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Story Name: Femdom Between Friends
Author: jack562004

Chapter 3

The weeks following our return from a Las Vegas trade show were busy with my move into Karen's house. It was a moment of both relief and excitement when I finally carried the last box of stuff out of my old apartment, for I was filled with anticipation of the new life ahead of me.

I was confident living with Karen would work out great, but I had been a little apprehensive about returning to the office where she and I both worked; I wondered how different our professional lives would feel since my confession to her in Vegas that I dreamed of submitting to a woman who derived sexual pleasure from using and abusing a man, and her admission to me in return that she had long fantasized about doing that very thing.

The three days we spent in Vegas felt like a dream, for we not only opened up our darkest secrets to each other but acted on them as well. By day we worked our company booth at the Convention Center, and in the evenings we explored our mutual fantasies in the safety of our hotel rooms. Karen gradually became bolder in her use of me as she grew more assured that I welcomed it, and by our last night in Vegas she was happily doing all of the unspeakable things to me that I craved. And more.

Well, I needn't have worried about our return to the office, for we were both professionals and our working relationship immediately returned to what it was before. The only thing new was the way we would occasionally catch each other's eye and she would give me that crooked grin that I liked so much. I would smile back and feel a little electrical charge at the shared knowledge that passed between us.

Karen did not at all fit the image many people might have of a domme, but instead fit more into that "girl next door" stereotype with her freckles, strawberry blonde hair and warm personality. We shared a complete lack of interest in the black leather and spikes you so often see in BDSM-themed erotica, and the theatrics of dominants insulting their subs in anger did nothing for us either. The most erotic thing for us was to just be the people we really were, in love with each other and simply accepting of the fact that she was turned on by dominating me and I was turned on by letting her.

Sometimes in a meeting I would look at her as she was speaking before the room and recall how this poised and conservatively dressed young woman took so much pleasure in whipping me to tears and forcing me to service her most intimate places; before I knew it, I'd have a huge erection, and I'd have to quickly switch my thoughts to something like baseball before I was called upon to stand up and speak.

We had frequent sex during those first weeks of living together but it was purely vanilla, gentle and loving, which came very naturally out of our deep affection for each other. Neither of us had an interest in a 24/7 D/s lifestyle, but we both knew that more "special" times were ahead of us when we were both in the right mood to explore those desires.

One Saturday when Karen had to go into the office to finish up an important report I decided to do a little prep work for when that time came. Karen's ex-husband had built a soundproof den in the basement which was the obvious location for what I had in mind, and I had recently visited a hardware store to pick up the supplies I'd need.

The room had very sturdy overhead wooden beams which were ideal for my plans. I got up on the small step ladder I had brought down from upstairs and drilled two holes about four feet apart in the middle of the center beam, then I installed a large chrome steel screw eye in each. I attached short lengths of chain to the screw eyes, and the dangling chains with quick links were now ready to be clipped onto wrist cuffs.

These would just look like sturdy plant hangers to the casual observer; less innocuous would be the screw eyes I mounted in the baseboards on each side of the room, but these could easily be concealed until needed. I had additional lengths of chain on hand, already measured to the right length, with quick links ready to clip onto ankle cuffs. I attached them, coiled them up on the floor, and hid each of them with a small accent cabinet and a potted plant.

I was mindful of the need for adequate but easily accessible camouflage because I knew that Sarah, Karen's older sister, would be visiting us the following weekend. It was also only a matter of time before our parents came by as well, not to mention our friends and professional acquaintances. I had already brought our "toy box" down from the bedroom and left it in a corner of the room; it would eventually have to be hidden in the closet, but I was hoping we'd be using it tonight.

When I was finished I stood there admiring my work when Karen texted me, saying she was having a hard time finishing up her report and asking if I'd mind getting dinner started. Of course not, I replied, and after putting away the stepladder and my tools I turned off the lights and went up to the kitchen to prepare the roast chicken we planned on having that night.

After seasoning it and putting it in a pan with some fingerling potatoes I slipped it into the oven and put together a nice garden salad. I always enjoyed cooking, but this time it was accompanied by a bit of an edge thinking about what I had done in the basement and wondering when it might be first used.

Karen arrived home about an hour later, good timing as dinner was just about ready. "Jeez," she said as she walked into the kitchen, "that was painful, nobody bothered getting me the data I asked for, so I had to pull it all myself. Not my idea of how to spend a Saturday."

"Well," I said, "dinner's ready, and I predict your Saturday night will be better than your day."

"Mmm, it smells good Jack, I think it's better already."

Dinner was accompanied by some good white wine, and we settled into the living room for a second glass each. "Feeling better now?" I asked.

"Lots better, but I'm still frustrated I couldn't get any help with that report," she said.

I paused for a few seconds and then took her hand in mine. "Karen," I asked her, "do you feel like maybe working off some of that frustration?"

She looked at me and, quickly understanding what I was suggesting, broke into that crooked grin and squeezed my hand. "You know what, you read my mind... I was actually thinking of that driving home and... it started making me wet," she said, blushing slightly. "It's been a while... I take it you're in the mood to be, um, worked on?"

Instead of answering, I moved her hand to my crotch, so she could feel the swelling under my jeans.

"You are ready, aren't you," she said with a smile. "I'd like that Jack. Maybe we should adjourn to the downstairs den."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"Should we get our box of toys from the bedroom?' she asked.

"It's already downstairs," I said.

"It sounds like you planned this."

"Oh yes, more than you know."

I stood up, still holding her hand, and led her downstairs. At the doorway to the den I told her to close her eyes, then led her inside and flipped on the lights.

"Okay, you can open them."

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, looking up at the chains hanging down from the overhead beam. "You've turned my nice den into a torture chamber!"

"Didn't I ever mention my home improvement skills?"

"No, I don't recall that you did."

"Do you approve?"

"Oh yes, I definitely approve," she said, and turned to embrace me. We kissed deeply, and I reached down to pull her hips against me, so she could feel my hardness. "Mmm," she murmured, slowly grinding herself on me, "Saturday night is looking better and better."

She gently broke away from our embrace and went to sit down on the small leather sofa that we used to watch TV. "Would you take off all your clothes while I watch, Jack?"

"I have to show you something first," I said, and went to each side of the room to move the accent cabinet and potted plant out of the way, revealing the coiled chains.

"Oh God," Karen said, "I'm getting really hot now." I took the chains and extended them over the oak flooring out to where they'd be needed.

Without another word I began to strip, folding my clothes neatly on a nearby chair as I did. This was our established ritual, and I always found it a little humiliating to undress while she watched. Of course, she knew it had this effect on me, and it excited us both. Although I was mostly looking down, I did catch a glimpse of her touching the crotch of her jeans.

I finally stood before her completely naked, my hard cock at full attention. "Please get on your knees Jack,' she said, and after I did she stood up and moved close to me, straddling me with her legs and grasping the back of my head to press my face against her lower body.

"I'm so excited," she said softly, stroking my hair. "I can't wait to see you chained up, and to whip you like that. I'll start out slow, but I want to whip you hard. Is that okay?"

"Yes Karen," I said, "you know you can do anything you want to me."

"Mmm, thank you Baby, you're so good to me. Let's fix you up, where is our toy box?"

I pointed to the cardboard box in the corner. She went over to it and retrieved the leather wrist and ankle cuffs we had bought in Las Vegas, came back to me and said, "Please stand up."

I stood, and without another word she proceeded to attach the cuffs to my wrists and ankles, buckling each one firmly in place. "There," she said, and led me over to the chains dangling overhead.

"Hmm, I can't reach those clips," she said.

"There's a stepladder in the closet," I told her.

"You've thought of everything, Sweetheart."

She got the stepladder from the closet, placed it next to me on my right side and climbed up it, easily within reach now of the quick link at the end of the chain. "Give me your hand," she said, and I held up my right arm. As she attached the quick link to the ring on my wrist cuff I marveled once again at how lucky I was to find this sweet girl that could get so excited about punishing me.

After a few minutes both of my arms were raised up and my wrists were attached to the overhead chains. Karen put the stepladder away and bent down to attach my ankle cuffs.

"Spread your legs more Jack," she said.

I moved my legs apart and soon both my wrists and ankles were bound, my limbs extended and making my body into the X shape that I had been anticipating. Karen stood up and moved in front of me, taking a few steps back to admire the view.

"Oh God, you look so hot," she said, "I love seeing you chained up." She moved closer to me and reached up to touch my upraised left arm, trailing her fingers down it, over my rib cage and down to my hip. "So hot," she said again. Then her fingers found my hard cock, which she fondled before reaching down to cup my balls.

"I'm so turned on Jack, I feel like whipping you really hard. I'm sorry Baby."

"I know Karen... it's okay."

She went back to the cardboard toy box, and I knew what she was going to get from it... the beautiful Scottish tawse that we bought in Las Vegas. Sure enough, a minute later she was standing in front of me again holding it in her hands. She examined it, and then she looked up at me with a curious expression on her face before looking back down at it again.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No... I'm just thinking about something," she said.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Well... I bought something last week, kind of on a whim, and then I decided I'd return it... but, um, I haven't yet."

"Why were you going to return it?"

"Well, I thought it might be too much... you know, kind of going too far... but seeing you like this..."

"Seeing me like this makes you want to keep it? And maybe try it?"

She paused for a minute. "Um, yes... seeing you like this makes me want to try it."

I hesitated for a few seconds and then, not sure what I was getting myself into, said, "Why don't you go get it and show me."

"Okay."

She left the room and went upstairs to retrieve this mystery object. Standing there naked with my wrists and ankles securely retrained, my body completely exposed and open to whatever she wanted to do to me, I felt pretty sure that whatever she bought had the purpose of inflicting pain. I also felt pretty sure I would, in the end, let her use it on me.

She was only gone for a minute, but it felt like an hour before she walked back in and stood before me again, hiding her new toy behind her back.

"Do you remember when I talked about watching cowboy movies when I was a kid and obsessing on the scenes of guys getting tied up and whipped?" she asked.

"Oh yes, I remember," I replied.

"Well, it's not like they were using a tawse... it was more something like this."

She brought her left hand out from behind her back to display her purchase. It was a black leather single tail whip.

I was speechless for a few seconds. "Uh, is that like a miniature bullwhip?" I finally asked.

"It's called a signal whip," she replied. "I actually thought about getting a bullwhip but the guy at the store recommended this for beginners, it's only 4 feet long and he said it would be easier to control and safer to use."

"Well," I said, "safer sounds... good."

She uncoiled the whip, dropped the end down to my cock and slowly looped it around the shaft.

"This would hurt more than the tawse, maybe a lot more. But I've practiced with it, on a pillow, and I'm pretty sure I can use it without breaking the skin. It's easier to target this kind of whip than with the bigger ones."

I went a little weak at the knees hearing her say "target," knowing this meant places on my body. Places that would probably soon be feeling the business end of this new whip.

"Do you want to use that on me, Karen?"

She looked at me with eyes that were a little sad, and reached up with her right hand to caress my face. "Yes Jack, I do... seeing you chained up like this and holding this whip in my hand makes me want to use it... my stomach is doing flip flops, I'm so turned on."

"If using that on me would excite you, then... I want you to."

"Do you really mean that?" she asked me. "I couldn't stand it if you thought I was too weird for you. Are you sure you want a crazy girlfriend that gets off on whipping you?"

"I think you already know the answer to that," I said. "Look at your whip."

She looked down at the whip looped around my cock and saw that I was hard as rock.

"Oh Baby," she said, wrapping her arms around me, "I love you." She leaned up and kissed me, and reached down to fondle my rigid cock again. It throbbed to her touch. "I love you too," I said.

"You're turned on too, aren't you," she said, squeezing some precum out of my cock. She put her fingertips on my lips and spread it over them, then reached back down to squeeze out more. "Open your mouth," she said, and pushed her wet fingertips inside me so I could lick them clean.

"You remember your safe words, right?" she asked.

"Yes, and you remember I might beg you to stop but you don't have to unless I use a safe word, right?"

"Oh yes... you know, when I bought this it was going through my mind how much it would make you beg for mercy... I know it's weird, but I like hearing you beg."

"It's not weird Karen, it's fun for me too."

"Okay Sweetheart." She unlooped the whip from around my cock and brought it up to my face.

"If I use this on you it will be on your back, your ass, and your thighs. I'll go easy on you at first, but I'm really in the mood to whip you until you're crying and begging for me to stop."

"I understand."

"But you know I won't stop Jack, and your begging will just make me whip you harder."

"I know."

"Then kiss the whip if you want me to begin."

She held the signal whip to my lips and I kissed the braided leather, and then Karen moved behind me. She cracked the whip in the air a few times and the sound made me jump in my chains.

"Sounds scary, doesn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, with a catch in my voice.

"Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"I don't blame you. Well you won't be scared much longer, just in a lot of pain."

She held the end of the whip, touching my back with it to measure off her distance, and I suddenly realized I was trembling with fear.

Without warning she swung the whip, striking my back diagonally across my shoulder blades. I felt nothing for a split second and then a burning sensation spread across my back. She paused, seeming to instinctively know the arc of my pain as it rose and fell, and then she struck me again, this time slightly lower than before.

"Oh," she said, "I wish you could see the red stripes this makes. It's like I can paint your back with this."

The third lash was harder, and I groaned through my gritted teeth.

"That hurt more, didn't it?

"Yes, it did."

The fourth lash was harder still, causing me to arch my body and pull at my chains. "God, that really hurts Karen."

"Oh Baby, I love seeing you move your body like that," she said. She swung again and struck me in the same place but this time the end of the whip curled around me and caught the edge of my right nipple. "Jeez" I shouted, twisting in my restraints, "you really are good with that thing!"

"I told you I practiced," she said with a giggle.

Then she began punishing me in earnest, lashing me again and again in an unrelenting rhythm, gradually lowering her aim each time until she reached the small of my back. I was on fire.

I sensed she was carefully focused on making equally spaced parallel stripes on me, and as bad as it hurt the thought of her being so detached from my pain was exquisite.

Then she whipped me sideways across the top of my ass. "Ahhh, I don't know if I can take much more of that," I said.

"I'm so sorry Sweetheart, but I'm afraid you have to," she said, and flogged my ass again, putting another stripe just below the last. "God, that really hurts," I said again, but now with an edge of panic creeping into my voice.

She swung the whip three times more without pausing in between and tears were now streaming down my face. "Please stop Karen, it's too much!" I cried.

"I know it's too much Jack. I want it to be too much," she said, "I want you to feel like you can't possibly take any more," and she whipped my ass again as hard as she could, this time making me scream.

"It's a good thing my ex soundproofed this room," she said with a laugh.

She put the whip down and for a second I thought she was going to stop, but then I realized from the sounds I heard that she had started to take off her clothes.

"I'm so wet Baby, I have to strip before I soak right through these jeans." It wasn't the first time she had undressed behind me during a whipping, adding to my pain the frustration of not being able to see her naked body.

"Now I'm going to finish striping your ass Jack, and the backs of thighs as well. And I'm going to make myself cum while I do it." I knew the worst was ahead of me once she started her ride to orgasm.

I could hear her start to breathe more heavily as she swung the whip and I knew she was pleasuring herself with her left hand at the same time. My erection had long since disappeared but picturing what she was doing behind me almost brought it back. Almost.

As she worked her way down my ass she began to grunt with each swing of the whip, each grunt now followed by a pitiful cry from me. "Please Karen, no more, oh God I just can't take it. I'll do anything for you if you'll stop!"

"Jack, you'll do anything for me anyway," and the whip crashed just below the bottom of my ass, that tender place where the tops of my thighs ended. I screamed bloody murder.

Then she went to work on my thighs, and on one particularly brutal lash the whip curled around and managed to catch the side of my balls. I howled in pain and as I did Karen cried out, "I'm cumming, Oh God, OHH GOD, AHH AHHH AHHHH!"

Her orgasm seemed to on forever and she kept whipping me again and again for the duration. After what felt like an eternity the blows stopped, and I heard the whip fall to the floor... and then all I could hear was the sound of Karen panting.

My eyes were closed, and my face was wet with tears. My back, ass and thighs were still burning white hot when suddenly Karen's mouth enveloped my soft cock. I almost instantly grew hard as she took me all the way in, her face pressing against my lower belly as my cock quickly expanded inside her.

As she slowly began moving her head back and forth on me, the contrast of the pure heaven from my cock against the pain of my back took me over the edge in less than a minute and I exploded down her throat. She gulped me down as my cock spasmed again and again until I was completely drained, and the attention from her warm lips and tongue continued as I gradually grew soft again.

When my cock was completely flaccid she gave it a farewell kiss, stood up and embraced me. My back still burned but her naked and sweaty body felt wonderful against my front. "Oh God, that was amazing," she said, and kissed me passionately. "I'm sorry I went so hard on you, seeing you chained up like this just made me go crazy."

"Well Baby," I said, "I'm the crazy one who put in these chains."

She retrieved the stepladder from the closet and unbuckled my wrists, then bent down and freed my ankles.

"I loved the way you moved under the whip, I hope you didn't strain any muscles twisting around like that" she said, touching my arms.

"I'm fine, and I hope you didn't either," I replied, "you were working pretty hard."

"I guess my right arm got some pretty good exercise. But now you've got some work to do."

She lay down on her stomach and I knew she wanted her favorite afterplay, so I dutifully lay down between her legs and gently ran my tongue up along her ass crack. Then I parted her with my hands and ever so lightly circled her most intimate spot, and she sighed with pleasure.

Finally, the tip of my tongue touched the center of her asshole, and as I held it there she raised her hips in anticipation. "Oh my God," she cried as I entered her. "Yes Baby, that's it, fuck my ass with your tongue." I pushed it into her as deep as I could.

The world never made more sense to me than when I was worshipping the asshole of the woman who had just given me enormous pain. Usually Karen just relaxed and reveled in the feel of my tongue inside her, but this time she reached under herself seeking her pussy. As my tongue explored her ass she rubbed herself to another orgasm, moaning and bucking underneath me.

The rest of the evening was taken up by a long and luxurious shower, where we took turns soaping each other and washing each other's hair. When we finished we toweled each other dry, and before leaving the bathroom Karen made me hold a hand mirror so that I could see the array of red stripes down my back, ass and thighs in the reflection of the full-length mirror on the door.

"Wow," I said, you really did a nice job, they're so evenly spaced."

"You've awakened my inner artist," she said, "next time I might try for a crisscrossed pattern."

We got in bed, naked as we always slept, turned out the light and held each other in the darkness.

"Jack, I want to ask you something. You know my sister Sarah's coming to visit next weekend."

"Right, we might want to hang some plants on those chains in the den."

"Well... maybe not. I haven't mentioned this before, but Sarah... um, the two of us kind of shared some of the fantasies I told you I first had as a kid, we used to watch those cowboy movies together and talk about the way we felt seeing guys get strung up and whipped... the way we both felt."

"Really? So, she's a pervert like you?" I said, prompting Karen to mock punch me in the arm.

"Yes, I guess she is. But... we've always been close and open with each other... and I was wondering if it would bother you if I told her about some of the things we do. I'd like to share with her how lucky I feel about finding you."

I had to think about this for a moment. "Does she really look at it like you do, I mean... she wouldn't think any less of me for being a submissive guy?"

"Oh no, she'd just be happy for me and she'd really admire you. I'm sure she'd like to find someone like you for herself, and I hope she does some day. I know she'd be really interested in what we do."

"Then sure, that's fine... I guess I might feel a little funny around her, but no biggie."

"Thanks, Baby" Karen said, giving me a kiss. "It means a lot to me to be able to share with her, we're really close. She's a really down to earth person, I'm sure she'll be cool about it and you'll feel okay around her."

"Okay Sweetheart, I'm looking forward to meeting her... and I guess we don't have to hang plants in the den after all."

We both fell asleep quickly and woke up to a bright and sunny Sunday morning. The day was filled with chores, including cleaning the house and getting the guest bedroom ready for Sarah's visit.

The following week went by quickly, and soon it was Friday. Karen took the day off from work to pick up Sarah at the airport, and since the two of them had most of the day together I figured she would have already told her older sister about our recreational pursuits by the time I got home.

I was still a little nervous about it as I walked in the front door and entered the living room, where Karen and Sarah were sitting drinking coffee. Sarah jumped up to shake my hand, saying "Jack, I'm so glad to meet you at last!"

"Great to meet you too, Sarah!" I said. She was a couple of inches taller than Karen, almost as tall as me, with the same freckles and strawberry blonde hair but cut in a short pixie cut instead of Karen's shoulder-length style.

It was easy to see the family resemblance between them, although Sarah seemed more muscular in her arms and legs. Karen had told me she was an avid surfer, which would certainly explain the great shape she was in.

We made small talk for a few minutes and Sarah's easy-going manner soon put me at ease. When It was almost time to leave for the French restaurant where I had a reservation for us I went upstairs to change from my work clothes into jeans and a polo shirt. I came back down and off we went.

Dinner with the two of them was relaxed and enjoyable. Sarah had the same easy laugh and great sense of humor as Karen, and the two of them together were a little like a well-rehearsed comedy duo, feeding each other straight lines and displaying impeccable timing from a lifetime of in-jokes. There was an affectionate closeness between them, and I could understand why Karen liked to share things with her sister.

When we got back to the house we decided to break out some ice cream, since we had skipped desert at the restaurant. Karen served us and then she and I sat down on the living room sofa while Sarah took a chair across from us.

"Do you guys mind if I lose my shoes?" she asked.

"Make yourself at home," I said, and Karen and I both followed suit.

"So, if you don't mind my being nosy," Sarah began, "is marriage on the horizon for you two? I mean, seeing as how you're living together and you seem like a pretty good match."

"Hmm, we haven't really talked about it," Karen said, turning to me and smiling. "Jack only moved in last month, I guess we'll see how it goes."

"In my humble opinion, it's going great so far," I offered.

"It looks like it's going great," said Sarah. "You both seem really happy."

"Are we?" I said, turning to Karen. "I hadn't noticed."

Karen ruffled my hair, saying "You're damn right we're happy, you big oaf."

