My friend Raksha – part 2 5 min read

After the severe high heel trampling by beautiful Raksha, I looked at my hand and foot and saw tiny heel marks all over them. I never imagined this before only only saw things like that on R-rated videos.

I asked Raksha how she felt giving me pain and I will never forget her response.  She laughed and told me she felt so powerful when she stepped on someone – especially when she was wearing her pencil heel stilettos.  She loved how they could give immense amounts of pain.

Given her exciting response, I proposed an idea to her for the following week and she accepted.  🙂

It was my birthday so she invited me to her house for a special party. In India it is quite difficult to have scenes like these and it’s only a 1/100,000 chance.

We went upstairs to her room. She asked me what how much pain can I withstand for her. That’s when I know I am gonna get tested to my limits. Hand, foot and back I said.

“Okay – as you wish birthday boy” Raksha replied with a knowing smile. “Let’s try with hands first.”

So she asked me to lie down on my knees with hands on the floor.

She was wearing traditional Indian salwar suit which girls often wear and had a golden anklet on her right foot. She was barefoot and stepped on both of my hands and said “you shouldn’t let my feet touch the floor”.

Her weight flattened my palms but it didn’t hurt at all. As i have mentioned before Raksha was a perfect girl with soft feet. I carried her on my open hands like she was doing a ramp walk.  She had her hands on her waist, fully stepping on me and applying all her weight to my hands. I loved that part as it was so romantic.

After 5/10 minutes she got off and said “That was warmup.  Time to get  serious !” And she opened her closet to show her collection of many, many heels.

From wedges to block heels to sharpest pencil thin heels I ever saw in my life. She took her wedge heels and put them on.  As a good boyfriend I put my hands on floor and she targeted my fingers this time.

She  climbed on both hands fingers diagonally so her entire weight was on all of my fingers. It hurts this time as she pulled my hair up with her hands and asked “Am I hurting you baby ?”

“No, Goddess Raksha” I muttered.  She didn’t walk around this time just stepped on my fingers and keep pressing them with all her body weight.

After sometime she climbed off and saw wedge heel marks on fingers and they were all red from the pressure.

Next she chose some block heels.  They were quite high but the surface area of the heels were quite large.

She aimed her heel right on my middle finger and stepped on it with only her heel. I bit my tongue and looked at her heel while she crushed my finger.

She lifted her other foot in air to maximise the pressure on my single finger and laughed at me. After a few seconds she did the same to the next time and then again and again till each of mine finger got crushed under her heel.

The aftermath was even bloody as i saw small blood marks on my finger tips. I never even imagined such beautiful girl with feet soft as butter could willingly do such damage.

Last it was her 6 inch pencil heel sandals. It open from back like a mule heel sandal with Indian style.  The heel was as sharp as any Louboutin So Kate – a 120mm (5 inch) heel.

I was both really excited and scared as hell.

“Please have mercy Raksha” I begged her.

She then leaned forward so that her bare feet lifted slightly out of her shoes.   She then asked me to slip my fingers in between her gorgeous soft bare feet and her sexy shoes, right at the heel part. I nervously put both my fingers onto her shoes.

“Happy birthday” Raksha said with a gorgeous smile as the heel of her bare foot landed on my fingers.  My fingers were now trapped under her bare feet and were being squished with all her body weight down onto her shoes.

Raksha seemed to be having fun as she kept crushing my fingers again and again, over and over.  I literally started crying from pain and tried to remove my fingers but she was standing on them.  And she kept grinding her barefoot heel down on my fingers which were trapped between her barefoot heel and the sandal heel.

Finally, after I couldn’t take much more, she finally said “Keep your palm open.  I wanted to step on them like a fashion model on the runway”.

Raksha then took her dupatta in her hand started to rampwalk on my hands with only her heel tips landing on my open palms.

I watched intensely as her heel easily dug into my skin and left a beautiful mark on my palm.

With a Bollywood song playing in background she walked on my hands in her sharpest heel sandals and stood for them non-stop for over a full minute.

Her heel left deep imprints on my hands. I could see number of dents on my hands as it was a design or something. For a moment I thought how easy it for girls to make boys cry with only their feet and their special weapons high heels.

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