Seatboy
11-11-2009, 7:51 PM
John came home from work a little early, mostly because he found it difficult to concentrate on the project he was working on. All he could think about was the fear and pain on the bum’s face when his beautiful wife started stomping on his hands and fingers, and the love making afterward. He walked in to find his sexy wife on her computer looking at various pictures and articles involving human toilets and immediately John could tell that she was sexually aroused from the thought of it. “Hi Sweetheart,” said John as he bent over and kissed her. “Hi Baby,” came her reply. “You’ve got to look at some of this stuff, Sweetheart and tell me what you think about it.” John leaned over and let his eyes check out a few of the pictures of women squatting over their human toilets, that Natalie had put into a file. “Looks very interesting, Sweetheart. Why are you thinking of expanding your slave’s duties?” he asked. “Well, it sure does get my stuff flowing.” Natalie replied. Besides, if I keep jogging on his face, he’s not going to be able to eat anything very solid, so this would be another way, a very exciting way might I add, of feeding him and giving him a drink,” the gorgeous blonde said. “I see, and I suppose, being an engineer and all, you’d like me to design and build a nice toilet accommodation for your slave, huh?” John said smiling. Natalie looked at him with eyes to melt his heart, “yeah, that’s kind of what I was thinking, Baby.” “How did your jogging go this morning?” asked John. Well, about 20 minutes is all I dared to put him through. His face looked like an 18-wheeler ran over it!” Natalie replied. “Hummm, guess I’d better go down and have a look.” John said. Together, they walked down to the basement. John immediately got rock hard when he saw what his beautiful wife had done to the bum's face. Natalie noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled a wicked smile. “I’d better get him cleaned up and put something on all those cuts and bruises so you can do it again in a couple of days, only this time, when I can watch!” John said, teasingly, getting a bowl of warm water, soap and a wash cloth from the bathroom in the basement.
After the bum’s face was cleaned and medicated somewhat, John couldn’t believe the damage his wife did to his face wearing only those rubber sole jogging sneakers. His face was a real mess. “Sweetheart, how about going up and warming up a bowl of chicken soup and bring it down here with a straw. I’m sure the poor guy’s getting pretty hungry.” “Okay,” said Natalie as she started up the stairs.
After John had fed the bowl of soup to the bum by means of the straw, he and Natalie went back upstairs and poured coffee and sat down at the dining table. “Sooner or later, we’re going to have to unstrap him and let him roam around in the basement some, so he can get at least a little exercise and go to the bathroom when he needs to. Of course, we’ll need to be sure he’s limited to the amount he can get around because I sure wouldn’t want him to jump on you or escape when I’m at work and when you’re not looking,” said John. “Perhaps I should put on a pair of heels and jog on his ankles tomorrow,” said the lovely woman sitting next to John, with a most evil smile on her face. John felt his cock begin to spring up again and Natalie also noticed it. Natalie then noticed and evil smile introduce itself on her husband’s face. “What?” she asked. “Or,” he said. “You could put them on now and we could go down there and you could just stomp them until we’re satisfied that he can’t get around on them too well,” “You’re so cruel, Baby! After all he’s been through today already?” she said chuckling. “Come on, let’s go find the perfect shoes for such a crushing task!” Natalie said still chuckling. Together they went to the bedroom and over to the huge rack of Natalie’s shoes. Literally dozens and dozens of pairs of all kinds of shoes, sandals, and boots, utilizing just about any size and type of heel one could think of. Natalie, still dressed in her white short, shorts was studying the shoes when she glanced and noticed again that John’s cock was bulging enormously. “You really are anxious to see me stomp that poor bum’s ankles and crush them, aren’t you Baby?” John’s face blushed somewhat and he just smiled at her. “That is one reason why I like hurting him so much Baby, because I know it really turns you on. Of course, I have to admit,” Natalie continued, “I’d like it almost as much if it were satisfying only myself!” she said chuckling again. After much debating, Natalie finally chose a pair of platform wedgies with wooden heels and soles. The heels were about 3 inches high and only about an inch wide. “These should crush those ankles really well,” she told her husband in a serious tone. She took the wedgies and walked over and sat down on the small bench at her dresser and slipped her delicate size 6 feet into them. John noticed that she had repainted her nails then, in hot pink with a couple of coats of shiny lacquer over them. His member continued to stiffen as he watched her wind the leather cords around her ankles and half way up the calves of her shapely legs and then tie them off. “Let’s go crush some ankles,” she said, glancing again at John’s quiet enlarged bulge. At the door to the basement, John paused and said, “go on down and put a little fear in him, Sweetheart, while I go out and get a brick.” Natalie smiled that beautiful, evil smile again and disappeared through the basement door. Shortly, she stepped up on the stomping board beside the slave and looked down into his terribly mangled face. She raised her left foot and held it over his face. He immediately cringed and began to tremble with fear. “Don’t worry Lover Boy, I’m not going to stomp on your face again, at least not now,” she said chuckling at him. “But I’ve got to tell you, I really had fun this morning on it. But now, I thought I’d see what I can do to those boney looking ankles of yours,” she said, showing her beautiful white teeth with her smile. As if only repositioning herself, Natalie stepped over slightly and placed her right heel on the slave’s terribly swollen fingers and stood down on them with all her weight, feeling the hard heel of her sandal bite into the throbbing flesh. In spite of the bum’s very sore face, his mouth flew open and he cried out painfully. Seeing his open mouth, she quickly worked up a big glob of saliva and spit directly into his mouth, then ever so slightly, twisted her heel on his fingers. She chuckled again, having never seen a more painful expression than what her slave was displaying now. She looked down at his fingers crushed under her sexy heel. She loved what she was doing to him, knowing he was in almost unbearable pain and it was she, who was causing it. She felt her juices seeping out and being soaked up by her thong panty. About then, John came down with a brick in his hand and he was smiling and evil smile and just below his waist line there continued to be a huge bulge.
