Impaled Part 4 8 min read

Moving even closer to Jim now, Cyndi extended her right hand and gently patted Jim between his legs saying, “come on Hon, let me take care of that for you.”

Rising from the couch with Jim in hand/tow, Cyndi lead him through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. Jim really did not know what to expect, he thought that he might be led into some kind of dungeon or something, but was put at ease when he arrived at the bottom of the basement stairs and saw a normal basement. This was obviously Cyndi’s playroom, as it contained a full bar, a stereo system, as well as, another wide-screen TV, a comfortable couch, and three chairs. Curiously though, there was no carpet on the floor, just a concrete floor. It seemed strange that she did not have this touch of added warmth to such a cozy room.

Cyndi turned to face Jim, and seductively began removing his clothing, while all the time gently cooing, It’s OK, It’s OK……. With all of his clothes off, Cyndi pointed to the floor and said, “Hon, I want you to lie face down on the floor for me.” Jim, completely trusting Cyndi now, complied without asking any questions. Although the basement floor was cold, it only made his ‘joy stick’ that much harder as he tensed his muscles, trying to ward off the cold. Cyndi moved to a corner dresser and returned with a blindfold, and placed it over Jim’s eyes. Wow!, Jim thought, I wonder what’s on her mind? Jim heard the sounds of chains and felt Cyndi place restraining cuffs on both hands and feet. At this point, Jim was ready for anything Cyndi had in mind. He was truly in love “this time”.

Cyndi put one of the chairs directly behind Jim, then she gently took his “love stick” and pulled it from under his body, facing it directly behind him. Now sitting in the chair, Cyndi extended her right foot and indexed his swollen cock between her naked big and second toe. Using her left foot to apply gentle pressure on his left nut, she began an exquisite sensuous up-and-down massage along his, hard as steel, shaft with her right foot, causing Jim to moan deeply with erotic pleasure. “Gawd,” Jim thought, “I never knew there was this much pleasure in the world!” Yes, this was Jim’s first foot job, and he was in heaven. The pressure/pleasure Cyndi could produce with her delicious bare toes/feet was better than any sex Jim had ever had.

Jim’s heart began to beat faster, causing him to become short of breath, while his body began volcanic-like convulsions. Jim quivered, let out a deep moan, and shot a geyser-like stream of milky white love juice twelve inches behind him, just missing Cyndi’s right foot as he raised his head and collapsed in a heap of erotic exhaustion.

Cyndi got up and removed the restraints from his hands and feet. Gently she reached down and helped Jim to his feet, and naked, lead him back upstairs to her living room. Once again seated on the couch, Jim had lost all interest in his favorite movie as it continued to play. Sitting in a silence that seemed like an eternity, Jim, in his own mind was coming to terms with what just happened. Why was she being so nice to him? Was it because she crushed his hand? Was she in love with him also, and did not want to say it? For several minutes, both of them sat silently on the couch. Jim was at a loss for words. He really did not know what to say.

After several minutes of eternal silence, Cyndi once again began to swing her crossed right foot back and forth. Seeing this, Jim’s “love tool” once again sprang to life and was standing at “full attention”, ready to salute.

Cyndi, seeing his engorged cock, knew that it was time, and without saying a word, she rose from the couch and took Jim by the hand, and lead him through the kitchen, with Jim waddling, trying to control his cock as it swayed from side to side.

Now, once again in the basement, without saying a word, Cyndi pointed to the floor. Jim, without hesitation, assumed his now favorite position on the floor, and Cyndi placed the blindfold and restraints on her new lover.

Rather than hearing Cyndi pull up a chair this time though, he heard Cyndi quietly ascend the stairs as her bare feet hardly made any sound. One minute, two minutes, three minutes, worry and curiosity had caused Jim’s raging erection to deflate. “what was going on?”