Nobody said anything for a minute, and then Karen spoke up. "Jack, I told you I was going to share with Sarah some, uh, common interests that we have," she said, and looked across at Sarah while adding, "I thought you should know I talked to her about that today before you came home."

It was quiet again for a few seconds before Sarah spoke up. "And I want you to know I think it's wonderful, Jack... I want you to feel comfortable around me because I'm not at all prudish in the least about these things."

"That's good to hear Sarah," I said. "Karen and I had worked together for a long time before we found out what we had in common." I put my arm around Karen and added, "I think it came as a big surprise to both of us... and a very welcome surprise."

"I think that's so cool," said Sarah. "I'm a little jealous of my baby sister, I guess she told you that we have some of the same interests... and I hope I can find a guy like you someday."

"There's a lot of us out there looking for this," I said, "I'm sure you'll find someone."

"Mmm, I hope so," she replied. Then she paused before saying, "Would you guys mind if I was really nosy and asked you some stupid questions?"

"Ask away," said Karen, "we're open books!"

"Well, I'm just curious... how often do you, uh, you know, how often do you do..."

We all laughed when Karen jumped in to finish her question. "Kinky stuff?"

"Yes," Sarah said, "I just want to get an idea, um, what your life is like."

"Well, we only do it when we're both in the mood," I said, "and sometimes we go weeks without doing it, we just get too busy with work and all. It's like a special thing and maybe doing it too often wouldn't be good... we'll have, uh, regular sex but we'll save the kinky stuff for special times."

"I striped him good just last weekend, but it was the first time since he moved in," Karen volunteered.

"Striped him?" Sarah asked, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I put stripes on him with a whip," said Karen.

"Oh my God... that must have hurt!"

"It did," I said, "big time."

"Were they like, um, red?" asked Sarah.

"They're still there," Karen replied. Jack... why don't you take off your shirt and show her."

A small shock wave went through me. I hadn't expected this, and I looked at Karen. She met my gaze and gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I stood up and pulled my polo shirt up and over my head, and after draping it on the arm of the sofa I went over to Sarah and squatted down with my back to her.

"Oh wow," Sarah exclaimed, touching my back lightly. "Each one of these marks is from a whip lash?"

"Yep," said Karen, in a tone of self-satisfaction. "And there's a lot more, it's like that all the way down to his thighs."

"Oh... boy, I wish I could see that," Sarah said.

There was silence in the room for a few seconds before Karen sent a bigger shock wave through me.

"Jack," she said, "would you take off the rest of your clothes, so Sarah can see all your stripes?"

I looked at Karen from my squatting position in front of Sarah. She gave me another subtle nod, and I thought I saw a kind of faraway look in her eyes. Sarah said nothing.

"Okay," I said. I stood up and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. By the time I was ready to lower them I was sporting an erection which would soon be on public display, and there was nothing I could do about that. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and lowered them together with my jeans, slipping them off along with my socks.

"Oh wow, you really did do a number on him," Sarah said, as I stood completely naked with my back to her and imagined her looking me over. I watched Karen's face and saw her eyes move down my body to my hard cock, and then she looked up and smiled at me.

"Could you turn around and face Sarah?" she asked me. I turned around and Sarah's eyes immediately went to my erection. "Oh my," she said. "Are you hard just from being naked in front of me, Jack?" she asked.

"Probably so," Karen volunteered before I could answer, "Have you heard of CFNM?"

"Um, no."

"It stands for Clothed Female, Naked Male. It's a big thing with a lot of male submissives, they respond to the humiliation they feel when for once it's them getting objectified instead of the woman. It's called a power exchange."

"Mmm, I like this power exchange thing," said Sarah. "Is what Karen said right, Jack?"

My mouth had gone dry, but I managed to say, "Yes, she's right Sarah."

"You guys, this is so wild! So, you make him get naked while you keep your clothes on, Karen?"

"Yep," Karen replied.

"I really like this."

"I knew you would."

"What do you do next?"

"Well, next I might put a collar and leash on him."

"Oh Jeez, I'd love to see that."

"Are you okay with showing that to Sarah?" Karen asked me.

"Sure," I said.

"Hang on a minute." Karen got up and went downstairs, and I knew she was going to get my collar and leash out of our toy box. Neither Sarah nor I said anything while we waited, but my cock throbbed when she looked up at me and smiled in a way that indicated she was enjoying my humiliation.

I was wondering what else Karen would bring back with her when she walked back into the living room with the entire box. She put it down next to me and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Please kneel in front of Sarah," she told me. I went down to my knees and she took out my collar and leash from the box, buckled the collar snugly around my neck and attached the leash.

"I usually handcuff him too," she said, "because a lot of times I just want to use his mouth."

"Oh," Sarah said.

Karen took the handcuffs out the box, pulled my wrists behind my back and cuffed them together.

"Now I'm all set to make him do whatever I want," she said, standing behind me.

"God, that's so hot Karen. It must feel so powerful holding that leash."

"Here, take it and see what it feels like."

Karen handed the leash to Sarah and she just sat there holding it, seemingly lost in thought. I felt truly objectified to be naked, handcuffed and on my knees with a raging hard-on in front of my wife's older sister as she held me on a leash.

"Hmm, it's getting pretty hot in here," she finally said. "I could certainly think of something to do with this leash."

Karen went back to the sofa and sat down, and then she really stunned me.

"Go ahead."

"What?" said Sarah.

"I know what you're thinking about, so go ahead and use him. You're okay with it, aren't you Jack?"

"Uh, whatever you want, Karen"

"See Sarah, it's okay. Go for it."

"Right here in front of you?"

"Yes, go ahead... I want you to."

"Oh... no, I couldn't, it would be too weird."

"I dare you. Double dare you."

There was a long silence and time seemed to stand still. Then Sarah put the leash down beside her and stood up, looking into my eyes as she slowly unzipped her jeans and pushed them down along with her underwear. She kicked them aside and sat back down, parted her long legs and I was staring at a moist shaved pussy in front of me.

The thrill of going down on a woman, for me, was always tied to a desire to please a woman I was emotionally connected to... giving pleasure to someone who I wanted to give pleasure to. This felt very different, as I barely knew Sarah at this point.

But I found myself having very conflicting feelings, because the thought of being required to eat out a woman I had only recently met felt like... total servitude. I felt like just an object with a mouth that was about to be used, and the feeling was incredibly erotic. This is how a woman would feel submitting to a stranger, I thought.

All of this went through my head and made my cock throb as Sarah picked my leash back up and began pulling my face to her crotch. I crawled forward on my knees and my face was between her thighs, and she kept pulling my leash until my mouth reached her wet pussy.

She moaned when I touched my lips to it and began tracing it with my tongue and gasped when I pushed it inside her. She grabbed the back of my head to hold me in place and pulled on the leash as she began grinding against my face.

She must have been really turned on as she came very quickly, gushing into my mouth and crying out in a way that sounded a lot like Karen. I kept on gently exploring her as she continued moaning until her breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Oh God, I can't believe I did that. Well, I needed it after talking to you two!" she said.

"He's pretty good with his tongue, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is."

I withdrew my wet face from between her legs but stayed on my knees as Sarah put her pants back on.

"God, I still can't believe I did that," she said with a nervous laugh. "Well... I've sure learned a lot tonight... I really appreciate you guys sharing!"

"I thought you'd be interested," said Karen. "Jack, didn't I tell you Sarah would be interested?"

"That you did," I said.

It was quiet for moment until Sarah broke the silence.

"So, let me ask you something else," Sarah began hesitatingly.

"What would that be, Big Sister?" said Karen.

"Would it, um... God, I'm really embarrassed to ask this, but would it be too soon for another whipping? I'm kind of dying to see that."

"What do you think, Jack? Should we show Sarah our den?"

"Um, yes, that would be okay," I said.

"Are you sure? I'd love for her to see the way you move."

"Yes Karen, it's okay."

"Well then let's go downstairs. Sarah, I'll bring this box of toys and you can take Jack's leash and follow me."

The humiliation I felt being naked around these two fully clothed women, and being led downstairs on a leash by the one who I hardly knew, was intoxicating... I felt myself in a kind of subspace I had never known before, and it felt wonderful. My cock stayed hard and bounced up and down as I followed them down the steps.

We entered the den as Karen flipped on the lights. Sarah's eyes were immediately drawn to the dangling chains overhead.

"Oh wow," she exclaimed, "you've really got kind of a medieval thing going on here!"

"Jack installed these chains just last weekend, he's a real home improvement guy," Karen said with a laugh. "Bring him over right here, under the chains."

Sarah positioned me as Karen put the box down and went to the closet to retrieve the stepladder. After removing my handcuffs and buckling the leather cuffs on my wrists she climbed up it, and I raised my arms to she could attach the quick links to my wrists.

Then she went to each side of the room and moved away the potted plant and accent cabinet to reveal the coiled chains mounted to the baseboards. "Oh my God," said Sarah, "this is so freaking hot!"

After extending the chains Karen buckled the ankle cuffs on me and attached them, and once again my body formed an X as I stood naked and completely vulnerable in the center of the room.

"Why don't you have a seat Sarah," Karen said, pointing to the small couch facing us, "and we'll give you a little show."

"A show!" Sarah said with delight as she took her seat, "God, this is just like in the movies Karen!"

"Exactly," Karen said, as I stood in full display in front of Sarah, who was almost glassy-eyed with anticipation of seeing me whipped. When I saw her rub her crotch through her jeans I felt objectified to my core, like an animal in some kind of cruel circus, about to be flogged in front of an audience and made to dance under the whip for their amusement. My stomach was in knots and I felt light-headed.

Karen moved in front of me and to my relief she had pulled the Scottish tawse out of our toy box, not the signal whip. I really didn't think I could bear another session with the signal whip, and I didn't want to have use a safe word in front of Sarah; maybe it was a macho thing, but I felt compelled to show her what a good slave I was.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, Jack?" she asked me. "I want to whip you hard, so Sarah can see the way it makes you move."

"Yes, I'm okay with it Karen."

"Then kiss the whip," she said, holding it to my lips.

"Oh my God," Sarah said as I kissed the leather tawse, absent-mindedly rubbing her crotch harder.

Karen usually started slow to warm me up, but not this time... I think she was eager to show Sarah a real punishment. A few seconds after she moved behind me the tawse crashed across my upper back, causing me to groan and arch my back.

She quickly followed the first lash with another just below it, and another one just below that. I gritted my teeth and grunted with each blow and began the dance, twisting against my chains.

"Oh my God you guys, this is so hot," Sarah said.

"It gets better," said Karen, and she struck my ass as hard as she could.

"Jeez, that hurts Baby," I said.

"I know," she said, and lashed me again.

"Oh fuck!" I cried.

She whipped my ass again. "God, that really hurts Karen."

"I told you I'd have to whip you hard, Sweetheart," said Karen. "Jack likes to... complain, and sometimes he starts begging me to stop," she told Sarah, "but I don't stop unless he says a safe word. He has fun begging, and I like hearing it."

"I don't blame you," said Sarah, "I like hearing it too! God, this is amazing!"

As Karen continued whipping me I looked at Sarah and I could see the lust in her eyes, the excitement she felt from watching me suffer. I realized just how very much alike the sisters were.

After an especially hard blow, Karen paused.

"Do you want to try this?" Karen asked her sister, as I expected she eventually would.

"Me?" said Sarah.

"Well, you big goofball, I don't see anybody else here?"

"Uh... well shit, yes I'd like to try it."

"Is that okay with you, Jack?" Karen asked.

"Sure, that's fine," I replied.

"I think we could use some cold ones first," said Karen, moving out from behind me and putting the tawse down on the coffee table. "Don't either of you go anywhere, I'll be right back."

As Karen walked upstairs, Sarah and I looked at each other awkwardly. I had never felt such humiliation, naked and chained in front of a woman I had just met as she gazed at me from the couch fully dressed.

After a minute she got up and walked up to me. With my legs spread wide our eyes were at the same level. "You really don't mind if I try whipping you, Jack?" she asked.

"No Sarah, I'm good with it."

She reached out and put her fingertips on my chest.

"I guess Karen told you how much we've both fantasized about this kind of thing."

"Oh yes, she did," I said, "I heard about the cowboy movies."

She giggled while her fingers trailed down to my chest towards my stomach, saying "Oh yes, those cowboy movies."

Our eyes stayed locked on each other as her fingers reached my stomach.

"I never thought I'd get to really do this, and I know Karen never did either."

My cock was already rock hard from her touch before her fingers found it.

"And I didn't think I'd ever... get to be whipped by a woman. Not to mention by two," I said.

She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and said, "It really excites you to know I'm going to whip you, doesn't it?"

"I guess that's something I'm not hiding very well," I said.

Sarah laughed, and as she stole a glance down at the Scottish tawse waiting over on the coffee table I could see the excitement in her eyes for what was to come. I was also noticing, with some apprehension, how well-toned her arms were.

Turning back to me, she said, "I guess this is one of the strangest meet-the-family conversations ever."

"I guess so," I replied.

"I've wanted to try this for such a long time... longer than Karen has," she said, and squeezed my shaft hard. Looking into my eyes she asked, "Is it okay with you if I go just as hard on you as she did?"

"Yes, it's okay Sarah."

She took her hand off my cock, touched my face and smiled.

"Maybe some time Karen will let me have you to myself for a while. You never know... I might turn out to be even more demanding than she is."

An awkward silence followed until Karen returned with a tray holding three cold beers. Walking into the room, she took in the sight of Sarah standing before me with my hard cock pointing to the ceiling.

"I'm so happy that you two are getting along," she said, giving me that crooked grin as she passed a cold beer to Sarah. Then she held one of the bottles up to my lips.

"If I know my big sister, I think you're going to need this Jack," she said, as she let me take a nice long drink. Then she put the tray down on the coffee table, took back up the tawse and stepped behind me.

"Come back here, Sarah."

"Oh God, I've dreamed of this," said Sarah as she joined her sister.

"Here, hold the handle tightly, keep your wrist loose and swing it hard," Karen coached her, handing over the tawse.

Sarah's first swing was to my ass, but it was so light I barely felt it.

"No, no, you've got to swing it hard Sarah," said Karen.

Sarah swung again, striking me in the same place but harder, although still nothing like Karen's blows.

"Harder!" said Karen, "come on, you're stronger than me. Swing it as hard as you can!"

Sarah swung hard and it hurt badly.

"That's it! Now keep doing that, start on his upper back and work your way down. Use those stripes I gave him as targets."

There was that word again. Sarah began whipping me hard across my back in a steady rhythm, moving slightly lower each time.

"God, I love doing this," she said. Karen stepped in front of me and watched me for a minute, then reached up to caress my face. Tears were starting to flow, and she gently wiped them away from my eyes as Sarah continued whipping me.

"Is it hurting bad?" she asked me.

"Yes," I replied through clenched teeth, in between my grunts of pain.

Then she leaned up and whispered in my ear, "Jack... I have a confession to make."

"What's that, Karen?"

"Well... I hope you're okay with it... but I kind of planned this just so I could get to watch you get whipped... It was a little sneaky, but I knew Sarah would go for it."

"Well... Ohh... she's going for it, all right."

"And I also wanted Sarah to whip you so that..."

"So that... Ohhh... what?"

"So that I could kiss you while you were hurting. I've been thinking about doing this since the first time I whipped you."

And she put her lips on mine and kissed me passionately just as Sarah lashed me especially hard across my lower back. I groaned into Karen's open mouth as her tongue explored me.

"Oh yes, Baby," she murmured, "cry into me."

She kept her open mouth on mine as Sarah went on whipping me and pushed her hand down the front of her jeans to rub herself.

"Maybe we can get Sarah to whip you while you're eating me out Jack, and you can cry into my pussy. God, wouldn't that be hot," she said, breathing heavily into my ear.

"Pretty hot," I said, yelling "Jeez!" a second later as Sarah whipped me across my ass. Karen was moaning now in time to Sarah's rhythm and suddenly cried out "Oh God, OHHH GOD!" into my mouth.

As Karen climaxed, Sarah paused and said with a laugh, "Maybe you two should get a room." Then she resumed whipping my burning ass.

"You're already in it," said Karen, and both of them laughed.

"How much longer... AHH... will you let your sister... AHHH... whip me?"

"Not much longer, Sweetheart."

"Are you going to... AHHH... let me cum when she's... AHHHH... finished?"

"Yes, you'll get to cum Baby," Karen said, "and just so you know, it will be me that makes you cum... never Sarah, no matter what else happens."

"It's only you that I... AHHHH... want to make me cum."

"Mmm, that's so sweet to hear," she said, stroking my hair. "But I'm afraid it won't be for a little while, I think you'll have to spend some time chained up on the floor after this... I'd like for Sarah to feel your tongue pushing up into her ass, I think she's a virgin back there just like I was."

"Okay... AHHHHH!"

Karen kissed me again. "I still want to feel you crying into my pussy while you eat me out," she whispered in my ear, "but I'm thinking that instead of having Sarah whip you more..."

"What?"

"I think she'd really like to feel what it's like to fuck a man with my strap-on. Would that be okay?"

"Yes, Karen," I said, just before Sarah's whip slashed across that place between my ass and the tops of my thighs, making me howl in pain.

Sarah was whipping me harder now than Karen had. Reflecting on her muscular body, it occurred to me that she was likely going to fuck me harder as well. And my cock started to grow again despite the fire on my backside.

Karen got her wish of feeling me cry into her pussy that night, and eventually I did get to cum into her sweet mouth, but not before spending a very long time being used while chained up spread eagled on the floor.

I was correct in my assumption that Sarah would very enthusiastically use her muscular body to impale my ass hard and deep. What I didn't anticipate was that both sisters would take turns using my mouth and fucking me all evening before I could cum.

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Story Name: Strip Poker
Author: Gaius8666

Ever since my Dad got remarried I have considered myself a lucky man. I am now 21 years old and my two younger stepsisters are 18 and 19 respectively, and by all objective measurements are absolute foxes. Anyway, last Christmas I was home from my senior year of college and because of being snowed in for two weeks, I was already completely bored out of my mind. Our parents had gone skiing and left me and my two step-sisters alone for the weekend so we had the whole house to ourselves. I was a bit disappointed about missing out on the ski trip, but as events would soon unfold, I realize now in retrospect that missing that trip led to the best trip of my life.

My step-sisters, Brandy and Monica were also bored and decided to invite a few of their new college friends over for a good old fashioned slumber party. They were all moving into a big five bedroom rental house after the holidays and were VERY excited about getting out of the dorm. Their future housemates were equally excited and all wanted to get together to plan out how they were going to decorate their new home. Oddly, despite going to the same school as me, I had not seen much of them over the fall semester as with them being freshman and me a senior we did not travel in the same circles. Having us all home for the holidays was a nice treat as we always had gotten along, and I had to admit, I never tired of checking out their smoking bods.

Being the only one home of legal age, and not yet realizing what an golden opportunity being snowed in with a bunch of bored girls would be, I reluctantly assumed the adult role for the party. After much begging and pleading on the girls part they convinced me to go and buy some beer for them, and being a bit bored and thirsty myself, I ran down to the nearest 7-11 and stocked up on party supplies for the weekend. When all of their hot friends started showing up, the stirring in my jeans alerted me to the possibility of having the weekend of a lifetime and I was DEFINITELY glad to be home.

As we all sat around talking and drinking, it began to dawn on me how fortunate I was. I was surrounded by five stunningly beautiful and increasingly drunk women; Brandy, my oldest step-sister and a well stacked red-head to boot, Monica, my equaling charming blonde younger step-sister with an ass you could eat baked beans off of and Lynette, Maria and Samantha their equally gorgeous friends had my cock stirring in my shorts by 8:30. After several beers, and the realization that there was nothing on TV, as the cable had gone out due to the storm, Maria suggested that we play cards. That was fine by me as the hops had definitely gotten the girls socially lubricated and increasingly flirty and with the female to male ratio at 5 to 1, I was loving every second of the night.

Dealing the cards, I was grinning wildly, as being the only guy in the room, I was flirted with shamelessly by all of them. After a few minutes of playful banter, and even more beer, suddenly the erotic temperature of the room got much hotter.

"Say Brandy!" chimed the smoldering sexy brunette Samantha. "I know you and Monica told us your step-brother was good looking, but you never told us he was such a hottie. What are you two bitches doing, hoarding all the good ones to yourself like you do back at college?"

Obviously annoyed by this sudden embarrassing revelation, Brandy blushed. "Shut up and PLAY will you?"

Hearing this I smirked. I have never had any problems with the ladies in the past, as I am pretty fit, but hearing that my two step-sisters were attracted to me got my head swelling. Well, BOTH of my heads. I wondered if they knew how much I had lusted after both of their curvy delights since back when we all still lived at home together. God knows the summer before my freshman year I spent a lot of time watching them sunbathe by our pool, yanking my pud every night as I imagined them both naked and in my bed.

More beer was consumed and as the evening progressed the sexual tension in the room kept increasing. As the girls got drunker they got more bold and I was loving every fucking minute of it. Growing increasingly direct, and with no other outlet for their attentions, I was the target for all of their increasing arousal and as the beer flowed they kept amping up the teasing. My eyes could not focus on the game as they kept wandering back and forth over the girls as each one was truly beautiful, and I wished for nothing more than somehow orchestrate a way to get into all of their panties somehow. That would definitely be a heavy lift, so I decided to just go with the flow and see how the evening progressed. To my delight, it kept progressing in the right direction.

"Yea, I bet you and Monica love spying on your dear old brother Tyler here when he takes a shower don't you?" Lynette joked as she poked Brandy with her foot. "Or at least that is what Monica told me when she confessed how delicious he looked walking around the house in just a towel."

My two step-sisters said nothing, but their reddening faces betrayed her crime and now it was my turn to blush. Hearing this, my male ego swelled along with other parts of my body.

"Yes!" Lynette continued as the other friends giggled. "If I had some fine piece of man-meat like this walking around the house half naked, I would no doubt have to sneak a peek too."

