Laf
07-08-2011, 5:03 PM
Mistress Wendy was cleaning her closet and told me that she will get rid of some of her shoes and a proper send off will be in order. "I will trample you next Monday with each one of them to make sure of my choices!" she said.
The whole week I was anxious, barely slept and was looking forward to that session. That morning she had ten pairs of shoes lined up by the tub and two heavy bar stools next to the counter. She came out of the closet wearing white fishnet stockings, a plaid mini, a black bra and a white shirt. She looked like Britney Spear ready to do it one more time! She was hot and so beautiful, taking my breath away. I am a lucky slave to have her in my life.
A few minutes later, I was on the ground wrapped up with Saran wrap and a layer of bubble wrap looking like a giant burrito. She pulled the first heavy stool over my head and the other one over my leg. She used those with the counter for balance. With everything in place she stepped up barefoot on my chest, bent over and stuffed my mouth with one of her underwear. She attached her ipod nano to her shirt, put the headphones on and started the music. I was bound, gagged while she was listening to music... the only way that I could communicate with her was a one button remote in my hand that when pressed activates a vibrating device that she kept in her pocket. She took a few sips of her drink while shaking her butt to the beat.
She stepped of my chest and slid into white beach sandals (Nike, I think) that have a soft flat cushioned sole. She stepped back onto my chest and continued her dancing using my belly and chest as her dance floor with the occasional step between my legs. At one point she was facing me with both feet on my chest and did a 10 seconds jog while holding to the stool. Then, she stepped down my body to go grab the next pair of shoes.
She sat on a small chair and used me as a footstool to put on the pink and silvery sandals with three inch heel that are half inch wide. Not really sharp, but not chubby either.
After pushing the chair out of the way, she climbed back on my chest facing my feet. Taking a few steps on the same spot she progressively increased the intensity, lifting her feet higher to reach the stomping level. She changed position to face the counter to sip on her drink while slowly shifting her weight from the shoe on my chest to the one on my belly. After putting her cup down she turned around and stomped a few times violently sinking her shoes into my belly. She stepped off and grabbed the next pair. The laced up cork wedge sandals provided me with a little breather after that stomp! Even the little bouncing on my chest was pleasure and enjoyed the view of her legs and nicest butt covered by those white panties. After she walked on my chest and belly she stepped off to go get the next shoes, it was a really short break!
The gold open toe pump had three inch heels with sharp edges since they have been worn only a few times. She climbed on top of me very causally, right foot on belly and left next on my chest. She turned backward bringing her right foot also on my chest; she was now facing my feet with both heels planted on my pectoral muscles. She took a few steps on that spot before lifting her left foot up and then started twisting her hips from left to right. With all her weight on the right leg, that twist was transmitted to her shoe stretching my muscle and skin to follow her shoe's movements. She then repeated this with the other feet. She brought down her left foot and stood on her toes and of course added some twisting! My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she shifted her weight backward and stood on her heels lifting the sole up in the air. The four quick left right twists instantly sent unbelievable sensations to my brain. I wish I could freeze this instant into a slow motion hd 3d snapshots. After a few stomping steps, she moved to my belly with her back to the counter and shook her hips to the beat of the music shifting her weight side to side. Since she had only lateral support to hold on, the heels were sinking deep and painfully at times. After a few additional steps on my chest she stepped of me going backward. I was so wrong to assume that she was done with the golden shoes. She started a "step class" using me as the step. The fifteen reps of heels landing on ribs or belly sinking were followed by some bunny hopping mainly on my belly. She walked on the spot sinking her heels deep into me before going back to the floor. With her back to me she stopped, paused and climbed back onto me taking a step backward. She did a short interpretation of "She's a maniac" from “Flashdance” on top of me in heels before going for the next change.
While she pulled the small chair to put on the red sandals my mind started to try to remember how many are left, which ones and will I be able to make it to the end and be a good slave deserving of such beautiful Mistress. The red sandals had a chunkier heel and had tiny straps hard to attach. She strolled on my chest, belly and added a few steps between my legs before pausing for a few sips of her rum and diet coke while having both feet sinking in my belly. Some cold water drops hit my cocoon sending little relief to the increasing body heat. Those shoes were unstable and slippery and seemed uncomfortable. After that refreshing pause she came to a halt standing on my chest ounce again but facing me this time. She shifted her weight back lifting the toes up, for a short moment applying all that pressure standing only on her heels that were on my ribs and then she stepped off.
