The night that destroyed me...........

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The following is a true story I have illustrated with real photos of the actual model’s feet from that night. I have also attached some web photos for your pleasure to help depict my experience. Is it a nightmare or a dream come true you decide.

I met Trey while shopping at the store one day and I heard her black flip flops slapping the soles of her feet as she walk past me from behind. My eyes locked onto her massive size 12s, her soles were filthy. I walked over to her and asked if she was a good cook and she laughed and seemed shocked that I was even giving her the time of day. When I told her about my restaurant quality cooking she told me she’d have to be the judge of that. She caught me looking at her feet a couple of times and asked me if I liked her nail polish to which I positively replied. We exchanged information and a phone friendship developed. During one conversation I told her about by foot fetish and asked if she would model for me. She agreed and invited me over for dinner. When I came over I found her barefoot in the kitchen and I was pretty much sprung. I asked her if she minded posing for a couple of pics while she was cooking and the adventure began. The soles of her feet were filthy……. like her house J but that was ok with me. As she kneeled on a chair and posed I began touching her calloused soles. When she asked if they smelled I immediately grinded my face into them. She laughed and pushed my face back with the sole of her left foot and needless to say, I was in heaven. When I did it again she wrinkled her soles and said I could have them later for desert. Let me just tell you this couldn’t have worked out any better. I pretty much stayed on the kitchen floor as she cooked. The entire time she would shift her weight to one foot and push the sole of her other back toward me. I grabbed a couple of shots and then began massaging them. She loved it and to my surprise her foot intentionally rubbed the front of my rock hard pants. One thing led to another and soon her toes began to work their way down my cock and around the boys. When she asked me if I liked that , I about shot a load .

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After dinner I got to hear all about her abusive ex-husband and time spent in and out of mental institutions for violent tendencies as a result (hmmmmmm, I should have called it a night at that point). Instead of it becoming a buzz kill , I told her I’m actually the one who likes being abused. Her eyes widened and the conversation turned to my trampling fetish. Selfishly I wanted to take her hatred of the ex and use it to fuel an intense trampling session with her. It worked and things got real interesting from there. She seemed like a sweet innocent person but I soon found out aside from sex (which I definitely wasn’t looking for from her) she was down for anything . I’m going to give you a detailed account of what happened next. As I laid on the ground she stepped up on my chest and aside from the loud cracking and popping, air was immediately crushed from my lungs. The feeling was incredible. My heart raced as she began walking on my torso and collapsing my ribs to what felt like their breaking point. She couldn’t believe the pleasure I was getting from this and took direction like an all star. While on my chest, she stomped repeatedly then stood on her toes and turned around . I lifted my head up and began kissing her dry heels and soles as the toes and balls of her feet dug into my chest. The pain was incredible but totally worth it. Dirt and bits of debris covered my tongue as I licked her filthy soles. She walked down my chest and sunk into my stomach. When I asked her to stand on her toes, I felt her weight shift to the left as the toes pointed on her right foot like a ballerina. As weight shifted to the right her toes and wrinkled sole disappeared up to her heel into my stomach. The left foot quickly followed and I let out a pretty substantial groan. Most would have jumped off, but not Trey. It felt as though she had penetrated my abdomen and was standing on my spine. I lifted my head off the floor and as she remained in this position. I cupped her heels with my hands and began rubbing her arches with my thumbs. I went numb at one point and I think I blacked out for a split second because she changed positions after looking back at me with a smile. I kinda thought to myself… man this chick is crazy. And crazy really wasn’t even close to the word.

