A Lesson For Peter 11 min read

written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Foot Stories Specialist

It was September 1996. 24-year old Kayla Murray was just getting off work at the local shopping mall. It was about 10:30 at night as she approached her shiny red convertible in the parking lot. Kayla was a rather wealthy female, living in a large house in Los Angeles, California.

Kayla was a gorgeous girl of Japanese origin, with a perfect American dialect. She was 5’8, thin, and had a lovely face with a great complexion, complemented by her long, jet black hair. Kayla was always a good dresser. Tonight she wore a blue blouse with a black miniskirt, stockings, and leather flat-soled ankle boots.

Kayla arrived home 10 minutes later to find that a light in the second floor of her house was on. Something was seriously wrong. Kayla exited the car and rushed through the front door of the house. She checked the rooms on the first floor but found nothing unusual.

The light on the second floor was coming from Kayla’s bedroom. There was a masked man in black clothing lurking around, looking through her possessions. He rummaged through her dresser, swiping some jewellery and putting it in his small duffel bag. He started toward the window to make his escape but turned around toward the closet.

“Who’s up there?” Kayla called, slowly climbing the stairs.

The burglar opened the closet doors and searched her clothing pockets, the shelves – everything. Kayla reached the top of the stairs and slowly walked down the carpeted hallway toward her luxurious bedroom. The door was slightly open. She could see inside that there was definitely someone in there. She opened the door slowly so as not to startle the burglar. Aware of her presence, he stood up, spun around, wielding a hunting knife.

“What the -” he exclaimed.

Kayla was angry. “Whoa! A guy with a knife.”

“Shut up,” the burglar commanded. “Don’t make a move or I’ll cut you open. Give me your car keys, now!”

Kayla said, “You know, Mr X, if you’re going to break into my house, then you should leave the light off so I don’t know you’re here. I mean, isn’t that what burglars do?”

“Kayla, who do you think you’re fucking with!?” Oops! The burglar blew his cover.

“Excuse me? Did you just say my name?” Kayla asked. She approached the masked burglar, although the knife was still pointing in her direction.

The man warned, “Don’t come any closer, I mean it! Give me the damn keys!”

“Okay. Here ya go!” She tossed the keys into the air. As the man reached for them, Kayla kicked him in the groin, sending him down! He dropped the duffel bag and groped himself in pain.

“Did that hurt?” Kayla asked. Kayla lifted the man by the back collar of his jacket and shoved his head into the mirror of her dresser! He fell down again, holding his head. He was dazed.

“Ooooohh, you bitch…” he mumbled.

Kayla rolled him onto his back with her foot and pinned his throat. Her anger was starting to surface. “Now, I don’t know who you are. But you obviously know me.”

“Please -” the man struggled to speak. Kayla bent down and unmasked him. It was Peter Okrin, her ex-boyfriend. Kayla was stunned! She just felt like breaking his neck right there.

“Kayla…” Peter whined.

She released the foot and Peter tried to catch his breath. Kayla pulled him up off the floor and shoved him up against the wall, grabbing his jaw. “What are you doing here? You better explain this before I call the cops.”

Peter was trembling as Kayla pinned him to the wall. He was intoxicated by her perfume. He admired her slender body and her beautiful young face, wanting to kiss her lips. But a kiss was one thing Peter would not get.

“Just let me speak, Kayla,” Peter asked calmly. “I can explain -”

“Yeah, there is,” Kayla interrupted. “You want me to kick your ass.”

Peter begged, “Honey, please -”

Kayla continued, “You know, Peter, I would call the cops. But I don’t have the heart to see you spend Christmas in jail.” Kayla followed with a knee to Peter’s groin!

“Aaaaaah!” he yelled in pain, slumping to the floor. “You didn’t – have to do – that…damn it…” Peter was groping his crotch, staring at the beautiful woman towering above him. For the first time, Peter realized her strength.

Kayla knelt beside him and grabbed his face. “Now, tell me. What the hell are you doing here?”

Peter answered, trying to catch his breath, “I was just…taking back the stuff I bought you – when we were going out. You don’t deserve it…” He tried to control the pain in his stomach.

“I agree with you, dear.” Kayla pulled Peter to his feet, and he stood limply. She shoved him back against the wall. “You don’t deserve my memories either. You’re gonna learn a big lesson from this experience…sweetie.” Kayla gave Peter another sharp knee to the groin!

“Aaaaaaaaahhh!” He groaned in pain again, falling to the floor. “Kayla – please…”

Kayla smiled down at the heartless man lying on the floor. Kayla walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing her legs, watching Peter whither in pain. Peter crawled slowly across the floor to her. Peter was completely dazed by her beauty and wanted her desperately. Kayla enjoyed sitting there on the bed watching Peter grovel before her. There were tears coming from Peter’s eyes, and he touched Kayla’s boot, kissing it. He found himself unable to speak clearly under his humiliation, but he honestly still had feelings for her.

Peter muttered, “I guess I just – wanted revenge, Kayla,” Peter claimed. “And now…I know it’s wrong. So please, please…let’s just forget this happened. I mean – I still can’t understand – why you broke up with me. I never…mistreated you. I worshipped you, I…I still do, Kayla. Can’t you see -”

Kayla interrupted, “You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re a very selfish little boy.”

Peter sat up on his knees, pleading, “Kayla, I’m sorry!”
Kayla explained, “Peter, I broke up with you because you did mistreat me. You cheated on me. And then you bought me things to earn my love again when I was starting to lose respect for you. When I told you we were breaking up, you said you would get me back. Well, this is your chance, Peter. C’mon, get me back. I’m telling you, you’ll never have me back. I’m the one with the power here, dear. I’m too good for you. I’m too beautiful for you. You don’t deserve me.”

