written by paulzy
original source of the story was Unknown source
Ms. Shelley and I were returning to her condo from the bar. She just moved in at the beginning of the month to help out her recently separated sister and her 5yr old son. On our ride home, we had been discussing the subject of dominance and submission (which we do frequently) and had both gotten carried away with our wants and desires from the scene. We were pretty drunk and I had the courage to suggest that Ms. Shelley hadn’t been cruel enough, hadn’t been harsh enough to satisfy my deepest needs. She turned to me with a look I had never seen in her, she blew her smoke in my face and said “Oh? Well, we will see about that!”
My eyes averted from her at that point and I focused on the road. Not another word was spoken by either of us till we pulled in the parking lot. I realized how lit I was when I got out of the car and headed for the door with Ms. Shelley. She looked at me and smiled wickedly as she turned the key to the front door. Once inside I popped a beer from the fridge and sat down to a bit of TV before we went to bed. It was about 1:30 am as I swigged the beer and tried to focus on the tube.
Meanwhile, Ms. Shelly had gone upstairs and found that her sister was not home. The house was empty! I can only imagine exactly what she was thinking at that point. She came back downstairs and into the room where I was sitting on the couch, she grabbed the beer out of my and took a BIG swig off of it. I looked up at the standing Ms. Shelley as she guzzled the beer, her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her eyes and lips were like that of a beautiful Egyptian Queen, she wore a tight white vest and jeans, on her feet were a HUGE pair of black shiny platform sandals.
She had switched her shoes with a friend for these. They made her size 7 feet look like a 9! I sat there in awe as she looked down at me with a VERY confident face. Suddenly she plopped down beside me and her feet landed RIGHT in between my legs! She laid back at the other end of the couch on some big fluffy pillows and giggled at me as I grunted. My heart began to beat rapidly as she quickly and firmly places her sandal against my face. “Kiss it slave!” she belted. “But Ms. Shelley, I whispered, your sister will hear” “They are not here slave. Do it.” she snapped.
I closed my eyes and gently took hold of her foot. I kissed it repeatedly, getting carried away. She jerked it away as I whined, she laughed and killed the beer, standing she simply said: “We are going to bed slave.” I followed Ms. Shelley up the stairs, listening to how they creaked under her feet with each step. She glanced back at me and noticed my eyes following her sandals, she smirked as I looked up at her. I blushed like a little kid getting caught red-handed. Once upstairs Ms. Shelley used the bathroom first, then as I finished up and entered her bedroom she was leaning back on the bed from side to side, still fully clothed, the closet light highlighting her beautiful face. I was entranced as I began to slowly take off my clothes for her.
Once naked (as Ms. Shelley likes me) I kneeled to the side of the bed that her feet were hanging from. I put my face on the floor with my behind sticking up as she sat up on the side of the bed. “So slave, I am not CRUEL enough for you huh?” The word cruel was emphasized with a HARD kick to my very vulnerable and unsuspecting ribs. I fell over and let out quite a loud OOOOHHHH which she quickly responded to with “GET UP SLAVE!!!” I was breathing heavily and trembling as I got back on knees and elbows, one arm protecting my ribs. BAM! I felt her heel higher on my ribs just above my arm as I fell over again, ” Do not try to protect yourself, slave, it will only make it worse!”
Ms. Shelley’s voice rang through my ears as I laid on my side in pain. “GET UP and take my pants off, DO IT, and leave my shoes on boy!” screamed Ms. Shelley down to my quivering body. I got back up as quick as I could, clutching my ribs as Ms. Shelley laid back on the bed and stretched out, her arms off one end, her feet off the other. “Take them off slave, NOW!” On my knees, I leaned up between her legs and fumbled with her jeans button. Once it was undone I slowly and carefully began to slide her hot jeans off, making sure that they slid over her sandals. (Thank goodness they were wide leg!) Ms. Shelley does not wear underwear, and I was hypnotized by her dimly lit body as the closet lite accented her features. WHAM!!! Ms. Shelley kicked me as hard as I have ever been kicked right in the chest, sending me back onto the floor. (bruise) I was preoccupied gazing on her body and once again was not expecting the blow, I clenched my chest as she was suddenly standing over me. I was laying on my back in the corner, her bed on my right her closet on my left. She placed a hand on either wall and looked down at me as she kicked my hands away from my chest. “Hands by your side slave!” She hollered this as she began to grind that big sandaled heel into my chest. In great pain, i reached instinctively for her ankle. This infuryated her!
