flatmanbe
11-12-2002, 2:02 AM
My new role in life.
I am John Stanton and have known Tina since childhood, I have always found her to be a wonderful and caring person, but curious and intriguing at the same time, and for that I am very much drawn to her, have been from the first day I met her, although I was never sure why she reciprocated my affection. Tina is a tall, attractive and slim lady and I'm sure most people considered that she was wasting her time with me. I may not fully understand the mysteries of Tina but certainly I know myself; an unusual person you could say but my secret feelings and secret desires are precisely that, secret. No reason to suspect any transparency, but why worry, she was here, as always by my side, as we walked arm in arm towards the car park. Our relationship was never sexual, but there was a curious bond that held us together, and I never imagined that in less than one hour I would understand the full extent of that bond, and of the role I would be playing out in our future relationship. Today she was wearing a knee length denim skirt, woolly jumper and leather waist length jacket. She was also wearing a pair of knee length black boots with a chunky heel and sole, she always seemed to wear menacing looking black boots and it seemed out of character for her to exhibit the traits of a dominant women, but on the other hand it is probably only in my imagination that black boots must be perceived as dominant. Just looking at them would almost always almost prompt me to throw myself at her feet, but I always resisted these strong temptations lest it would mark the end of our friendship. Instead I would limit myself to more risk free antics, such as placing a snail or similar entity on her doorstep just before knocking on her door. I would try to keep her distracted as she would step forward and hopefully crush the snail beneath her boots, my heart always beating faster in anticipation. Usually though she would notice it and step over it or just plain miss it, but when it worked I would meander through the rest of the day in a deep sense of arousal, but also with a sense of guilt that I had contrived a situation where my best friend would extinguish an innocent life, she would not normally kill a fly.
As we approached the car we agreed that she would first reverse before I climb in, since there was insufficient room for my considerable frame between her car and the one positioned alongside. At times like this I often take the opportunity to exercise another of my little deviant desires, it has worked before, why not this time, Tina is a nice girl and so naïve, I always found it easy to play these games, I'm sure she would be mortified if she knew what has, and is about, to happen. As she closed the car door and the engine whirred into life, I was already placing my left hand behind the rear left wheel, I remember the first time I attempted this and being petrified and excited at the same time, with no idea as to the possible damage to my hand. For sure it was painful but not as excruciating as I first suspected, and no broken bones.
The car started moving slowly, the rear wheel mounting my hand, followed by the usual grimace and stab of pain as the wheel ground over my fingers. Then suddenly the car stopped, this was unexpected, what could be wrong, there was no reason to stop as far as I could see and no other car blocking her exit. As I crouched there bemused the engine was turned off and the car door opened, I could not see over the car, so I dropped closer to the ground and could see that Tina was slowly walking around the car and towards me, there was absolutely no excuse that came to mind, how could I possibly explain the position I now find myself in. Her sweet innocent face came into view and, to my surprise, she was smiling, a kind of smirk more than a smile, a look I have never seen before. She stepped close and knelt down to take a close look at the damage being done to my hand, again she looked at me and asked me if it was hurting, at the same time taking a sitting position on the boot of the car, directly over the wheel of the car, directly over my hand. You would think the few extra pounds would not result in any significant increased pressure, but I was wrong, the extra weight on my hand was incredible, and she just smiled.
She took out a cigarette and started smoking, and then she started to talk softly, in the same quiet voice I was accustomed to but with a determination and purpose I had not witnessed before. She explained to me her suspicions about my deviant desires, that ever since we were much younger the signs were there, on too many occasions she found herself stepping onto my fingers when I would gingerly slide my hand towards her feet, knowing that if she stepped back just a couple of inches then my fingers were ready to receive the full weight of her heel. Of course I remembered well, it's amazing how many times you can contrive such an event but I guess she must have caught on and the strange thing is, she must have known all along and continuously stepped onto my fingers, intentionally.
My left hand was totally numb by now, as she continued to smoke and smile at me, until finally she jumped off the car. She stepped onto the wrist of my other hand as she dismounted, trapping it there beneath her right boot. She lowered herself, bringing her face close to mine and blowing cigarette smoke into it. Then, as the cigarette was almost finished, she looked me first in the eyes and then to the cigarette, a smile crossing her face. She then placed the cigarette on my right hand, which was still held firmly in place beneath her boot. The heat of the cigarette intensified as she raised herself back to a standing position and looked down at the cigarette, hovering the thick sole of her boot over it. The pain from the burning cigarette was immense by now and it was almost an act of mercy when she finally stepped onto the back of my hand, crushing the cigarette out with a grinding motion of her foot. The cigarette was extinguished after only a few seconds, but she seemed to delight in continuing to grind and crush my fingers beneath her boot, until finally she stopped the grinding and placed the sharp edge of her thick heel over my knuckles and applied her full weight onto the heel as she stepped forward and returned to the driver side of the car. I am not even sure that she noticed the faint cracking sound as the full weight of her heel came to bear on my hand, but by now she was back in the car and starting the engine. She slowly reversed and at last my hand was free, my left hand red and raw with the tyre marks embedded firmly into the skin and my other hand burnt and crushed beneath her boot.
