placed in a situation of master slave. But here I am. As you can see I
currently work in a shoe store. By the time I get home shoes and feet are the last things that I am interested in, or so I thought. Then I met Rick.
Cool guy, about 6' tall and in great shape for a man in his early 30's.
We met at my favorite after work event, bowling. We lived in the same
duplex, so this night we drove my car. On the way home our conversation
got a little off the wall and even into the gutters. Rick wanted to know if
I had any hidden fantasies, that no one never knew about. being honest
I told him that I had none. Rick on the other hand said that he had one,
one that he had always wanted to act out on but never could.
spell he said that he had always wanted someone that he was in full control of. I looked at him strangely. He said Yes that too.... but I want
to be the master of another man. This was strange to hear out of Rick
but also exciting, as Rick usually is quiet and very private. To find out
that Rick wanted a slave was something new. We talked a little more
about it till we got home. Rick said good night and went over to his door
Then he stopped I thought that he was going to say something but he stepped inside and closed the door. I went in and got ready for bed. I had
just truned out the light when I heard someone knocking at my door.Grumbling I got up and answered the door. Rick stood there and then asked to come in. I closed the door and dropped into the chair asking him what was up. Rick said that he was going to be blunt. I want
to act out my fantasy. Tonight, he said with a demanding look. I said with me??? Yes he replied . I told him that it didn't think I could . Rick
looked like I had stepped on his pride. As he got up to go I said ok
but if I don't like it I get to quit OK. his face lit up like a match.
that I was his for the commanding. I WOULD LATER REGRET THIS.
Rick stood up and said that I should wait for him. As I waited my immagination went wild Rick returned with 3 different sets of shoes.
I thought that the shoes were funny but decided not to ask about them.
He said he wanted me to clean his shoes and if I made a mistake I was
to lie down on my back for punishment. Responding to his demand I picked up a pair of shoes that he had dropped on the floor and started
to get up. Did I tell you to clean those shoes he demanded? Startled I
said that he did not specify which shoes. on your back he said. Not knowing what he was going to do I did as he said Close your eyes he
demanded, Ahhh I thought he's going to throw water on me, Just about that time I felt the most excruciating pain in my stomach opening my eyes I looked up and saw Rick STANDING ON MY STOMACH befor
I could react he stomped his other foot down on me. looking down
at his feet I saw that he was wearing sockes shoes with the hard rubber
spikes. Rick noticed that I had opened my eyes and said did I say that
you could open your eyes. With that he picked up the foot on my stomach and stomped it down hard. he stood there rocking his feet like
he was standing on a log. Finally he got off and said clean these shoes
while I change. Slipping out of them he threw them at me. sore and
catching my breath, I started cleaning them. I cleaned them and placed them on the table. He looked at me and asked since when do we put shoes on the table? He stood up and placed his foot in the middle of
my chest and pushed me to the floor.
one. Standing up he said you can watch this one. I looked down and
saw that he was wearing hiking stompers. With each step he asked
if I could feel him grinding me into mush. I looked down to see if he was
just about the time to see his big feet step down on my stomach I swear
his heel was barly on one side and his toe stuck out over the other side
of me about 3 inches My thoughts at that time was of Paul Bunion!!
He put the toe of one foot in my navel and started bouncing up and down
twisting as he did. Then he placed the heel and did the same he started
walking only on the heels. this was when I thought that he was really making mush out of me as I could feel and hear my insides moving under
his weigh. I thought that he would never get off. When he did I tried to set up My head was spinning and my insides hurt. I kept struggling trying to get up when Rick said I didn't say that you could get up.
I felt him stomp down on my chest so hard I lost my breath. He walked up to my head and placed his foot on my face this was where I was going to draw the line. I was to slow. Feeling the pressure of him was
almost all I could stand but I noticed that he had changed his shoes
they conformed to my face. Still it felt like my nose was about to burst
when he stepped on my chest he walked down and jumped and turned
in the same motion almost blacking out he trampled and stomped on me till He got tired as I had almost lost feeling or so i thought. Turned
out, the shoes were soft soled gym shoes. and as large as Ricks feet
were the weigh was supported over a greater area. Rick twisted, stomped, jumped, and trampled forever. Finally he smiled and said
you learn a lesson? Yes I replied almost to sore to move, I learned that
I don't want to do that again, Rick smiled and said that is the punishment part , you haven't seen the rewarding side of this. So sure
you want to give up now???..........