When I saw the next pick my heart started to beat faster, those black stiletto pumps with two inch ankle straps and pointed toes are just something to not mess with. Sharp and mile high, those shoes were the perfect weapon for inflicting pain. She sat down to put them on and to tied the straps. The level of pain in my side used to help support only her leg was an alarming sign of what was coming up next, I started biting harder on the panties in my mouth.
After pushing the chair out of the way she put her left foot on my chest and was about to step up but noticed that the strap came loose. She bent down to fix it pushing the sharp heel in my flesh right next to my nipple. With no repositioning whatsoever, all her weight transferred to that foot to allow the other one to come on board. She walked around gently without putting much weight on those killer heels. She progressively increased the tempo with each step. She came to a position where she had both heels planted on my right pectoral, she was facing the counter and with each step was testing how deep those heels were sinking and was analyzing my grimaces. Then she continued the same process but on my belly. She moved back to my chest but now facing my feet, exposing her heels right in front of my nose. She raised her right foot and cranked her ankle, lifting her toe higher and brought her heel down, pushed her heel in my skin and brought down the front part of her shoe. Was it a tease of full heels stand? I don't even know if my body could take heels so sharp. She repeated this twice alternating foot before returning to my belly. She stomped harder standing more straight up, putting more weight on the heels. She continue this stomp but not on my chest facing my feet and came to a stop. The toe portion of her right shoe came off my body and she so slowly started doing the same with the other shoe and stood on the sharp heels with all her weight. I could not believe my eyes that those would not just sink like knives in my chest. The pain was so exhilarating and strong high level never reached by me before. She followed this by pressing her right heel in my chest, ditto with the left and some jogging on my belly.
I survived the sharpest heel of the selection but was getting really hot and thirsty wondering not only how much more I could take but also how much longer. She sat and used my side for support while removing her shoes. She pulled the green sandals with thin ankle straps to trample me next. Those had three inch heels and about half inch wide at the base.
Without hesitation, she climbed on top of me and was back on my chest facing my feet. After a few steps on that same spot, brought both feet together and quickly shifted her weight from toes to heels back to the toes five times. Seven jumps "bunny hopping" style with about six inches elevation. At that point I was fighting for every breath I could muster. The next two minutes included a sipping pause, some dancing & strolling, high stepping stomps and two belly jumps. Back on top of my chest facing my feet ounce again she came to a stop, raised her right foot off my body and poked and grinded her heel in my nipple. Alternating side, she repeated the same move increasing the trust with each turn. The next move is a high note of the session, with her right heel already digging in my right nipple; she mirrored that position with her other feet. While standing only on her heels she did some fancy footwork sending both feet outward then inward. Those four painful twists sent flashes to my head. A few quick stomps preceded the next shoe changing ritual.
The four inch ankle boots were up next. She started with another "aerobic step class" sequence and some more twisting on my chest, standing on her toes this time. At that point I am melting inside that plastic bondage and running out of juice.
She then stepped down to go grab the sharp low white heels sandals. She targeted my belly with the short heels, with each step, letting them sink and completely disappear like a Vegas magician. She took a few steps between my legs, on my chest and four or five jogging steps before stepping down and pulling her chair next to me for putting on the last pair. The red sandals had sky high heels with narrow square ends.
She climbed right up on my belly and after a few steps she decided to put an end to this session! The next step landed between my leg and the heel poke a hole going thru both the saran wrap and bubble wrap like a knife thru butter. Brought her other feet alongside the other and raised the heel high enough to get it out of the newly created hole but brought it down in the same exact spot, the heel disappearing again. The following twenty seconds was a series of quick mini steps with some hitting the open path administering maximum damages which made me explode and beg for mercy by pressing the button of the remote in my hand. After one or two extra steps and a devilish twist she stepped off and looked down at her dandy work: All those little circles and some bruises already showing!
