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Femdom Trampling story

 

A Night With Cindy

 

 

 

Cindy came into the room wearing only a pair of black satin panties and a sexy, wicked smile. She turned on the light and walked silently to the side of the bed where her husband, Don, was tossing and turning painfully in a restless sleep. As she pulled back the covers exposing his naked and freshly scarred body, her sexy smile turned into a throaty, satisfying laugh.

 

"What!? What are you doing?" Don protested groggily before he was fully awake and knew who it was.

 

With great anxiety and trepidation, he quickly realized it was his beautiful wife, Cindy, and she was wearing that same sexy, yet incredibly innocent looking smile he had come to know and fear. He glanced to the floor quickly and whispered a silent sigh of relief when he saw that her soft and lovely feet were bare even though he knew that many of Cindy’s murderous spike heels were only a few feet away in the closet.

 

Knowing this, he began to plead in earnest. "Oh please don’t, Cindy! Please don’t hurt me anymore! It’s so late and I’m still hurting so bad…." He saw the familiar mischievous sparkle in Cindy’s eyes and felt the familiar sting of tears begin to fog his own. He begged her even more earnestly, "Oh my beautiful goddess, I’ll do anything you want only please don’t trample me anymore. You hurt me so bad tonight, Darling. I think you may have done some permanent damage. I don’t think I can take…."

 

"Shhhhh," she interrupted his frantic begging with the tip of a dainty, freshly manicured fingernail over his lips, "I really DID work you over didn’t I, Slave? Those jagged, metal nail-heads sticking out of my spikes can really do some mean damage can’t they, my pet?" she giggled.

 

Cindy looked down at his chest smiling, "Tsk, tsk! Poor little baby! I guess I probably scarred your little nipples for life but you really should get down on your hands and knees and thank me for not KILLING you under those mean, little spike heels! In the mood I was in, I could very easily have done it you know," she laughed heartily again.

 

"Okay, I know I got a little carried away tonight and I’m sorry my little feet were so mean to you, Sweetheart, but after all, you ARE only dirty, filthy scum under my little high heels and everybody knows it really doesn’t matter what happens to dirty, filthy scum now does it? Besides, at this moment I’m feeling kind of amorous and you know how badly I need to trample and maim your worthless body when I’m feeling like this!" Cindy ran the tip of her luscious tongue over her lips in eager anticipation.

 

"But this time I’ll hurt you by walking on you lovingly instead of trampling you in anger," she continued, "it’ll be a much nicer hurt, I promise you. Now, be a good boy and go get me a pair of very high, sexy spike heels! Why don’t you get the black pair with the thin spaghetti straps so you can see the milky white skin of my sexy, little feet while they trample your worthless body into the carpet! I’ll be gentle with you. I promise."

 

Don, of course, knew that he was indeed very lucky to be alive from the trampling Cindy had given him earlier in the evening. He also knew that Cindy had no idea at all what ‘gentle’ meant and she knew even less what ‘sorry’ meant.

 

"Oh God, Cindy, the heels on those shoes are thinner than the straps! They’re like ice picks! They’ll finish killing me, I know they will! I should be at the hospital right now! I know I can’t…."

 

"Well… ," she interrupted impatiently, "If you’d rather… I’ll just go downstairs and slip my dainty little bare feet into the ‘annihilators’ again. I’ll be only too happy to finish what I started earlier - only this time you won’t have blue jeans on to protect your puny, little ‘pride and joy’ and I’ll definitely trample it under my heels a lot longer than a mere twenty minutes! I’m not mad at you anymore, Honey, in fact I’m feeling relatively tender and loving towards you. You DO want to keep me that way - - don’t you? I might even let you make love to me when I get through with you," she winked down at him with a devilish look in her eyes, "IF there’s anything left of your manhood that is!"

 

Don trembled as he remembered vividly back to four hours ago when he had been begging for his life under Cindy’s ‘not so loving and tender’ high heels. His beautiful wife had come home expecting to find an empty house but he had not gone to work as he was supposed to. Cindy had stopped abruptly when she came through the front door and saw him sitting in the big chair watching TV. She continued frowning for a moment then grinned maliciously as she calmly slipped out of her soft and innocent looking, baby-blue flats and into her sexy but deadly, blood-red ‘annihilators’ as she had affectionately named them. She never put them away anymore. Instead, she always had them laying around the house in plain view to remind her husband of what would happen to him if he ever displeased her. She strode over to the chair and stood majestically in front of his shrinking form. She silently ordered him to the floor by pointing her slender index finger at the rug in front of her feet.

 

In spite of his horrible fear, Don had wasted no time in getting to the floor and groveling like a dog at his gorgeous wife’s feet. He knew from very painful experience never to keep Cindy waiting - especially while she was caressing  herself erotically as she usually did just prior to trampling him. Cindy stepped harshly up onto his quivering body as though it were something offensive that needed to be crushed out of existence. She then proceeded to methodically and brutally butcher it under the thin, 5 inch, stiletto heels of her lethal, red pumps leaving the chest, face and groin area extremely bruised and bloody and, in many places, badly scarred and disfigured. Even though she had started in a fairly angry frame of mind, by the time she had finished she had been moaning softly as she had continued to run her fingertips over her taut nipples and sensuously rub her palms gently on the damp area of her silky, black panties.