Continuing to play, and definitely drink, I felt my cock continue stirring as these revelations kept running through my mind. Glancing occasionally over at Brandy, looking so totally fuckable with her full ripe melons and stiff nipples straining against her thin shirt I just hoped I wasn't drooling to obviously. When I caught her eye my grin grew even wider as I saw her seductively wink back at me.

Glancing around the room, when my eyes then locked with my other luscious step-sister Monica, and I got another wink from her, the stirring became a down right rumble. Polishing off yet another six pack we kept playing and despite all having a good time, it was obvious the game was getting pretty boring. Poker truly is not that fun a game if there are not bets made, as the whole point of the contest is to bluff and win money. Having been using chips all evening, it was obvious that everyone was getting tired of the fake game as with no real stakes, the play was dull. When Samantha announced that we were out of beer, I volunteered to go out to the kitchen and bring back a fresh six pack.

Returning from the kitchen with the beer I was astonished when Brandy stood up and addressed the room.

"I don't know about you gals, but this game is a snooze-fest ."

Every head nodded as she continued. "So I say we spice things up a bit, what do you think ladies?"

Again, more nodding prompted her to continue. "Now, given that we have such a FINE specimen of manhood here, who is up for a nice old fashioned game of Strip Poker? What do you think, don't you think THAT will get the party started properly?"

Hearing her say this my mouth fell open in delight, as if I had won the lottery without even knowing I had bought a ticket. Within seconds my mind was flooded with erotic images of all five of them writhing naked on the floor as I enjoyed each one, as obviously I would be in the middle of that imaginary rodeo. Oh how I would enjoy finally having Brandy ride my cock while Monica rode my face and their three friends fought over who would take the next turn, but shaking my head quickly, reality set in.

It was too much to hope for and I was sure Brandy was just joking and just being provocative, God knows she was always the biggest tease. I was positive that there was NO way the girls would go for it no matter how much I prayed that they would. To my shock and absolute ecstatic delight they all cheered and said they thought it would be a wonderful idea.

Seeing Brandy patting the floor for me to sit down as she began shuffling, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Alone as the sole man in a room full of beautiful drunken women just about to get stripped was the beginning of many a past stroke fantasy and given that I was pretty good at poker and the girls were already drunk it seemed like a sure thing.

As she began shuffling, Brandy leaned over and whispered in my ear "I have been wanting to see your package for a while big Bro so tonight is my big chance! I hope you are prepared to show us the goods tonight!". My heart began to race as I realized that this evening was shaping up to be most entertaining.

As the first hand was dealt, everyone took a long swig of their drinks as the reality of what was happening began to set in. The flirty atmosphere of the night so far instantly began pegging up the erotic scale as the sexual tension grew as thick as concrete.

Despite all my erotic plans I had a small twinge of doubt after losing the first hand. As they all chanted for me to strip I instantly snapped to attention as I realized I was not well prepared to play strip poker. Having been a casual night in, I was only in my jeans, briefs and a thin t-shirt, foolishly not wearing any socks or shoes. I had been so swept up with the erotic potential of seeing them all naked, I had not taken a proper inventory of my own clothes before we began to play. Realizing my mistake as my three fours were easily beaten by Brandy's three Jacks, I started to blush.

"Well well well, looks like we have drawn first blood!" she giggled as every female eye was trained on my body.

Seeing that they all had shoes and socks on, I realized I had a BIG disadvantage and I pleaded, quite unsuccessfully, to be allowed to go put them on.

"NOPE! You have to play the hand you are dealt BRO!" Monica interrupted. "So, pants or shirt, what is it going to be?"

Grinning sheepishly I stood up and peeled off my t-shirt, realizing I was not going to be able to weasel out and definitely not wanting to give them any reason to back out of a similar predicament. I smirked as my chest was exposed and the girls all melodramatically commented on my washboard abs and well developed pecs. Hey, I hit the gym every day and at that moment I was glad I did as they all whistled as I sat back down.

"DAYUM!!" Maria yelled out. "You were not kidding girls. Your brother IS hot!!"

Monica and Brandy both giggled and interjected. "Hey, he is our STEP-BROTHER you know, and yes, we both agree, he IS hot."

Brandy, half kidding and obviously drunk leaned over and felt my left pec with her hand. "Yep! Hard as a rock!" Looking down at my jeans she winked. "I can't wait to see what else is hard when he comes out to play." The feel of her soft warm hands on my naked skin had my heart rate increasing, and I now realized that this too put me at a big disadvantage.

Laughing nervously, I dealt and fortunately won the next few hands, sparing my few remaining clothes and evening things up a bit. Soon my two step sisters lost both their shoes and socks but otherwise everyone was still pretty well covered. As the play continued, and the beer kept flowing, it was my now turn to get bold.

"Well Monica, I can't wait until you whip out those whoppers for us all to see. I know I have been DYING to see them for years!!"

Laughing, the girls all joked and Monica, sticking her tongue out in jest, lifted her foot up in the air and wiggled her toes in my face. She was definitely very top heavy and must have suspected that I was her tits number one fan. Now that I had blurted out my comment, any lingering doubts she may have had about whether I had been perving on her were now removed. Obviously I had. Despite being entranced by her mammalian delights, the sight of those gorgeous toes wiggling in the air had me equally hypnotized.

"Hey fucker, this is the only bare skin of mine you are going to see. Soon that big sausage of yours will be on full display before we so much as expose a nipple."

As her gorgeous toes swayed before my face, and given the highly charged nature of the evening, I got very hard instantly. I was then, and still am now, a hopeless foot man, and the sight of my gorgeous step-sister's toes waving in my face, begging for my tongue to bathe each digit was immediately registered in my crotch. My bulge obviously was quite noticeable as Maria drew attention to it.

"Hey Monica, it looks like your tootsies have a fan boy!" she laughed as she pointed at my crotch. Instinctively I dropped my hands into my lap to cover myself but it was too late. My secret was out.

Now armed with this knowledge, the game began to get extremely interesting as Monica began snaking her bare foot over to where I was sitting and running her silky sole up my back. Brandy, not to be outdone by her sister, made sure that once her feet were exposed she added her toes to the assault. While Monica ran her foot over my bare back she teased my bare foot with hers as we were playing barefoot now. This, along with the beer, did not help my concentration on the game at all.

After a few more rounds the game began to get serious as more and more skin was exposed by the girls. I was continuing to be fortunate in not losing what little I had left but I was always two bad hands away from nudity. Despite my horrendous distractions I still had my pants and shorts and they were barely able to contain my now painful hard-on so I definitely wanted to keep them on. Brandy still had her bra, T-shirt and panties on, much to my disappointment, as a big goal I had for the evening was exposing those puppies. Lynette had only lost her shoes and socks and now barefoot she joined the others in their teasing me with her feet. Monica was glowing red having just been forced to shed her pants but to everyone's amazement Maria still had not lost anything.

Now as it got serious, as nudity was sure to be just around the corner for someone. I was on a single-minded mission to begin to even up the score and ensure that at least ONE tit would come out soon. Surely with the odds so stacked in my favor I should be drowning in naked female flesh by now, but the flaw in playing strip poker with such attractive opponents became quite obvious.

Each article the girls lost caused just enough blood to be diverted from my higher brain to the more southernly regions of my body, and kept me making stupid decisions. When playing poker with the guys I usually am able to count cards but that was definitely not happening under these conditions. Realizing I was about to blow a once in a lifetime opportunity to strip five girls at once I redoubled my concentration and decided to play hard to win. In order to have this plan come to fruition I would have to get more serious about the game and stay focused like a laser.

The plan had a flaw though, as the effect of the beer, and the lovely feminine flesh surrounding me, as well as the increasing number of gorgeous bare feet joining the party caused me so much distraction it definitely had a huge negative impact on my poker skills. Even still, with wavering concentration and a lot of luck, I won the next few hands and soon Brandy and Monica were both down to just their panties and bra. Lynette still had her shirt on and even Maria was beginning to sweat as she was just now was removing her pants, having added her socks and shoes to the ever growing pile of clothes. Thinking the promised land was at hand I grinned as the next cards were dealt and saw I had drawn three tens. Sure of seeing SOME tits now, sadly, my luck did not hold and I lost to Brandy with four twos and had to give up my jeans.

Now the game was dead serious as I had managed to blow through my whole wardrobe in a shockingly short amount of time! The bulge in my boxer briefs was quite obvious and I was extremely humiliated (but also filled with pride) by all the wolf-whistles the girls gave me as I shed my pants.

Having turned away from them to pull down my jeans, as I was definitely worried about something popping out unexpectedly, my heart skipped a beat as I felt both Monica and Brandy's toes run up the back of my ass and over my shorts with their toes.

"Yea, I can't wait until THESE come off next Tyler!" Brandy giggled as she gripped the hem of my boxer briefs and playfully tried to pull them down.

Laughing as I held onto the waist band, I spun back around, having to cover myself with my free hand as things had definitely gotten out of hand in my shorts and I was beginning to peek out. Pointing at her bra I defiantly shot back.

"No, I think those savory titties of yours are just about ready for their debut. Prepare to whip those babies out for the party!"

Monica blushed at my words as somehow it just occurred to her that she might end up naked. With this sudden ephiphany, she started getting very nervous and began trying to think of a way out. Not wanting to quit, and then be declared a wuss, she certainly did not want to whip out her breasts for my viewing pleasure. Grinning she thought of a way to spare her from having to strip and announced her idea to the group.

"Ok, as it is apparent we are all getting pretty close to showing some serious skin now, I think we should give the loser a chance to save their dignity if the group agrees."

As she spoke I watched the other girl's faces, not wanting to chime in my objection to her weasly scheme just yet. I was no fool, and knew that a strip poker game with a bunch of hotties was a delicate thing and had to be coaxed with care so as not to spook the girls. I knew all night that any one of them could call it quits at any moment and that would be the end of the most erotic night of my life. Knowing this, I was very compliant and as she spoke I was quiet. I was encouraged by the fact that she was at least planning on what to do if she had to get naked, and this filled me with hope that this might go the distance to the glorious nude end after all.

Continuing, Monica said "I say in order for it to be fair, anyone who loses the final crucial hand and has to get naked should have the choice of either stripping bare or submitting to one hour of activity the group chooses as a penalty, majority vote wins!"

I smelled a rat as I knew that the girls would stick together as a group and possibly avoid stripping, but I still could not resist the chance of seeing them all bare so I agreed. In one way, I was kind of relieved at her suggestion since, Even though I showed a brave face, I myself was beginning to try to think of a way out of this situation myself. I had seriously underestimated my skills before beginning the game and starting out with a huge disadvantage in the number of initial clothes from the start, I was worried.

Still suspicious that the evening might have a NON-nude ending, when Monica added her following words I knew that whatever else happened, this definitely WOULD end on a happy note.

"Now, do we all swear that if we make this change NO ONE backs out?" They all held up their hands and swore and obviously the huge grin on my face was noticed.

"Hey BRO, I would wipe that smirk off your face! You have to sweat too. When we strip your ass we certainly don't want you hiding those big luscious balls away from us when we win."

Laughing, and even more horny, I held my hand up and swore to abide to the new rule changes. Frankly, it was a change I was kind of relieved to have as despite my confidence in my skills, I was worried now and since I had no margin for error I feared I might end up naked instead of them. Certainly stripping bare in front of five attractive women is harder than you think, and the new added humiliation of my obvious arousal had my mind racing for any possible avenue of escape. I did hold out hope that if I could win the next few hands, possibly it would be me, instead of them, getting to choose the punishment or witnessing the nude spectacle. But despite my confidence I did worry that my luck would not hold and it would be ME naked and them clothed, which would be the worst outcome of all. Confidently I shuffled and prepared to deal as the tingling in my stomach told me that my luck would hold.

I wasn't so lucky.

In my desperation to strip Lynette whose long blonde tresses and full round breasts now had my full attention, I had allowed myself to be tricked by her and had my three Jacks beaten by her full house. My face began to redden as the girls began to cheer at my predicament as the realization of my downfall hit home.

"Time to Drop Trou big Brother!" Monica and Brandy began to chant as they again snuck their feet over to my lap and began to pull at the fabric with their toes. My mind racing, and without thinking it through, I blurted out that I would rather submit to the one hour penalty than face the naked humiliation. It was a snap decision, but when five pairs of smoky lusty eyes stared at my package, I chickened out at the last minute.

The evil grin that began to form on Lynette's face began to make me wonder if perhaps I had chosen unwisely as the other girls began to nervously giggle, not knowing exactly WHAT was going to happen now. Sending me out to the kitchen to get more beer, clad only in my now very inadequate shorts, I was instructed to stay in there while they discussed my fate. After a few minutes consultation, the girls called me back into the room and with a sheepish grin and red face I came back inside, feeling quite nude already in my wildly tenting boxer briefs. Telling me to sit down, Brandy spoke for the group.

"Tyler we have given this a lot of thought, and I know Monica and I have the perfect and most appropriate penalty for you of all times. As punishment for losing you will be tied down and tickled non-stop by all of us for one solid hour as your penalty."

Seeing my face grow pale and my mouth begin to open in protest she held her hand up and interrupted the beginning of my protest as she continued.

"You must not remember what you used to do to us when we first moved in here." Turning to the other girls, she added. "When we were just kids and suddenly discovering we had just gotten a new handsome big step-brother it was great. Smart, funny, kind of sexy, we thought it was fantastic. He being obviously much stronger than us, used to play wrestle one or even both of us at once and tickle us for hours. It was a nightmare as he would not stop until we peed, and we both vowed that one day we would get our revenge. Well that day has obviously come! And the fact that now dear old brother is all grown up and a half naked super stud under our power makes the timing of our revenge beyond sweet!'

Grinning as she crooked her finger she had me stand up. What she was saying was absolutely true. We did used to play wrestle when they first moved in, and until she mentioned it, I had honestly almost forgotten all about it.

When my Dad got married to their Mom I had just turned fifteen. As a goofy testosterone filled teenager, and being chocked full of overactive hormones and having no suave moves yet, I did roughhouse with them quite often. She was absolutely correct in her memory as I did used to hold them down and tickle them until they peed their pants, thinking it funny (and kind of sexy) but certainly I did not do it out of malice. Not thinking about it at the time, or since, I had just thought it was good natured fun not understanding how it affected them. Not knowing yet how to deal with girls at the time, my obvious attraction for them manifested itself in this childish tickle game and I honestly had thought they liked it.

Now that I was in this situation and essentially at their mercy, the memories of those wrestling matches came flooding into my mind and I realized I was in big trouble. The laughing and pleading, the begging me to stop my relentless assault as I attacked their underarms and of course their feet was all coming back. It was pretty mean in hindsight as I was so much stronger than them and they were powerless to stop me, but I had honestly forgotten about it until she brought it back up. Looking at the gleam in their eyes though, it was painfully obvious that they had not forgotten.

My heart sank as the full extent of my predicament was processed by my brain. "What had I agreed to!"

Ever since I had been a child I had always been extremely ticklish, which was part of the reason I used to tickle them. We always inflict on others that which we most dread for ourselves. Now as it sunk in that I was going to be tormented in my just my shorts, and with most of my bare flesh exposed to 10 pairs of feminine nails tormenting every inch of my body, I gulped. Feeling my cock strain harder against the fabric of my briefs, I gulped even harder as I knew that there would be no way to hide my erection from them now.

"Hey Brandy, I mean, come on. We were just kids back then. I I I am sorry for tickling you but, hey, you can't be serious. I mean an HOUR! JESUS I..."

Seeing my stuttering and obvious discomfort, Maria, grinned as she scooted across the floor and began to run her feet up my legs. Feeling her soles on my flesh I jerked and when she reached the waistband of my briefs and gripped the fabric to try and pull it down. I quickly held tight.

"Well Tyler, you could avoid that if you want by taking THESE off right now. So, what's it going to be? An hour of tickling or the full Monty? It's your choice."

Samantha, seeing me blush stood up and walked over to me. Running her nails down my chest she grinned as her finger reached my waistband and she pulled the elastic out straight. "Frankly I hope he chooses to strip as I can't wait to see all this canned meat popped out its tiny container."

Monica, seeing her friends pawing me laughed. "Well either way is fine by me, but". As she spoke she wiggled her fingers menacingly in the air. " I probably am partial to exacting some revenge on all that delicious exposed man flesh."

My brain boiled at my options as neither were good. Either I was going to be forced to go completely starkers in front of this crowd of hotties or I would have to be tickled non-stop for an hour in just my shorts and with a raging hard-on. It was not an easy choice, but wishing to save some vestige of modesty I meekly nodded my agreement to the tickling and waited to see what would happen next.

Brandy and Monica looked at each other and grinned, and as the rest of the girls all stood up and took me by the hands as I felt my pulse quicken. Leading me up the stairs to my parents master bedroom I could already feel little Tyler creating quite a ruckus in my shorts and knew that he was going to be a problem. I had hoped to somehow get them all into bed, but this was not exactly what I had I mind.

Patting the bed Brandy winked. "UP UP UP Tyler, time for your punishment."

They had chosen well as my parent's bed was enormous and was one of those old fashioned four posters. Shyly I climbed up, still cupping my bulge to prevent my obvious arousal from being TOO prominent and laid down, waiting for them to begin.

With a false sense of bravado I glared at them. "OK, let's get this over with!"

Before I knew what was happening they all had grabbed a limb and tied me spread-eagle to the four posters. They had taken several of my Dad's silk ties to use for my binding and within seconds they were done, the knots tied very effectively so that escape was impossible. Now my mouth went dry as I realized just how much trouble I truly was in. Bound nearly naked and completely helpless to the bed, they had me in the perfect position to tickle me to death and they knew it.

Slowly at first two girls began to slowly stroke the soles of my feet while another two worked on my stomach and rib-cage. Not to feel left out Brandy attacked my neck. Instantly I exploded in laughter as the sensations coming from every part of my body short circuited my poor beer soaked and overly horny brain. Continuing for what seemed like an hour, but was in reality only just a few minutes, I laughed so hard and so long I almost passed out! Begging pitifully I cried and screamed out, pleading for them to stop.

"Jesus Tyler, we just got started!" Brandy whispered into my ear. "If you don't buck up you aren't going to make it the whole hour."

Continuing their assault, despite my protests, after what seemed like an eternity all hands stopped. All of the girls then began giggling uncontrollably and as I looked down my chest I saw the object of their ridicule.

Not only did I have the most intense erection I had ever had, but the thin fabric of my grey boxer briefs were dark and sticky as the flood of pre-cum I was leaking had completely soaked the fabric. Lynette, barely being able to speak through her snickering, lounged at the foot of the bed and looked up at my wet tent. Reaching out with her foot, she walked her toes up my leg and scratched her toenail over my crotch as she laughed.

"Well Girls, it seems like we miscalculated. Tyler here is obviously ENJOYING this punishment, so it really does not seem like much of a penalty now does it?"

Her comment caused the room to erupt in laughter as soon her toes were joined by all of the others on my body, my secret fetish now turned against me. With my eyes crushed closed I could not look at them as I was so ashamed at my body's uncontrollable reactions. Despite trying to put up a brave front, the feel of their sexy silky soles on my body, coupled with the erotic events of the night, the beer and of course the tickling all had me moaning and whimpering uncontrollably as I dry humped the air. As I moaned, the giggling got much louder and my curiosity grew.

Keeping my eyes closed during this assault so far, I could not help but look now. As I popped open my eyes and stared down my sweat covered body towards my cock I could see my boxer briefs wildly tented and looking like they were about to explode from the pressure that was building behind the material. This display greatly amused them all, and Maria seemed especially engaged as she ran her toe over the top of my crotch.

I said nothing since I was so ashamed and I could not look at them, but I was relieved that at least the tickling had stopped. As Maria, Samantha and Lynnette continued to rub their feet all over my body, laughing as they watched my reactions with increasing intense curiosity I could not stop whimpering. Samantha cooed especially loud when I lightly kissed her big toe that was dangling in front of my lips, not meaning too but compelled by an unstoppable urge. We were both surprised by this as my action was so automatic it was truly out of my control. Whatever else I was going to learn that night, I did learn that I can be made so horny as to lose control of my bodily actions if a gorgeous foot is waved in my face.

Lifting her other foot up onto the top of my head, she began playing with my hair with her toes and sighed as I now sucked her big toe like a wild man.

"Such a good good boy!"

I was so distracted and obviously enjoying the attentions of these three, I had not noticed that my two stepsisters had left the room. As Samantha and Maria both probed and teased my aching balls through the shorts, and I moaned and writhed on the bed, with Lynette's toes planted firmly in my mouth, Brandy and Monica came back into the room.

"BROTHER!!" they both cried out in mock anger. "What a shocking and disgusting pervy display this is!"

Their words seemed to snap everyone to attention and for the first time in almost fifteen minutes my body could rest as they all pulled their feet off of me at once. With all of them now staring straight at my wet sticky bulge, the laughter of the girls was deafening. Closing my eyes in complete humiliation I heard the snickering grow louder as they obviously were whispering something. Despite not wanting to face them, with my pervy shame now exposed and my hard-on on full display, I could not help but peek.

When I opened them Brandy was standing over me with a pair of scissors in her hand. Before I could ask her what she intended on doing, her actions cleared up any doubt of her plans. With two snips of the scissors my boxers were cut from my body and lifted away.

Frantic struggling immediately ensued as I tried to get my hands loose to cover myself. This had the opposite effect I wanted as all it did was cause my erect cock to wildly bounce back and forth which only amused the girls more as they watched me wriggle in naked bondage.

"HOLY FUCK!!" Maria shouted. "YOUR BROTHER TYLER IS HUNG!!"

Now I was furious. This was NOT part of the deal at all. I was supposed to be able to keep my shorts on if I agreed to the penalty, but now I had the worst of both worlds. Feeling as if I had been double crossed, my face glowed in rage.

"GOD DAMN IT BRANDY!!" I screamed, my face now even redder as anger mixed with humiliation. "This is NOT fucking fair!! You said if I agreed to the tickling penalty I could keep my shorts. UNTIE ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!! IF YOU DON'T LET ME LOOSE IMMEDIATELY THERE IS GOING TO BE HELL TO PAY!!"