Jim heard Cyndi open the basement door, and begin her descent. Shoes! Shoes! Cyndi was wearing shoes, and when her heels struck the cold concrete floor, the sound the heels made was unmistakable. was wearing her new red patent kid skin leather 5″ heels she had specially made. These heels, ala “BZ” were the infamous “Needle Heels”, heels that at the tip came to a point about the size of the head of a finishing nail and were made out of top-quality surgical steel. In Cyndi’s mind, only a very lucky few would be allowed to experience the delightful erotic pain they could inflict, and she was surprised that her first candidate had appeared so quickly. In order to disguise the true nature of these heels, Cyndi had attached/glued small cotton balls to the bottoms at the tip of her heel, making them look like normal heels.

Jim’s deflated cock once again sprang to life, and became rock hard, as Cyndi stood behind Jim, pivoting on the toe of her right pump, with her heel ever so slightly raised in the air swinging side to side in a clock-like ‘tick tock’ pendulum motion barely touching the tip of his ‘joy stick’ with the cotton ball each time it passed. Jim was in heaven! Again, his breath became shorter, as his body quivered with pleasure! As Jim’s body began to convulse, Cyndi suddenly ceased her ‘tick tock’ pendulum motion and pulled the 5″ needle heel against the tip of his cock causing it to compress slightly inward. Cyndi then raised her heel, causing the head of Jim’s cock to spring forward while simultaneously returning her heel to the cold concrete, and felt nothing as her heel effortlessly passed through the tip of his now rapidly deflating ‘love stick’. The guttural/primal banshee-like scream emanated deep from within Jim’s very soul, as he arched his back and raised his head straining against his restraints, reverberated off of Cyndi’s basement walls, and nearly split her eardrums!

Stepping backward with her left foot, Cyndi placed the sole of her left pump on Jim’s now deflated organ near his balls and twisted her right foot back and forth in a “one/two” motion as she removed the needle heel from his pierced cock. Cyndi then poured a stream of alcohol onto his dick from a small bottle she had at the ready, and Jim unleashed another ear-shattering scream as he arched his back and raised his head, again straining against the restraints, causing his face to hit the floor with a thud as he passed into the never-never land of high spike/needle heel unconsciousness. “We wouldn’t want that to get infected,” Cyndi thought.

Heels clicking against the cold concrete, Cyndi rapidly walked to the dresser in the corner of the basement and returned with the pliers and a miniature gold ring. Cyndi inserted the ring onto the tip of Jim’s dick, closed it with the pliers, and soldered it closed, cauterizing the wound. Cyndi attached a long leash to the ring, walked to the bar and poured herself a glass of wine, and sat on the couch contemplating her new “Foot Pet’s” future. There were so many possibilities here, so many avenues to traverse, she thought.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, finally Jim slowly started to regain his senses. Although he wasn’t quite sure what planet he was on, the pain between his legs was incredibly excruciating, and he slowly/carefully rose to his hands and knees in an attempt to reduce the pain. Cyndi, very gently, began pulling on the leash towing Jim towards her like the prize “catch of the day”. Now directly in front of Cyndi, Jim sat up on his knees and looked directly into Cyndi’s eyes. : “Touch my heel,” Cyndi commanded. As Jim feebly reached out with his right index finger and barely touched the needle heel of Cyndi’s right pump, with Cyndi’s right leg crossed over her left knee, he pricked himself. A small trickle of blood began to flow, causing him to withdraw his hand quickly and place his finger in his mouth. “That’s a good boy,” Cyndi cooed with authority.

Cyndi uncrossed her legs and with the left toe of her 5″ needle heel pump, placed at the back of her right pump, forced her right shoe off, and again crossed her right leg over her left knee.

Silently, as if almost on cue, Jim reached out with his cupped left hand and took Cyndi’s bare heel into it, and drew her foot to his lips. “Ummm, perfect fit, ” Cyndi thought! Jim began to sob as he began to bathe her foot in a seemingly endless ocean of salty submission and kisses. He and Cyndi both knew that these were not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy. Yes, Jim now knew that he had found his place in life and that this was just the beginning of a very long relationship, for both he and Cyndi knew that they would be together FOREVER!!!…………FOREVER!!!!!………………..IMPALED