Please...tread on my heart!

[faceseat4jeans]

I wasn’t unique...but I sure thought I was!

After growing up in a family that was loving but in a very unconsciously “conditional” kind of way, I had no idea of how to deal with my erotic desires as they began surfacing at age eleven or twelve. Although I didn’t even know what sex was at the time (I had never heard the “birds and bees” story from my caring but repressed parents), I knew from an early age that the most attractive part of a woman for me was her feet, not things like her face or tits. Problem was, being painfully shy I knew enough to realize that expressing my desires to kiss and worship the feet of girls was too shameful a thought to ever say out loud!

As I grew older, I found other ways to satisfy my attraction for female feet. At first my outlet was mainly porn and masturbation, but in college I found that I seemed to have a natural capacity to drink and drug (mainly pot), and that relaxed my inhibitions enough to become socially active and find a few women to date who were willing to indulge my feverish fetish for female feet.

I used, abused and discarded these young women throughout my college years as if they were living porn for my selfish pleasures, with my distorted attitude being any woman who cared for and respected me, especially if she was willing to just play her part as the dominant, superior woman ordering me to worship her feet and footwear, was too submissive and inferior for me to waste my time with!

When I found the real thing in a woman who genuinely saw me as inferior and only worth licking and kissing or massaging her feet the sexual rush was great, but the relationship invariably ended up with me being taken advantage of and discarded when she’d gotten all she could from me in terms of money and other benefits.

Got out of college and had a bad motorcycle accident while I was waiting for replies from major prospective employers and that really changed my life, leaving me miraculously alive with no broken bones but a serious head injury so that I had no external signs of injury (after two weeks unconscious!) but neurological damage that left me unable to do any detail work or concentrate for extended periods due to the MTBI (mild traumatic brain injury) - so much for a desk job!

Listening to my mother who said she was so grateful I was alive she didn’t care what kind of job I held, I fell back on the one skill I still had - driving - and started working as a cab driver. Taking advantage of mom's enabling attitude, I got into daily drinking and drugging to the point that I started and ended every day drinking and doing other drugs until I hit my bottom.

Came into recovery and put down the substances, and though I felt sure I’d never “pick up” again, I learned and came to admit and eventually embrace the fact that I was an addict who had to just focus on not drinking or doing other drugs “one day at a time”. My surrender to the reality that “every bottom has a trap door”, meaning I could relapse and hit an even deeper bottom (maybe even death!), became my new freedom and victory, and “surrendering to win” my daily victory that I transformed with some classes into a decent paying job as a substance abuse counselor.

*Okay - enough back story (sorry, but necessary to understand how my life has evolved since)*

When Teria came in for her first session, I could see past her outwardly sloppy appearance to an inner beauty with a latent superior status that was only confirmed as she spoke, and for the first time working as an Addictions Therapist I felt myself getting aroused and drawn into the forbidden realm of fraternizing with a client - uh-oh!

As she poured her heart out to my outwardly patient and paternal professional persona, my pecker pranced at rigid attention in my pants crotch while I sat uncomfortably behind my desk across from this sexy young woman. Forcing my eyes away from her forlorn face with those luscious lips, I looked down as if in thought only to be mesmerized by her petite feet showcased in a pair of strappy sandals that were laced up her perfect calves with rough rawhide - omigod!

I knew I needed to cut the intake interview short, so I made some feeble comment about how that was all the time I had for that session but that she could go freshen up and we could meet again later for a follow-up. Then for some insane reason I made a comment about how her toenail polish was chipped and she could probably benefit from a nice pedicure as I struggled not to look back down at her precious peds.

“Yeah really, I sure do agree Mr. Dempsey, problem is I’ve blown all my dough on blow, ya know?” Teria said with a chuckle, and she relaxed when I joined her laughter before reaching for my wallet. “Here,” I said as I lowered my voice and slipped her a twenty. “I’m really not supposed to do this, but I can see the beauty of your size sixes just dying to dazzle with a nice pedicure, er...ahem...that is, um, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” I stammered as I tried to pull my thinking out of my “lower brain” and back into my head and started to pull my hand holding the twenty back.

