lchr
02-23-2008, 9:29 PM
Here's a story posted on my site:
http://www.femdom-library.com/
Her cleats stomped down on his hand. He screamed, something cracked. She twisted her cleats on his hand, grinding it into the muddy field. A different pair of soccer cleats jumped onto his chest. He could feel each stud digging into his ribs and chest. There were Six studs on each mud-caked shoe, for a total of 12 metal tipped studs digging into his ribs and chest. His previously white t-shirt was becomming not so white as she marched in his chest, ribs, and stomach, grinding, stomping, wiping, and twisting her cruel muddy cleats on his shirt. Suddenly she stopped, balanced on one leg. She stood on her tip toes so that all her weight was concentrated on the 4 studs at the toe of her cleat. He grabbed her ankle to try to relieve some of the pressure, but immediately one of the other girls standing over him kicked his hand away and pinned it to the grass with her cleat. The girl standing on his chest rested her cleat on his face.
"Lick," She commanded.
She began rubbing her muddy cleat on his face, twisting the studs into his mouth, and using his nose to scrape out the mud stuck between the studs. He closed his eyes and his mouth to try and keep out the clumps of mud and grass. Suddenly all her weight was on his face, concentrated on those six round, evil metal tipped studs. She kicked him in the balls with her other foot, and then stood back on his chest, holding her cleat above his face.
"You weren't licking."
He slowly opened his eyes and noticed how extremely muddy her the bottom of her soccer shoes were. They were covered in mud, with blades of grass packed in to the mud. The girl standing on his hand twisted her cleat into the palm of his hand, and then lifted it up to stomp on his hand again. He had been anticipating this. Taking advantage of the girl standing on him being slightly off balance because she was holding one foot above his face, he bucked his hips, throwing her off. Rolling over and standing up, he started to run away.
http://www.femdom-library.com/
Her cleats stomped down on his hand. He screamed, something cracked. She twisted her cleats on his hand, grinding it into the muddy field. A different pair of soccer cleats jumped onto his chest. He could feel each stud digging into his ribs and chest. There were Six studs on each mud-caked shoe, for a total of 12 metal tipped studs digging into his ribs and chest. His previously white t-shirt was becomming not so white as she marched in his chest, ribs, and stomach, grinding, stomping, wiping, and twisting her cruel muddy cleats on his shirt. Suddenly she stopped, balanced on one leg. She stood on her tip toes so that all her weight was concentrated on the 4 studs at the toe of her cleat. He grabbed her ankle to try to relieve some of the pressure, but immediately one of the other girls standing over him kicked his hand away and pinned it to the grass with her cleat. The girl standing on his chest rested her cleat on his face.
"Lick," She commanded.
She began rubbing her muddy cleat on his face, twisting the studs into his mouth, and using his nose to scrape out the mud stuck between the studs. He closed his eyes and his mouth to try and keep out the clumps of mud and grass. Suddenly all her weight was on his face, concentrated on those six round, evil metal tipped studs. She kicked him in the balls with her other foot, and then stood back on his chest, holding her cleat above his face.
"You weren't licking."
He slowly opened his eyes and noticed how extremely muddy her the bottom of her soccer shoes were. They were covered in mud, with blades of grass packed in to the mud. The girl standing on his hand twisted her cleat into the palm of his hand, and then lifted it up to stomp on his hand again. He had been anticipating this. Taking advantage of the girl standing on him being slightly off balance because she was holding one foot above his face, he bucked his hips, throwing her off. Rolling over and standing up, he started to run away.