Kayla stood up as Peter remained kneeling. “Boy, you will pay for what you’ve done, boy.”

“Please, Kayla,” Peter begged. “Don’t kick me again…”
Kayla shoved Peter onto his back. She immediately climbed upon his chest, still in her boots, with one foot on his stomach and one on the side of his face. She proudly stared down at him, grinding her feet into his body.

Peter moaned, “Aaaaah! Aah – stop – please…”

Kayla stammered, “Can you feel that? Like being walked on? This is your lesson, Peter! Women get mistreated all the time, and it’s time you learned how women can fight back! Wow, I’d love to make a bootprint, like, right there.” She positioned one heel off the side of his mouth, grinding it into his cheek. She shifted her weight between Peter’s face and stomach. She then stepped full weight on the side of his face! Kayla taunted, “How’s that? How does it feel?”

“Aah – it hurts!”

Kayla demanded, “Beg me to stop.”

Peter cried out, “I beg you – please…stop!”

“Say, ‘Goddess Kayla, please stop.’ Cry it out.” Kayla continued.

Peter, straining beneath her, shouted, “Goddess – please! Please – please stop! It hurts!”

“You deserve it!” Kayla replied as she stepped off his body.
Peter grabbed the side of his face in pain, checking for blood and trying to catch his breath.

“Stay down,” Kayla commanded. She pinned Peter’s throat as hard as she could, and he fidgeted. Kayla was so angry, she began to climb full-weight on his throat. Peter’s face showed immense pain and began to turn red while he tried to knock her down. Kayla stood upon the neck of her fallen foe with the finest balance, showing true superiority over him. Peter’s face was turning purple, and he squirmed violently under the pain. Tears streamed from his eyes as he choked. After almost a minute, Kayla climbed off Peter’s neck and out came a huge gasp of air from his lips.

Kayla said, “Now, sweetie…why don’t you show me some respect and kiss my feet again. C’mon, kiss up. Then maybe I’ll let you go. I’ll also let you never come back! Is that a deal?”
Peter turned over onto his stomach and gasped, “Anything you say…anything…” He positioned himself at her feet and kissed her boot like a lowly dog.

Peter cried, “Kayla, please, I’m sorry…I’m sorry for the – for the way I treated you.” Peter continued kissing her foot. He kissed her heel, her ankle, everything. “I’m sorry, I’m very sorry…”
“That’s it, boy. Worship,” Kayla said with a smile. “If you do this again, the same thing’s going to happen. Do you understand me?” Peter nodded. Kayla stood there, posed with one foot out, while Peter kissed her boot.

Kayla lifted her toe and muttered, “Lick it.”
Peter brought his tongue out far onto her boot sole and lapped it up. Kayla snickered.

“I am honestly – very sorry for what I’ve done, Kayla,” Peter mumbled. “I wish – you’d believe me.” He meant what he said, as he lovingly put his lips all over her foot.

“You make me sick, Peter,” Kayla said. “It’s time to end this.” Kayla removed her black ankle boots and sat back on the end of the bed.

Peter asked, “Wh – what are you doing?”

Kayla responded, “Goodnight.” As Peter knelt for her, she grabbed his arms and planted her stockinged feet firmly on his face. All she could see was his nose peeking out between her insteps. Peter squirmed a bit, but he couldn’t break free. Kayla had him in an ultimate submission hold. Kayla pushed her feet harder on his face, forcing his head back.

“Yes, inhale, boy. Take it in!” Kayla taunted. Peter moaned more, but Kayla promptly moved one stockinged foot deep into his mouth to quiet him. “I want you to lick under the toes. There ya go…”

She maintained her hold, saying softly, “Yes. Eat that foot. Smell it…C’mon, my slave. Lick deeper…” Kayla studied him as his movements died down. She twisted her foot deeper into his mouth toward his final seconds of consciousness.

Kayla said, “You have to remember, Peter, that I’ve taken self-defence classes, so I’m very good at bringing a guy down to the floor. You deserve this. Eat the foot! I want to feel that tongue moving! That’s it, boy, inhale the other…”

After a minute of useless struggling, Peter’s muffled moans and groans became softer. Kayla had overpowered him, as his muscles tired and his struggle died. Kayla removed the one foot from his mouth and placed it back beside the other foot upon his face. She pressed them hard while pulling his arms once again. Peter threw a few body spasms, and finally…he had passed out. Kayla gave him one final heel kick to his head, and let him fall to the floor.

She smiled down at the unconscious loser beneath her. “I win.”
Kayla approached the bedroom window and opened it. She dragged Peter’s body to the window and peered out at the depth below.

“Sweetie, when the police find you, tell them you got your ass kicked by your ex-girlfriend.” Kayla smiled and pushed Peter’s body out the window. She heard him crash into the bushes below. It may have seemed like a criminal act to dispose of him in this way, but it was certainly deserved.

Kayla successfully warded off her ex-boyfriend and his attempts to rob her of her gifts from him… and possibly kill her. Kayla taught Peter a lesson – that in her beliefs, women are supreme, and women rule. She always believed that men who betrayed women should be punished, or at least humiliated. Kayla Murray, the beautiful 24-year old girl from her native Japan, slept well tonight knowing that she would never be harassed again by Peter Orkin, her vile ex-boyfriend. This was one lesson he’d never forget.

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