gti
01-18-2003, 5:12 AM
I lay there fastened on my back to the floor, my head swimming with the enormity of what was happening. This was my lifelong fantasy and it was very much harder to bear than I could ever have imagined: There are always people to warn you about offering total submission to another person, about how much more difficult the pain will be in real life. And there are always people like me who ignore those warnings. It was a little difficult to raise my head from the position in which Antoinette had secured my body, but with a little struggle I was able to examine my chest and stomach - they were covered with her footprints. I expected to see the dark markings from her heels still visibly depressed on my skin but I was surprised to find the outlines of her shoe soles still very much in evidence. Although in beautiful shape, Antoinette is very tall and powerfully built - she is a heavy woman and while she trampled me she twisted and pressed her feet into my body, bouncing on my tortured flesh and smiling at the sound of air being forced from my lungs. The heels were nothing short of torture. I had made it clear that bare feet were my thing but in retrospect I probably placed more emphasis on my need to put myself at her mercy. Like many men, I grew up with a rose tinted view of little girls made of sugar and spice, but now I begin to learn of those little girls who grew into women with tastes as spiky as their shoes. So she had decided to leave me to my thoughts while she took coffee and had - in one calculated and deliberate movement - stepped on my upturned face and walked from the room.
My heart surged with fear and anticipation as I heard two women clattering down the wooden stairs. Nothing had been said about anyone else being present and a thousand possibilities raced in one instant through my mind. I heard voices: "So how is my little victim" laughed the familiar voice of my tormentress. "I would so like you to meet a very dear friend of mine. Maria, this is carpet. Why don't you warm him up a little while I set up something fun to torture him with."
Real fear was starting to creep over me in my vulnerable state. Antoinette's tone had changed slightly: She had so far been light and pleasant with her manner and now she was starting to use words like "torture" and the thought of some sort of device being employed on me was a disquieting one. I heard Maria's footsteps faintly on the carpet as she walked towards me, and then the hard sound as she trod on the wooden floor to which I was tied. And then I saw her and my fear somehow seemed less important. Maria was beautiful - not as tall as Antoinette and of slim but shapely build she had long straw blonde hair and and adorable face. She didn't smile at me like Antoinette does, instead she looked me in the eye, studying me almost like an object. She was wearing knee high boots with square heels about two inches across and of a similar height. And then in a moment she had launched herself high into the air and landed very heavily on my stomach. My breath left me and I could barely utter a sound; my diaphragm seemed to have lost all ability to draw more air into my lungs and she just stood there on the spot where she had landed. My body was already very sore from the punishment meted out by Antoinette earlier and my stomach muscles were weakened by her prolonged trampling. The fresh onslaught by Maria had pushed me to limits I had never previously imagined that I could endure. As I began to draw tiny draughts of precious air into my lungs I became aware of the pain caused by the sharp edges of Maria's heels as they were pressed deep into me by her weight. She waited until my breathing became more controlled and then she began to walk around on my torso. She used nothing to steady herself so as she stepped upon my increasingly resilient body she was continually moving and correcting her balance. When Antoinette had trampled me she seemed to make it into an art form: Every step had been calculated to cause pain and yet not to cause any lasting damage. However, Maria wore boots which seemed less likely to puncture my tortured skin and she seemed to be stepping on me with no more concern than she would step on a real carpet. Her footsteps crushed, pinched twisted and occasionally stamped as she regained her balance and I was aware that my face must have appeared continually screwed up in pain.
"I think that we are ready to push his limits a little" called Antoinette's smoldering voice from the other side of the room. Maria stood on my hips and gave me a cruel jab with the toe of her boot in my solar plexus. If I hadn't been tied to the floor I would surely have doubled up but I had no such luxury afforded to me. She stepped up onto my chest and I felt more helpless than I have ever known before or since. Secured as I was, escape was impossible of course, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't breath: Her kick had robbed me of any chance of that, and now as she stood on my straining chest she felt unbelievably heavy. She was the only thing in the world right now, she filled my vision and my consciousness and she overwhelmed my feelings with her physical power over me. I realized that despite the fear and the pain, I would not have exchanged this moment for anything else; I looked through watering eyes at her exquisite beauty and I knew that I would try to endure anything for her. One foot lifted from my chest and the other pressed painfully into me, the heel cruel against one of my ribs. My vision was filled with the well worn sole of her boot and I heard her say "Kiss" And I did so with passion.
