CuriousAboutMe
01-01-2011, 7:16 AM
Samantha’s Way
Chapter 1
He could see the bottom of her foot as she chambered her knee up near her face. He could see the soft arch, the pink sole and heel. He could see the bottoms of her carefully pedicured toes as they curled back and exposed the ball of her foot. He saw it all so clearly as it hesitated at its apex before she thrust her leg downward. Her soft foot exploded into is already bruised and sore stomach, a loud slap obscuring the dull thud of the impact. If he could have seen inside his own body, he would have witnessed his abdominal organs pulsate with the pressure wave as it rippled through his body. Her foot went in deep, very deep and she held it there for a count of 3, now standing all of her weight on that one soft, warm foot. She made sure every bit of energy was delivered to his vital organs. Had he had any strength left, he would surely have tried to tighten his stomach muscles. At this point in the night however, he had barely enough energy to let out a muffled scream through the gag she had so carefully applied to his mouth. He only hoped he was still alive to feel her rip the duct tape off of his parched lips.
As she chambered her beautiful leg and foot for another organ destroying stomp, he thought about how he had got to this point, tied and gagged to his own bed, while his gorgeous wife slowly destroyed his body. This hadn’t been what he had in mind when he hinted to her at dinner that he wanted to try something a little different in the bedroom. No, this is not at all what he had in mind. When he mentioned it to her at dinner, she smiled and cocked her head to the side as if she was figuring out the solution to a complex problem.
She asked, “What do you have in mind babe?”
He had been thinking about how to bring this up to her for sometime. “Well, you know how I have always been pretty willing to rub your feet? “ His eyes began to dart around, nervously. “Well, I just kind of, ah. . . “ he trailed off, frustrated at himself for his inability to talk to his own wife.
“You like my feet, is that it?” she asked with a coy smile on her face. “What do you like about them?” she asked.
Devin hesitated and felt his face get hot. How could he be so embarrassed about this. They had only been married for a couple of months, but he felt like this should be easier to share with the woman he loved.
“Well, I like lots of stuff about them.” he said, wishing he had never brought it up.
“Well, what exactly is it that you want to do different in the bedroom that involves my feet?” she asked.
“Well, I guess rub them, kiss them maybe,” he said shyly. Samantha giggled, and reached across the table to grab Devin’s hand.
“So you have a foot fetish!” she exclaimed. “I never would have guessed.” she said with heavy sarcasm. She had to have seen the beet red color in his cheeks. “Don’t worry babe, I think it’s cute. I have always thought I had the cutest feet ever!” she said. “I have an idea for tonight. You see, I want to try something different tonight too, something I haven’t been able to do since my last boyfriend.”
Devin shuddered. He didn’t like to think about Samantha’s ex. His name was Chris. He didn’t know all of the details, but he did know that Chris was an abusive boyfriend and pushed Samantha around a lot. He heard from a friend that one night Chris came home drunk and looking for a fight. The next morning, the police and paramedics arrive and took him to the hospital. Apparently he had suffered a severe beating that night. He had several broken ribs, a broken arm, and a ruptured spleen. He needed emergency surgery and barely survived. The police never found out who did it to him. Most people believed the rumor that Samantha had a friend come over and beat him up that night. However he had also heard from others that Samantha did it herself. The one time he asked her about it, she got a dark look in her eye and she stiffened up. “He got what he deserved.” The far away look in her eye suggested to Devin that she was remembering it too all too vividly.
When they got home that night, Samantha told Devin what she wanted to do. “Let me tie you to the bed, then I can rub my feet all over you.” she explained.
Devin felt uneasy, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. He really shouldn’t have had anything to fear. He treated Samantha great, and besides, why wouldn’t he trust her? He agreed and she began looping soft scarves around the bed posts. She guided him over to the bed and tied up his legs and arms. He was positioned spread eagle in the middle of the bed.
“You look so vulnerable, so helpless my love.” she said as she began rubbing her feet all over his naked body. “I think this is going to be a lot of fun tonight, babe.”
Devin’s uneasiness passed quickly as he felt her soft pedicured feet rub all over his body. He was in heaven. He closed his eyes as her soft arches caressed his face. He took in the warmth of her soles and the slightly musty scent from her toes. His eyes opened when she stopped rubbing her feet on his face and stood up on the bed, straddling him. He looked up and took in her beauty. She was 5’8” tall and weighed 170lbs. Her short dark hair was cut in layers and bangs covered her eyes. The nightstand lamp tossed a glint off her nose piercing as she tossed her bangs out of her eyes and smiled down at Devin. She was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of stretchy workout pants that were tight in the hips but flared out at the ankles. Her soft feet were to die for. She had long perfectly proportioned toes with red nail polish. Her big toes had the design of a flower stenciled onto the red polish. She wore toe rings, which Devin loved. She wore two on each foot, one on her second toe and one on her third toe.