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She walked back up my chest and almost took over from there. Her right foot probed my face and her toes gripped onto my nose. I can’t even describe the wonderfully horrible smell. It felt like it was being ripped from my face as her toes moved down, probed through my lips, and she drove them into my mouth. She pushed her wide foot into my mouth and I swear her toes hit the back of throat as I gagged violently and had to manually remove her foot from my mouth. Now these all should have been warning signs as she began laughing but during the heat of this incredible moment, and considering myself to be pretty hardcore, I wanted to be pushed to the limits. As she rubbed her sole across my face I told her she could face stand on me. No sooner did I get those words out, her right heel came down on my chin, arch and sole crushed my nose flat, and toes gripped the top of my forehead. As she shifted her weight to that foot she placed her left foot on top of the right. Her wide sole completely covered my mouth and nose and caused me to briefly panic. I was able to violently suck air in and out through the corner of my mouth. The pain was more intense than I had ever experienced and I again let out a sizable groan.. Blood trickled out of my nose and down the side of my face into my ear. She turned her left foot and stepped back right on my neck for a moment. Now this is a 200lb. plus gal and I shouldn’t have but I gave her the thumbs up but I did. Trey said “REally!!……on your neck!! Jesus!! When she shifted her weight back to that left foot I immediately saw stars. Already oxygen starved from the face stand, I began to black out pretty quick. Again I began to panic as gasps of air through my throat made a squeaking noise I had never experienced. Now you would think hearing this and feeling me tapping on her leg would have prompted her to step off, but this wasn’t the case. I was almost out when I reached up and grabbed her unshaven leg in attempt to knock her off balance. Unable to shift her weight, here’s where I really freaked out. Trey says, “I ain’t goin anywhere footboy, lets see where this takes us” and that’s all I remember. I woke up to her wiping off the blood on my face with a wet cloth as she sat next to me on the ground. My ears were muffled but I heard her ask me “What now?” I just laid there for a second but before I could respond she said “times up” and stepped back onto my chest. I was speechless at first but muttered that she could have killed me. I couldn’t have gotten up right then even if I wanted to. She crushed my torso walking in place for a little while then stepped right onto my rock solid manhood. She grinned from ear to ear and said “I must be doing something right here”. She began dragging the sole of her foot back and forth on my cock like she was trying to scrape off something she stepped in.

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My cock began to throb and was sticking out the top of my pants as her right foot continued to attack. Most of her weight was on her left foot which was pointed and again dug into my stomach. Her right foot probed between my cock and the pants I was wearing. I reached down, unbuttoned them and she was in. Getting very comfortable with my pain tolerance her toes grabbed and ripped at my pubic hair then my sack. As I held onto the heel of her left foot buried in my stomach, I watched in tremendous pain as her toes repeatedly dug in and stretched my balls upward. Just when the pain was unbearable my meat shuttered to cough out what I thought was going to be a tremendous load. Trey shifted her weight completely onto my package and dug her toes into my balls. The twitching ceased under her weight and nothing came out. I didn’t mean to but I blurted out “What the Fuck”. She stepped back ward and planted the heel of her right foot onto my nose and shifted her weight back crushing it and my lips flat. “No profanity in my house Mr.” she said with a chuckle. I was looking up the back of her calf and under her weight I could feel my teeth tearing into the inside of my lips along with my nose popping a couple of times before blood was running down the side of my face again. Her left foot made its way onto my neck as her right foot draped across my face covering my mouth and pushed against my nostrils. “Lets try it again” as she look down at me and our eyes locked “stay with me this time” she said as my hands instinctively reached up to my neck and briefly touched her left foot. She responded by shifting her weight onto my neck then grinding the heel of her right foot (like she was putting out a cigarette) into my nose. Tears streamed out of the corners of my eyes and my mouth opened to let out a scream of pain but only a muffled, gurgled sound came out.