But Teria was too quick and snatched the twenty from me, flashing me a knowing smile as she giggled and said she knew exactly what I “meant”! Strutting out my office door with a seductive sway of her hips, she looked back over her shoulder at me as she added that she’d tell my secretary that she’d need a follow up appointment later that day, “my orders”!

Jerking off in the bathroom stall to mental fantasies of lying under Teria’s dirty feet while she orders me to get my tongue between every toe and be sure to eat all of her toe jam, I found myself involuntarily crying out from the power and intensity of the orgasm I had. I’d rationalized that I needed to “let off some steam” before Teria came back for her follow up appointment, but found myself feeling even more horny as I used tissue paper to clean myself up before leaving the bathroom.

Back at my desk, I made a mental resolution to be completely professional when I saw her again, but as my intercom buzzed and my secretary told me Teria had returned for her follow up appointment I felt my stomach churn as if I was an immature adolescent on a first date. When I saw the door knob turn I took a deep breath ( a “Tiger breath” as it’s called in a technique I’d learned in a workshop on techniques to deal with fear ), but as a smiling Teria entered with a look of new found confidence and my eyes automatically dropped to her feet, what I saw melted away whatever willpower I’d tried to muster.

[macrina]

Thank you, great start. Have a good weekend my friend.

[Sauur]

Nice start! I can tell this is going to be good. :)

[palatino]

good start

thanks

[faceseat4jeans]

Teria hadn’t freshened up at all, it seemed, but her feet had obviously been manicured to become erotic icons in my eyes. Blood red polish perfectly painted on her precious toenails was highlighted with sunburst streaks of contrasting bright color, and on each nail of her big toes was a painted image that showcased a view as if from beneath of a petite female foot sole!

Without even looking up at her face I could hear the new found confidence in Teria’s voice as she entered my office and sarcastically asked in a low voice how many times I’d jerked off in the men’s room thinking about her feet since she’s been gone, and when I stammered “oh...um, er, only once, M...Mi...Miss Teria...” she let out a triumphant “Ha, I knew it! I pegged you as prime foot slave material as soon as I saw your gaze fixate on my sweet little feet...yeah, ha ha, this is friggin’ perfect!”

Trying to regain my composure, I started to say something about how we really had to stop “fooling around” when Teria held up her palm facing me in a clear stop motion and started talking in a calm and very serious tone. “You and I both know this is not fooling around, Mr. Dempsey. I’ve had some experience with foot fetish guys, and I’ve gotta tell ya, you wimps are my favorites, hee hee hee!”

A part of me wanted to say something, anything to try and get myself out of the compromising position I was in, but Teria’s genuine joy was reflected in her excited comment about having experience with “foot fetish guys” and her seemingly serious statement that they were her favorites had piqued my interest, so I nervously sat back and listened. I felt my mouth slowly opening in awe and excitement as she went on to talk about her natural arousal whenever she had a guy in a subservient status situation in relation to her, and when she explained that what got her most excited was when it was real instead of play-acting I felt my head nodding in agreement despite my half-hearted attempts to maneuver my way out of the obvious danger of being revealed to be coming on to a client.

Teria seemed to understand my thoughts even before I did, and she assured me that what went on between us would stay between us. “I ain’t gonna kill this golden goose, sweetie, and you know this is what you really want too, Dwight-ster, hee hee!” I was amazed and undeniably impressed by the awareness and self-confidence of this young woman even as I cringed at her use of my first name in the mocking phrase. She couldn’t have been less than a good twenty years my junior as I mentally guessed her age to be no more than 27, and yet when she explained that she grew up in a household where her father openly adored her mother’s feet whenever ordered to and that she’d been raised with the concept of female superiority as the right and proper way things should be I felt my cock harden in my pants crotch despite my recent orgasm.