My furious outburst had no affect on the girls as they continued to laugh at my package bouncing wildly in the air. Lounging also at the end of the bed was Monica, who throughout my outburst said nothing but kept a wry smirk on her face as she watched me struggle. I kept thrashing harder as I hoped to tear one of the ties loose, and thought it might work until I felt Brandy's toes grip the tip of my cock. This had the immediate effect of causing me to twitch and instantly go still.

"Now Now brother!" she joked. "Don't get your panties in a bind, well, if you were wearing panties!" she laughed as she snaked her toes up and down my shaft. "You chose the penalty, and as is obvious by THIS, it has been no penalty." As she said THIS she waved my cock in the air with her toes.

I was about to really let loose with a stream of obscenities but stopped when I saw her reach from behind her and take out her cellphone. My eyes grew wide in disbelief and my pupils dilated from the flashes that now blinded me. My mouth went dry as I tried to think of what to say, but before I could respond she spoke.

"And off to the cloud for safekeeping, check!" Grinning she put her phone down and looked me dead in the eye. "Now, what was all this about 'hell to pay' nonsense? It seems to me that if I were in your place I would be nice, as you are really in no position to make threats!"

I was speechless as I knew she had the tool for my destruction now on her phone and even worse, in the cloud. Trying to think of what to say to try to sweet talk her into letting me go, and deleting the picture, she grinned.

"Now, I don't want you to think I am a bitch. If you cooperate, that little charming photo will stay safely tucked away in my own personal folder, never to be seen by anyone. If you give me trouble though, well, I bet I will have the most popular facebook post of all times in about five minutes!"

Realizing I was fucked, I quieted my tone down considerably and sheepishly grinned. She had me by the short hairs and I knew it, and she knew it, so whatever game she was planning, I had no choice but to go along. With as nice a voice as I could muster I spoke.

"What do you want Brandy?"

"Much nicer!" she smiled as she coaxed a moan out of me as her teasing toes continued to run up and down my shaft. "Now, like I said, I am not a bitch. I know we had a deal, but YOU broke the deal by enjoying your penalty. So, the NEW penalty is you have to be our naked slave all weekend, completely at our beck and call until Mom and Dad come back on Wednesday."

The girls erupted in applause now. Maria especially was giddy as she added. "WOW, four whole days of your own naked slave-boy. I think I may have to extend my sleepover!!"

Her words were agreed to by Samantha and Lynette and my cock got even harder as I realized that now I would be naked in front of them for days and subjected to GOD knows what other humiliations. Thinking fast, I spoke.

"Hey, that hardly seems fair. The del was just for an HOUR penalty, not FOUR days. In all fairness girls, I think you should untie me now and let me go. My arms are starting to hurt and you can't keep me bound up all weekend. I promise to make you all breakfast in the morning, but really, I think this joke has gone on long enough."

Monica smirked but seemed moved by my argument as this really was a joke. They did not MEAN to hurt me, but when Brandy made her next suggestion whatever sympathy may have been building for me evaporated.

"OK Tyler, tell you what. I will make you a new deal. I don't want it ever to be said that I made you do anything you did not agree to willingly. You are right, the bet was for an hour, so let's make it an hour. IF in the next hour you do not WILLINGLY agree to be the naked houseboy for the next few days, then your debt has been paid. However, if you beg us to make you our slave, well, we will have to comply with your wishes."

My face frozen, I thought about what she was saying. Given that I was tied naked on the bed with a raging hard-on, I was not in the best bargaining position.

"So let me get this straight, if I put up with whatever you are going to do to me for the next hour, without begging you to make me your slave, you will willingly let me go and I can get dressed?"

Nodding she said "YUP!"

"And you aren't going to hurt me or anything right?"

Monica spoke up now. "Come on Tyler!" she grinned as she ran her toe over my nipples. "We aren't monsters!!"

Brandy added. "No, we don't want an unwilling slave. If we lose our contest we will let you go and I will delete the picture and you can get dressed. The whole ordeal for you will be over. If however we WIN, we will hold you to any and everything you beg us for! That seems like a win/win doesn't it? You won't have to do ANYTHING you don't beg us for now how can that be unfair?" Giggling she continued. "Now, if we do win, I will keep the picture in the cloud, just for insurance purposes, to keep you more uh, compliant during your naked servitude." she winked.

Realizing I had no choice, I nodded and stiffened my body. The tickling had been horrible and I knew the next hour would suck, but then at least it would be over and this humiliating evening would end. I was convinced though that I would never willingly agree to traipsing around the house naked for their amusement, so I stiffened my will as I tensed my body and waited for their assault.

Ten minutes in I realized I had seriously miscalculated both how determined they were to win and how exposed and helpless I was. The girls were even more relentless now and as two girls worked my feet and another two worked my ribs and armpits, Brandy resumed her position over my head tickling my neck. Without being able to protect myself at all, every inch of my body completely exposed to their teasing fingers, I was a goner. I had really thought I would be able to hold out and I certainly could not have seen myself BEGGING to be made into a naked slave for nearly a week, but as I screamed and howled I began to break. Finally as the ten minute mark was hit I could stand no more and shrieked.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP!! I WILL AGREE TO ANYTHING BUT FOR FUCK SAKE'S STOPPPPPPPP!!"

Monica, her face beaming in delight smirked once again.

"You know how to get us to stop. All you have to do is beg us nicely." As she spoke she and her cohorts in torment amped up their assault as I desperately tried to escape their fingers.

My face red and eyes filled with tears, the laughs were booming out of my mouth in a constant stream. "YES YES, PLEASE PLEASE, LET ME BE YOUR SLAVE!!"

Brandy could not help herself as she was loving this, savoring her victory like a delicious bar of chocolate. "Our slave or our NAKED slave?"

"NAKED NAKED, NAKED AS THE DAY I WAS BORN, JUST STOP! PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU, PLEASE!!"

"Girls, does he seem sincere?" Brandy asked the room, and through their insane squeals they nodded and everyone stopped.

Laying in a pool of my own sweat I could do nothing but pant as my heart was racing and my whole body was trembling. They had worked me over bad and everything ached, my skin feeling like it was ablaze as every neuron kept firing from the sensations of their fingers still reverberating on my flesh. As I tried to recover, my eyes were closed tight as I was completely humiliated now and I was pondering a very long naked weekend ahead of me. As I stewed in my defeat, my ears picked up on the distinct sound of giggling whispers. As I opened my eyes, my face burned even brighter as I saw the source of their amusement.

My cock was completely rigid, standing straight at a right angle and harder than it had ever been in my life. Every vein was fully engorged on my shaft to the absolute maximum and was throbbing wildly like a firehose about to explode. My balls were almost black they were so desperate and aroused and the head of my penis was glistening in a full coating of fresh hot pre-cum that was still weeping uncontrollably from the quivering slit.

"JESUS THAT IS FUCKING HAWT!!" Maria squealed as she stared at my member with her eyes as wide as saucers and to my horror pulled out her cellphone and snapped a shot. "I have never seen one that angry before!"

Laughing, Monica and Brandy smiled and began to cuddle my quivering testicles with their soft kissable toes. Looking straight into my eyes, Monica simmered as she continued to stroke.

"This evening did not go at all like you planned did it Bro? I am sure you had it all plotted out. Get your two little step-sisters and all of their friends drunk and then take advantage of their innocence by stripping them naked." Winking at her sister she continued. "I am just shocked to learn we have such a pervy step-brother."

As she continued to run her foot up and down my shaft, I could not help but moan, the sensations feeling amazing and my balls bursting with unspent seed. As I listened to her words, I had to admit she was right. This evening had definitely not gone the way I had planned. The game had been a disaster, and the tickling even worse, and now I was set to embarrass myself for days in front of these hotties. The worst part of it though was, despite my odds, I had not even seen a single nipple the whole night. As the realization that the opportunity of a lifetime had passed me by my stomach churned in regret at such a prize slipping from my fingers. When she spoke her next words though, I saw a glimmer of hope of possibly turning this around.

"Say Brandy, how much time do we have left on the timer?"

Looking at it she laughed. "Forty Five minutes! Tyler sure caved quickly."

Turning to the Girls Monica spoke. "Well, we have some time to kill here, as our brother still owes us quite a bit of time for his unpaid penalty." Hearing this I groaned as I had hoped the tickling was over. As she spoke her busy toes had me panting and unable to form proper words. "So I have a proposition." Stopping her stroking, she got my attention as every eye focused on her.

"I say we have one more bet with Tyler here, and give him a chance to see us naked like I know he wants to." As they heard her suggestion they began to protest but she held up her hands and quieted them.

"Calm down, you have not heard the terms of the bet yet! Trust me, there is something for all of us here. The bet I am proposing is this, if he can resist our charms for the next forty-five minutes, he not only will not have to be our slave for the weekend, but we will give our dear old step-brother a five way strip show."

This certainly got my attention, and a huge grin formed on my lips as I was about to instantly agree without even hearing the rest. Seeing my enthusiasm expressed both in my face but also my exposed dick, she laughed.

"Obviously Tyler likes this idea!!"

"Hey Monica, what do WE get if WE win?" Samantha yelled out "I am not whipping my tits out for your brother for nothing, no matter hot he is." She fumed as her outrage was shared by the other girls.

"Well, if we win, then Tyler here not only fulfills his naked slavery this weekend, but he has to move into our new house when we go back to school after Christmas, and his nude servitude continues there until summer."

Now they all broke out in laughter as they heard the terms, As none had taken their eyes of his cock during the whole show, they nodded their agreement, satisfied that the potential payoff was the risk of exposure. Turning to me Monica winked and twisted her mouth into a sexy pout.

"So Bro, are you feeling LUCKY? Are you ready to turn this night around and get all of us naked as we know you want."

My face was blank, but my eyes obviously showed I was seriously considering it. This was perhaps the big break I was looking for to be able live out my ultimate male fantasy. Little Tyler was doing the thinking for big Tyler, and I knew I would never forgive myself if I did not at least try to win the fantasy of a lifetime. Grinning I agreed but with one stipulation.

"Ok, I agree, but one condition. NO MORE TICKLING! You will have to get me to submit some other way, but no tickling. That would not be fair as obviously I can't win that contest."

Nodding, Brandy agreed and added her own condition. "No problem, I had not planned on tickling you anymore anyway. In fact, you won't even have to submit vocally. It will be VERY OBVIOUS when we win. So, do we have a deal big brother?"

Looking like the cat who swallowed the canary I grinned and nodded vigorously as my body relaxed. Knowing that I would not be tickled anymore, I felt assured of victory as I was in really good shape. I knew that whatever punishment they could deal out I was sure I could take as I always had a pretty high pain threshold, despite my sad showing under their teasing fingers. Grinning confidently I thought "Hell, it was only forty five minutes so how bad could it be?" With my ultimate fantasy waiting for me at the end of this short ordeal, I was positive I would win as my will and my spine stiffened. The promise of stripping them all, and especially revealing Brandy's whoppers, had me filled with absolute unshakeable resolve. I was going to win this thing!

Turning and winking to her increasingly nervous friends when she pulled out a bottle of baby oil and spun back around to look at me they all increased their giggles. Opening it she began to pour and the warm slick oil drizzled out of the bottle, right onto the tip of my cock and began running down my shaft, pooling into a large puddle on my balls. It still did not hit me yet as to what the contest was about and despite the extreme humiliation of being jacked off in a room full of women, I had to admit I was so ready to pop so I did not care. As I was totally coated, she recapped the bottle and once again sat at the foot of the bed between my legs. Gripping my cock with her toes again, she glared into my eyes as she began slowly teasing the head.

"You know Tyler, you are not going to win. There is no fucking way you can hold out for forty five minutes!! You will blowing your spunk all over my toes within seconds, so you might as well lay back and enjoy it." Looking back to the wide eyed and increasingly horny audience, she added. "Oh, what fun we are going to have with Tyler as our now live in naked slave! Just think, we will always have a clean house and never have to do laundry, cook or dust again!"

Once again I realized my mistake too late having gotten completely swept up by the idea of denuding my captors to really think out my situation. I had assumed the ordeal would more tickling at first, or something similar like maybe a beating but it did not occur to me that they would MILK me as my test. I realized I was in a really bad predicament as pain I could probably take, but this was too much. My balls already were aching and ridiculously full and the relentless stroking of her toes on my shaft already had me writhing and moaning after just a few seconds.

Clenching my teeth tightly, I prepared to try and resist the teasing assault on my shaft, and still hoping for a win I tensed my body as I prepared to resist her unbelievable footjob. I still thought I might be able to resist, but when the other girls all jumped on the bed and I now had ten feet rubbing all over my body I moaned, both in pleasure but also panic. I was done for and knew it was just a matter of time.

As their silken soles and teasing toes began to caress my well oiled dick I involuntarily groaned in a mixture of pleasure and humiliation. For fifteen minutes I put up a valiant struggle, twitching and jerking as I tried to will my seed back up into me, but it was a losing battle. Eventually friction, horniness and mother nature conspired against me and I was helplessly teased towards the cliff of no return.

With every female eye trained on my helpless body I was painfully aware of my predicament and they all were watching me very closely for signs of my inevitable eruption. Maria was the first to announce my imminent defeat to the room.

"Keep going girls!" she cackled as she was stroking my left ball with her pinky toe. "I feel his balls twitching and beginning to throb, and look at his toes!"

Every eye turned to look at my bare feet tied to the posters. Stretched out stiff as a board, my toes were beginning to curl up and I, and they, all knew that that was a definite sign of the beginning of the end. I was stoic and had my face twisted tight, but despite my concentration the groans and whimpers that flowed from my lips betrayed my losing struggle. Now that they knew I was close, Brandy gripped my shaft harder between her soles and began stroking even faster.

My chest heaving rapidly and sweat pouring off of my body like a thunderstorm, I began to shake uncontrollably. I was over the edge and arched my back up off of the mattress as I let out the longest loudest moan of my life as I fell off that edge. As the first hot boiling rope of cum shot out of me and splattered onto my chest, the girls cheered as Brandy milked me completely dry.

Now splattered in my spooge, and shaking, I was even more humiliated. The girls however were entranced.

"HOLY FUCKING HELL that was hot!" Lynette screamed as they all stared at my sticky shaking body. "I have never seen a guy shoot so much!"

Brandy, wanting to revel in her victory just nodded. Seeing me relax on the bed, and stare blankly up at the ceiling her face was smug.

"Thinking about your upcoming service to us Tyler?"

I said nothing but just stared up at the ceiling. She was right I was pondering my fate as I continued to spasm but her next words cut. Lazily dipping her big toe into a pool of my semen off of my chest, she dangled her dripping toe in front of my face.

"Show us your new status Tyler, lick your owner clean!" she laughed. As I stared at my own yogurt dripping off of her foot, I knew what she wanted me to do. Closing my eyes in shame, I leaned forward and slowly opened my mouth, sucking the saturated toe onto my tongue and tasting my hot salty extract running down my throat.

The room was dead silent as this ritual was enacted but all of them watched with ferocious erotic curiosity.

"Well now Girls, I think we are going to have the best winter of our lives with our new houseboy!" I said nothing but continued to lick as they all burst into laughter, my nude slavery dream/nightmare now just beginning.
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Story Name: Leaf Man
Author: Groundview

Part 1

Well today’s a new day and It’s the usually early morning large crowd of ten or more women waiting together, on a tree lined street.

Why am I here, I’ve been homeless for the last year and a half. The homeless are nearly invisible in this city, and since I’m feeling lost and almost invisible myself, I thought I could get to use this to get trampled into the ground with. When I was successful in the business world this would be unthinkable. I would not want to ruin by business standings. But now let the public treat me like dirt, they do that anyway.

The bus stop is right by a four foot high brick wall. In the summer time a few women can sit on the wall, but now it’s cold outside, in the late fall, about forty five degrees. I like this area since the street is narrow, so the women have really no place to stand apart from each other, just a narrow strip of concrete next to the curb.

I crawl along the ground to my favorite spot, just in the grass area at the side of the bus waiting line. There’s an old drainage ditch, and it’s been covered over with leaves and debris from years of neglect. The park’s department probably will never come and clean up this mess.

This position is best for me, it’s out of their view, under a deep pile of thick leaves, compost and loose grass. This spot is just perfect, it’s almost like being invisible. The leaf pile covers the ditch which is just two feet from the small concrete walk making the bus stop.

This morning it is about six thirty. The women are just arriving to catch the Central City bound commuter bus, for the start of their normal Wednesday work day.

I wait buried under the deep pile, I got here about five AM, dressed from my shopping kart in my black sweat pants, and black sweat shirt hopeful with anticipation that some woman’s leggy walk will land her attractive spike heeled shoes on me. This strangers foot would crush down firmly on my body, so I could enjoy her hard, unknowing presence on me.

At last, my prayers are answered, here comes my old girl friend Cortney Armstrong. Little does she know I wait for her here. I have gone out with her about two years ago, for several months, before my business failures.. She’s not really seen the real me. I have always wanted her to step on me with her foxy shoes, especially when she’s very angry at me. But today is a new day. Cortney might treat me like the dirt I’ve become very friendly with!

Maybe I’ll get lucky and her seductive pointy black high heel boot’s will grind on top of me, since the old Cortney, had so little real use for me anyway!

Let me describe my sweet, robust looking Cortney to you. Cortney is just 5’- 5”, but not too slender. She’s a strong, spunky looking woman. She has brown sharp peering shinny eyes. Her body weight is near 135 pounds. This morning she’s the first to arrive at the bus stop near to where I lay hidden under the compost pile.

Cortney’s a accountant at a bank, so she always must look very fastidious in her clothing. She is so stern in her facial expression as her tight, strong legs make her sharp metal tipped boot heel’s click and clack on the cold sidewalk. The soles of her boots, at the same time, make a soft sounding muffled thud, that hides the hard inner firm thrust of her very muscular legs. (She does step aerobics) I wish her thudding soles were now pouncing forward on my chest. Cortney finally stops walking and comes to a standstill, grating her heels on the hard cement, near the leaf pile which I’m laying deep below.

Cortney then stands in a very business like manner. She’s not swinging her briefcase side to side as the other women often do. I love what she’s wearing her black, shinny slender, up to the calf, high heel boots today. Since Cortney is not so tall, she always wants to wear heels to make her look taller and more commanding. As I look at her boots from just below ground level I notice that Cortney’s boots have dark brown discolored leather soles, which show off her brown leather boot bottoms, as I closely watch her standing, maybe two feet from me. I would love to lick her boot bottom’s clean. I wish only that she would be standing on top of my chest. I want to feel her total weight crushing down on me as she rests her feet on me through her thick thigh muscles of her strong shapely legs.

It would be also so good if Cortney might then rest one foot with her boot’s pointed toes against the side of my face, I would go into euphoria if that ever happened. My sweet Cortney has a habit of standing still with her full weight on just one of her boots high heel’s wobbly thin shafts.

Now I see her not so clearly, I dare only poke one eye thought the tangled mess of the leaf pile.

Cortney has angled one foot up on her pointed heel. If she stood on my body that with her boot’s heel poked on my chest, I would surly die under her hot tempered, heavy stepping, pose. But that’s one of the risks I’m willing to take to get the most suffering I can get from this foxy and strong no-nonsense looking female. Cortney presently does not seem to notice the mound of leaves that I’m buried under.

I get excited just looking at her blackened and soiled leather boots grinding on the ground so very close, yet so far from me. I know that I’m stealing a look at her. But I’m now thinking that some day she could be grating her scented foot’s seductive heels down on my chest out of hatred of me for when we parted our way’s, it was very messy deal.

Oh how I’m throbbing at the scent of Cortney’s Monday morning shower fresh perfume, as it wafts over the ground towards me. I now see her scrap one of her alluring boot’s metal heel tips through the pile of debris. Her raised pointed toe moves is aimed at my face as she wiggles her foot side to side, tipped up on her right boot’s mean looking, thin high heel’s. Her metal tipped boot heel makes sand marks in the concrete.

Cortney does this to I think, relieve the boredom of standing in one spot for almost 5 minutes with no one to talk to before the bus arrives each day. She effortlessly pivots her full body weight on her one slender shinny heel.

She looks so attractive while poised on the sleek cosmopolitan styled black boots as the wobbly backs of her erotic high heels show off her sexy looking leggy profile.

I hesitantly place my hand through the leaves near to where I think Cortney will angle the sole of her sleek foot down next. The sole of her size seven boot is just the right size to crush me under her rigid strong standing poise.

Just think, if Cortney’s heels were on me now, there would be blood stains up on the backs of her slender black heel shafts, as her forceful legs made her pointy heels grind deep and sink down mighty into me. After a few slow passing minutes, Cortney then shifts her foot and again places most of her weight on one of her strong looking foot’s sole quickly down.

Cortney’s foot lands with a soft thud in the leaf pile, but to have made that much noise her foot and thigh must me very solid. Cortney still has not stepped on my hand. I have judged wrong once more. Cortney places the sole of her foot this time close nearby the pile where my hand is. I watch to see how she angles her foot by pivoting her weight once more on her slender heel.

I crave that she was now standing on me. Cortney’s soft sun-tanned skin gets tense as she stands firmly again on only her one nearby and visible, thin alluring black heel.

I am so close to her legs that now, I can now smell her tempting body’s fruity perfume, mixed in with the strong leather scent of her boots.

I feel the slight warmth radiating from her body heat, under her winter coat, as it streams towards me thorough the crisp morning air. I get excited with anticipation.

I press my rod, which is now a stiff member, solidly against the ground, in order to help me imagine, my dear sweet Cortney is now standing solidly on top of my dick. I still long for that she would sink one of her slender black shinny heels deep into my stomach.

To think that such a luscious woman is so close to me, yet in reality so far. Such a simple thing as her black leather boot can get me so very excited. Cortney’s beautiful body and with her hidden manicured toes inside her strong looking black boots, which she herself, probably does not spend much time thinking of.

Yet to me, if I am lucky enough, she will step on with her foot me for maybe a moment, or perhaps even for a few seconds. What joy it would be if just for a few moments she would place her pointy toe on my hand.