Devin smiled up at her and said. “I love you babe.”
“I love you too.” she said as she rubbed her foot on Devin’s stomach. “I want to try a game with you.” she said.
“OK?” Devin replied confused.
“Tighten your stomach muscles as hard as you can and see how long you can hold me up” she said as she carefully positioned her foot on his stomach.
“Um, hold you up?” Devin asked.
“Yeah, keep me from sinking in. If I sink in real deep, it won’t feel very good for you, trust me. So let’s see how long you can last” she knowing smile as she said it, trying to put Devin at ease.
“Sure, I’ll give it a shot.” Devin replied.
Samantha’s smile slipped off her face and an intensity shown in her eyes that Devin had not seen before. His heart raced and for the first time he felt a cold shiver of fear.
Samantha slowly began adding her weight as Devin tightened his stomach muscles. After about 15 seconds of gradually shifting, Samantha had all of her weight bearing down on Devin’s taught stomach muscles. She gently lifted her other foot and placed it on top of her weight bearing foot.
“1, 2, 3...” she began counting as she stared deeply in to Devin’s eyes. She was looking for that look of realization when Devin would realize that he was really in trouble.
“4, 5, 6...” it wouldn’t be too long, it never was.
“7, 8, 9, 10...” It didn’t seem a very difficult challenge to Devin at first. While he wasn’t in the greatest shape of his life, he could rip off sit-ups with little difficulty.
“18, 19, 20...” His stomach was starting to quiver like he had just finished a few too many sit-ups. He was however still quite confident in his ability to handle this little challenge.
“30, 31, 32.…” His stomach was locking up now, his muscles burning and shaking so bad that Samantha’s foot was trembling along with it. She was biting her lower lip, waiting for that glimmer in his eye. Any second now. . .
“Ok, I give.” Devin said through clenched teeth and short breaths. “You can get off now.”
Samantha tilted her head to the side and didn’t move. She smiled, but this time the smile didn’t put Devin at ease, but rather it increased his anxiety level. His stomach was shaking trying to hold this gorgeous woman’s foot out his stomach. He didn’t think it could possibly be that bad if he let her sink in, and besides, he didn’t really have a choice. He had given it everything he had.
“Samantha, stop please. . . I can’t do it any longer!” he yelled at her.
She gently placed her other foot over his mouth with just enough weight to turn his protests in to muffled sounds. She knew how vocal he was about to become.
Any second now she thought, it’s coming. Slowly she felt his stomach muscles begin to collapse from exhaustion. This was her favorite part. The slow ride down. Deeper and deeper into his vital organs. She felt his muscles give out in stages, she sank a little deeper each time. She knew what she was waiting for and it didn’t take long. She felt his stomach fold up around the sides of her tan foot and she knew she was close to the bottom. Devin was beginning to feel the searing pain inside as his intestines were flattened. His eyes were wide in panic. She felt the last of the muscles give out in his stomach and felt her foot come to a rest on his crushed intestines and the myriad of blood vessels and arteries running along his spine. There it was! She saw the glimmer in his eyes of sheer panic. That was what she wanted to see. She threw her head back and reached down the front of her pants, feeling her wetness. She began to slowly rock her foot back and forth on his now soft stomach.
Devin had never felt pain like this in his life. His stomach muscles were sore, but as her foot sank deeper and deeper, the pain changed. It changed from a muscle cramp to a white hot searing pain. He felt like his insides were being pushed out his mouth. His arms and legs began to tingle, going to sleep from the blood being cutoff in his midsection. His eyes bulged from the increased pressure. His head pounded with each beat of his heart.
When Samantha’s foot found the bottom he felt a twang as the last of his stomach muscles collapsed. He tried to tighten them again to lift her out but it was of no use. They were finished. As she began to rock on her foot the white hot pain would shoot around to different parts of his destroyed stomach. He didn’t know it but as she slid her foot around, she was causing micro tears in the lining of his abdominal wall and intestines. Even if she stopped now, he would have terrible stomach cramps for several days as his abdominal cavity tried to heal itself from the poisoning it was receiving from the contents of his intestines as they were tearing apart.
He tried to scream through the foot covering his mouth but it was no good. That foot he loved to kiss and caress was forming a tight seal on his mouth. His eyes were watering from the pain, and yet he could still see Samantha slowly touching herself, moving her hips, rhythmically destroying his organs while at the same time bringing herself a mind blowing orgasm. Devin flailed around but it was useless. He was going nowhere tied to the bed and while Samantha continued to enjoy herself, he could only try to comprehend the searing pain in his stomach and the newfound fear that had enveloped him.