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Trey continued to grind at my nose which was now just a bloody mess. Her foot came to rest between my eyes and mouth crushing my nose flat. Her large foot felt like it was touching both my ears. I tried to tense my neck to support the weight but it was useless. While firmly planted on my neck she methodically moved her right foot on top of her left, pushed her toes in my mouth, then stepped back on my nose. My ears muffled again when Trey said “I can tell now your almost gone”. She began to grind her left foot in a gentle yet effective twisting motion and my arms and legs twitched uncontrollably. I remember my torso lifting up and hearing a loud popping sound and I was out. I woke up to her sitting on my stomach slapping my face with the soles of her feet. She grabbed my hands as I tried to lift them to my face to block the blows. Her feet were like sledge hammers and I finally had enough. As she stood up and sat on the couch I rolled onto my side and pushed myself up. My face was a mess, my throat felt sore and like it was on fire as I was barely able to swallow, and my torso felt like it had caved in. As looked over at Trey her soles were propped on the coffee table and I had an adrenaline surge. “I should be charging you for this” Tray said with a smile. I thought to myself…..she wasn’t kidding, she had taken me to my limits repeatedly for an hour as I looked at the clock. I grabbed the wet cloth, wiped my face off, and crawled over to her soles crossed one over top of the other. I kissed them and briefly sucked on the ball of her right foot as I rubbed the front of my underwear. Trey looked down and smiled “I guess we ain’t finished yet”, “What now footboy?” My mind raced, I should have been out of there the first time she crushed my windpipe till I went unconscious. But I continued thinking with my little head and asked if she had ever kicked or kneed a man in balls. She didn’t answer yes or no, she just stood up and asked which one I wanted. I was amazed as I dropped my pants and stepped out of them.. I think the fact that she went along with any request I made kept me there. I stood up and wanted to start with some knees. On her own she moved the slit in her dress to expose her leg, placed her hands on my shoulders, and pulled me into her. As I put my hands on her hips, her right knee thrusted into my balls. I collapsed to her feet grabbing my crotch in horrific pain. Her feet moved from under my face and one briefly stepped on the side of my head. I thought I was going to vomit as she pulled me back up to my feet. “You sure you want this?” she asked but before I could reply she threw a knee into my sack again. I guess I was desensitized from the first one because I took the second one like a champ. She had a look of surprise on her face as I was still standing. That prompted a barrage of knees one after the other. I took about seven or eight before my knees started to buckle. Trey stepped back and finished with an explosive kick that brought me down hard. I responded by throwing up dinner while on all fours, pretty damn embarrassing. “Did I break ‘em, let me see” she asked. I pulled my underwear down a little and rolled onto my back cradling my balls. “You want more don’t you, your dick is still hard” I nodded and she straddled my torso while standing. She moved her right foot back and gently rubbed my erection and swollen sack.

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Without warning the top of her foot slammed into my sack causing me to sit up. Her toes immediately probed and stretched my boys out. I was in tears as she pushed me back onto the floor, kicked me, and sat up again agonizing pain. Holding onto a piece of furniture, her left foot stabbed into my stomach as she climbed up again like a ballerina. I looked down and grabbed the wrinkled sole of that foot as the right one began pummeling my balls again and again. She repeatedly kicked then stretched my sack with her toes until the pain was so bad, my cock exploded. I screamed as a mixture of crimson fluid and chunks of a white substance shot out and covered her ankle and part of my chest. She began laughing as she stepped off and wiped her foot off on the carpet. I couldn’t move for several minutes unaware of the damaged she had done to my body. Trey helped me up and told me I wasn’t looking so good. “I ain’t never done this before and been so relaxed honey”, “When we gonna do this again?” I laughed and told her I would call her as I got dressed in excruciating pain and left with my camera. I went home briefly and ended up having to go to the hospital. And with the story that I was mugged (which opened Pandora’s box) I had cracked cartilage in my nose, stitches to close my split lips, two budging disks in my neck, two cracked ribs(one so bad it bruised my liver, and an almost ruptured testicle that swelled up to a freakish size. Needless to say it took months to heal. I’ve kept in phone contact with Trey never letting onto my injures. She wanted to come over to my place and I’ve put her off for obvious reasons.

***One thing I want to say, our fetishes are wonderful things that keep things interesting with endless turn-on’s , but be careful. Try not to get so caught up in the moment that you start cheating death or risking permanent injury. Don’t get me wrong, detailing this experience in a story reminds me of how incredible it was. Was it worth it……..you decide………would you do it again?***

[Sauur]

Wow very hot! I love how despite being all ready completely broken you could not resist her feet doing more damage!

Be safe of course. But as a continunation... have her gag you somehow (her socks? duct tape?) and put you in some type of bondage. Maybe plastic wrap. Before she gags you you tell her, "Hey last time you went really soft can you actually make an effort to make it hurt?"

Now that would be scary!!! And HOT!

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If that had been me there on her kitchen floor I would have streatched my hands out to see if they would have been "accidently" stood on !

[supy76]

my friend I am a great fan of your stories, especially when they include throat standing/chocking etc.