Leaf Man Part 7 6 min read

Cortney’s now-familiar heels moved up and down my back and abruptly off my body. She steps down right in front of my face and walks to the curb.

Maria then suddenly flips the shoe that is in my mouth, it catches on my jaw causing Maria to stumble backward and away from me.

“What was that” Maria cries out to Cortney. “What was What?”

Cortney glances back at Maria from the curb.

“There must be something in the pile!” Cortney answers back.

“I almost tripped and fell over… Did you see that!”

Donna Ann then says “it’s most likely a big root.”

“I’ve been standing on one the whole time we’re here.”

“Come and feel this!”

Donna Ann then raises up the sole of her western boots the focus her full weight on my arm, just by standing only on her two thick heels.

I hold in my scream, as Donna Ann’s 145 pounds of thick buxom weight punishes my numb arm beneath her feet.

“See there’s something solid under here!” Donna points to the ground by her boots.

“I couldn’t do this on just the plain grass and leaves.”

Donna then lowers both soles back to the ground but keeps her heels still parked on my arm.

“Why don’t you come over here and feel this, I’ll hold on to the spot.”

Maria then comes back to where Donna Ann is standing. I am very nervous now.

I don’t want the women to find me. They’ll call the police and have me committed for observation at a physic ward. I’ll never get out.

“See this” Donna says. First, you stand here. Maria steps closer to Donna.

I see Maria’s two pointy toes just in front of Donna’s boots.
“Let me hold onto you.”

Donna Ann then re-parks her heels back on my arm and balances herself only on her heels.

Ohhh…… my arm… I’m shivering now in pain. I don’t dare move or make any sound.

I can’t even fidget. I want my arm to feel like wood to them!

Maria then walks to my side and feels the ground with the toe of her shoe.

“Hey, I got it!”

“Watch this!”

Maria now Jumps a little up, and now lands with the sole of her high heel directly on my arm. She places one hand on Donna’s shoulder for support.

The two women, now both are standing on my arm. One with boot heels only, the other with her two sexy soles balance on me at the same time.

I try and make my body rigid, to keep my mind off the searing pain that is radiating up my shoulder. They’re tearing my body apart.

The ground is soft and springy, it’s not really supporting both their weight properly. So my upper arm is taking all the strain.

“Hey, this is bouncy!”

Maria says as she starts flexing her leg to get more of a spring in her body.

(I’m in throbbing agony at this point!) I feel a new dull sharp pain in my arm as a bone is about to snap.

“This must be really thick wood, to take both of us”

“Hey watch this!”

Maria then bounces once more on my arm. I feel nauseous at the new level of pain.

How could those sweet sexy feet be giving me all this? I thought I had a nice relationship with her ankle a while ago.

“Hey Cortney, come over here and help us break this root.”

Cortney looks back from the curb.

“I’ll get my boots dirty”

“Aren’t you ruining your shoes Maria, you have that presentation to make today?”

“Yeah your right, but I am having so much fun.”

“It’s just like being a Tomboy again!” Maria answers.

“O.K. this will finish it off.”

The not-so-light weight Maria then Stork stands on my arm and bounces a deep bounce. I squirm uncontrollably with the pain as I see a lightning flash in my eyes.

“Did you feel that? Donna?” “Yah that did it!”

Maria then steps down from my arm. Is it still my arm? I don’t feel it anymore??.

Maria’s cold spike black heel now digs down into the soft earth right in front of me, as she walks around. The sole of her heeled shoe now mashes my fingers as she steps past Donna’s brown boots still parked on me.

I get a good sideways look at Maria’s narrow sexy ankle in my view and I notice she has a small gold anklet, probably from her boyfriend. I was getting her foot’s gift of pain, while her boyfriend will get her warmest blue-eyed love.

He will get her kindness, her caring, she will worry if she bumps into him by accident. But I’ve got her massive playful pain.

I know that probably if she saw what she was doing to me, she would immediately stop since she is really a warm person, but I’m just a tree root to her.

But this is what makes this so sexy. Maria can hurt me, not care about me, and help me on my journey into my ecstasy!
I’m in pure rapture.

Donna Ann finally gets off my arm and turns around to face Maria on my side.

Maria then turns to face Donna, she’s twisting her sole again on my bloodied hand.

And with her other foot lands her toe first on the side of my face, and then to the ground scraping my head with her heel.

It’s obvious at this time they don’t care where their feet land here. All safeties are off.

Maria then walks closer to her friend Cynthia, leaving a big red gash in my scalp where her sharp, metal heel slid off me.
Maria and Donna Ann are still happily unaware of me, and the torment they have given to me in their boredom.

Cynthia was looking on, just a few feet away, smiling, as Maria and Donna played with the tree root. (me)

She then walks closer as the girls are just now talking in a small group. Cynthia, Maria’s friend, also has a small gold anklet, it shines brightly, as she stands in apprehension, wobbling, tapping the heel of her foot up and down, like a dagger in the ground!

On the downward stamp of her foot, she’s pressing her sole tightly down on a few of my fingers, from my other outstretched hand. She’s just standing there with all her 125 pounds of slender bodyweight focused on her high heel shoe sole, pressing against my newly caught right hand.

I see her tall black high heels grind back and forth, and from side to side on the soft earth, as she sinks quickly into the soft soil. Her scuffed-up black vinyl soles become visible as she starts to poke her foot through the leaves.

Cynthia shift’s her weight more on her narrow sole. Her foot then rests firmly on my other hand. Cynthia’s sharp high heel moves off of the ground as she leans forward to laugh at one of her friends’ jokes.

Squeezing down on me with almost all of her weight from her eye-catching height. Her legs are tall and motionless to me. Her outgoing warmth is directed to her friends, although I feel her body heat broadcast down from under her tweed coat and feel the warmth of her cold foot and my now tingling ice cold and numb fingers.