I started to lift myself from the ground, not entirely sure where this left our friendship and not sure I could even look her in the face. As I made my way towards the passenger door, she emerged again from the car and beckoned me to come round to the driver side. My emotions were confused by now, embarrassed that my secret was out and excited about what had just happened and especially aroused by the cruel and clinical way that she had treated me. As I approached her, she motioned for me to lay down by the side of the car and to my surprise I settled there immediately on the hard floor, she suddenly made me aware of my choices. I could walk away now and we would never see each other again, or I would dedicate myself to her for the rest of my life. She explained that she cared for me deeply as a friend but nonetheless I would be committing myself to a life of humiliation and pain if I decided to stay. I still couldn't believe I was hearing this from Tina but maybe it was always meant to be like this, perhaps this was where I belonged. I looked up at her and must admit to feeling close to tears; I couldn't understand this emotion and no matter how hard I tried, no words would come.
She stepped clear of the car and said, first, that I have to show I can withstand the sort of treatment she had in mind for me, and after the car incident I knew by now that she was capable of a degree of cruelty. I was laying there silently ready to take whatever was coming my way, and she obviously took this silence as a further sign of my willingness to endure her every whim. She slowly positioned herself by my head, one foot either side as I looked up to see her looking down at me with a cold look of inevitability. She then raised her right foot and placed it deliberately and slowly onto my face, with the sole and rough tread of her boot pressing down onto my nose. I knew by now that this was my rightful place all along, looking up at Tina as she stood there, hands on hip, and her boot firmly planted on my face. And she wasn't finished yet, as she then took a hold of the car door for balance, she started to lift her weight onto my face, until suddenly she was standing full weight. The hard tread of her boot was pressing hard onto my nose, and tears of pain started streaming down my cheeks. Not content with just standing there, she started to make a motion with her foot similar to that of putting out a cigarette, this motion combined with the sheer weight started to rip and tear at my skin and I was sure it was only a matter of time until my nose simply smashed to pieces under the relentless pressure and motion of her foot. Eventually she dismounted and bent over to take a close look at the damage she had just inflicted; she touched the tip of my nose with her finger and then drew it back to reveal some blood and shards of skin. She came closer and whispered in my ear
I am John Stanton and have known Tina since childhood, I have always found her to be a wonderful and caring person, but curious and intriguing at the same time, and for that I am very much drawn to her, have been from the first day I met her, although I was never sure why she reciprocated my affection. Tina is a tall, attractive and slim lady and I'm sure most people considered that she was wasting her time with me. I may not fully understand the mysteries of Tina but certainly I know myself; an unusual person you could say but my secret feelings and secret desires are precisely that, secret. No reason to suspect any transparency, but why worry, she was here, as always by my side, as we walked arm in arm towards the car park. Our relationship was never sexual, but there was a curious bond that held us together, and I never imagined that in less than one hour I would understand the full extent of that bond, and of the role I would be playing out in our future relationship. Today she was wearing a knee length denim skirt, woolly jumper and leather waist length jacket. She was also wearing a pair of knee length black boots with a chunky heel and sole, she always seemed to wear menacing looking black boots and it seemed out of character for her to exhibit the traits of a dominant women, but on the other hand it is probably only in my imagination that black boots must be perceived as dominant. Just looking at them would almost always almost prompt me to throw myself at her feet, but I always resisted these strong temptations lest it would mark the end of our friendship. Instead I would limit myself to more risk free antics, such as placing a snail or similar entity on her doorstep just before knocking on her door. I would try to keep her distracted as she would step forward and hopefully crush the snail beneath her boots, my heart always beating faster in anticipation. Usually though she would notice it and step over it or just plain miss it, but when it worked I would meander through the rest of the day in a deep sense of arousal, but also with a sense of guilt that I had contrived a situation where my best friend would extinguish an innocent life, she would not normally kill a fly.
As we approached the car we agreed that she would first reverse before I climb in, since there was insufficient room for my considerable frame between her car and the one positioned alongside. At times like this I often take the opportunity to exercise another of my little deviant desires, it has worked before, why not this time, Tina is a nice girl and so naïve, I always found it easy to play these games, I'm sure she would be mortified if she knew what has, and is about, to happen. As she closed the car door and the engine whirred into life, I was already placing my left hand behind the rear left wheel, I remember the first time I attempted this and being petrified and excited at the same time, with no idea as to the possible damage to my hand. For sure it was painful but not as excruciating as I first suspected, and no broken bones.
