Seatboy
11-28-2009, 5:55 PM
Noticing the bum's fingers being crushed once again under his wife's cruel heel, John stopped to take in the moment. The heel of her right sandal was pressed deeply into the young bum's swollen fingers. He could see the white along the edges of her heel and notices those little nerves flinching in her ankle as the bum's fingers supported every ounce of his lovely wife's weight. His cock was now throbbing and he hoped he could last until the ankle crushing task was completed, but was having a difficult time holding back his load. Just as he started to turn and go to the bum's ankle, he saw Natalie twist her heel again on the guy's fingers and watched his battered face wrinkle in excruciating pain again as his cruel wife chuckled. Finally, she raised her foot and stomped on his fingers hard. John almost lost his load with the last action, but crossing his legs tightly, managed to hold it in. Finally, he walked to the foot of the stomping board and got down on his knees. John unbuckled the leather strap holding the bum's left ankle, then raised his foot slightly and placed the brick under the ankle bone. Slowly he rebuckled the strap, having to find another hole to make up for the difference in height that the brick was now making. Natalie stood and watched excitedly and now her wicked smile returned to her beautiful face. Pushing a string of long, blonde hair from her eyes, she stepped up on the stomping board and stood beside the slave's ankle. The ankle bone stuck out with an inviting gesture and she placed the sole of her sandal on it and began to gently rub the ankle bone back and forth, prolonging the torture of the man attached to the ankle. Shortly, she placed the ball of her foot on the ankle bone and tested her weight on it by raising her other leg off the stomping board. The slave winced to the different pain location. Natalie looked down at him and chuckled, "why are you wincing in pain already? I haven't even stomped it yet!" John chuckled at the teasing his wife was doing with the frightened slave, knowing what a sheer dread he must have in his mind. He placed his hand gently on his bulging cock as Natalie raised her delicate foot about 18 inches high, directly over the slave's ankle. "Are you ready for this?" she asked the slave still teasing him. "Pp---pplease," the slave begged. "Oh, listen to him Honey! He's begging me to stomp him! Did you hear him say 'please?" With no further warning, Natalie stomped incredibly hard on the slave's ankle. The sharp edge of the hard heel cut a deep gash near the ankle bone. John could tell that the renewed pain had taken the slave's breath away momentarily. "Wait until he gets his breath, Sweetheart, so he can concentrate on the pain." John told her. Natalie stood there with her foot raised again, looking and waiting for the bum to get his breath back. when he was breathing again, she stomped on his ankle again. The hard heel came down squarely on the ankle bone with shattering force and they all three heard a definite crack. "Yeah!" John almost shouted excitedly. "Stomp it to a pulp!" Natalie quickly stomped the ankle again and again extremely hard feeling the bone crunch more with each stomp. The slave was almost unconscious now from the horrible pain. Pain filled every nerve in his weak body from his fingertips, through his battered face and now down to his crushed ankle. Natalie stomped it a few more times and then stepped down off the board as John almost ran to the head of the stomping board. He quickly guided and spurted his huge load onto the slave's mangled face as his wife laughed. "Okay Darling," said Natalie. "We'll save the other one until you're ready again." They both went upstairs and John sat down at in his recliner as Natalie went to her bedroom to select a different pair of bone crushing shoes for the slave's other ankle, knowing it would only be a few minutes before John was ready to get hard again. While in her bedroom, she decided she'd better go ahead and change her panties because she disliked wearing wet panties!