Trying to appear casual as I reached down to adjust my pants to accommodate my growing member within, I felt my face redden when Teria targeted and told on my lustful response to her words. “Yeah, pants suddenly gettin’ tight, eh Dwight-ee me boy, and I do mean MY BOY!” she stated forcefully, almost yelling the last words as I shrunk back in my chair with a look of alarm at her loud voice being heard. “Not to worry, my subservient little foot slave,” she said to reassure me as once again she seemed to read my thoughts as soon as they came up, “...you know I locked the door and that you can explain away anything anyone hears me say with all your experience as a professional therapist, don’cha foot-boy?”

For the next half hour Teria explained how she foolishly walked away from her mom’s early advice and counsel to find a guy who was attracted to her feet, and let her natural feminine assertiveness take charge and make him her foot slave, the first of many her mom assured her were available for the taking. “You know how young people are naturally rebellious and go against whatever their parents advise, and even though I was over 21 and should have been mature enough to embrace my mother’s wise words, I didn’t and instead set off on my own to assert my ‘independence’.

Going on to explain how her rebellious drive drove her right into an increasing use and abuse of alcohol and other drugs that brought her to her present painful bottom, Teria chuckled and thanked me for re-awakening her past memories and prodding her back on the true path that the biggest part of her consciousness always knew she was destined for.

“...and, er...what path would that be?” I queried timidly as I remained enthralled by her engrossing explanation and confident manner, only to catch her infectious smile as she explained that her mom always assured her she was meant to be worshiped and adored by her very own, and literally, truly owned, slave property!

By the end of the counseling session I was on my knees at her feet, devotedly taking her sandals off and tongue-bathing every soiled inch of her sexy size sixes, and when I looked up once and saw her taking a picture with her cell phone of my tongue poking out from between her toes she just casually remarked that she knew she didn’t need the blackmail - but she also knew it turned me on as much as it did her to make the power and dominance she had over me as real as possible - and deep inside my brain I knew she was right and said a silent prayer of thanks as I dug my tongue back between her toes to dig out all the grime and toe jam!

When Teria opened my office door to leave, she turned and looked back at me with a secret seductive smile as she loudly thanked me for all my support and kind words, and for telling her to have my secretary set up our next appointment so soon after this one.

When my secretary buzzed the intercom a few minutes later to confirm I wanted to give Teria her next appointment for the very next day, so unusually soon after this one, I snapped at her that she should clear my schedule for the next day if she had to, but that this new client needed immediate and prompt continuing sessions to get her on a firm path of recovery from her addictive patterns, even as I inwardly acknowledged that in reality it was MY compulsive nature that was being activated! I could sense the surprised reaction from her as she agreed to set up the appointment, and I mentally sneered as I reflected on how I'd always dreamed of being the foot slave of my female office clerk (a beautiful buxom young black woman having a coffee mug with the inscription “black is beautiful”) who served as my receptionist and secretary. Ha, I thought ruefully, finally there was no need to chase that fantasy - I had the real deal now, and it was incredibly exciting!

Yes, I knew I was hooked on this young dominant miss with her sexy feet and wise beyond her years perspective on the Dominant/submissive paradigm, and felt a surprising sense of trust in this young woman I’d just met, even though she knew she had the power and means to destroy my career - along with my freedom - at her slightest whim!

[iceblock]

How cool, one of my fave writer's back in town. Problem is trying to decide to read it now or wait until it is much nearer its completion rather than just at the beginning.

And what a beginning by the way!

Might come back in a couple of weeks, I think. (Yeah, like I'll be able to wait that long, lol).

[macrina]

Thank you, nice part.

[Sauur]

By the end of the counseling session I was on my knees at her feet, devotedly taking her sandals off and tongue-bathing every soiled inch of her sexy size sixes, and when I looked up once and saw her taking a picture with her cell phone of my tongue poking out from between her toes she just casually remarked that she knew she didn’t need the blackmail - but she also knew it turned me on as much as it did her to make the power and dominance she had over me as real as possible - and deep inside my brain I knew she was right and said a silent prayer of thanks as I dug my tongue back between her toes to dig out all the grime and toe jam!

WOW! This part totally did it for me, excellent job!

[Pdxrug]

Great story about how women know and how to take advantage, good stuff.

