written by Groundview
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums
Brenda is so muscular and strong that 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’s muscular legs are squeezing the side of my face into the earth, to support her full body weight.
The throng of schoolgirls, about five or six of them, are also standing across my body, in various positions. They’re all pretty much facing each other. One in the middle of my back, I think, two straddling my crushed legs, their flat-soled, penny loafer shoes are hard at work cutting into my naked leg bones.
They’re pivoting on my legs as if they were balancing on logs.
A few girls are partly standing on me, as their flat sole 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 kicks forward her shoe, leaving her total weight balanced on my numb left hand.
Her solid flat 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 one 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 too many girls on me.
I moan in quiet agony, the chorus of 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 girls 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 breathe again. I’m getting that upside down dizzy feeling. They’re all standing on me, crushing me under their innocent looking flat shoes.
“You’re going to Becky’s party on Wednesday night. One of the school girls asks another.
“Yeah,” says 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 girls chatter happily above me in their plaid skirts.
The burst of music fills the area, as my girls 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
“Yeah, 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; it’s skin)
“Hey you… stomp out that smoke by your feet.” — Maria tells one of the school girls.
The girl with the three-inch block heel grinds the smoke, with her heel angled into the ground. (she’s grinding my hand under her heel’s sharp-edged metal wear tap)
The girl then looks annoyed at Maria, and stomps her foot again, and again in mock defiance of authority. My one good right hand is now burned and crushed under her cute-looking black school 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 peels 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.