I watch her seductive boots embrace the cold ground and wish that my hand was under her body’s powerful weight focused through her feet. I then move my hand hesitantly forward, once more, though to the soft earth area near to where one of Cortney’s hard boot’s sole’s is anchored. I then slide myself along the ground, pressing my stomach flatter, to be closer to her shinny rock hard sculptured stance.




Part 2

I continue to press myself down forcefully on the earth in anticipation of some sort of action I might get by her or any one of the other wonderful looking women’s feet now standing near me. I’m so excited about all the other women’s legs and shoes that I can see stepping all around now, their gathering on either side of this high leaf pile I’m now below. I hope I might just get Cortney to make a small step of her foot to land on me. If not I’ll be happy just to get someone else’s foot to grind down on me. I then, dream a dream, If I can’t have her standing on me, I might as well pretend that her rigid legs are grinding her hard sharp thin at the bottom, shinny black stabbing heels deeply into my blooded hand.

As I dream, that I’m squirming under her motionless legs, I try to imagine the enjoyment of deep throbbing pain, and foreign feeling of the closeness of her body to me! I then try to get her to make my dreams come true, as I crawl slowly, closer, quietly slowly ever so slowly forward. I try to be as close as I can to Cortney’s stationary standing, boot’s narrow toes.

Some of the other woman standing next to me will surly plant their dusty shoes on me soon, if not my best friend Cortney! I fight the feeling of shooting off my load in my pants as I press my penis firmly against the cold ground.

Still there are other women nearby, maybe one or two of them will walk forward and stand by chance near me. They are now so ever so close to me, but no one has stepped on me as of yet! Even by accident. I then decide to make another effort and move again still closer to a group of women about five feet from me. I think that under the cover of this thick and dense refuse pile is my best hope. As I slowly inch along, like some dirty brown underground animal. I spread more the leaves ahead of me carefully, so I have more of the deep cover. I must make it seem as if the wind was blowing the debris here. It’s seems to have worked, Cortney, thinking the wind blew the more leaves near her stylish boots, now walks forward, then steps up and stands on top of a new thick loose leaf pile.

If I was under that pile, she would not have noticed the difference between me and the ground. Her shinny black boots sink down quickly into the dense but soft pile of leaves, grasses and dried twigs.

This is perfect, if she happens to stand on my body, she will think it’s just more soft leaves. As Cortney stands, I see her stepping down slowly, again and again, on the same soft and matted down spot. She seems to be enjoying crushing the leaves and dried twigs under her spicy sharp looking boot’s hard sole.

Oh!... How I wish she was stepping down on me instead of the unfeeling, rotted leaves!

I continue to creep up slowly, almost too close to her feet. I don’t want to reveal my presence to her, as well as all the other women about me. I continue to I crawl near to where she now stands. She’s still pressing her feet up and down and slowly into the now almost a flat portion of the compacted leaf mound. I then carefully move my fingers forward. I grab a nearby twig and push it’s end so that it just slightly extends out of the pile. The twig is now just touching above the back of her leather covered calf.

It sticks up and rests, as if it was just naturally there, just above her boot leather legging.

I want to get her to move her foot up again off the leaf pile. This time she raises one foot off the surrounding leaves. As she raises her foot high over my view, I am so close I see the bottom of her boot’s sole.

Her leather sole, now covered with sand from the concrete and crushed leaves makes a tempting triangular wear pattern. Cortney now has her foot raised over my head. I would love to lick her dirty gray leather sole clean for her.

Cortney’s also has some small grasses still clinging to her sole’s triangular wear pattern. It’s from being mashed to it’s almost wet grass covered surface. I wish she would rub those same soles across my face. I also now see her up close. I see that Cortney’s sculptured sharpened black heel that is now tantalizingly elevated over my head. Its heel’s metal center point of her shaft is gleaming as the early morning sunlight catches its wet surface from the mashed down grass. Cortney’s now standing balanced on her other strong attractive muscular leg as it’s supporting heel slightly wobbles for just about a few short seconds.

I watch in anticipation to see as how to place my hand just under the surface of the pile for her strong thick powerful thigh to make her foot step down on me.

I hope I’m luckier now! Cortney then, scratches her raised sun tanned back foot calf with her slender brown and white French polished finger nails.

She then quickly aims her sweet feminine boot, almost straight down. she drops and angles her foot, with her slim, heel outstretched beneath her boot. Her slender boot’s heel goes quickly back into the hole through the flattened leaf area that she’s been working on so diligently.

I quickly judge where her leg might make her boot’s sole follow her heel’s descent.

I move my hand carefully through the pile just underneath her now unstoppable plummeting black streak.

My hand is now hidden by her legs downward stomp to my projected landing zone of her foot.

I then wait the few suspense filled half seconds Cortney’s strong sun tanned thick thigh then stands powerfully down!!

“A muffed crushing sound of the damp leaves and dry twigs, crackling sound is now heard.”

Wow!!!... Oh!! Boy!!.... I’m successful!!!

She now has caught my hand under her now cold, damp and gritty boot’s sole. The time I’ve been waiting for is here! My Dear beautiful looking, wonderfully stirring, Cortney’s boot’s sole is partly standing on my pinched hand! How magnificent, energizing looking!

Cortney then quickly re-steps her foot again. She now stands completely with her whole sole on my hand.

Her right boot’s massively firm and sharp looking, metal tipped pointed toe slightly overhangs across my hand. The pressure from her weight above me is intoxicating and splendid as I smell her French perfume and sharp spicy scent of her well seasoned leather boot.

I go into ecstasy as I fantasize that Cortney really knows that I am under her.

She loathes me so much, that as proof of the many arguments we have had in the past, this time she proves it by making sure to grind my hand just as firmly as she can under her foot. She wants with all her desire to spit in my face, as she stands defiantly on me with her unyielding and well placed polished glistening black boot.

I imagine that Cortney hates me so much that when I beg her to move her foot off of me, Cortney sinks her boot’s heel harder against my hand and twists her foot on my fingers, just like she would do on an old cigarette butt. As she does this, she smiles down at me, just for added spite!

But in reality Cortney’s foot is just resting not hard but firmly on the top fleshy part of my hand while her other, boot, is about nineteen inches away from my face. I hear her foot cracking the little pebbles under her other foot, as it she is still buttressing her full body weight on that leg. Cortney just stands still on me, and does not move any of her well planted feet.

Cortney’s boot is compacting my hand whiter in color as her gold colored metal pointed toe’s front edge is pressing all the blood out. Cortney now stands so still, as it appears that she is just waiting for someone else to walk by for her to talk to. Slowly as if boredom has set in, she rolls on her boots sole, to her outside edge. Cortney then presses her boots quarter inch side edge on my hand. The pain is ferocious, as her now emotionless sideways boot’s hard sharp side edge cuts and pinches unmerciful deeper into my skin just as a torrid but dull knife edge.

Dear Cortney, my dear sweet Cortney, does not move her cute sharp looking sexy boot. But then, as I feel more pain in my hand. I see her boot’s erotic looking black shinny curved sole now gets more contorted down about my hand.



Part 3

Cortney is pressing her boots sole from her shifting hips, her body is forcing her boots sole around my throbbing hand. I also love her tantalizing looking foot profile, as I see her ankle shift in small movements side to side still balancing fully on boots narrow edge of her sole, as her soft tender toes go along for the ride. Cortney then has suddenly shifts her whole body! Cortney’s foot is now pressing her narrow sole harder on my hand. I would love to scream out in pain. The agony grows more as she now shifts her body totally on me in one quick solid movement, now focusing on my mashed hand. Her boot sinks still deeper into the pile of debris.

But this time not as far, as my hand supports her foot’s total downward decent against the ground. Her black boot now rest’s only on some thin leaves as her sharp metal tipped three inch heel, waits to catch the rest of my hand under it’s pointed pillar of pain. She again raises her boot’s heel slightly up from the surrounding twigs, by supporting her sole’s firmly pressing down on my hand.

Ms. Armstrong’s full and fine and strong muscular frame rests immovably down against me, but only her boot’s sole presses deeply as she rocks it back and forth on my hand. It’s not hard to imagine my whole body under the warmth of Ms. Armstrong’s sweet smelling fruity perfumed body, as tremendous pain floats across me, radiating out from my crushed hand under her booted foot.

Cortney now only has to focus her sharp pointed black heel against my hand or to step on my upper arm for me to be in total rapture of pain and delight. She’s now slid her seductive looking leather high heeled boot forward!

Ohhhhh! She’s meshing my down hand with her heels! The pain is wonderfully intense! As the ever hardening packed pile of leaves and twigs aids in supporting my hand against her one sexy... diamond shaped pointed heel bottom! I stare closely at the back of her black leather boots, the pain wafts deeply.... over.... me.!

I’m in joy that at last a my best gal is standing with her full weight on at least part of me. I dare not breath, in fear that she might feel my hand under her heel, and become alarmed. I don’t want her even to walk away on her own. I look closely at her the back of her heel to see what about her boot on me makes me feel so hot. I see that her boots are leather.

I then move my nose as close to her slightly undulating foot as I dare. One of her boots heel’s is still digging uncontrollably deep into my webbing between my thumb and finger of my throbbing hand. My nose is now just inches away from Ms. Cortney’s boot’s sweet sweat smelling tempered leather instep.

I get hotter even more as I smell her soft looking leather boots smell. It seems to be a wonderful leather smell. But I also smell Cortney’s own scent, I see her black shinny pointed but slightly worn toe tips now slightly moves up and down against my hand, as she now shifts her body’s 135 pounds between her warm leather boot covered feet. The larger area of her sole is now compacting down strongly on my knuckles and wrists. I have a full sideways view of her black shinny pointed foot profile and the rippling contours of her boots leggy uppers.

I see some of her toes outlined in the boot’s thin black leather covering. She is now pressing her sweet toes through her thin leather boot tops. She’s slowly preparing to move her foot upward and forward. Ms. Cortney’s Armstrong’s slender heel boot will then take another bite of my hand as she slowly slides the whole boot’s sole’s rough leather bottom painfully forward on my skin.

Cortney then suddenly and resolutely pivots on her other foot’s shapely heel, it grinds the cement with a crackle. I watch it scrape the ground close by my face, and then she lift’s her foot up over my head to go my other side. While she does this, she shift’s her weight again to her other boot’s sole which is still fixed tightly down on my hand.

I see her narrow black boots heel backs swing toward my view, as she continues to pivot her sandy boot’s bottom sole painfully on hand. Her full body weight is now focused on this one boot. I see her firm muscular leg, push her cute boot in a one-hundred eighty degree turn on me as I feel my skin is creased up, twisted blood raw under her hash sole.

My hand shows raw muddy red rubbed skin. This is the part I could do without. A little blood now is wiped on her worn sole bottom, poor Cortney will wonder where it came from. She will think probably think it came from a bug, she will be partly right. Cortney continues to turn around so that she can watch another woman walking quickly toward her. With Cortney’s other boot heel, she snap’s it firmly and swiftly around, just catching my same immobile arm under her now well positioned two sharp jet black heels.

Then with both of her heel’s coming firmly down and resting on my arm, she’s now mashes on her boot sole deeply into the webbing of my hand and thumb with her heel of the boot that has its sole still parked tightly on my hand. How wonderful it is to have this erotic women’s very weigh focused on me.

I look intensely at her two black and rounded shinny tapered back heels. Her sexy foot profile, as I see her wobble her heels in my skin from her boredom. But as for me I’m in constant torment, but also pure bliss under her tall slender heels. As I look at her slinky looking boots on me, I can get only her tantalizing foot on my hand. I am in rapture with her and this painful agony, she is still so unaware of me. The look of her black slim boot heels mashing against my hand without any hope of my control over it! This is pure joy.

The feeling of her cold torment on me! I know that the sidewalk can’t control who walks, or stands on it, neither can I now! Another woman then comes walking slowly by and stands right in front of Cortney on the bus line. Cortney now gets annoyed at this an lifts her now warm and familiar foot off of my hand. This removal, let’s the cool street air greet a big red bleeding welt growing on my throbbing hand. It’s in the pattern of her small pointed diamond shaped heel. Then Cortney’s other scented foot moves forward past me, next to the tall woman. Cortney’s beautiful boots, now a several yards from me, stop on the cement as she stands there at rest.

I see at the bottom of one of Cortney’s heels shafts has a little wet spot on it. It could be my blood, but most likely is the sweat from my hand. I feel a closeness now with her foot. She wobbles on her tall heels, side to side, on the cement walk. I still get hot looking at her cute shape that was just standing on me. I wish my hand was under one of her heel’s now and still getting the biting pain from her long thin black heels. It’s a shame its being wasted on the unfeeling cement.

I’m still enjoying the throbbing pain left by her warm leather, scented foot in my hand. The Cortney and the other woman then get to talking. I move my hand to my face and take a closer look at my mashed raw red hand, and fell warmth in the pain that Cortney has given me.

I smell my hand, It smells of Cortney’s earthy leather smelling boot. It even as a faint triangular outline of her boots pointy leather toe mashed into it.




Part 4

I’m sorry that Ms. Armstrong has walked away so soon. I pull out my watch from my pocket with my painful hand. The time is six-forty! I then decide that precious time is a wasting, so I slip slowly forward through the leaf pile again. I don’t want move too fast and move any of the junk on top of my composite pile to give away my position. I’ll try to get close again to my leggy friend Cortney. I am hoping to get some more of her unwitting foot action.

I know that she was just moments ago standing on my hand I get a nice warm feeling just looking at her now.

I’m slowly crawling forward under my camouflage of leaf compost. I finally reach within a few yards of Cortney. I then prepare to spread the leaves forward easy reach of Cortney’s feet. But this time a tall woman unexpectedly steps from around the side of the pile. She then in two large steps, pins me under one of her western styled shaped boot heel.

She’s wearing a boots with thick 1 ½ inch black mid high heels. She then moves backwards in one step to get a better view of down the block. Pressing her boots heels still firmer down on side of my body. Her thick tapered heels catch the side of my back.

I feel her warm legs pressed hard against the side of my body. Her thick western boot heels have nailed me firmly to the cold hard ground. I’m feeling so hot, I can crawl no further! My back is pinched by her thick heel resting on me and her sole solidly planted to the ground.

Donna Anne, is a healthy sized woman, 145 pounds, dressed with a tweed waist coat. I look up through a few small holes in the pile to see that Donna Anne is smoking a cigarette. Then, suddenly, Donna Anne, drops her soldering cigarette butt on top of one of my left hand, now only hidden by a few leafs.

I try to shake off the cigarette. But the leaves start to rustle. Then women around me, start to look to see what is causing the rustling leaf noise. I then have to quickly stop. I hold in my breath. I still don’t move my hand as the cigarette butt starts to smolder on top of the leaves. Then Donna Anne looks down. She decides to quickly crush out her old smoke, before it starts a fire on leaves.

She’s then steps forward with her left heel, leaving her right boot’s thick heel still pressing solidly against the side of me. She then places her foot, tightly down on the old cigarette but. Donna Anne then leans forward and is now supporting her full body weight through my hand. I dare not move, since to move, will rub against her other fixed foot, and give off my position.

Pressing on my hand with her left foot, with her rugged sole, her left heel is raised slightly off the ground, so that her full leg, and thigh weight is now committed totally on my hand. Donna Anne then leans forward once more, deeply, on her left foot, just leaving her right boot heel lulling just a few inches off my back’s pinched in skin.

Then while Donna Ann is standing on my hand with her full weight, she lights up another smoke. I know that time crawls wonderfully slowly for me, as I watch her boot’s brown thick heel is raised slightly up to aid in her mashing soles effort against my hand.

But it mean’s nothing to Donna Anne, all the while she’s pressing her tough looking, boot is buried down on my compacted hand turning it blue and numb.

Donna Anne then becomes motionless there, I smell her spent brown boots up close, so close in fact that I can count the stitches in her leather uppers leggings seams.

I see her toes outline move under her boots heavy leather covering along side her pointed narrow toe. I then try to move my nose closer to Donna Anne’s foot front, while I press my body flat down. This is so that when Donna Anne moves back from standing on my hand her raised hard rubber tapered heel then press my back with renewed exciting force under her thick heel. Meanwhile, Cortney a onetime smoker, is bothered by the smoke of Donna Ann’s cigarette, has rotated her bodies attractive frame on her slender black heels. Cortney boots now familiar to me, are pointed, directly at my face.

I now press my penis down hard against the ground in anticipation of smelling her sexy body again I hope I will be by her boots again. My hand at this time is completely numb. I then glance Donna Anne’s firm thick and stationary western boot sole, parked my hand.

I then look back at Cortney’s slightly moving and pointed toes. My dick gets rock hard from the thrill of all this wonderful, close-up boot action I’m due to receive. I peer upward just in time to see that Cortney looks at Donna Anne for a quick moment. I feel something is now going to change, as I see one of Cortney’s sharp heels scratch backwards against the ground.

Cortney’s shiny left black boot, suddenly lands just in front of my face and the her other boot then immediately rises up, and then goes almost as instantly up, out of my view. Then she lifts her foot up and streaks to a blur up in my view as it disappears abruptly as well.

I still have to concentrate on enjoying Donna Anne, even as Donna’s firm sole and tapered heel is still attached to my hand, as if it was making a pancake to the ground. I wonder when she will move, as I can almost not endure the pain of her western style heel squeezing brutality down on my hand. But then suddenly in a blink of an eye, I very soon feel one sharp point of pain in the small of my back.

It’s Ms. Cortney’s boot heel that is pouncing down on me! I feel her weight of her frame digging into me. Her total body weight is now only supported by the soles of both of her boots.

I try to breath under the new massive weight of Miss Armstrong. To my wonderful surprise, and hot wicked feeling I hear Cortney talking above me.

I feel so used as I feel her voice resonate through her feet crushing down on me.

How wondrously this is to me! This is better than I could have hoped for.




Part 5

Cortney is now standing on me by digging her two thin sharp heels powerfully into my the small of my back. I did not see her come at me. She must have walked around from the rear. Now that she stands completely on me, I feel Cortney’s five foot five inch frame force her two pointy heels to dig in wonderfully and painfully deep into my back, while between her boot’s soles, the air is quickly being crushed out of my lungs as I lose the fight to support Cortney’s total body weight.

At first I can’t even take a small breath. I try to brace myself against Cortney’s innocently standing on me, her heels probe into me like knives.

Her boots soles aid in the total pain package as her crushing weight squeezes almost the last breath of air from my lungs. I quickly try to pull my hand out from under Donna Anne’s firm boot’s sole. But it’s all in vain as Donna’s has my hand under her vise like grip. Cortney’s’ boots feel like sledge hammers as she moves her feet drilling her heels down on my back.

I grit and bear it, as the woman I know in real life tries to find a comfortable place to stand on. I know she thinks is just a pile of soft leaves. My dick bangs hard on cold hard ground under me. Just in time for me, Donna Anne then peals her brown boot’s heavy standing sole’s off of my hand, and steps forward. I leave my numb hand in place since some of the wet leaves have clung to the bottom Donna Anne’s damp leather sole.

I can now see my exposed muddied hand from my position. I hope no one else can. But then I am saved. Donna Anne then quickly steps around and back on me, to place her familiar big boot’s square shaped box toes kicking it alongside of my stomach. She then makes a backward step and places one of her tapered heels, firmly down on my leaf hidden left arm.

Her boot heel, now perched up on my arm. Her cowgirl boot heel is massaging a throbbing open nerve. The pain is wonderful, as Cortney and Donna Anne continue stand on me, as they now facing each other and begin to talk.

Cortney now starts to tap down with one boot extended so that one of her sharp thin heels just poke into my back, as she if she still thinks they were on the soft pile of leaves. Her black slender boot heels act like daggers every time she kicks down on them at the bottom of her smooth strong shapely legs. I then hear a more angry conversation above me as I struggle to keep a breath in my lungs.

That fucking bastard!, That fucking manipulator! He ruined my Saturday! Then Donna Ann asks; How did he do that? Cortney then talks in a very load tone, almost yelling again. “I had other things to do but I cleared them away so I could spend the whole day with him! Then that sick lying bastard stood me up.” Cortney’s thigh and leg muscles rippled down with the thud of her heel as my body stops her stomp into the small of my back. Cortney’s powerful left side of her body and foot mash down on me. Her tight muscular frame wounds me deeply. I’ll never do that again with that sick, lying, fucking, bastard!!

Cortney then kick’s her leg still harder down with her slim boot heel. He should have called me like he was supposed to. If he was a real man! He’s like the piece of slim my heels are sinking into. Cortney then twists her boots high heel again into my soft back.

Cortney then stomped down again. Oh he made me so mad! I’m seeing stars, and blinding pain with every stomp of her powerful leg and thigh muscles. The women talk above me more, but I don’t hear them as well.

As the time progresses, I don’t feel much of her heels pain anymore. I try to enjoy warmth of their presence on me to the fullest. Her tight little body, as the dispassionate stance of her feet press her impersonal, cold heels down on me again and again.

Cortney’s heels pound down atop me. If she only knew, I lay underneath her, face down on the cold, damp, ground. I know soon these ladies will walk away and the feeling of their presence on me will be gone. I try to hold back the time, and enjoy every moment of their biting perfumed presence on me.
Already the scene around me starts to change. I’m still in pure joy as Cortney is just standing firmly, and so still on me. Her heels don’t seem to hurt as much as before. I try to make my back more rigid to get even more of a shooting pain from Cortney’s smaller sized, but angry stepping feet.

Donna Anne’s stance on my arm and hand have made it numb, as I still watch her firmly loaded foot’s boot mash my arm as I try again to smell her thick looking suede boot up so close on me. I now see some other women that for weeks, I longed to get under their feet, but not have been able to get close to.

These other women now come into view are two wonderful stylish looking women, Maria and Cynthia. Its too bad that I can’t do anything to get to them now. I’ll have to just settle for the joy of Cortney and Donna Anne who continue applying their fancy footwork on me. I now have so much to be thankful for. The total delight that these two exciting women who are wearing so seductive looking footwear and they are using me at the bottom of their feet. Then even more people start gather around me before the arrival of the seven o’clock bus.