Chapter 1
He could see the bottom of her foot as she chambered her knee up near her face. He could see the soft arch, the pink sole and heel. He could see the bottoms of her carefully pedicured toes as they curled back and exposed the ball of her foot. He saw it all so clearly as it hesitated at its apex before she thrust her leg downward. Her soft foot exploded into is already bruised and sore stomach, a loud slap obscuring the dull thud of the impact. If he could have seen inside his own body, he would have witnessed his abdominal organs pulsate with the pressure wave as it rippled through his body. Her foot went in deep, very deep and she held it there for a count of 3, now standing all of her weight on that one soft, warm foot. She made sure every bit of energy was delivered to his vital organs. Had he had any strength left, he would surely have tried to tighten his stomach muscles. At this point in the night however, he had barely enough energy to let out a muffled scream through the gag she had so carefully applied to his mouth. He only hoped he was still alive to feel her rip the duct tape off of his parched lips.
As she chambered her beautiful leg and foot for another organ destroying stomp, he thought about how he had got to this point, tied and gagged to his own bed, while his gorgeous wife slowly destroyed his body. This hadn’t been what he had in mind when he hinted to her at dinner that he wanted to try something a little different in the bedroom. No, this is not at all what he had in mind. When he mentioned it to her at dinner, she smiled and cocked her head to the side as if she was figuring out the solution to a complex problem.
She asked, “What do you have in mind babe?”
He had been thinking about how to bring this up to her for sometime. “Well, you know how I have always been pretty willing to rub your feet? “ His eyes began to dart around, nervously. “Well, I just kind of, ah. . . “ he trailed off, frustrated at himself for his inability to talk to his own wife.
“You like my feet, is that it?” she asked with a coy smile on her face. “What do you like about them?” she asked.
Devin hesitated and felt his face get hot. How could he be so embarrassed about this. They had only been married for a couple of months, but he felt like this should be easier to share with the woman he loved.
“Well, I like lots of stuff about them.” he said, wishing he had never brought it up.
“Well, what exactly is it that you want to do different in the bedroom that involves my feet?” she asked.
“Well, I guess rub them, kiss them maybe,” he said shyly. Samantha giggled, and reached across the table to grab Devin’s hand.
“So you have a foot fetish!” she exclaimed. “I never would have guessed.” she said with heavy sarcasm. She had to have seen the beet red color in his cheeks. “Don’t worry babe, I think it’s cute. I have always thought I had the cutest feet ever!” she said. “I have an idea for tonight. You see, I want to try something different tonight too, something I haven’t been able to do since my last boyfriend.”
Devin shuddered. He didn’t like to think about Samantha’s ex. His name was Chris. He didn’t know all of the details, but he did know that Chris was an abusive boyfriend and pushed Samantha around a lot. He heard from a friend that one night Chris came home drunk and looking for a fight. The next morning, the police and paramedics arrive and took him to the hospital. Apparently he had suffered a severe beating that night. He had several broken ribs, a broken arm, and a ruptured spleen. He needed emergency surgery and barely survived. The police never found out who did it to him. Most people believed the rumor that Samantha had a friend come over and beat him up that night. However he had also heard from others that Samantha did it herself. The one time he asked her about it, she got a dark look in her eye and she stiffened up. “He got what he deserved.” The far away look in her eye suggested to Devin that she was remembering it too all too vividly.
When they got home that night, Samantha told Devin what she wanted to do. “Let me tie you to the bed, then I can rub my feet all over you.” she explained.
Devin felt uneasy, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. He really shouldn’t have had anything to fear. He treated Samantha great, and besides, why wouldn’t he trust her? He agreed and she began looping soft scarves around the bed posts. She guided him over to the bed and tied up his legs and arms. He was positioned spread eagle in the middle of the bed.
“You look so vulnerable, so helpless my love.” she said as she began rubbing her feet all over his naked body. “I think this is going to be a lot of fun tonight, babe.”
Devin’s uneasiness passed quickly as he felt her soft pedicured feet rub all over his body. He was in heaven. He closed his eyes as her soft arches caressed his face. He took in the warmth of her soles and the slightly musty scent from her toes. His eyes opened when she stopped rubbing her feet on his face and stood up on the bed, straddling him. He looked up and took in her beauty. She was 5’8” tall and weighed 170lbs. Her short dark hair was cut in layers and bangs covered her eyes. The nightstand lamp tossed a glint off her nose piercing as she tossed her bangs out of her eyes and smiled down at Devin. She was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of stretchy workout pants that were tight in the hips but flared out at the ankles. Her soft feet were to die for. She had long perfectly proportioned toes with red nail polish. Her big toes had the design of a flower stenciled onto the red polish. She wore toe rings, which Devin loved. She wore two on each foot, one on her second toe and one on her third toe.