That was the best "au revoir" those shoes could get.
Thank you so very much Mistress Wendy, I adore you and so appreciative of all you do.
The whole week I was anxious, barely slept and was looking forward to that session. That morning she had ten pairs of shoes lined up by the tub and two heavy bar stools next to the counter. She came out of the closet wearing white fishnet stockings, a plaid mini, a black bra and a white shirt. She looked like Britney Spear ready to do it one more time! She was hot and so beautiful, taking my breath away. I am a lucky slave to have her in my life.
A few minutes later, I was on the ground wrapped up with Saran wrap and a layer of bubble wrap looking like a giant burrito. She pulled the first heavy stool over my head and the other one over my leg. She used those with the counter for balance. With everything in place she stepped up barefoot on my chest, bent over and stuffed my mouth with one of her underwear. She attached her ipod nano to her shirt, put the headphones on and started the music. I was bound, gagged while she was listening to music... the only way that I could communicate with her was a one button remote in my hand that when pressed activates a vibrating device that she kept in her pocket. She took a few sips of her drink while shaking her butt to the beat.
She stepped of my chest and slid into white beach sandals (Nike, I think) that have a soft flat cushioned sole. She stepped back onto my chest and continued her dancing using my belly and chest as her dance floor with the occasional step between my legs. At one point she was facing me with both feet on my chest and did a 10 seconds jog while holding to the stool. Then, she stepped down my body to go grab the next pair of shoes.
She sat on a small chair and used me as a footstool to put on the pink and silvery sandals with three inch heel that are half inch wide. Not really sharp, but not chubby either.
After pushing the chair out of the way, she climbed back on my chest facing my feet. Taking a few steps on the same spot she progressively increased the intensity, lifting her feet higher to reach the stomping level. She changed position to face the counter to sip on her drink while slowly shifting her weight from the shoe on my chest to the one on my belly. After putting her cup down she turned around and stomped a few times violently sinking her shoes into my belly. She stepped off and grabbed the next pair. The laced up cork wedge sandals provided me with a little breather after that stomp! Even the little bouncing on my chest was pleasure and enjoyed the view of her legs and nicest butt covered by those white panties. After she walked on my chest and belly she stepped off to go get the next shoes, it was a really short break!
The gold open toe pump had three inch heels with sharp edges since they have been worn only a few times. She climbed on top of me very causally, right foot on belly and left next on my chest. She turned backward bringing her right foot also on my chest; she was now facing my feet with both heels planted on my pectoral muscles. She took a few steps on that spot before lifting her left foot up and then started twisting her hips from left to right. With all her weight on the right leg, that twist was transmitted to her shoe stretching my muscle and skin to follow her shoe's movements. She then repeated this with the other feet. She brought down her left foot and stood on her toes and of course added some twisting! My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she shifted her weight backward and stood on her heels lifting the sole up in the air. The four quick left right twists instantly sent unbelievable sensations to my brain. I wish I could freeze this instant into a slow motion hd 3d snapshots. After a few stomping steps, she moved to my belly with her back to the counter and shook her hips to the beat of the music shifting her weight side to side. Since she had only lateral support to hold on, the heels were sinking deep and painfully at times. After a few additional steps on my chest she stepped of me going backward. I was so wrong to assume that she was done with the golden shoes. She started a "step class" using me as the step. The fifteen reps of heels landing on ribs or belly sinking were followed by some bunny hopping mainly on my belly. She walked on the spot sinking her heels deep into me before going back to the floor. With her back to me she stopped, paused and climbed back onto me taking a step backward. She did a short interpretation of "She's a maniac" from “Flashdance” on top of me in heels before going for the next change.
While she pulled the small chair to put on the red sandals my mind started to try to remember how many are left, which ones and will I be able to make it to the end and be a good slave deserving of such beautiful Mistress. The red sandals had a chunkier heel and had tiny straps hard to attach. She strolled on my chest, belly and added a few steps between my legs before pausing for a few sips of her rum and diet coke while having both feet sinking in my belly. Some cold water drops hit my cocoon sending little relief to the increasing body heat. Those shoes were unstable and slippery and seemed uncomfortable. After that refreshing pause she came to a halt standing on my chest ounce again but facing me this time. She shifted her weight back lifting the toes up, for a short moment applying all that pressure standing only on her heels that were on my ribs and then she stepped off.