As I stare at the feet of Maria and Cynthia, who often come walking to the bus stop together. These women are executive office workers. Maria and Cynthia, who are friends, that work in the same offices, are smartly chicly dressed. These Italian girls look formidable and ready to stomp down on anybody who gets in their way up the corporate ladder. Let alone on the city street. I would love for them to walk blindly with their stomping, sharp kicking heels all over me!

Maria and Cynthia also wear very expensive looking clothing. They have on magnificent, painful looking spike heeled shoes. Maria usually wears two piece suits made of heavy wool. Her shoes are not cheap plastic, but made with real leather soles have shinny leather on the bottom of her soles with two spiky looking three and a half inch black high heels. They must have a sexy smell about them if I can ever get close enough to them to experience it. Maria’s heel shafts are very thin, with the back portion a gleaming metallic color. Maria’s shoes, if she ever walked on me would do me some real damage.

Cortney looks on approvingly at the women’s outfits and smiles to them. They see Donna Anne and walk over to her and ask if she has seen any of the other neighborhood girls. They walk up so close to me, right in front of my face, as they come to a stop, their sharp heels grate on the sidewalk. This is great. I never thought I would be able to see these two stunning looking women up so close.

It’s so good that these other women are standing on me since they seem to be attracting all the right looking women to come by as well. Maria and Cynthia now park their feet right in front of my face, as they wait for the bus. Slowly they start to step even closer toward me. They now engage Cortney and Donna Anne in conversation, as they step up, even closer to Donna Anne. Donna Anne is the girl who is still stepping all over my arm and hand with her thick western style, heeled boots. Then Maria and Cynthia then press their sharp pointed toes up close to my unseen face.




Part 6

With Cortney still standing on my back, crushing me down, I can’t move my body at all, without letting them know I’m below their feet. So whatever they do to me, I must hold still and take it. But this is where I wanted to be. I’m in double heaven. I’m smelling the Maria’s expensive shoe leather, a smell of old tobacco smoke, Channel Number Nine, mixed with a smell of sweet worn erotic rich leather.

Luckily my nose is still hidden, buried very close to their parked feet just under the leaf pile. The girls stand by me I see the bones of Maria’s right white fleshy foot slowly radiate upward. This is a sure sign that she is about to move her black leather shoe forward once more. Sure enough she raises her high heel shoe off the ground. I see daylight under her shoes grit covered sole. Maria then thrusts up her shoe on her long thin three and a half inch heel, she then balances her body weight on her long thin heel poised very close to my face, the pointy sole of her shoe is now overhanging my nose.

But at the same time, my dear, “dainty” Cortney is still standing motionless, fully on my back. With her two slender boot heels, her weighty soles firmly wedged in a split “T” formation, nailing down on me. Cortney then shifts back her upper body weight on me. More of her weight is now committed back on her two sharp heel shafts. My penis is rock hard in ecstasy, at the fact that these real women, are still standing, focusing her very cold feet on my body, as I must hold back any grunts and take their gift of pain in silence.

“I love your winter coat” Mara Say’s “Where did you get it.! Cortney is still cutting into me, I then see Maria’s right leather sole of her shoe coming back down closer to my face and in anticipation of her foot’s contact, I get harder, even more, I have no control, over any of it. I then unload once more in my pants. “I bought it at Nordstrom’s”

Cortney moves forward on my back, so that Maria can get a better look.

Maria then kicks her seductive pointy shoe down. Her shinny upturned toe of her spiked heeled shoe now makes solid contact with my lips as I open my mouth and gasp for air under Cortney’s crushing stance.

I then now have a strange desire, even for me! I open my mouth wider, but hesitantly.

I stick out my wet tongue and thrill to the nearby taboo tasting. I lick in a side to side motion the filthy dusty coating of the dried white salt stained on the bottom of Maria’s otherwise black shinny shoe. The salt tastes putrid as I move my tongue to the tip her not so polished black leather pointed toe. This is so forbidden! I have something that no one else will ever get from her. Her well traveled dirt! I also breath in deep to smell the odor from her foot, the fresh perfume, of her shower washed body.

Maria then presses her foot down, so now her well tanned foot’s upper and lower toe area pressed firmly against my open lips. I then smell her old sweat stained leather scented perfumed footwear. She stands still on me for what seems to be only an instant of pure joy as my tongue continues to probe under her shoes bottom’s slightly raised toe area freely. Then suddenly Maria presses forward, the dirty gray area of her toe is now against the inside of my side-ways opened mouth so that she is in fact standing firmly on my inside cheek.

I am now forced to gag on shoe that she’s walked in to get here. In the exhilaration of this situation, I get harder again, ready to explode in my pants still more, as Cortney is now starting to again move her spicy feminine feet down on me again, she starts to strut in small steps on up my back… to… and around on my ass, as If she’s modeling the coat at a show.

Cortney’s erotic feeling that she is giving my body by forcing her boots heel’s down warmly on me. She is pressing my exploding dick firmly against the soft spongy soil.

I feel the pure rapture of being completely used and having no control of my own, in this exciting moment. Just to think, that if these women saw me in real life, they would look away from me is disgust. But now I have their undivided total’s focused footwork’s attention.

All three women are focusing their six legs down on me. I have three women giving me pain, which in effect is better than having no normal contact with any of them at all.

To think that beautiful Cortney is still standing with both of her shinny black three inch high heeled boots on top of my back, and that the sexy Maria’s street stained shoes, her pointed high heel’s toe is in my mouth.

Donna Anne’s standing on my hidden arm and hand with her warm looking brown western boot heels. Donna Anne’s heels are not that sharp, so the pain she’s giving me is a constant dull nerve throbbing pain. I’m pulsating with deep enjoyable wretchedness.

I dare not move any of my body, it might give away my position. I’m in pure ecstasy as Maria’s standing on the inside my cheek. I’m just thinking about how Maria’s got ready this morning. She showered, did her hair makeup, put on perfume, Oh so nice! Now I get to suck on her shoe’s bottoms brackish tasting sole! I only get to gaze at her sexy ankle. My eyeball is so close to her foot that I see only the veins of her ankle but not her sexy toe cleavage.

I continue to stare at the top of her foot’s front, just below her ankle as her shoe top is starting to be pressed more forward against my mouth. I see that behind her shoes upward arch of her foot, a strong clean well tanned ankle and ached tight firm heel of a stunning woman who I have the pleasure of, and who is standing so strong, and tall with arms folded high over my head. Maria then looks down to see what hindered the forward movement of her foot, and seeing nothing of importance. She only assumes some wet leaves or big rocks have stopped her foot within the pile. She then presses her exciting shoe forward down again just as she wants. To her it’s just the leaf pile. I taste more of her brackish grit from the sandy bottom of sole, it makes me want to wretch!

The gamy taste in my mouth is just what I need to feel completely used. But I hold back my gut as see Maria’s strong sweet looking sun tanned ankle right under my nose. I can taste her naked foot’s extra splash of perfume.

Cortney now is quietly standing, but powerfully strong on my back, with her two sharp and tall boot heels, she is slowly digging her stationary full body weight still down deeper into me. Cortney was motionless for a time, but she’s now she starts to look down the block for the bus. She then decides that this place is becoming too crowed. I then feel one of her sharp pointed heels thud down on me, as she moves her boots and thumps forward.



Part 7

Cortney’s now familiar heels move up and down my back and abruptly off my body.

She steps down right in front of my face, and walks to the curb. Maria then suddenly flips the shoe that is in my mouth, it catches on my jaw causing Maria to stumble backward and away from me.

“What was that” Maria cries out to Cortney.
“What was What” Cortney glances back at Maria from the curb.

There must be something in the pile! Cortney answers back. I almost tripped and fell-over, Did you see that!

Donna Ann then say’s “its most likely a big root. I’ve being standing on one the whole time were here. Come and feel this! Donna Ann then raises up her soles of her western boots the focus her full weight on my arm, just by standing only on her thick heels.

I hold in my scream, as Donna Ann’s 145 pounds of thick buxom weight punish my numb arm beneath her feet.

See there’s something solid under here! Donna points to the ground by her boots.

I couldn’t do this on just the plain grass and leaves. Donna then lowers both soles back to the ground but keeps her heels still parked on my arm.

Why don’t you come over here and feel this, I’ll hold on to the spot.

Maria then comes back to where Donna Ann is standing. I very nervous now.
I don’t want the women to find me. They’ll call the police and have me committed for observation at a physic ward. I’ll never get out.

See this Donna Say’s. First you stand here. Maria steps closer to Donna.

I see Maria's two pointy toes just in front on Donna’s boots. Let me hold onto you. Donna Ann then re-parks her heels back on my arm, and balances herself only on her heels. Ohhh…… my arm.. I’m shivering now in pain. I don’t dare move or make any sound.

I can’t even fidget. I want my arm to feel like wood. Maria then walks to my side and feels the ground with the toe of her shoe.

Hey I got it! Watch this! Maria now Jumps a little up, and now lands with the sole of her high heel directly on my arm. She places one hand on Donna’s shoulder for support. The two woman, now both are standing on my arm. One with boot heels only, the other with her two sexy soles balance on me at the same time.

I try and make my body rigid, to keep my mind off the searing pain that is radiating up my shoulder. Their tearing my body apart. The ground is soft and springy, it’s not really supporting both their weight properly. So my upper arm is taking all the strain.

Hey this is bouncy! Maria say’s as she start’s flexing her leg to get more of a spring in her body. (I’m in throbbing agony at this point) I feel a new dull sharp pain in my arm as a bone is about to snap.

“This must be really thick wood, to take both of us” “Hey watch this!”

Maria then, bounces once more on my arm. I feel nauseous at the new level of pain.

How could those sweet sexy feet be giving me all this. I thought I had a nice relationship with her ankle awhile ago. “Hey Cortney come over here and help us beak this root.” Cortney looks back from the curb.

“I’ll get my boots dirty” “Aren’t you ruining your shoes Maria, you have that presentation to make today?”
“Yah your right, but I having so much fun.”
“It’s just like being a Tom boy again!” Maria answers.
O.K. this will finish it off. The not so light weight Maria then Stork stands on my arm, and bounces a deep bounce. I squirm uncontrollably with the pain as I see a lightning flash in my eyes. Did you feel that? Donna? “Yah that did it!” Maria then step’s down from my arm. Is it still my arm? I don’t feel it anymore??.

Maria’s cold spike black heel now digs down into down into the soft earth right in front of me, as she walks around. The sole of her heeled shoe now mashes my fingers as she step’s past Donna’s brown boot’s still parked on me.

I now get a sideways look at Maria’s narrow sexy ankle in my view and I notice she has a small gold anklet, probably from her boy friend. I’m was getting her foot’s pain, while her boyfriend will get her warmest blue eyed love.

He will get her kindness, her caring, she will worry if she bumps into him by accident. But I’ve got her massive playful pain. I know that probably if she saw what she was doing to me, she would immediately stop, since she most people would not do this to another person.

But this is what makes this so sexy. Maria can hurt me, and not care about me, and help me on my journey into my ecstasy! I’m in pure rapture.

Donna Ann finally get’s off my arm and turns around to face Maria on my side. Maria then turns to face Donna, she’s twisting her sole again on my bloodied hand.

And with her other foot lands her toe first on the side of my face, and then to the ground scraping my head with her heel. It’s obvious at this time they don’t care where their feet land here. All safeties are off.

Maria then walks closer to her friend Cynthia, leaving a big red gash in my scalp where her sharp, metal pointed heel slid off me. Maria and Donna Ann are still happily unaware of me, and the torment they have given to me in their boredom.

Cynthia was looking on, just a few feet away, smiling, as Maria and Donna playing with the tree root (me). She then walks closer as the girls are just now talking in a small group. Cynthia, Maria’s friend, also has a small gold anklet, it shines brightly, as she stands in apprehension, wobbling, tapping the heel of foot up and down!

On the downward stamp of her foot she’s pressing her sole tightly down on a few of my fingers, from my other outstretched hand. She’s just standing there with all her 125 pounds of slender body weight focused on her black high heel shoe sole pressing against my newly caught right hand.

I see her tall black high heels grind back and forth, and from side to side on the soft earth, as she sinks quickly into the soil. Her scuffed up black vinyl soles become visible as she starts to poke her foot though the leaves.

Cynthia shift’s her weight more on her cold narrow sole. Her foot then rests firmly on my other hand. Cynthia’s sharp high heel moves off of the ground as she leans forward to laugh at one of her friends jokes. Squeezing down on me with almost all of her weight from her eye-catching height. Her legs are tall and motionless to me. Her outgoing warmth is directed to her friends, although I feel her body heat broadcast down from under her tweed coat and feel her warmth of her cold foot and my now tingling ice cold and numb fingers.



Part 8

I quickly turn my head the right side, away from the curb towards the wall and park trees to see Cynthia’s heavy foot is still mashing solidly on my fingers.

She shifts her body again, and resumes her normal stance. Cynthia nails my right upper arm with her black high heels full foot profile crushing my finders and spearing my arm. I then try and move my other arm that Maria and Donna Ann had played tree root with.

I turn my head again slowly to the left. I can’t feel my fingers! I now quickly see I can’t feel anything on my left side! It’s like my arm’s asleep, it’s all numb and dead.

This is bad! My left side is just laying there useless to me. That snap of lightning, with Maria’s last bounces must have dislocated my shoulder, or worse.

The women then see their friend Brenda jogging in the street. I’m their now familiar friendly foot companion, Cynthia’s “heel” lifts up off my arm, and leaves a narrow hole.

With a quick pivot of her sole’s on my mashed down hand. The sides her shoes crinkle up as my hand’s skin is twisted white, then a red color under her shoe’s firm sole.

I now feel cheated since I did not get a chance to get another hard-on from Cynthia’s sensational shoe’s leather sole, which was for a moment standing beautifully still on my feeling hand. Maria and Cynthia now call to Brenda jogging along in the street. They then quickly walk over to Brenda, as they go ahead of my groveling body, grating the concrete under their not so sure-footed, wobbling high heel shafts.

I hear through the leaf pile their thin heels making heavy robust scraping sounds as their uneven fast steps cause their, metal tipped heels to drag along the concrete sidewalk. I can see the dropping of some sand off the bottom of their dark gray dirt covered soles.

Brenda quickly trots over to meet them, is now standing at the curb, dressed in a dark blue sweat suit. She is also black high top Reebok sneakers, with large floppy black laces. She’s got her white sweat socks bunched nicely up between her sneakers and her blue sweat suit.

She’s so trim and slender, weighing just what looks like about 125 pounds.

Her brownish golden hair and a pink ribbon holding her pony tail together makes her look so sweet. You wonder why she’s working so hard at it, but it seems to be working. Then suddenly someone calls out; ‘The R7 bus is coming ladies’

I brace myself for what I see as the impending passionate army of stiff women’s wide legs striding down to this end of the path.

I can’t move my left side, I can’t protect myself, in case some strong footed lovely lady is determined to step on my head with her powerful foot.

I quickly poke a small hole with my other mashed up fingers to peer out from the leaf pile. I then try to cover my head again with my now freed right hand. I do it just in time!

I see ten or twelve pairs of women’s wide and firmly striding marching boot’s and shoes approaching me. A while ago they seemed to be a distance away, but now as they march great deal faster toward me.

I now see the women’s shoe bottoms are strutting along at a straight line for my defenseless body.

I see the women coming toward me. I’m still laying on the ground along side of their direct line of march to me. I won’t get them all tramping on me at the same time, but I will get a few of then hopefully to pass by.

I see some of their spike heel shoes swallowing up the ground under their fast, strong stepping march. I look at the women tramping the ground, their quickly coming at me!

I see their heels and soles pivot, up and down, up and down, again and again.

Their getting larger in my view with each forceful skirt flipping legged stride.

A few of the women now are almost upon me now. Their walking is coming very near, almost right along side of me. I hear their thin heels grating on the cement, getting louder and louder. Still they keep on coming nearer to me. I feel their legs pounding thought the solid earth.

A few seconds more, I hold my breath and wait for the first encounter.

I see one women’s quick stepping foot. It’s almost too close for comfort. She lands her sneaker style walking shoe’s leading heel quickly down. It lands almost in my face!

Her heel lands just in front of my face. I smell her sharp scented rubber sole, just before she zips her other foot up in a white blur just past my eyes.

I close my eyes, and hope for another woman to safely pass by, since most of the women, are wearing heeled shoes. As the crowd surges very close to me, I feel the warmth of many naked stockings and paints covered legs!

Suddenly, their here. I’m now being trampled down hard under many feet!

Oh!.... The pain! Four or more unstoppable knife like ladies heels, looking for a place to fully support their mistresses bodies. A unseen woman’s worn to the metal, white high heel, lands directly on my back.

I hold in my scream. I see stars as I grit my teeth, as I hold in my deep throbbing pain from this woman’s downward stomp. My left side awakens to knife like searing pain. My dislocated shoulder is now under her lively stepping nasty heel.

She’s making me dread waking up today! I then think this is wonderful as their essence on me gets me hard. In the next step the tormentor who’s foot in now attached on my back, this woman’s brutal heeled shoe, will most likely get off of me just as fast she has landed.

I think this as the pain from the ladies standing atop my back, with their heels wedged against the small of my back. One woman is standing with her two feet on my dead left side arm.

Oh she will most defiantly walk on from this unbalanced stance. “But they don’t move!” They just stand still with their shoes parked me!

It’s looks like theses women are comfortable where they are. There standing on me now, they have no desire to move on but are just looking for other women to talk to.

They just want to anchor their unmerciful brutal footwear down on me. The women are now just standing still on what they think is the empty pile of leaves. I again hold on as the gut wrenching pain increases over me, as I struggle not to scream. The women above me continue to twist and dig their shapely heels and sculptured sloping perfumed soles down on me. I see their beautiful ladylike and stunning tan colored pants legs thrust down on me from overhead.

The women above me don’t even know I’m here for them to even to show some pity to me.

They think how wonderful it is to go stomping with their feet, through the pile as it was on a summer’s day. As if they were just kids again. I feel the closeness of their warmth as their body heat radiating downward on this cold morning as if it was shafts of sunlight. Then more women come and stand next to the other women who have parked their one or more of their shoe’s heels on me. The air in my lungs is all but crushed out of me. The pressure of their immovable feet is sending punishing blows from their stringent and strong legs. I smell the many scents from their foot filled assemblage, but I can’t even see their faces since their hidden above the sea of tall disembodied legs, and paint suits. The alluring silhouettes of fashionable women’s high sharp spiky heels. The other flat heeled shoes, dirty work shoes and white dingy sneaker soles all in concert, make me feel so hot, even as my left side, throbs like an open wound.

They continue to press down on me in one massive blanket of perfumed undulating feet and of cold arched heels, and worn down white sneaker treads.

Then some women’s gray half bootie foot tramples on my the side of my face. Her foot then slides off, scraping my face. She then re-steps her boot, tipping it up on her low heel.

She’s just standing with her foot just propped up on my face as if my face was the curb stone, her other boot is nailed to my dead right hand.

This is too much. My guts are being squished out, I feel like a rag doll run over by a truck.

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Story Name: Leaf Man
Author: Groundview


Part 9

The woman with the gray half boots press her blackened tar stained sole more solidly on my nose and across my cheek, for a moment.

Then suddenly she plants her boot massively down on my cheek and eye, bringing up her other foot up to land both of her feet on unevenly on my head.

I see star’s and bright flashes of light as this unknown woman park’s her flat heels against my ear and temple.

I try not to moan, as this lady just gets comfortable perched on my sideways face. Her boot soles crushes on the side of my head while I have a ringing in my ears.

“I see you found the tree root” Maria call’s to the woman!

“I don’t think it’s a tree root” “It feels more like a old paint can.”

“It’s got a wide shape to it, and it feels sort of flat.” Ms Gray boots say’s

“Ladies let me get through here” As Maria walks through the bus line of people.

The unknown lady then turns to face Maria, steps on my jaw and neck full weight while she steps back to the ground unbalanced. Her left gray boot lands quickly right in front of my nose.

“Hi I’m Cathy”. Ms. gray boots announces to Maria.

Cathy then kick’s back her boot heel, and slams it into my nose. Flash in my head again.

Stopped by my face, she grinds her foot back up and against my nose to slide her boot bottom and along my eye and hair. Ahhh …. She’s back perched up on my head..

Still other women walk past me, and some side step on top of my back.

They still step down deep on top of me. At times the crowd pauses, once more, a few of the women take their time, by parking their feet still on dead left side. They stand still on a few of my spread out fingers. Their immovable feet may nick the side on my other hand on the right side of my body and then crush my well placed fingers under their plain flat black or brown colored soles.

“So what makes you think this is a tree root.” Cathy asks?

“A while ago I was bouncing with a friend of mine on what felt link a tree limb.”

“We felt it buckle and then it had no spring left in it. So we stopped.”

“It was just something to do while we wait for that dam bus.” Maria then tries to feel around again for my arm with her slender looking black high heel.

She stabs at the ground with her familiar three inch spike heel. Cathy turns herself slightly to the left, grinding her flat heels into my neck and twisting my face under her boots grimy old sole. Maria is getting closer again to my hidden left side.

I’m in so much agony. My right hand in being crush by somebody’s else’s flat sole.

My back is being speared by two women facing each other, jabbing their shoes into me.

I can’t hold on much longer. But I know If I pass out I won’t wake up.

It’s too hard now to breath. I can’t tell them to get off I had enough.

“White searing pain!!”

“I found it” Maria calls to Cathy “It’s right here” Maria found my shoulder by standing only on her heel. She just continues to jab it into the ground, to dig down into the well matted leaves. Her heel shaft nails into my busted up shoulder.

A new level of pain rises from the background of warm of rolling pain.

“Hey you want to bounce on it with me Cathy?”

“Sure It beats standing on this paint can.” (my head)

Oh please don’t. Have mercy on me. I almost want to yell it out. But it will surly be off to the nut house with me. I think my leg is broken from the last fat woman standing on my knee joint with that rock.

Cathy then steps off my neck and face. I don’t feel the difference. My face is dead to any change. I can’t even move any of my hands to get the circulation back to my face..