[faceseat4jeans]

Please...tread on my heart!,Chapter 3

It almost felt as if I’d relapsed and picked up a drink, the mental obsession and physical craving crowding out all my other thoughts as all I could think about now was serving Teria again as her foot slave. I even skipped dinner that night just so I could keep the taste of her precious foot dirt in my mouth, relishing the grains of grime as my tongue sought them out and savored the thought that they had come from between Teria’s perfect toes!

The next day my morning business seemed to drag on so slowly as the hour approached when Teria’s appointment was scheduled. Finally the time came and I sat nervously behind my desk until finally my secretary buzzed the intercom to let me know she’d arrived, and I held my breath in anticipation as she entered. Her faded jeans were a little grungy but form-fitting and showcased her slender legs, and as my eyes traveled down I felt a pang of disappointment seeing she now wore scuffed black motorcycle boots that hid her feet from view. Sitting down silently while sporting a seductive smile, Teria quickly cut off my awkward attempts to begin the session.

“Listen up, Mr. Dempsey,” Teria said as her smile broadened, “...no offense but I really don’t need any drug counseling, I’m sure you figured out as well as I did that I picked up and got wasted after being clean for as long as I did just to spite my mom, and I sure don’t need you to tell me how stupid that was. Like I said yesterday, seeing a obvious sub like you just ripe for the picking woke me right up and got me back on track, more focused and self confident than ever!"

Realizing I needed to say something or this young Goddess would roll right over me with her regained enthusiasm and self-assured ego, I brought out my best therapeutic talking points as I explained that she might understand the basics but that there was still much to deal with in early recovery I could help her with, and thought I could counsel her effectively even as we continued secretly building a parallel Goddess/foot slave relationship at the same time. Her lilting laugh at my words confused me at first and I wasn’t sure how to interpret it, but as she began to speak everything became clear.

“Listen up Dwight, ...oh, you don’t mind me calling you by your first name do you?” Teria said as she started to speak. I took a deep breath to respond but before I could she continued speaking, and I realized that it wasn’t really a question and that she was completely in control of the conversation, knowing exactly what she wanted to say.

“In fact, I think I’d like you to change your name to Dwight the Doormat or Mister Doormat, but in the interests of discretion I’ll only use the initials in public, hee hee hee!” Teria said as her smile turned into a delighted giggle. I had no desire to be used as a doormat and quickly thought about how I could let her know I only wanted to serve as her foot slave and worship her bare feet, but without giving me a chance to respond she went on to say that as her slave property she would be making all the decisions about what went on between us.

“When I want your opinions or input I’ll let you know, got it Mr. Doormat?” Teria said to me in a suddenly serious voice as she stared right into my eyes as if to challenge me to resist, and my feeling of terror at losing the possibility of ever worshiping her fantastic feet again quickly filled me with the same fear I remembered feeling when I’d first come into recovery myself years ago, and the thought of never getting high again seemed so terrifying.
When I quickly assured Teria that I agreed she should be the one in charge, and that I only wanted to be allowed the privilege of tongue-bathing her pretty bare feet, I thought that would satisfy her. Instead, she leaned forward towards me and assertively announced that what I wanted only mattered if it happened to fit what HER desires for me were!

As she continued talking, Teria said she could easily see what my turn-on was, and chuckled as she went on to say “...but I need a servant to selflessly devote themself to my will in all things, and that’s the only way this connection will happen - you got that, Dwight?”
I thought Teria was giving me an ultimatum and my mind raced with thoughts of how much of my life and freedom I was willing to sacrifice, but this young Goddess amazed me with her conceit as she continued to state that she would use my foot fetish and desire for her feet to mold me like a piece of silly putty until I was the perfect slave for her every desire!

I was hoping we could talk more and I could use my professional skills to convince her that we both needed to feel turned on by the D/s activities we did together, but Teria suddenly sprang up from her chair and snapped her fingers as she pointed to the floor at her feet. Saying that she didn’t want to waste any more time, Teria commented that she wasn’t wearing any socks inside her boots and that her feet were getting pretty sweaty, then ordered me to lie down face up in front of her.