When I saw the next pick my heart started to beat faster, those black stiletto pumps with two inch ankle straps and pointed toes are just something to not mess with. Sharp and mile high, those shoes were the perfect weapon for inflicting pain. She sat down to put them on and to tied the straps. The level of pain in my side used to help support only her leg was an alarming sign of what was coming up next, I started biting harder on the panties in my mouth.
After pushing the chair out of the way she put her left foot on my chest and was about to step up but noticed that the strap came loose. She bent down to fix it pushing the sharp heel in my flesh right next to my nipple. With no repositioning whatsoever, all her weight transferred to that foot to allow the other one to come on board. She walked around gently without putting much weight on those killer heels. She progressively increased the tempo with each step. She came to a position where she had both heels planted on my right pectoral, she was facing the counter and with each step was testing how deep those heels were sinking and was analyzing my grimaces. Then she continued the same process but on my belly. She moved back to my chest but now facing my feet, exposing her heels right in front of my nose. She raised her right foot and cranked her ankle, lifting her toe higher and brought her heel down, pushed her heel in my skin and brought down the front part of her shoe. Was it a tease of full heels stand? I don't even know if my body could take heels so sharp. She repeated this twice alternating foot before returning to my belly. She stomped harder standing more straight up, putting more weight on the heels. She continue this stomp but not on my chest facing my feet and came to a stop. The toe portion of her right shoe came off my body and she so slowly started doing the same with the other shoe and stood on the sharp heels with all her weight. I could not believe my eyes that those would not just sink like knives in my chest. The pain was so exhilarating and strong high level never reached by me before. She followed this by pressing her right heel in my chest, ditto with the left and some jogging on my belly.
I survived the sharpest heel of the selection but was getting really hot and thirsty wondering not only how much more I could take but also how much longer. She sat and used my side for support while removing her shoes. She pulled the green sandals with thin ankle straps to trample me next. Those had three inch heels and about half inch wide at the base.
Without hesitation, she climbed on top of me and was back on my chest facing my feet. After a few steps on that same spot, brought both feet together and quickly shifted her weight from toes to heels back to the toes five times. Seven jumps "bunny hopping" style with about six inches elevation. At that point I was fighting for every breath I could muster. The next two minutes included a sipping pause, some dancing & strolling, high stepping stomps and two belly jumps. Back on top of my chest facing my feet ounce again she came to a stop, raised her right foot off my body and poked and grinded her heel in my nipple. Alternating side, she repeated the same move increasing the trust with each turn. The next move is a high note of the session, with her right heel already digging in my right nipple; she mirrored that position with her other feet. While standing only on her heels she did some fancy footwork sending both feet outward then inward. Those four painful twists sent flashes to my head. A few quick stomps preceded the next shoe changing ritual.
The four inch ankle boots were up next. She started with another "aerobic step class" sequence and some more twisting on my chest, standing on her toes this time. At that point I am melting inside that plastic bondage and running out of juice.
She then stepped down to go grab the sharp low white heels sandals. She targeted my belly with the short heels, with each step, letting them sink and completely disappear like a Vegas magician. She took a few steps between my legs, on my chest and four or five jogging steps before stepping down and pulling her chair next to me for putting on the last pair. The red sandals had sky high heels with narrow square ends.
She climbed right up on my belly and after a few steps she decided to put an end to this session! The next step landed between my leg and the heel poke a hole going thru both the saran wrap and bubble wrap like a knife thru butter. Brought her other feet alongside the other and raised the heel high enough to get it out of the newly created hole but brought it down in the same exact spot, the heel disappearing again. The following twenty seconds was a series of quick mini steps with some hitting the open path administering maximum damages which made me explode and beg for mercy by pressing the button of the remote in my hand. After one or two extra steps and a devilish twist she stepped off and looked down at her dandy work: All those little circles and some bruises already showing!
That was the best "au revoir" those shoes could get.
Thank you so very much Mistress Wendy, I adore you and so appreciative of all you do.