I’m still nailed to the ground by the women above me.

A woman with plain white Keds sneakers, walks softly but weighty along the sidewalk from behind me. I feel the coming vibrations from her strides. Then quickly she steps down on the back side of my calf muscles.

Oh no not again. My leg is definitely broken, I’ll need help getting out of here.

She seems to be picking her way through the crowd of women. As luck would have it, she walks firmly up my back with her two solid steps and then solidly on my head with one step of her firm stomp of her foot.

I guess she does this to avoid the other women who are still standing on my hand on one side and Maria and Cathy on the other side.

Then, the woman with the sneaker, while she has one foot is wedged my head, I squint to see her other off yellow rubber colored bottomed sneaker streak forward. It lands with a soft thud next to my ear on the ground.

Now the foot on my head rolls off of me with a twisting hair pulling pain, and then she quickly steps ahead of me, a short distance. She’s just trod, all over me.

Then just as suddenly another woman then walks along, I see her small brown leather flat heel shoes, go past my nose very quickly. Just as quickly as before another woman then steps up on my back from behind. I get hard, as I feel her body heat radiate down on me and smell her sweet perfume. She then steps forward on me, with just one hard downward stomp of her foot.

But then just as suddenly, as if it’s an after thought, she then stands still on me with both of her shoes on the back of my neck.

I’m enjoying her lighter than usual weight, but she’s still crushing me by standing on me! But although its just with some low heels of her smooth bottomed footwear. Then this woman steps forward once more and I see her shoe bottoms are low heeled black patent leather shoes. She then lands her strong foot silently down just in front of my nose.

I look at her worn heel bottom, her slender powerful ankle, that’s planted right by my cheek as her other mate is still anchored rigidly on the back of my neck.

I’m in so much discomfort as the woman steps off of me and walks away. I see that she was a young Chinese lady. Surprise I’m still here, as luckily this woman was not that heavy.

“So lets begin, you take that side while I’ll hold on to you” Maria tells Cathy.

“I don’t want to slip like I did the last time.”

Maria’s spike heels have found my busted up shoulder while Cathy’s size nine boots stand length wise on my throbbing arm.

“When I say go, Lets both jump up and finally break this thing.” Laugh’s Maria.



Part 10

One Two Three Jump… They both come down on me at once!

I hear a sound like a TV test tone. Time slides forward very slowly. I can hear my heart beating.

“One Two Three Jump… I taste my guts. My back cracks again with another flash.

My hand is stung with a heel but I don’t feel a thing..

“One two three Jump. …”

I just stare at a twig in front of my face. The ground tilts sideways while I taste bile and blood in my mouth. There is a flash of bright light again, then everything dims out.

When I start to see again Cortney’s is standing next to my face with her black shinny boot toe pressed against the bridge of my nose. Cortney then steps forward with her other foot on my head to ask Maria a question.

The left side of my body, just flops and twitches uncontrollable now. My fingers are missing a few nails, their swollen, blackened with blood and dirt and I think my arm is finally broken. My shoulder … I can’t feel the thing, let a lone move my arm.

Maria is standing on my legs while Cathy, Ms Gray boots, has both of her flat heels crushing across my back. I just can’t seem to get any air into my lungs.
I have a splitting headache, Cortney’s boot is almost in my eye, the heel is resting on the side of my nose. If she moves her foot now, I’ll be blinded for life.

My face is pushed partially into the earth a the rim of the leaf covered ditch.
“Your sure you heard someone moan” Asks Cortney to Maria.

“Well it did sound like it. There were several low moans, pretty scary. It came from around here but all ladies are talking so much we couldn’t tell.”

Besides that was about 10 minutes ago, and we haven’t heard anything since!
“Well I wouldn’t worry about it. If there was someone sick around here, you would seen them by now.”

Cortney re-steps her foot that’s parked on my head. “What I’m I stepping ON?”

“That’s the paint can” This area is so full of crap, it’s a wonder no one gets hurt here. Cathy tells Cortney.

“So why are you guys sweating so much?” Maria then smiles at Cathy, then she speaks to Cortney. “Oh nothing much, just early morning jumping jack’s.”

“You should try it, It really gets the blood flowing before your stuck in your office all day. We found that tree root again, and really bounced on it to pieces, but it’s still there.

“Do you want to try it? Maria asking Cortney.

“Like I told you before, I don’t want to get messed up.

Cathy smiles and says “But there’s always casual Friday.”

Cortney steps forward again, and now with her other boot hard sole, crinkles solidly on my broken fingers. Her heel is then lifted from my hand and joins it’s mate on top of my head, as I sink further into the dirt. Her boot heels now spear my scalp though the leaves, as she steps off my head and stands by my left side facing her friends.

The smell of all these women’ fruity sensual perfume, their feet digging into my back is pure joy. Their walking on me and mashing down on my back and twisting their feet on my body is sweet.

The women’s scents. The women’s leather aroma of their worn shoes is erotic, the mixture of the crowds many fragrances.

The perfume that they are wearing. The smell of them in the early morning with fresh shampoo, fine leather coats, burnt cigarette smoke, shinny black heels, their hair spray, fur and woolen coats. Then as luck would have it, I feel a new unfamiliar pressure on the side of my only working hand, it is strong and has a flat crushing feel.

It’s a young female college student. A brunet young woman. One of the young women call to her from down the street, Crystal!

I can’t see her girl friend now, but I hope she’s wearing some mean looking footwear. My thought’s are now focused on Crystal. She now steps with her shoe much firmer on top of a few of my right hands extended fingers. I turn my head to slowly see what type shoe I’m dealing with.

I look closely at her blue jean covered leg and then down to her shoe top. I am careful as not to move any of my leaf cover lose. I then move my head slightly closer to a leaf opening. I then see that Crystal is wearing black suede, deep tread lug hiking boots.

These shoes have real thick rubber soles! They look so cute with their yellow and black plaid colored laces. Her full weight of her slender body is positioned wonderfully on me. Crystal then moves her inch thick heel to stand firmly right on my wrist. There is a strong firm clenching pain.

Maria who’s still standing on my legs, drills her high heel, into my thigh muscles, and twists her foot to get off of me. Cathy then steps off my back, I can now get some air into my crushed lings. Cortney then follows them back to the curb, as the area keeps getting more crowed with other commuters.
Crystal, a young college student, then shifted her hips. She then moves her body so that her leg had is forcing more of her heel to be resting against my wrist.

I’m in exultation since I see her stern hiking shoe wiggling, as it’s mistress is forcing her soles bottom still to compact even harder on my hand with her young strong body weight.

Suddenly Crystal makes her foot turn sideways along the side axis of her shoe. She stands on my hand with her shoes side edge acting as a rubberized knife blade.

A few long moments pass, then just as suddenly, she puts her foot flat against my skin releasing the blood flowing back to my hand. I’m in bliss, because I see my hand still flattened under her white, cute stockinged, strong female legs and ankles.

This new woman feet seems to be very fidgety. One of Crystal’s girl friends then walks quickly by and stands close to Crystal and in doing so, her flat heeled bicker boot, lot’s of leather fringes, zips past my face. She too almost steps on me.



Part 11

Rebecca, also a college student, is wearing frayed dirty black, flat heeled boots. Her leather boots scent is very strong, the smell makes me so hot.
But then suddenly Rebecca turns to her side and then steps back with one foot and lands her boot partly against the side of my face. Crystal then moves closer to Rebecca to stand completely on my right side’s hidden arm with both her nasty treaded hiking boots.

“I waited for you at my house, where were you, I can’t be late again!!” - Crystal yelling at Rebecca!

Crystal’s once warm feeling soles now sends a sledge hammer of pain into my hand at the bottom of her thick legs forceful stomp.

Rebecca, then backs up some little to avoid Crystal’s violent motions. She then lifts her booted foot that’s pressing down on the side of my face and jumps back with both hard feet to land on my head! Another bolt of lightning sears through my skull!

Her solid body is smashing her boot soles into the side of my face. I feel a snap in my mouth, as the most terrible pain is felt there. I think my jaw is fractured now!

Rebecca’s worn boot bottoms feel like sandpaper, as her ruff soles, re-twist constantly on me for her balance. Mouth is in agony, as I twitch in spasms of madding dental pain.

I try to smell the bottom of her old boots, as the exposed rusty nail studded heels, grind into my face. -- I still try and enjoy the moment.

They have the smell of stale musty cigarettes and fresh leaf rot.

“Remember you told me to meet you at the bus stop since your car was not running!” -- Rebecca Yelling at Crystal. As she speaks, Rebecca then re-steps her foot and grinds one of her heels more firmly into my face, to emphasize her point. My vision is now pinched shut! Her heel’s exposed little nails cuts into my scalp, as her two pointy soft toes curve up on my face. I smell her grungy boot bottoms, smashing wonderfully against my cheeks and ear. Waves of pain roll over me, as my jaw compacts under her weight.

“My car’s running, It’s my dad’s car that’s in the shop!

“He took mine again.” – Crystal more calmly speaking to Rebecca.

Crystal then feeling the tensions ease a bit, stands only on the edges of her turned outward hiking boots. Both edges of her hiking boot soles are now spreading my the skin of my hand in two directions at once.

“So why didn’t you call me, I was waiting for you.” -- Rebecca say’s grinding her foot in my face again, as she’s annoyed by Crystal’s lack on concern.

-- Oh stop stop stop is say to myself.

“I did call,” --- Crystal stamp’s her foot down on my now swollen hand once more!

-- But you didn’t answer!

“I was outside waiting for you! -- Rebecca digs at the ground with the heel of her boot. (my mud caked ear is under her foot)

I’m starting to lose conscious again. Another flash of pain. “I have that zero period class, I can’t be late for It” – Rebecca. The “R7 bus pulls up to the curb, behind me I hear the people talking and laughing about the start of the day. I can’t turn my head to see them, since Rebecca is still standing fully on the right on the side of my face, with Crystal mashing my hand to the ground.

My day has begun, with a crushed body that probably only the Coroner will find.

The R7 bus pulls away from the curb, in a cloud of blue diesel smoke, which leaves everyone now waiting for the main, city center bus to arrive. “Mid Town #1” -- The “M1”

It’s usually very crowed by the time it gets here. So the women now start jockeying for a position on the line. The many women now bunch up.
There’s about twenty people more still here. I hear my friends talking in the background. (Cortney & Maria)

Rebecca’s boot heels make my face numb. Her constant stationary standing on me is sending searing pain from her crushing 110lbs of weight on my head and jaw.

Someone’s heel stomps down on the back of my shin bone, and then digs a heel into my calf muscles. It then balances itself between my busted leg, and the small of my back. This full weight person just stays there. Then a new sharp pain pinches against my ribs, and then slams down on my back.

“Excuse me, let me get through” -- I can’t see what that was. I’m being ground under foot with no knowledge of who’s doing what to me. Just like a sidewalk. I hear the crowd of women now talking louder as they move closer in my direction.

I hear heels grating on the narrow sidewalk. Rebecca then turns to face the approaching pack of commuters, she turns her back on Crystal, twisting her feet on my now swollen face. Her nasty little exposed nails, of her well worn boot heel pull at my skin, twisting my skin into a tight white bunch. My face is wet now. I don’t think it’s just sweat. Then she moves her two feet to thud down back on my neck..

Crystal finally steps forward sliding her shoe along the ground. She then kick’s me in my face. My head snap’s backward as my lips get between my teeth and the front of her shoe.

“Oh.. I tripped on that stupid rock.” -- As Crystal’s stumbles against my face, with her other foot. Smack. In the face, again by her other lug soled boot. My jaw tells me about it again.. big time. If I had any secrets -- I’d tell them all now. My nose is bloodied this time.

“The ground is a little uneven but you should stand here” -- Rebecca points to a spot closer to her. (My neck and face are under that spot).

“This area is filled in with just the leaves from the park.” – Rebecca

“When are they going to fill in that drainage ditch. – Crystal, she then joins Rebecca as they both now stand on my crushed body. Rebecca has her solid weight on my sore back, and dislocated shoulder while Crystal’s nasty treaded hiking boots land side by side down into my sideway turned face and jaw.

I try to moan in silence, as I grasp at the inert dirt to keep my nose above it for breath.

I think I lost a tooth from that last kick. I’m nauseous again, I can’t get any breath in my lungs. They all are crushing the guts out of me. I sob into the dirt, shaking in pain.

“Probably next year, when it’s election time they’ll fill the ditch in” – Crystal answering again.

Both young women quietly standing on me, their weight grows increasingly heaver, as I loose my fight to support them with a meager about of air in my lungs.

The air that I struggling to suck in smell’s of their fresh perfume while I’m ground up under their earthy smelling boots.



Part 12

Crystal and Rebecca are still standing motionless on me, as I struggle to maintain breath in my lungs. Both of Crystal's strong legs are being supported by her hiking boots lug soles mashing into my face.

Her boot treads have sunk into my skin, as the leaves and twigs, she stands on, don't offer any resistance to her solid stepping weight. I'm dimming out, even though my broken jaw sends waves of pain, that would keep anyone else awake. The unknown woman who's been standing on my legs, has her sharp heel’s doing a nice job of cutting off the circulation in my thigh muscles.

Most of the women commuters in this narrow area now look down the street to see the approaching "M1" bus. It's arrival this morning is latter than usual, but soon I’ll be able to crawl away from this spot and get myself rescued by some passing jogger or park walker.

I think a nice six month stay in a hospital will put some meat back on my bones. I’m sure to miss the colder days of winter, but I have a good excuse now, and they won’t turn me away with this list of injures. I’ll just have to survive the next ten minutes and I’ll be home free!

The long awaited “M1” rolls up to the bus stop, hissing and clanking, as all the well dressed ladies line up by it’s front doors.

“I don’t think anyone can get on, it’s already pretty well packed” --Rebecca say’s as she starts to get off of me. Crystal peels a her boot’s tread from my face, stepping down off me she then lifts her other foot forward with it’s mate on the ground. The two young women, come off of me, as I start to get air back in my lungs.

My skin, gets a refreshing cold draft, as raw scraped flesh is exposed once more to autumn air. I can now turn my punched in face slowly back to the curb, to finally see what’s going on.

“Every ones lined up alright, but no ones getting on the bus!” -- Crystal talking to Rebecca

The bus then lets go of a big blast of compressed air, and then it’s engine sputters off. “Oh what’s going on?” -- Rebecca

Then it happens, the front and rear doors open up, and all the passenger from the overcrowded bus pile out.

There all young women from… I can see them now, from a Catholic Jr. college. Uniformed jackets, skirts, and black mid high heeled shoes. At any other time this would be a blessing, but now while I’m just trying to clung to life, I’m going to get trampled worse than before. I’m now going to be mashed into the park land.

“I’ll never get to school now!” Crystal say’s as she grinds her foot on the ground. Rebecca is also quickly looking for a safe place to stand, since this area is going to get wall deep with people very soon.

Too late… the wave of young women from the bus floods in the little area between the curb and the four foot wall of the park. The woman that was standing on my legs is forced to move up my body. She’s moving up me slowly, stepping first on my back, one heel then grinds into my ear as the sole of her scalloped sling back shoe slips off my head, grabbing at my hair, as she falls off of my head. Ahhh. Her other foot land’s with a stomp down on the ground missing my nose, but not by much.

Then almost immediately I feel one foot, then one stomp. Then two jabs in the small of my back, then two stomps on my legs. Three weighty legs come at me in different directions. Someone kicks hard against my ribs. I feel a leg slam against my side as a young women almost adult sized heel pinches my stomach skin against the ground, as she stumbles to stand on me with their her other leg. Oaf. I’m squished again.

Their must be four or five young women who bouncing around on top of me now. No no no they just don’t stand still, their constantly shuffling their feet around. Chattering about this impromptu vacation their getting.

“Oh Sister Mary Ellen, she’s going to be so pissed that where late.” One of the young women chuckles

“Too bad. I hope we get there by eleven, I’ll miss the math test.” – Another young women say’s bouncing on my legs.

-- My legs are all gooey now.

“I’m getting compacted into the ground again, these young women are not light at all”

A cute brown three inch heeled oxford styled shoe slam’s into my dead left hand. It’s hard sole and unforgiving brown heel, remains now motionless on my already bloodied fingers. Then the young women other shoe back’s up slams up against my open mouth. Her worn down leather heel is just resting against my inside lips. I’m now in agony and ecstasy again.

I smell this young woman’s clean white socks, a laundry fresh scent mixed in with her sweet perfume. I’m once again looking at someone’s shoe nailed against me, as the foot’s owner knows nothing about what it’s wedged up against.

Three pairs on legs, with knee high plaid socks slowly pass in front this 20 something young woman. They then have company as four more legs, appear just above the rim of the leaf hole. I try to see past this young women’s solid foot looking straight across the ground to see what other foot wear is in store for me. The earth and leaves are so well matted down by now, I can’t see a thing.

I fear now that the same will happen to me, as there are way too many people here.

Slowly I feel more weight land on me, some one’s standing only on their heels on my mangled, dislocated shoulder. Up and down, they stand. Two sharp points of pain for a few seconds followed by a hard downward slap, then a massive area of pressure. Then back up for more.

Then suddenly Brenda steps up on me from the park. --- She’s the cute jogger from before, with Cynthia and Cortney. “What’s going on here” -- Brenda asks one of the uniformed school young women.

“The bus had a break down, and where waiting for the “R7” to take us the rest of the way. – the college preppie answer Brenda. Brenda then presses her black colored sneaker sole down on the other side of my hidden neck. Her sneaker is half on my neck and half off. I smell her old sneakers sharp rubber scent. Her work-out sneaker’s still have some good tread left.

Brenda then kneels, down putting her knee on the ground over my face. Her bony knee digs in my broken jaw, like I’m having root canal work done on me, and just casually ties her sneak’s laces.

To have an exciting, robust looking woman, resting her foot on my neck. While an army of prep school students, young adults, crush me unknowing under foot into a wet puddle.

At least I’ll go out happy.
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Story Name: Leaf Man
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Part 13

Brenda is so muscular and strong as I feel her solid mass through her lumpy white sock brush up against the side of my neck as she wobbles to get her balance. I feel the warmth of her other sweat suited knee wedged on my face while the coldness of her sneaker’s sole bottom is parked on my neck. Brenda now stands, and repositions her other sneaker, completely on my sideways laying head. Brenda muscular legs are squeezing the side my face into the earth, to support her full body weight.

The throng of young college bound women, about five or six of them, are also standing across my body, in various positions. Their all pretty much facing each other. One on the middle of my back I think, two straddling my crushed legs, their three inch heeled shoes are hard at work cutting into my naked leg bones. Their pivoting on my legs as if they were balancing on logs. A few young women are partly standing on me, as shoes, punch at my back as they keep stepping on me to break the tedium of waiting.

The girl who has her foot nailed to the front profile of my face, quickly kick’s forward her shoe, leaving her total weight balanced on my numb left hand. Her solid heel twists quickly to the left as she’s momentarily off balance.

She’s grinding something on the ground in front of me, with her other foot. “Slam back into my nose again”. Her right shoe’s three inch heel, climbs up my eye socket, and comes to a rest against my sideways laying nose. She then shifts her body weight back to her penny loafer heel on my nose. I start crying from the pain, as she pivots on that sweet smelling leather heel, back and forth, as it’s parked in the well of my eye. My guts are slowly being squashed out of me, there are to many young women on me.

I moan in quiet agony, the chorus on injuries is singing me to sleep. She’s not going anywhere, this is just to relieve the monotony here!! I’m just her earth toy.

I then feel a nasty burning pain in my right hand. I want to quickly snap my hand to my side, but I can’t move. Some girl is standing on it, with her thick block heels.

I then smell it, it’s cigarette smoke. Oh my … Most of these young women are smoking! In a park area! In dried leaves! I’m going to get burned real bad. My right hand, maybe I can just flex a few fingers to brush off the smoking stub… I’ll then be O.K.

I’ll have to concentrate real hard as the girl with her shoe in my face is driving me crazy with agony. -- Too much pain. I can’t breath again. I’m getting that upside down dizzy feeling. There all standing on me, crushing me under their innocent looking flat shoes.

“Your going to Becky’s party on Wednesday night. One of the school young women asks another.

“Yea” say’s another pulling out her portable CD player… She starts to tap her foot to the dance music from her ear piece. (Her heels stomping on my back)

“I want to be ready for Jimmy when he asks me out. It’s one of the few times I get with my school and after work schedule. She’s starting to hop and stomp on me. She pulls out her earpiece, and instantly “Latin Club” music fills the area.

Young luscious legs, crushing me into the ground, while the young women chatter happily above me in their plaid skirts.

The burst of music fills the area, as my women friends come back from the crowded curb.

Maria finally sees Brenda and quickly approaches her!

Brenda sees Maria and steps off my head with a hard leap like action, snapping my face harder to the ground from above. My eye kisses the girl’s heel parked in my skull’s eye socket.

“I was looking for you, but with all these kids I just thought I’d wait till your bus got here! -- Brenda tells Maria.

“Do you smell something” -- Maria

“Yea the stupid kids are smoking” – Brenda

“No It’s not just the cigarettes, it smells more like leaves” – Maria (No it’s not only leaves, its skin)

“Hey you… stomp out that smoke by your feet.” --- Maria tells one of the school young women.

The college co-ed with the three inch block heel grinds the smoke, with her heel angled into the ground. (she’s grinding my hand under her heels sharp edged metal wear tap)

The girl then look’s annoyed at Maria, and stomps her foot again, and again in mock defiance with authority. My one good right hand is now burned and crushed under her cute looking brown shoe. Then the other girl who’s been standing on the bridge of my nose and eyes steps forward to move from the area.

Cold air greets my face with blurry vision, as her wetted heel, from my tears, moves away from my face. Her left foot peals off my flattened hand. I can see the imprint of her heel in my skin now as my vision slowly returns to me. It’s a nice waffle pattern. It seems her heels were new. Lucky me. Virgin shoes.



