Even though these red shoes with high heels were not on sale, I couldn’t resist the urge to get them. After all, the money won’t fly out of my pocket and this will be considered a gift from my Slave.
Still, I need a way to test these nice shoes before I get them out, and what better way is there than a nice session of trampling with my slave? I bet he can think of few other ways, but I’m positive I don’t want to hear them. I told him I want to find him prepared for this and no excuse will be allowed. So just as soon as I walk down to the living room, I see him with his shirt off and a belt around his neck. He lays down to my feet and starts kissing them slowly, licking the shoes and going a bit more on my legs.
“You like the present you bought me slave?” A surprised look gets towards me and with that, he says “yes”, having a drowned voice. They were really expensive, but I won’t mess his mind with this now… I let him cover them with his lips and allow going up, inch by inch on my legs. I lift a heel and shove it in his mouth, moving it as if I would do with my strapon. He licks them good, as if he would try to pull money out of them. That’s so sweet slave… and in that second I push the heel down his throat, making him choke and fall on his back, coughing. Now it’s my turn…
I get close to him and push him down harder with my right foot, watching as the nail of this heel makes a small hole in his skin. A pain whimper gets out, but not enough to satisfy me. I push harder and twist, I want to see him feeling this. He does, but there’s still more room for pain. I get up with both my feet, letting all my weight on his stomach. I wouldn’t do this if I knew he can’t take it, but seeing these abs flexing so nice makes me think that this is a good exercise for him. He now has the look of a weight lifter who tries to go beyond his power. But, he can see under my skirt and this is a bonus for him.
“Face down Slave!”
As soon as his back is facing me, I get up again and start making small steps on it. Each step brings a moan and leaves a nice red spot. I love my new shoes… Now, it’s time to see if the distance between my heel and the base of the shoe can fit on his neck, so I push it hard, making his face flat on the floor. All my 127 pounds are now pressing on his neck and I expect a crack anytime now… At least I hope for one, but I know it’s not gonna happen, he’s too strong and can take this with no problems. I go again on his back, as if I’m talking a walk on a street, checking closely to see the traces of my heels. With every step comes a moan, so I press harder and bring the moans to the level of screaming. This seems to excite him, which is somehow a good thing but it doesn’t do much for me. I want to see more traces on his back, so I push the tip of the shoe on the skin while I draw circles with the nail from the heel. Now this is fun… The small deep squares on his skin, lining together to make a circle is a joy for my eyes, and along with his creams, the joy becomes arousal. I feel wet and I start rubbing myself through the skirt, pressing on my middle as hard as I press on his back. I can feel his ribs as his skin slips on them and while I’m doing this, I see his crotch getting bigger. I think a last moment of maximum pain is in order for him.
With same small steps as before, I go to his neck and start walking slowly towards his ass. When I reach to it, I make sure to press hard on his crack and push those jeans hard. They rip and my heel slips between them, again on his skin. This time, the scream was so loud that I felt my vagina shivering with pleasure. Without any waiting I do it again, lowering my steps. I twist the nail so that the penetration is faster and he screams again. It’s time for my last step now… I put my foot in that swollen spot and start twisting hard as he screams “no, no, please don’t!”.
By Savvy Femina