She stepped right up onto my chest with both feet and begin to twist and shuffle about. “I said hands by you side!!!!!” I had never heard Ms. Shelley this loud and serious before, i was frightened and quickly lowered my hands and screached as her big platform heels cut into my chest. Once i had cooperated with her she stepped off of me, gleaming down at me as i rubed my chest. Ms. Shelley kicked me hard in the stomach and quickly turned around, a foot on either side of my head she sat down on my face. I turned my head, desperately trying to catch my breath from the kicks and trampling. Ms. Shelley simple began to count. “One……..!” I knew if she reached three i would be dead meat. “TWO……..!!!!!!!!!” I turned my head face up as she sat full weight on it. Her asshole pressed tightly against my nose as i was smothererd beneath her. She pinched my nipples HARD as my helpless pleas were muffled under her. I could hear her moan with pleasure as she twisted my nipples causing me to buck off the ground.
“You are my slave, correct?” she asked with a very teasing tone. “Yes ma’am,” i muffle as best i can. She continues to grind her ass into my face as she twists and pinches my nipples as never before. Next thing i know she stands up over me, as i catch my breath she sticks her shoe in my face and says “Kiss It!” She rubs her dirty sandals roughly across my face, “Harsh enough for you slave!!!” She then steps up on my face with one foot and puts the other on my chest, distrubting her weight as I shiver beneath her. My head is forced to turn sideways as I instinctively reach for her ankle again, to try to ease the pressure. “Dont touch me slave!!!” screams Ms. Shelley as she twists her foot on my face, ruthlessly. Once again, doing as I am told, Ms. Shelley eases the pressure and steps off of me. However, she keeps her one foot pressed fimrly to my face as I hear her breathing heavily as well.
“Take it off slave, kiss the bottom as you do.” As Ms. Shelley spoke these words she put her hands on her hips, her lidden eyes upon me. “MMMMM oh yes Ms. Shelley, yes ma’am!” my voice was different too!, I was acutually a bit frightened and I loved it. I held her massive sandal carefully and pressed my lips to the sole of it. Kiss Kiss Kiss Kiss, i kissed it hard and genrously as i heared her coo and begin to slide her foot out. It stuck at first but only for a second, then her foot left her shoe. “Turn it over and kiss the inside slave,” said Ms. Shelley. I did as intructed, forceing the shoe onto my face so i could reach the sole entangled in straps. Suddenly, and only for a moment, i felt her HOT foot lightly upon my chest. She slowly slid her bare heel across my chest, knowing that she was exciting me. “You like this dont you slave, you like kissing and smelling my shoe while i tease you? Well, thats enough! Do the other one!” After speaking these words, MS Shelley pushed her other still sandal-covered foot onto my face, knocking the one I was worshiping out of the way in the process. She stepped down a little just to reconfirm her seriousness in me. I instantly began to kiss it, doing my best to please her. I held her shoe tightly to my face as i felt her foot sliding out. Without her asking, I turned the heavy black sandal over and began to kiss the inside. “Did I say to do that slave?!?!” My eyes buldged as she stepped right up onto my chest, her toes just under my chin resting on my throat. I dropped the shoe and quickly grabbed the back of her ankles, she knew I was in pain.
Stomp Stomp! “I said,” Stomp, “do not,” Stomp, “touch me!” Stomp. Ms. Shelley was stomping her bare heel into my chest, HARD. I choked and gasped as i finally caused her to loose her balance. I quickley tried to curl up in to a ball but Ms. Shelley was far from done. “Quit whimpering slave and LAY BACK DOWN.” Ms. Shelley kicked me 3 times to punctuate her last 3 words. (bruise) I reluctantly rolled over and she stood on each of my arms, faceing me. I could feel her hot feet crushing them, pinning them against the floor. “WWHHAAP!” Ms. Shelley slapped me in the face as hard as she ever had. “Is this rough enough for you paul? HUH?!?!” SLAP SLAP! She slapped me seraval times as every muscle in my body tightened. Her bare heels supporting her fully fluxuating weight right on my forearms. (brusies) My ears were ringing and my body was twitching after the last slap.
Ms. Shelley stepped on top of me, but only for a second. We both caught our breath for a few seconds, me crumpled and worthless at MS Shelleys feet as she stood over me. Just as she heard my breathing slow a tad she stepped right up onto my chest. I groaned loudly but was determined to take it. “Ok slave, I am not gonna get off ’till you say mercy” she began while lightly marching in place on me. “Oh come on little boy, you can take it, awwwww” Ms. Shelley had a very teasing tone in her voice and was making kissing noises to get to me. ” Come on, (kissy kissy) I know you can take it, slave,” she said chuckeling. My mind was full of imagages of everything and nothing as i was Ms. Shelleys carpet. I did not want to cry mercy, my body was trembeling and i could not breath, i focused on her voice. The instant i thought i would black out I sreamed “Mercy Ms. Shelley, mercy!” She stepped right off of me and i gasped for the biggest breath that i have takein in some time and rolled up into a ball. Ms. Shelley kneeld down over me and stroked my head, “Good boy.” she whispered into my ear and then kissed me on the cheek, But you have just begun paul, you haevnt even rubed my feet yet.” Ms. Shelly rose and stepped over me to the bed. She sat down on the side and crossed her legs. “My feet are over here slave.”
The End