Hesitating for a moment as I glanced at her scuffed and dirty boots, I was about to offer to remove her boots first but thought better of it as I recalled her earlier comments and decided to just go along with her commands for now. In my mind I pictured Teria’s perfect petite feet sweaty with her natural body fragrance and how right it had felt to tongue-bathe them the day before, and my lust grew as I laid down on my back at her feet.

Trying to communicate wordlessly I stared up at Teria and silently pleaded for the command from her to remove her boots, instead she stepped up onto my chest with her full weight and giggled as she placed one of her blackened boot soles down onto my upturned face so that it rested lightly on the tip of my nose. “Lick ‘em clean, Mr. Doormat, and if I’m satisfied with the results you’ll be one ‘step’ closer to my bare footsies, ha ha ha!” she declared as she twisted her foot with a little pressure on my face as if she was putting out a cigarette.

Looking up I tried to make eye contact and plead with her silently again, but her boot sole blocked my vision of her face completely. Even though she couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds, my breath was getting labored from the pressure of her other foot planted on my stomach and I finally knew I had to go along with her order so I tentatively stuck out my tongue until it touched her grimy boot sole - yech!

“It’s gonna take quite a while to lick all the dirt off both my soles at that rate, Mr. Doormat, and I ain’t moving my other foot off-a your big belly until you eat it all, Dwight-ster!” Teria declared as she spoke down at me, and as the pain increased from the sharp edges of her chunky boot heel sunk deep into my stomach my hands went up from my sides to grasp her foot at the ankle to relieve some of the pain.

“Uh-uh Dwight, don’t you DARE put your hands on me without permission!” Teria said loudly, and I moved them back down to my sides quickly as I begged her to please be quieter. “Shut up and listen up, and listen good, fool!” Teria said angrily as she removed her boot sole from my face and slammed it down hard on my chest, right over my racing heart - ungh!

With her hands on her hips and her other boot heel still buried deep in my stomach, she shook her head in mocking disapproval as Teria stared down at my flustered face while she continued to balance her full weight on my breathless body, before she spoke again: “listen up, dimwit, I am giving you the chance of a lifetime to serve the most beautiful young, naturally dominant woman you’ll probably ever have the chance to, and you’re blowing it!”

My breaths were becoming more short and rapid as I felt myself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen, and I knew I would pass out soon if I didn’t get some relief so I prepared to beg for mercy. But before I could say anything Teria warned me again not to speak without her permission, then calmly let me know that I now had only two options left.

I normally don’t repeat myself, but in my generosity I will once again issue my command and give you another opportunity to both serve me and fulfill your role and purpose in life in relation to me by licking ALL the dirt off my boot soles and swallowing it - in effect worshiping the ground I have walked on. You will either do that to my complete satisfaction or pass out trying, those are the only two outcomes I will allow!”

My God, she was serious! I wasn’t into pain at all, but was so turned on by this young woman’s casual conveyance of seductive superiority that I resolved to do my utmost to meet her merciless mandate. I felt a mixture of relief and revulsion as Teria took her heavy boot off my chest and positioned it once more on my face, but with new resolve and determination I extended my tongue and began forcefully lapping the dirty sole in front of me.

My gagging sounds as pieces of mud and filth dropped from her sole into my mouth elicited girlish giggles from above me as I swallowed repeatedly to keep from throwing up, and as the spots in front of my eyes increased while the relentless pressure of her other boot sole buried in my gut slowly won the battle with my stomach muscles, I doubled my determination to do as good a job as possible for as long as I could maintain my consciousness. I felt my heart racing furiously as I sensed an approaching darkness clouding my vision, and I bared my teeth and used them to scrape furiously at a wad of filthy gum lodged between her boot sole and heel in a fading attempt to show my obedience as my consciousness faded and I passed out.

[macrina]

Fantastic part love the bootlicking part, thank you very much.

[faceseat4jeans]

I awoke to the painful experience of Teria standing over me as I lay on my office floor, her strong hand grasping my shirt front so forcefully that it was holding my upper body off the floor, as she used her other hand to smash my face with powerful alternating forehand and backhand slaps - SLAP! WHAP! SLAP! WHAP! SLAP! WHAP!:bugeyes:

Finally tiring of my torture, Teria released her hold on my shirt and I fell back down onto the floor, now fully (and painfully!) awake as she spoke down at me with anger: “some doormat you turned out to be, more like a defeated douchebag and dork!”