 

For Cindy, there was no nicer, more erotic way to become aroused - no quicker turn-on - than to literally walk all over a naked man and trample him ruthlessly into the ground using only the sexiest, highest, most painful pair of heels in her wardrobe. She liked to think of herself as an ‘executioness’ in heels. Her red pumps had always been her most vicious pair of shoes - even before she had made Don remove the protective rubber tips from the ends of the heels with a pair of pliers leaving only the very jagged metal nail-heads exposed. That had been on a night when she had had a couple of large glasses of wine and had been in a particularly playful - which translated to ‘very brutal’ - mood.

 

Even though Cindy, at the tender age of 19, was a very sadistic young woman - quite often she was pretty lovable to her devoted husband with her sexy feet. Don’s member would always stand at rock hard attention while his beautiful wife walked on his face in her petite, silky, stockinged feet. Cindy only weighed a hundred pounds and he could even take a pair of her ‘normal’ spike heels on a good night as long as he could look up at her and worship her beautiful body. But this time she had proceeded to trample him so quickly and so brutally that he hadn’t had time to get in the proper ‘worshipful’ frame of mind which was necessary to offset some of the horrible pain. Also, the light had been very bad and he hadn’t been able to see how fantastic and gorgeous Cindy looked in her sexy pumps. Being able to see his beautiful goddess was extremely important for him to get in his ‘worshipful’ frame of mind. Fortunately, his member had actually become quite soft during the horrible, blinding pain he had felt for the short period of time she had stomped on it. His slightly protected penis had managed to escape serious injury; however, she did manage to totally crush and rip away most of the flesh from his exposed nipples during her trampling frenzy.

 

Cindy knew, of course, how to get him in the right frame of mind to be trod upon but a car had cut her off on the way home and she just needed someone to trample so she could get rid of her anger and aggression. The fact that her husband hadn’t gone to work gave her just the excuse to punish him severely - not that she needed one. She was only in a mood to savagely destroy another human being’s frail body - to hurt and mangle it as badly as possible by stomping all over it with her spike heels. She knew that Don’s transgression hadn’t warranted the brutal trampling he had received and she knew it wasn’t his fault that the car had cut her off - but someone had to suffer and it might as well be her husband. In short, she was going to have a ‘little temper tantrum’ by trampling the crap out of him. She really didn’t give a rat’s ass if he enjoyed it or not. And, at the time, she really didn’t much care if he even survived it!

 

Cindy always loved to put an even healthier fear into her already petrified husband by continually talking to him as she trampled and maimed him. Things like, ‘I don’t know if your going to survive this one, Sweetheart!’ or ‘This is it, Darling! Tonight you DIE under my feet!’ She would then enjoy placing the tip of her spike heel into his throat and then stepping down on it. She’d look down at him with amusement and laugh at him as he squirmed under her heel while waving his arms around frantically. His eyes would bug out of their sockets while silently pleading with her for air. It never took him very long to pass out but up until now, she had always stepped down as soon as he did.

 

It had been a warm, summer evening and, unfortunately for Don, he had not been wearing a shirt when Cindy came home. He was, however, wearing blue jeans and it was just his good fortune that Cindy had not wished to wait while he removed them. That, and the fact that she only weighed a hundred pounds, was the only reason he had a penis that still functioned. She had spent most of the 20 minutes stomping his prick with her spike heels and only the tough denim had saved it for her to trample another time, maybe tonight. His nipples, on the other hand, had suffered extensive and irreparable damage from the jagged metal tips and were badly in need of medical attention.

 

Don knew for certain that he didn’t want a repeat of that holocaust any time soon. There was no proper frame of mind for one of Cindy’s sadistic trampling moods, besides, he was completely naked now - there would be no protection of any kind from her devastating spikes. Cindy, of course, could do considerable damage to her husband with any pair of shoes in her wardrobe. Even her innocent, tame looking, baby-blue flats - made of velvety smooth kidskin around the toes and on the sides - had been used against him very effectively.

 

Many were the times she would make him sit down against a wall. Then, while seating herself comfortably in front him, she would ruthlessly kick and stomp him in the face over and over with the - not so velvety smooth - hard heels of those innocent little flats. His head would slam back against the wall over and over until he would finally slump, semi-conscious, to the floor with blood streaming freely from his mouth and nose and both eyes swollen shut. She would then stand up, walk over to his barely conscious form and casually stomp the heel of her little flat down into his bloody, puffy face until she had completely succeeded in kicking him into oblivion. Don usually didn’t regain consciousness from one of Cindy’s stomping sessions for almost twenty minutes.

 

Even so, however, the red pumps were far and away the most dangerous pair of shoes she owned, so without taking any chances, or wasting any more time, he quickly got up and retrieved the sexy pair of black, spaghetti strapped, high heeled slings she had specifically requested. Almost all of her beautiful feet would be visible. The heels were very narrow, very sharp, and very painful but at least the rubber tips were still in place and there weren’t any jagged nail-heads exposed.