After the bum’s face was cleaned and medicated somewhat, John couldn’t believe the damage his wife did to his face wearing only those rubber sole jogging sneakers. His face was a real mess. “Sweetheart, how about going up and warming up a bowl of chicken soup and bring it down here with a straw. I’m sure the poor guy’s getting pretty hungry.” “Okay,” said Natalie as she started up the stairs.
After John had fed the bowl of soup to the bum by means of the straw, he and Natalie went back upstairs and poured coffee and sat down at the dining table. “Sooner or later, we’re going to have to unstrap him and let him roam around in the basement some, so he can get at least a little exercise and go to the bathroom when he needs to. Of course, we’ll need to be sure he’s limited to the amount he can get around because I sure wouldn’t want him to jump on you or escape when I’m at work and when you’re not looking,” said John. “Perhaps I should put on a pair of heels and jog on his ankles tomorrow,” said the lovely woman sitting next to John, with a most evil smile on her face. John felt his cock begin to spring up again and Natalie also noticed it. Natalie then noticed and evil smile introduce itself on her husband’s face. “What?” she asked. “Or,” he said. “You could put them on now and we could go down there and you could just stomp them until we’re satisfied that he can’t get around on them too well,” “You’re so cruel, Baby! After all he’s been through today already?” she said chuckling. “Come on, let’s go find the perfect shoes for such a crushing task!” Natalie said still chuckling. Together they went to the bedroom and over to the huge rack of Natalie’s shoes. Literally dozens and dozens of pairs of all kinds of shoes, sandals, and boots, utilizing just about any size and type of heel one could think of. Natalie, still dressed in her white short, shorts was studying the shoes when she glanced and noticed again that John’s cock was bulging enormously. “You really are anxious to see me stomp that poor bum’s ankles and crush them, aren’t you Baby?” John’s face blushed somewhat and he just smiled at her. “That is one reason why I like hurting him so much Baby, because I know it really turns you on. Of course, I have to admit,” Natalie continued, “I’d like it almost as much if it were satisfying only myself!” she said chuckling again. After much debating, Natalie finally chose a pair of platform wedgies with wooden heels and soles. The heels were about 3 inches high and only about an inch wide. “These should crush those ankles really well,” she told her husband in a serious tone. She took the wedgies and walked over and sat down on the small bench at her dresser and slipped her delicate size 6 feet into them. John noticed that she had repainted her nails then, in hot pink with a couple of coats of shiny lacquer over them. His member continued to stiffen as he watched her wind the leather cords around her ankles and half way up the calves of her shapely legs and then tie them off. “Let’s go crush some ankles,” she said, glancing again at John’s quiet enlarged bulge. At the door to the basement, John paused and said, “go on down and put a little fear in him, Sweetheart, while I go out and get a brick.” Natalie smiled that beautiful, evil smile again and disappeared through the basement door. Shortly, she stepped up on the stomping board beside the slave and looked down into his terribly mangled face. She raised her left foot and held it over his face. He immediately cringed and began to tremble with fear. “Don’t worry Lover Boy, I’m not going to stomp on your face again, at least not now,” she said chuckling at him. “But I’ve got to tell you, I really had fun this morning on it. But now, I thought I’d see what I can do to those boney looking ankles of yours,” she said, showing her beautiful white teeth with her smile. As if only repositioning herself, Natalie stepped over slightly and placed her right heel on the slave’s terribly swollen fingers and stood down on them with all her weight, feeling the hard heel of her sandal bite into the throbbing flesh. In spite of the bum’s very sore face, his mouth flew open and he cried out painfully. Seeing his open mouth, she quickly worked up a big glob of saliva and spit directly into his mouth, then ever so slightly, twisted her heel on his fingers. She chuckled again, having never seen a more painful expression than what her slave was displaying now. She looked down at his fingers crushed under her sexy heel. She loved what she was doing to him, knowing he was in almost unbearable pain and it was she, who was causing it. She felt her juices seeping out and being soaked up by her thong panty. About then, John came down with a brick in his hand and he was smiling and evil smile and just below his waist line there continued to be a huge bulge.