The car started moving slowly, the rear wheel mounting my hand, followed by the usual grimace and stab of pain as the wheel ground over my fingers. Then suddenly the car stopped, this was unexpected, what could be wrong, there was no reason to stop as far as I could see and no other car blocking her exit. As I crouched there bemused the engine was turned off and the car door opened, I could not see over the car, so I dropped closer to the ground and could see that Tina was slowly walking around the car and towards me, there was absolutely no excuse that came to mind, how could I possibly explain the position I now find myself in. Her sweet innocent face came into view and, to my surprise, she was smiling, a kind of smirk more than a smile, a look I have never seen before. She stepped close and knelt down to take a close look at the damage being done to my hand, again she looked at me and asked me if it was hurting, at the same time taking a sitting position on the boot of the car, directly over the wheel of the car, directly over my hand. You would think the few extra pounds would not result in any significant increased pressure, but I was wrong, the extra weight on my hand was incredible, and she just smiled.
She took out a cigarette and started smoking, and then she started to talk softly, in the same quiet voice I was accustomed to but with a determination and purpose I had not witnessed before. She explained to me her suspicions about my deviant desires, that ever since we were much younger the signs were there, on too many occasions she found herself stepping onto my fingers when I would gingerly slide my hand towards her feet, knowing that if she stepped back just a couple of inches then my fingers were ready to receive the full weight of her heel. Of course I remembered well, it's amazing how many times you can contrive such an event but I guess she must have caught on and the strange thing is, she must have known all along and continuously stepped onto my fingers, intentionally.
My left hand was totally numb by now, as she continued to smoke and smile at me, until finally she jumped off the car. She stepped onto the wrist of my other hand as she dismounted, trapping it there beneath her right boot. She lowered herself, bringing her face close to mine and blowing cigarette smoke into it. Then, as the cigarette was almost finished, she looked me first in the eyes and then to the cigarette, a smile crossing her face. She then placed the cigarette on my right hand, which was still held firmly in place beneath her boot. The heat of the cigarette intensified as she raised herself back to a standing position and looked down at the cigarette, hovering the thick sole of her boot over it. The pain from the burning cigarette was immense by now and it was almost an act of mercy when she finally stepped onto the back of my hand, crushing the cigarette out with a grinding motion of her foot. The cigarette was extinguished after only a few seconds, but she seemed to delight in continuing to grind and crush my fingers beneath her boot, until finally she stopped the grinding and placed the sharp edge of her thick heel over my knuckles and applied her full weight onto the heel as she stepped forward and returned to the driver side of the car. I am not even sure that she noticed the faint cracking sound as the full weight of her heel came to bear on my hand, but by now she was back in the car and starting the engine. She slowly reversed and at last my hand was free, my left hand red and raw with the tyre marks embedded firmly into the skin and my other hand burnt and crushed beneath her boot.
I started to lift myself from the ground, not entirely sure where this left our friendship and not sure I could even look her in the face. As I made my way towards the passenger door, she emerged again from the car and beckoned me to come round to the driver side. My emotions were confused by now, embarrassed that my secret was out and excited about what had just happened and especially aroused by the cruel and clinical way that she had treated me. As I approached her, she motioned for me to lay down by the side of the car and to my surprise I settled there immediately on the hard floor, she suddenly made me aware of my choices. I could walk away now and we would never see each other again, or I would dedicate myself to her for the rest of my life. She explained that she cared for me deeply as a friend but nonetheless I would be committing myself to a life of humiliation and pain if I decided to stay. I still couldn't believe I was hearing this from Tina but maybe it was always meant to be like this, perhaps this was where I belonged. I looked up at her and must admit to feeling close to tears; I couldn't understand this emotion and no matter how hard I tried, no words would come.
She stepped clear of the car and said, first, that I have to show I can withstand the sort of treatment she had in mind for me, and after the car incident I knew by now that she was capable of a degree of cruelty. I was laying there silently ready to take whatever was coming my way, and she obviously took this silence as a further sign of my willingness to endure her every whim. She slowly positioned herself by my head, one foot either side as I looked up to see her looking down at me with a cold look of inevitability. She then raised her right foot and placed it deliberately and slowly onto my face, with the sole and rough tread of her boot pressing down onto my nose. I knew by now that this was my rightful place all along, looking up at Tina as she stood there, hands on hip, and her boot firmly planted on my face. And she wasn't finished yet, as she then took a hold of the car door for balance, she started to lift her weight onto my face, until suddenly she was standing full weight. The hard tread of her boot was pressing hard onto my nose, and tears of pain started streaming down my cheeks. Not content with just standing there, she started to make a motion with her foot similar to that of putting out a cigarette, this motion combined with the sheer weight started to rip and tear at my skin and I was sure it was only a matter of time until my nose simply smashed to pieces under the relentless pressure and motion of her foot. Eventually she dismounted and bent over to take a close look at the damage she had just inflicted; she touched the tip of my nose with her finger and then drew it back to reveal some blood and shards of skin. She came closer and whispered in my ear