Maria had stepped of my bruised body and I lay there waiting for the next punishment. There was a rumbling sound coming towards me and what I saw next perplexed me. Antoinette had mentioned a "barrel" but no further explanations had taken place. The barrel was just that: A wooden barrel open at top and bottom. It was on castors and the rumbling was caused by Antoinette pushing it across the room towards me. In one deft movement the castors on one side had been locked to brackets on the floor and the barrel was swung vertically over my body and snapped positively into something on the other side of me. Antoinette and Maria seemed only to have eyes for each other as they tried out their new toy. Tentatively Antoinette pushed on the device and it slid freely over my body and covered my head so that I could see inside it. She slid it back down so that it was positioned over my body. "I think you know what we are both going to use this for" said Antoinette teasingly. "It was inspired by a wine press but I think we can use it to help you find new hard limits...."
...to be continued....
My heart surged with fear and anticipation as I heard two women clattering down the wooden stairs. Nothing had been said about anyone else being present and a thousand possibilities raced in one instant through my mind. I heard voices: "So how is my little victim" laughed the familiar voice of my tormentress. "I would so like you to meet a very dear friend of mine. Maria, this is carpet. Why don't you warm him up a little while I set up something fun to torture him with."
Real fear was starting to creep over me in my vulnerable state. Antoinette's tone had changed slightly: She had so far been light and pleasant with her manner and now she was starting to use words like "torture" and the thought of some sort of device being employed on me was a disquieting one. I heard Maria's footsteps faintly on the carpet as she walked towards me, and then the hard sound as she trod on the wooden floor to which I was tied. And then I saw her and my fear somehow seemed less important. Maria was beautiful - not as tall as Antoinette and of slim but shapely build she had long straw blonde hair and and adorable face. She didn't smile at me like Antoinette does, instead she looked me in the eye, studying me almost like an object. She was wearing knee high boots with square heels about two inches across and of a similar height. And then in a moment she had launched herself high into the air and landed very heavily on my stomach. My breath left me and I could barely utter a sound; my diaphragm seemed to have lost all ability to draw more air into my lungs and she just stood there on the spot where she had landed. My body was already very sore from the punishment meted out by Antoinette earlier and my stomach muscles were weakened by her prolonged trampling. The fresh onslaught by Maria had pushed me to limits I had never previously imagined that I could endure. As I began to draw tiny draughts of precious air into my lungs I became aware of the pain caused by the sharp edges of Maria's heels as they were pressed deep into me by her weight. She waited until my breathing became more controlled and then she began to walk around on my torso. She used nothing to steady herself so as she stepped upon my increasingly resilient body she was continually moving and correcting her balance. When Antoinette had trampled me she seemed to make it into an art form: Every step had been calculated to cause pain and yet not to cause any lasting damage. However, Maria wore boots which seemed less likely to puncture my tortured skin and she seemed to be stepping on me with no more concern than she would step on a real carpet. Her footsteps crushed, pinched twisted and occasionally stamped as she regained her balance and I was aware that my face must have appeared continually screwed up in pain.
"I think that we are ready to push his limits a little" called Antoinette's smoldering voice from the other side of the room. Maria stood on my hips and gave me a cruel jab with the toe of her boot in my solar plexus. If I hadn't been tied to the floor I would surely have doubled up but I had no such luxury afforded to me. She stepped up onto my chest and I felt more helpless than I have ever known before or since. Secured as I was, escape was impossible of course, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't breath: Her kick had robbed me of any chance of that, and now as she stood on my straining chest she felt unbelievably heavy. She was the only thing in the world right now, she filled my vision and my consciousness and she overwhelmed my feelings with her physical power over me. I realized that despite the fear and the pain, I would not have exchanged this moment for anything else; I looked through watering eyes at her exquisite beauty and I knew that I would try to endure anything for her. One foot lifted from my chest and the other pressed painfully into me, the heel cruel against one of my ribs. My vision was filled with the well worn sole of her boot and I heard her say "Kiss" And I did so with passion.
Maria had stepped of my bruised body and I lay there waiting for the next punishment. There was a rumbling sound coming towards me and what I saw next perplexed me. Antoinette had mentioned a "barrel" but no further explanations had taken place. The barrel was just that: A wooden barrel open at top and bottom. It was on castors and the rumbling was caused by Antoinette pushing it across the room towards me. In one deft movement the castors on one side had been locked to brackets on the floor and the barrel was swung vertically over my body and snapped positively into something on the other side of me. Antoinette and Maria seemed only to have eyes for each other as they tried out their new toy. Tentatively Antoinette pushed on the device and it slid freely over my body and covered my head so that I could see inside it. She slid it back down so that it was positioned over my body. "I think you know what we are both going to use this for" said Antoinette teasingly. "It was inspired by a wine press but I think we can use it to help you find new hard limits...."
...to be continued....