I was about to say something in my defense when the intercom started buzzing and Teria ordered me to “...answer it, you fool, and tell her we’re in extended session and not to be bothered.” When I hesitated a moment to regain my senses she gave me a menacing look that got me motivated quickly as I hurriedly picked up the receiver.

Abruptly telling my secretary to hold all my calls until I told her otherwise, I unplugged the phone and looked up at Teria with a smile hoping for her approval. Instead she slammed her boot sole hard into my chest, sending my upper body back down on the floor with a thud.

“Stay right there!” Teria ordered as she stepped over me and went over to my computer chair, sitting down before rolling herself over to me. Telling me in mocking tones that I’m obviously too much of a wimp to handle her weight while I use my tongue to clean her soles, she threatened me that I’d better start doing push ups or something to build up my stamina...”or else you’ll never cut it when I introduce you at my next party where you’re gonna serve as the official welcome mat for all my friends, sucker!”

The arrogant conceit and self-confidence Teria radiated as she sat back with her hands folded across her chest while she looked down at me, with a slight smile curling up the corners of her mouth, had me so turned on I eagerly performed my sole-licking doormat duty with enthusiasm.

This is just the kind of woman I’d always dreamed of, and though she was taking me to behaviors and activities that would have formerly repulsed me, I had submerged so deeply into “sub-space” as I willingly turned my will and my life to her that I felt totally on a special pink cloud of perfect bliss!

Time seemed to stand still as I continued debasing myself beneath this incredibly arousing young goddess, and when Teria re-connected and placed the phone on the floor next to me and told me I’d better cancel the rest of my appointments I obeyed eagerly. When she was finally satisfied that I’d cleaned her boot soles with my teeth and tired tongue to her satisfaction it was well past closing, but I felt only pride that I had pleased her with my servitude and actually relished the dirt and grime in my mouth. As she’d said earlier, it was from the precious ground she’d walked upon - what an honor!

I drove Teria to her apartment, and as she got out of the car she told me I had passed her “entrance exam” and was now on probation as her slave property. Explaining her ground rules, she announced that the only appropriate reply to any order she gave me from that point on would be “yes, Goddess Teria”, and if it was something I wasn’t "into" or was turned off by I should add a thank you to her for expanding my boundaries. What brazen conceit - I was truly in love!

Leaning down and putting her head into my car through the window, Teria said since I was only on probation she wouldn’t allow me to stay over, but reflected as if thinking out loud that she might have some need for slave service during the evening or night. “So, dipshit Dwight, I want you to sit in your car here all night so that I won’t have to wait too long if I need to summon you.”

For a moment I thought she was joking, but a glance into her eyes let me know she was very serious, and that hint of her amusement at my predicament communicated in the slight upward curl of her lips again captured my submissive soul as I swore to remain available for her every desire. She took my cell phone number and wrote me a note with hers along with her apartment number, and reached into her bag to come out with a small ziploc bag with some material inside.

“My dirty socks are in here,” Teria declared with a snicker as she stared right into my eyes, “they need a washing pretty bad but also could use a pre-soak - open up!” she finished as she pointed at my mouth. I opened my mouth obediently, but when she broke the ziploc seal on the bag I could smell the powerful aroma from where I sat and I swallowed hard in fear and anticipation.

With deliberate slowness, Teria stuffed her soiled socks into my mouth so that my tongue was trapped beneath them as my taste buds cried out in alarm at the terrible taste. When both my cheeks were bulging, she reached in and pulled out the toe of one of her smelly socks and rubbed it under my nose before leaving it dangling from my mouth.

“Now, you better hope you don’t have a nosy cop come over, because you are strictly forbidden to even touch those socks with your hands or remove them for ANY reason - got it, Gomer?” Teria said with a smile, which erupted into a loud laugh as she commented on how stupid I looked and encouraged me to look in the mirror to see for myself. I did, and I did!