Part 14

As the blanket of penny loafer mid heeled shoes press my body into the cold ground, my guts are squeezed flat from me like a tube of tooth paste. I blank out and then seem to soar above the heads of all the up and coming young college women.

As I’m flying I see my little stretch of parkland, with the crowd of brown and fair-haired young women, in clumps talking, laughing, as cigarette smoke wafts in cool fall air over them. As I fly higher, I finally have no pain, but I have a feeling that I don’t want to leave yet.

I see down the block a bus maintenance truck working on the back of the disabled bus, as I float above it all. Then suddenly I’m stung awake with awful needle like pain!

Cynthia has her metal tipped high heel shaft on the top of my hidden left hand.

The pain is intense as her shinny black pointed toe angles downward to make a quick landing. She’s pivoting forward with all of her weight on the heel of her boot. The toe of her boot thuds down scraping against my forehead, and lands her solid foot scraping the skin down the side of my face.

I breath deeply to take in the sweet leather scent and body perfume of this enchanting woman who doesn’t know I’m her. I’m in ecstasy as the punishment is too strenuous to bear. I start to pass out again and see white dots in front of my eyes, as Cynthia’s boot’s sleek metal caped toe jabs into my eye.

I can just about take little breaths, as I’m still being crushed, by all the happy college women.

Cynthia’s high heel boot sole raises up, she puts her full body weight on the ice-pick-like thin high heel. I want to yell out in pain, but the other young women have crushed all the air from my lungs. My mangled left hand is nailed to the ground, flattened as a pancake.

“When do you think well get to work.” Maria asks Cynthia.

“Probably pretty soon.”

“Their working on the bus already and I think I heard them say there sending a replacement.” -- Cynthia

“How will they get it here?” “The street is so narrow” – Maria

“They’ll probably have to move the disabled bus first.” --- Cynthia responds.

Then I see in slow motion, as pain waves through my hand, Cynthia pivots her angled up boot to the right. She’s placing her whole body weight against her one shinny heel, as she kicks her other solid foot over my head, and steps around to look down the block.

She’s drilled her total body’s weight against my now bleeding left hand. I see her two needle like heels, parked side by side. One heel is on the grass, one heel is on top of my hand, with both of her hard boot soles planted firmly on the ground in front of me.

I think Maria is to the side of Cynthia, since I can’t see to well. My back has still a few young women standing on me.

I then hear a commotion from down the grassy path. The pack of eager women start to rush forward on me.

One co-ed plants her dirty grass smelling, brown loafer sole right on the side of my face. She’s just crushing my cheek under her solid leg into a few rocks. Her hard heel, grinds into my ear, as her other damp leather shoe scraps, and slides down on the side of my head. I moan in throbbing pain to myself.

“Hey move back, you guys” – Cynthia yells at the young women, as she’s pushed aside.

Her ice pick like heel is pulled quickly from my mashed hand, to revel a nasty white lump of flesh, quickly becoming muddy red once more.

“Sorry we can’t help it” There pushing us all forward.

Another solid foot crushes against the back of my neck, as the once quiet blanket of warm soled shoes, moves forward up my body.

The girl that stood on my cheek now moves off, and is quickly replaced with a nasty black block heel smashing down my cheek into my nose.

This young woman’s black heel’s bottom, scrapes my face, as it’s mate slides harshly across my head to continue on it path.

Then another woman kicks her foot along side of my face with her plain brown shoe. Grit and dirt are shoved into my open moth as I struggle to breath under all these ladies walking slowly forward on me.

Then I hear it, a loud bus engine!

Move to the side, Move to the side. A man is yelling! Move to the Side.

Oh no… Oh no.. I can’t move at all even if there’s no one on me.

My legs are broken my shoulder is dislocated, my hands… my hands are mangled.

Oh please…..

All the people backup from the curb, and fill in the patches of sky around me.

Their legs press down, on my as my body.. I can’t discern any one foot or shoe from the rest.

The bus engine gets really loud as the earth vibrates with it’s massive weight.

And then I see it! A big black city bus wheel rolls to a stop inches from the line of people in front of me.

The mass of people start to pack down on top of me, getting ready to load this one bus.

Attractive shoes, nasty old lady shoes, step back, mashing their owners weight down on me. Heel to toe, along the top of me! Side by side, they stand.

My gut’s are coming out my mouth. Fading to black again. I hear my heart in my head.

Thump bump thump bump….. thump bump……… Thump bump

Then the front bus doors finally open. Just ahead of my shoulders.

The crowd slowly shuffles forward on me.

The young college women start to push forward in mass on me. Two to three shoes parked, and angled nastily down on my neck as the young women stomp their feet jockeying for position to board up the narrow bus steps. One shoe stomps on my head again. I see stars, as another cute looking toe, rams into my face. Flat heels sink into my hand skin, and twist my flesh into tight bunches. One young woman places both her wet, grass stained shoes on my face, and pushes forward against the crowd. My jaw has a cracking sound. Blinding white pain again. Lights out! But only for a moment. I dare not pass out.

Then a new pair of black leather shinny low heel shoes comes, digging her heels into the earth slowly along side of me, as some others are walking now just on the damp grass.

This woman’s heels seem deceivingly wide from the side at first glance. The backs of her heels are worn as if she drives a car. Her shoes are big about a size 9 ½ or 10. As I look at her heel back’s I think to myself:

“These are the same heels and soles that can control a two ton car just as easily as they can crush me.” The woman slowly comes closer, a tall woman as I can just only see her black nylon colored long legs.

I get excited smelling her sharp shoe scent and extravagant perfume as she stands next to me. Suddenly she hammers her one heel down on my back. Then with her other gusty black shoe, she twists her heel firmly into my busted up arm. Then her firm hard leather sole clamps down on my wrist. I then stare at her close-up black heel as it angles back and forth against my arm, for no apparent reason.

Her heel continues to sink in deeper into my skin as the pain grows more than I thought possible under this mean stepping foot.

Then the woman who now has my full attention leans down as if to pick up something and whispers; “I see you...!”



Part 15

The waiting city bus is quickly filling with a new load of Jr. college women. They are grinding their feet on me as they struggle to board the bus. Since the bus is on the park’s grassy area, the bus step is high up. Several young women swarm around the front of the bus entranceway, standing firm, and not backing off an inch to anyone. Just as they’ll do in the corporate world!
They don’t want to be left behind.

“Hey move up there, move! I want to get on too!” -- A bold young one yelling at the others.

A three-inch block heel, grinds against my ear, as the sole of another young women well worn black uniformed shoe, twists solidly against my head.

“Mooovvee. It!!

She yells as she struggles to push her way on-board, grinding her gritty shoe sole against my squished in face. Her heavy twisting foot leaves my face, but then her thick heel quickly falls back on my hammering busted jaw! Ahhhhh! Searing lightning pain into is flashed in my head. Her last step onto the bus didn’t last long, as she was pushed off. She now stand’s with both angry feet with hard worn heels, side by side on my face.

“You F..in #$#@$’” or words to that effect! “

Yelling, as she stamps one foot down on my head, and then she slides off my face, pinching my skin between her earthy smelling soles, and the hard dirt below. I puke my guts into the dirt, at the same time another colligates owners platform boot kick’s the back of my head. This woman does not even let me be sick, as her big heel blurs down in front of my face, scraping her sharp edged heel against my nose.

“Get out of my way, let a big girl get on.”

My nose is now bloodied, as another strangers foot stamps down on my face. Six pairs of legs and heels crush the all the air out of me. The regular women commuters are lined up from my legs up to my neck, waiting to board the bus. My face is being pulverizing by strong young feet twisting their heels, stepping forward on me once more. Smiling, happy young women, in their hast, jamming their heels into my hands, neck and face, to get a better footing, for their last desperate push to board the crowded front bus steps. The bus drive yells at the eager stepping women

“I’m full!” “Wait there’s another bus just seven minutes behind me!”

With that he quickly closes the front doors, leaving the rest of the young women still standing with all their weight on my neck, arms and busted up face. The bus then lumbers off the grassy area, and thumps back into the street with a cloud of diesel smoke.

“So you like being under women’s feet!” The tall woman speaks.as if to herself.

Who are you talking too? --- One of the college women asks the tall woman as she steps to the side and looks oddly at her. The young women shoe, kicks scrapes the top of my hidden head, as she turned. Then the tall woman then steps forward and squats down to the ground. She’s standing on me with both shoes nailed up on my shoulders. She feels with her hand through the layers of leafs to my face, so she can get a better look at me. She then leans over and say’s in a low sultry voice.

“Hi” “My name is Bonnie”. What’s your name?

The college girl gives the tall woman a wide-eyed look, she just thinks this woman is talking to herself. Bonnie then strokes my face with her warm well-manicured fingers. Then using only three fingers, with her polished red nails pinches into my face, for a hand hold, as she leans back, balances squatting on my dislocated shoulder. The college girl looks at her friends, winks and they all move far away from the crazy lady. Bonnie then shifts her weight, leaning back on her heels more. My dislocated shoulder remembers it’s still a part of me, and quietly tells me with mind numbing pain.

“Here is something to wet your whistle.”

“You’ve must have been here all morning with nothing to drink!”

“You can have my Coffee”

Bonnie then pours out her hot coffee from her 7-11 cup, down on me. The steaming coffee burns my face and neck, as Bonnie’s 140 pounds of weight, makes sure I can’t escape.

“Did you enjoy it?” “I’m so happy you did!”

I am shivering now from pain, and my wet clothes. My skin is burned, my cheek and neck by this crazy lady. I can’t even hope she’ll move on. She’s enjoying herself tormenting me.

“You know”… “If this is what you want”... Bonnie keeps talking as if to herself.

“I’m going to enjoy helping you out!”

Bonnie then stands up, still balanced on my back. Her weight is just in one spot, as she stands motionless on me! She then leans forward, just on the soles of her shoes, to press down firmer on my throbbing back. As I moan, in pain. Bonnie say’s

“Wonderful I can fell your moans, right through my shoes” She steps down harder.

I want to be a million miles away right now. I Don’t want anybody to know I’m here. Let-a-lone some crazy woman, who really wants to hurt me. Bonnie then stamp’s a foot on me, jabbing me with her extended heel. A new sharp beam of intense pain! She then stands, again, flat footed with her total 140 pounds of body weight compacting down on my neck. She then lifts up both her shoe soles, to stand balanced only on her heels, as her weight sends cruel pain into my back.

“I hope you are enjoying this” she mutters as if to herself.

She starts to strut back and forth, walking, only on her heels, up and down my back side.

I try to move my limp left arm, in an attempt to brace myself, as her probing heels crush the daylights once more out of me, but I have no strength left to resist. Bonnie’s tall and shapely black nylon covered legs look so feminine as her small two inch heels dig deep into my body.

“I wish I had worn my sexy 4 inch heels today, you would have enjoyed them so much!”

Finally Bonnie steps off of me and kicks back some leafs to cover the thinning areas on top of my body. She is very careful not to let the leaves move to reveal my position to the others. Bonnie then jumps up, and land’s with both feet on my crushed arm! Her small heel arches hook into my arm, a snapping is heard in my head, as my arm tears once more from the shoulder socket! Blinding pain. Too much!

This sexy tall woman is working up a sweat pivoting from one shoe to the other taking turns balancing on my arm and neck. I see stars as she pulverizes me under her continuing torturous heel arch. I start to pass out, but she slaps my face with her sole, keeping me awake.

Finally as another bus approaches, the twenty of so women move to get out of the way of it. Only Bonnie stay’s by my side. I think she protecting me from the oncoming city bus. The new bus pulls up on to the curb, and then on to the grass, to the right of the still parked R-7 bus at curbside.

Bonnie motions the bus to stop in front of my shoulders, right next to my arm, so as to allow all of the others an easily climb up on my back. Bonnie then stands by my head. Bonnie smiles sweetly at the bus driver, and he stops his bus right by my shoulder, as instructed. Then Bonnie stands with her feet on either side of my head.

Bonnie motions for the women to line up for boarding. They quickly start to walk through the leaf pile in a straight line to the bus, every one looks ahead and not down, as they press closer to each other getting ready to finally climb aboard.

These women are calmer than the Jr. college women but they will not allow any one to push ahead of each other. So they walk close together. Pressing down on me from all directions. For the next step is the bus. I now lay with my face to the side, looking at the looming steps, and the legs that will pass over me. Then Bonnie casually steps up with both shoes on my face, while holding on to the side of the bus. I moan out loud as her heels dig into my head and scalp. I just can’t help it.

“Shush” Don’t make a sound!

Bonnie shifts her weight, plunging one foot more on my cheek, to make my face twist into the dirt to shut me up. I get the message, and struggle to remain quite as more pain floods into me from my broken jaw.

The army of women now stand all around me. They just, start to walk forward and step on me. I don’t know what pain to focus on, I feel the pain of their spike boot heels. Solid dusty soles compress my body. Through my squinted eyes still pressed into the dirt, I see the dense packs of warm sexy tanned legs swarm around me.

They now walk forward on me, crushing me down hard, one young black woman, with thin scalloped boot heels, looks back to see what she is sinking into. It’s the small of my back. It’s must feel so soft under sleek looking leather boot. I scream into the dirt, Bonnie grinds her shoe more against my lips. As she’s doing this she talks to the young black woman and distracts her, so she just stand’s there, sinking her thin wide heels more into me, and waits her turn to move up and board.

The others just move up on by one, trampling down indifferently on me as they talk to their friends. Their heels stab at my back, spear my neck, as they stand firmly on me. While sucking dirt, I manage another scream. Bonnie quickly rams her shoes pointed toe sideways into my open mouth. I gag on her dusty leather toe and finally pass out, under the big crush. The women still casually walk forward on me, one by one, pounding their weight and feet down on me.

When I awake it’s night time. I’m still in my hole. I’m ice cold and in searing pain. I can’t move a muscle. I then find a balled up piece of paper, pined to my sweat shirt.

It’s hard to un-rolled it with my busted bloody fingers.

It’s nice pink note paper, with little red hearts, from that crazy lady.

It has an address on top and a message at the bottom.

I’d so love to make you to a suffer more!
Be at my house at 8 PM Sharp. Friday!
I’ll do to you what you know you need!

Sincerely,
A friend who understands you better than you!
Signed --- Mistress Bonnie.

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Story Name: Ultimate Human Rug
Author: LisaLisa


It is actually pretty difficult to find someone willing enough to sacrifice themselves so unobjectionably as to become simply something to walk on. But when I do, they are the ultimate human rug to which I have no qualms about using.

To be honest, It is pretty difficult to disguise a man’s body laid out on the floor, so most people have a difficult time trying to ignore it and use it for the purpose of say a carpet, footrest or step. But, after doing it for so many years, you do actually get to the point that it actually becomes simply an object and its usage is so; that one can use it as part of the furniture to which both entities reap their rewards.

I adore having a rug that can take anything I dish out. It’s the ultimate gift for the girl that has everything, lol.

I remember an incident about five years ago, when a friend of mine met a chap at a party, who insisted he could take whatever she dished out! A brag you should not speak of lightly. After much deliberation, we invited him over to a house we were clearing and sorting out for one of my friends to move in. We placed him on the floor in the hallway next to the front door and simply left him to fend for himself. Our final words were “when you have had enough, go home!”

There were about five of us that day and the amount of stuff we had to move back and forth was incredible. However, this chap was laid out length ways in the hall and promised he would stay there for as long as it took… Ha… ha!

After having a coffee, my friends and I started to unpack the car and also move out a load of horse tack to be sold off. We traipsed in and out of that hallway like nobody’s business and this poor guy on the floor must have thought; what the hell have I let myself in for!!

Anyway, much to his credit (unless he had passed out), he stayed there and took it. It became like a game for us girls, because we would walk on him without a care in the world and very often stick our heels in to try and make him move. He got severely trampled on the arms, legs, body, crotch (yummy), chest, neck and head.

I know I got him good and proper in the face a couple of times with my riding boot heel, but he just stayed there and took it. The heel of my boots are pretty dam hard and his skin would get completely distorted as my weight passed over him, lol.

At first it was quite annoying to have to negotiate this squishy body on the floor, but none of us wanted to tell him to move and the more you got use to it, the easier it became to walk on him. I don’t know if we leveled him out a lot, but he actually became useful when trying to negotiate the large step next to his head and by stepping on his face, it was easier to carry stuff through.

I remember taking a large box of books out of the car and it needing three of us get it into the house because it was so heavy. Our poor little rug got completely crushed under that one I can tell you and he was severely kicked around as we stumbled and giggled away trying to get it through the hall and up the step. I know I stood on his neck accidentally and then stumbled on his head without looking, but hey, we were having fun and ended up in hysterics with this huge box of books.

In the end, we were using this guy pretty much as a normal carpet and after getting use to him being there, he got the full weight treatment pretty much none stop.

He took everything we gave and apart from the occasional grunt and groan, he was great fun and totally obedient in respect of not being anything other than a rug! I could step firstly onto his willy, then onto his chest and then his head as I negotiated the step.

I could feel him wobble underfoot and if you stepped on him hard enough, you could get a great little bounce as you took a step. When all five of us walked on him in a line, you could feel him tense up really tightly and he would try to hold onto the floor like nobody’s business. The thing to do would be to dig your heel in as you hurried over him and watch him jolt around trying not to double up! Lol.

My girlfriend kept him of course and she still uses him on and off to this day!

And just to let you know, this is actually a true story and I tell it because that is ultimate objectification. Also, if you’re interested; that little rug had one heck of a list of injuries; including two broken fingers, one broken tooth and two very badly bruised ribs. He was so covered in bruises a couple of days later, that even his t shirt hurt him, lol. As for his face… Mr puffy man! Lol.

Okay, so now back to your post: “cruelty through indifference” is up there along with “objectification” and if you can get that scenario working properly, it is great fun and trust me; it does not take long before you begin to ignore the fact that you are using a man to stand on while you talk on the phone and you relax down and stand there properly.

You have to remember… I don’t feel my own weight! Especially if I am busy doing something else. And I don’t realize how much my heel is digging in because I am literally just standing there and expect the ground to hold me no matter what I do.

Underneath it all though, as much as you like the trample, I love the idea of doing it, and as I have said before, there is a real kink in using a man to walk on, stand on and rest my boots on, which is probably more of a real turn on than you lying there taking it, because I don’t have to suffer the pain of it all and simply have that inner feeling of power and yes….. Satisfaction!

You have been truthful and open to me, so I will now do the same; My best ever trample came with a guy I have known for a long time and when he asked me to stand on his face in skinny stilettos, I could not refuse. I was a little apprehensive to start with, because the heels he pointed out were terribly skinny and one slip would have made a real big mess, lol.

However, I stood on him and my mobile phone rang!…

Now I could have stepped down and answered it, but I was so comfortable standing there with my one heel on his temple and the other dug well into his cheek, that I thought.. sod it! And stayed there! He went all quiet as if he had passed out, but I continued to talk on the phone for about three or four mins. It was a business call about someone wishing to use the stables, so my mind went from the guy on the floor, to a booking, and if it was not for my heel slipping into his mouth, I may have forgotten what I was standing on altogether!

In the end though, I finished the conversation and stepped back off this head and onto the floor.

**********


Story Name: Race Track Trample
Author: Sparky


Michelle was one of the “trophy girls” at the local race track. Trophy girls are the attractive young ladies who hand the trophy to the winning driver after the race. They were also in all of the print advertising for the track as well as the television commercials. So, needless to say, the girls were real lookers. It was nice that race car mechanics like me generally got to know these women fairly well since we both spent so much time around the track on the weekends.

Michelle was a fun one who would talk some trash and generally act mildly flirty just to keep things interesting. She and I were work friends. Her uniform was really cute with a miniskirt that showed off her long legs and a t-shirt with the race track logo on it (which was probably two sizes too small). And, of course, a pair of white or black go-go boots. Those boots were knee high and tight fitting to her slim calves with block heels of about 2 or 2 1/2 inches. Typical boots for cheerleaders of that era.

One day I was lying on the ground under a race car doing a suspension adjustment. So my body from the chest down was sticking out from the front of the car. Michelle came into the shop and saw me. She walked right up, stepped on my stomach and stood on me while she leaned forward on the car and looked down over the radiator. I could see her beautiful face as she grinned at me with that perfect smile. She just said “Hi, Sparky” with no acknowledgment that she was standing on me. But I could feel the weight of her entire gorgeous body crushing down on my midsection.

I looked up and said “Hi, Michelle!” “I love your boots.”

That day she had on these black suede zip up boots with about a three-inch flared sculpted heel. She then stood upright and I heard her giggle as she started walking around on my abdomen with those boots. She was carelessly stepping right on my member and, needless to say, I was getting instantly turned-on.

After a couple of minutes of this she must have clearly felt my growing erection under her boots. That made her start laughing even more, at which time she started stepping back and forth constantly on my groin with her boot heels like she was salsa dancing on me.

After many, many steps there’s no way she could have missed the full erection now bulging in my pants. She then held on to the car’s hood and stood directly on my penis, grinding both boot heels down on it. Her toes were in the air and all of her sexy body weight was centered on her heels as she twisted back and forth. I thought I was going to explode in my coveralls!

She finally jumped off of me when she saw a race car coming down pit road toward the shop. I got out from under the car and stood up. That was when I noticed her dusty bootprints all over my stomach and lower abs. She started getting giddy again as she helped brush me off. Michelle looked up at me, straight into my eyes, and in a really slow and seductive manner said “you’re all dirty” with an impish grin on her face. And right then I wanted to have sex with her on garage floor. But I simply responded “We need to do this more often.”

She was radiant. I never before have seen such a pleased look on a trophy girl’s face. At that moment she confided to me that she had always wanted to step on one of the car mechanics so she could prove to herself how powerful & dangerous she was. But that she had always been afraid to bring it up for fear of being stigmatized as a “weirdo”. She also said that when she saw me under the car, she just couldn’t help herself.

“I’m glad you couldn’t.” I told her. “In fact, you can step on me all you want anytime.” And she responded by giving me a big hug.

After that incident I got trampled by her several more times. It was always when absolutely no one else was around, which was a pretty rare thing at a busy track. But it became our secret little game.
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