Devin smiled up at her and said. “I love you babe.”
“I love you too.” she said as she rubbed her foot on Devin’s stomach. “I want to try a game with you.” she said.
“OK?” Devin replied confused.
“Tighten your stomach muscles as hard as you can and see how long you can hold me up” she said as she carefully positioned her foot on his stomach.
“Um, hold you up?” Devin asked.
“Yeah, keep me from sinking in. If I sink in real deep, it won’t feel very good for you, trust me. So let’s see how long you can last” she knowing smile as she said it, trying to put Devin at ease.
“Sure, I’ll give it a shot.” Devin replied.
Samantha’s smile slipped off her face and an intensity shown in her eyes that Devin had not seen before. His heart raced and for the first time he felt a cold shiver of fear.
Samantha slowly began adding her weight as Devin tightened his stomach muscles. After about 15 seconds of gradually shifting, Samantha had all of her weight bearing down on Devin’s taught stomach muscles. She gently lifted her other foot and placed it on top of her weight bearing foot.
“1, 2, 3...” she began counting as she stared deeply in to Devin’s eyes. She was looking for that look of realization when Devin would realize that he was really in trouble.
“4, 5, 6...” it wouldn’t be too long, it never was.
“7, 8, 9, 10...” It didn’t seem a very difficult challenge to Devin at first. While he wasn’t in the greatest shape of his life, he could rip off sit-ups with little difficulty.
“18, 19, 20...” His stomach was starting to quiver like he had just finished a few too many sit-ups. He was however still quite confident in his ability to handle this little challenge.
“30, 31, 32.…” His stomach was locking up now, his muscles burning and shaking so bad that Samantha’s foot was trembling along with it. She was biting her lower lip, waiting for that glimmer in his eye. Any second now. . .
“Ok, I give.” Devin said through clenched teeth and short breaths. “You can get off now.”
Samantha tilted her head to the side and didn’t move. She smiled, but this time the smile didn’t put Devin at ease, but rather it increased his anxiety level. His stomach was shaking trying to hold this gorgeous woman’s foot out his stomach. He didn’t think it could possibly be that bad if he let her sink in, and besides, he didn’t really have a choice. He had given it everything he had.
“Samantha, stop please. . . I can’t do it any longer!” he yelled at her.
She gently placed her other foot over his mouth with just enough weight to turn his protests in to muffled sounds. She knew how vocal he was about to become.
Any second now she thought, it’s coming. Slowly she felt his stomach muscles begin to collapse from exhaustion. This was her favorite part. The slow ride down. Deeper and deeper into his vital organs. She felt his muscles give out in stages, she sank a little deeper each time. She knew what she was waiting for and it didn’t take long. She felt his stomach fold up around the sides of her tan foot and she knew she was close to the bottom. Devin was beginning to feel the searing pain inside as his intestines were flattened. His eyes were wide in panic. She felt the last of the muscles give out in his stomach and felt her foot come to a rest on his crushed intestines and the myriad of blood vessels and arteries running along his spine. There it was! She saw the glimmer in his eyes of sheer panic. That was what she wanted to see. She threw her head back and reached down the front of her pants, feeling her wetness. She began to slowly rock her foot back and forth on his now soft stomach.
Devin had never felt pain like this in his life. His stomach muscles were sore, but as her foot sank deeper and deeper, the pain changed. It changed from a muscle cramp to a white hot searing pain. He felt like his insides were being pushed out his mouth. His arms and legs began to tingle, going to sleep from the blood being cutoff in his midsection. His eyes bulged from the increased pressure. His head pounded with each beat of his heart.
When Samantha’s foot found the bottom he felt a twang as the last of his stomach muscles collapsed. He tried to tighten them again to lift her out but it was of no use. They were finished. As she began to rock on her foot the white hot pain would shoot around to different parts of his destroyed stomach. He didn’t know it but as she slid her foot around, she was causing micro tears in the lining of his abdominal wall and intestines. Even if she stopped now, he would have terrible stomach cramps for several days as his abdominal cavity tried to heal itself from the poisoning it was receiving from the contents of his intestines as they were tearing apart.
He tried to scream through the foot covering his mouth but it was no good. That foot he loved to kiss and caress was forming a tight seal on his mouth. His eyes were watering from the pain, and yet he could still see Samantha slowly touching herself, moving her hips, rhythmically destroying his organs while at the same time bringing herself a mind blowing orgasm. Devin flailed around but it was useless. He was going nowhere tied to the bed and while Samantha continued to enjoy herself, he could only try to comprehend the searing pain in his stomach and the newfound fear that had enveloped him.