That night I stayed awake the whole time, sitting in my car outside her building, and it seemed every time I started to doze off my cell phone rang with a new order. I ran up and down serving her every whim, from buying her cigarettes to lighting her cigarettes, to even offering my cupped hands to catch her ashes as her ashtray when it was too far for her to reach from where she was sitting.

My car was parked illegally outside her building, and I tipped her amused doorman heavily with an explaining note so I wouldn’t get a ticket and towed each time I ran upstairs to answer her call, and when in her last call of the evening she declared I had served her well enough that she was going to reward me by removing her socks and allowing me to kiss her feet gently under the covers while she slept I held my tongue but knew I’d get towed, and my car was indeed gone when I finally came out to get her breakfast in the morning.

I ended up having to pay a heavy fine to get my car back, and when I didn’t show up at work for a week because Teria insisted I needed intense training I was fired under suspicious circumstances that I knew would make it hard to get a referral or another job in that field. Turns out her mom had money and I moved in to the basement apartment in her building to be available as Teria’s slave 24/7.

Although I was just into worshiping feet, Teria was turned on by the whole power exchange concept of female domination and simultaneously put me on a strict diet and exercise program along with a re-education process that conditioned me to place her at the top of my priorities in all areas of my life.

It truly was a new way of life, as I lived what had heretofore been my self-serving masturbatory fantasies, for real! One of her favorite activities was trampling, and with my enhanced physical conditioning I was able to handle her weight easily. Now she would stand full weight on my stomach for hours while she did her weight training and other activities like talk to her boyfriends on the phone, sometimes in sharp pointed heels!

Face busting was another of her favorite pastimes, and as a trained black belt in martial arts she precisely placed kicks to my face that barely touched my nose or cheek, but would send me flying! Casually walking over to my prostrate body twitching from the pain, Teria would plant her sole on my neck and stand with her whole weight choking me as she demanded an apology for putting my face in the way of her foot. And I would sincerely try to croak out my amends as I gasped for air under her weight crushing my throat!

It may not sound like it, but it was the most fulfilling and exciting relationship of my life, and I knew I was deeply in love with this dominant young lady. I went on a raw food vegan diet and exercise program under Teria’s instruction that had me looking and feeling half my 50 years of age, and even though she had many other friends and lovers we both knew our secret D/s bond was unique and special.

Teria especially loved to stand on my chest in her bare feet for extended periods so that she could feel my heart beating under her soles, and often would move one of her feet to plant it on my neck to then shift her weight from one foot to the other to get my heart racing as she alternately crushed my heart or cut off my air supply.

It was when she was doing this once that I experienced my first attack of atrial fibrillations, or rapid heart beat. My heart was checked out medically and found to be very strong, and the doctor said I would have no problems as long as I didn’t put any heavy external pressure on my chest area by my heart. It disappointed both me and Teria but we accepted the limitation reluctantly. Then I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, with the prognosis given that I would soon begin a rapid decline in health and soon be bed-ridden for the remaining days of my life, which would not be many!

It was an easy decision for me, and when I discussed it with her Teria agreed it was for the best as well. Having made all the legal preparations and protections for her, we assumed our familiar places and I felt the soothing pressure of her sole pressing down on my neck with increasing force as she transferred her weight from her other sole on my chest.

“Say goodbye, Dwight,” she mocked affectionately from her position above me, knowing I couldn’t get a word out with my throat slowly being crushed under the mounting pressure of her sole. Then she exclaimed “oh, I can feel your tempo increasing, devoted servant of mine. Soon we’ll reach the point of no return, so I will allow you the rare exception of making a declarative statement to me: ...tell me slave, what is it you want me to do now? - it’s your choice, go on, tell me...”
Feeling Teria lift her foot crushing my throat so that I could speak, I didn’t have much strength left but knew exactly what I wanted to say:

“Please...tread on my heart!”

My...er, I mean THE END!

[macrina]

FANTASTIC thank you very much.

[Sauur]

Great story man! Sad to see it end now but still an excellent story. :)

[spitonme]

That's how I want to go.

Excellent story. Thank you