 

When Don returned, Cindy had settled in and made herself comfortable. She still had on her black panties along with the same sexy and wicked smile - her delectable tiny feet were still bare. She observed the sexy shoes in her slave’s hands. "Definitely a nice choice," she said approvingly. "Slip them lovingly onto my beautiful feet, then kiss both of those sexy feet reverently, and then lie down over here!" she commanded softly patting an area next to her left side.

 

Don swallowed heavily. Then, with gentle and tender loving care, slipped the high heels onto her immaculate feet and leaned forward to reverently kiss them as she had commanded when she suddenly had a change of heart.

 

"Stop!" she said giving his face a wicked kick with her spike heel drawing a little blood in the process, "I’ve changed my mind," she smiled at her confused husband, "I’ve decided I’m not going to let you kiss my feet. After all, you’re just dirt! You’re not good enough! You may, however, put your face exactly six inches from my feet and just gaze upon them with awe! Worship them with your eyes until you go crazy with desire," she giggled at the thought of her husband’s hopeless obsession with her feet. "I want to see how long it takes you to go crazy and drench yourself with pre-cum! There’s more than one way to make you suffer, Slave, and I’m going to find every one of them!" Cindy laughed cruelly as she watched the blood trickling down his cheek and onto his neck from her mean and careless kick to his unprotected face. "Make sure your face is in a direct line with my spikes in case I decide I want to kick it some more," she purred.

 

She was right about driving him crazy! She had never been able to understand the metamorphosis that came over her slave each time she teased him like this. All she knew was - it did! And she dearly delighted in watching him literally suffering at her feet. Beads of sweat would pop up all over his forehead while his penis became as hard and as wet as a steel rod in a rain storm. His breathing would become ragged and irregular as he nervously twitched and squirmed at her feet yet never taking his eyes from them. Her slave was making a super-human, almost impossible, effort not to breach that six inch margin she had given him. Cindy just lay back and sighed contentedly as she observed her agonized husband going ballistic, with an amused yet sadistic look on her face. She was looking at him in exactly the same way she would look at a bug just before bringing her sexy, little foot down onto it’s helpless form. She always liked to laugh out loud as she ground and twisted its frail form under one of her sexy shoes - crushing out it’s pathetic life slowly and methodically.

 

"Would you like me to let you kiss them, Baby? Just once?" She teased him cruelly still thinking about the bug. She made him suffer like that for ten minutes listening to his pathetic moans and groans while saliva dripped from his lips onto his rock hard penis. Finally, she said, "Beg me, Baby! Plead with your goddess and maybe I’ll rub the dirt from the soles of my sexy shoes all over your ugly face. Would you like that, Slave?" she asked drawing back one of her sexy feet menacingly. "Look at that dirty, filthy sole, Lover. There’s a lot of dirt and squashed insects on that sole! Why don’t you stick your tongue out so I can clean it!"

 

Don started to lean forward with his tongue hanging out obediently as Cindy moved her sexy shoe toward him. "On the other hand, maybe I’ll just….," she didn’t finish the sentence. Her bright eyes sparkled with fire as she viciously drove her spike heel straight into his face again as hard as her muscular, yet shapely, leg could drive it. This time Don was propelled off the end of the bed and down onto the floor with a loud crash. Cindy laughed merrily as her husband lay on the floor crying in severe and agonizing pain.

 

Don lay on the floor dazed and bleeding but he couldn’t help himself. In spite of his great agony, he suffered more by not being allowed to kiss her gorgeous feet than from all the physical pain she gave him from driving her murderous spikes into his face. He begged her shamelessly with tears in his eyes while slowly creeping back up toward the bed to get within that six inches of her fantastic feet again. "Just let me kiss them once, Darling," he pleaded desperately, "Just once, please, Baby, I’m begging you! I worship you so much! I need to kiss your feet so badly!" He was so horny, he had completely ignored the two hard stomps to his face from her sharp spikes and was blissfully ignorant of what his gorgeous wife was planning next.

 

Cindy, having had a delicious taste of his blood, edged toward the foot of the bed ready to intercept him when his face appeared again. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she lay back on her elbows and cocked both feet back about six inches above the blanket - waiting for his face to re-appear. "Sorry, Darling, but you must suffer from my spikes first! It pleases me so much when you suffer in horrible agony from my sexy feet!"

 

She laughed as she watched him struggle to climb back up onto the bed again. As his face came briefly into view at the foot of the bed, Cindy let loose with both feet. "Here comes a present from the feet of your beautiful goddess, Slave!" she screamed with delight as she kicked Don’s defenseless face unmercifully again and again and again, three more times in rapid-fire succession. First the right foot, then the left and finally another right. "Kiss the heel! Kiss the tips of my heels while I stomp your face with them!" she screamed excitedly as she drove them into her husband’s face - but Don never got the chance - it just happened too quickly for him to comprehend. She would gladly have continued kicking her battered target but it was now sprawled face-up on the floor.

  

  

  

  

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