lying out in the middle of the cold basement floor, still strapped to the board. While John was getting him located in the basement, Natalie had gone to change into her red heels and now Mike heard her coming down the stairs. Natalie walked over and stepped up on the board beside the young bum and John immediately noticed the fearful expression on his face when he saw the heels his beautiful wife had put on. He still trembled and cried some from the throbbing in both his hands, but now a new fear had attached itself to him. “What will she do to me with those heels on?” the bum wondered. It was less than a minute before he found out. Natalie, with no pity or care, stepped up on the bum’s bare chest in her heels and sank them deeply into his flesh. He cried out and began trembling more than ever as Natalie began walking around on his chest, taking care to sink her heels into him with each small step. John could see the deep, red indentions she was leaving with each step and before long his chest was a solid mass of holes, some almost a quarter of an inch deep, others were bleeding. Natalie now stood on him, facing his feet, with her cruel heels just below where the bum’s neck joined his shoulders and rocked back on her heels, literally lifting the balls of her feet off his body so that all her weight was directed to her heels. The bum was now screaming in pain and Natalie and John both were laughing at him. Natalie had a hand on John’s shoulder to help her maintain her balance and she stood in that position for almost 2 full minutes. John thought it amazing that her heels didn’t protrude the bum’s flesh and sink into his body, however the deep holes where his wife’s heels were sank into his flesh were now filled with blood, with trickles running down the side of his body. Natalie finally let some of her weight back on the balls of her feet and the raised her right foot and stomped on the bum’s chest, careful not to stomp hard enough to protrude all the way through his flesh. From his chest, the gorgeous, but sadistic beauty stepped onto his left arm and walked down it, to his hand, which now had clotted blood around the fingernails and other cuts she’s made as she stomped on it. Natalie raised her foot over the bum’s hand and John saw him suck in a deep breath and brace himself, thinking this cruel goddess was going to stomp her spiked heel through and through his hand. Natalie laughed at his fear, and instead, slowly lowered her foot until the sharp heel tip was in the center of the palm of his hand. John was now rock hard again as he watched his beautiful wife slowly add more and more weight to her heel, sinking it deeper and deeper into the soft flesh of his hand. When she was mashing it heavily enough that his fingers were now forced to cup up around the heel of her sandal, she held the weight on his hand. She knew she was hurting him badly because he was jerking and jolting and squirming within the straps binding him to the board, not to mention crying like a baby. She loved it to the point her crotch was once again moist. After about a minute of standing like this, John watched as Natalie shifted her full weight on to her heel, easily punching the sharp spike through the bum’s hand. He immediately screamed out and begged her for mercy. She only glanced down at his pain stricken face and laughed, then leaned over and spit into it. Then, with all her weight on her heel, she began twisting the sharp heel back and forth in the palm of his hand several times, just to be sure it was all the way through. “How do you like your new home so far, Lover Boy?” Natalie asked, then chuckling.
Both John and his lovely wife were ready for another few minutes of intense love making. When she stepped off the board, she wiped the bloody heel of her sandal by forcing it through the bum’s teeth and ramming it up and down in his mouth several times. John then took a bottle of alcohol and poured over all his wounds. They left him screaming and crying and shivering and went to bed