Celeste Part 3 11 min read

I slept fitfully beneath the floorboards. It was comfortable enough. I felt oddly at home. I won’t try to describe how I felt. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. To see Celeste, the love of my life, do that, and do it so casually, and to hear her talking like that about another man… I just don’t have the words for that. I expected her to come home in the early hours of the morning. I felt sure that she would apologize, tell me that she knew she’d gone too far. Time passed. I remember waking up at one point and noticing that it was daylight and that she still wasn’t home. Maybe she’d crashed on the sofa at Jane’s. I dozed off again.

I was woken by the sound of Celeste’s key in the lock but too dazed to slide over to my position by the front door. So I stayed positioned in the middle of the apartment, face and cock protruding through the floorboards, and watched as Celeste pushed the door open. I expected her to look full of guilt and regret, to rush over and let me out through the trap door whilst apologizing. We would talk it through. Things would be okay. I blinked a few times and waited for her to come in.

Celeste pushed the door open, still dressed in the little black dress and classic black patent spike heels that she had worn out the night before. She had earphones in and was moving her head to the music. I tried to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out. She wouldn’t have been able to hear them in any case. Okay, so she didn’t exactly look full of regret and compassion, but I was sure she would let me out and talk through what had happened.

Celeste strode into the room without a care in the world and walked over to the table to put her handbag down. On her way she caught the tip of my cock under the sole of her shoe, crushing it painfully against the wooden floorboard. I don’t know if my scream made any noise or not, but she wouldn’t have heard it in any case. She just stood by the table, dancing to the music, her spike heels twisting into the floor a few inches from my face. She hadn’t even looked at me, not acknowledged my existence in any way. I held my breath as her left foot swung over my face. The ultra-sharp spike heel landed on my eyebrow, missing my eye by millimeters and drilling into my skin until it felt like it had cut through to the bone. Celeste twisted around, bringing both feet together, one covering my eyes, the other my mouth. The pressure was intense, my head felt it would explode at any second, I could feel the bones in my skull creaking against the hard unyielding soles of her classic black patent leather stilettos.

For a moment Celeste just stood there. I could feel the warmth of her stockinged feet through the thin soles, could feel every tiny movement of her feet inside her shoes, every minute shift in weight. I couldn’t see a thing, but remember thinking afterward that she must have paused there to find the track she wanted on her mp3 player. She began to move her feet, not much at first, just a slow twisting action. I felt my features being twisted, my flesh pushed to extremes beneath her hard shoe soles. Then the beat must have kicked in. She started marching in place, her soles crashing down onto my mouth and eyes. I could taste blood on my lips, my vision started to get hazy, and she was really stomping down on my face. Between stomps I caught glances of her, high above, eyes closed, lost in the music, not a care in the world. I was on the verge of passing out and there she was, happy as could be.

After a couple of minutes of stomping she started to twist both feet into my face again, she was literally doing the twist, bending at the knee, forcing all her weight onto the balls of her feet. My face felt like it was about to give way, to be ripped apart under those beautiful black high heels. It was almost a relief when she straightened up and started stomping down again. I remember seeing her toe cleavage as her left foot smashed down onto my mouth, thinking how soft and beautiful her feet were inside those shoes. Her right foot slammed down over my eyes again, catching the bridge of my nose this time. I stared up at the sole as she lifted her foot, it was well worn, dirty, and heading straight back down onto my face. This time it landed square on my nose, breaking it. I heard the crack and felt it collapse. She must have felt it crunch beneath her, but, between stomps, I could see her face smiling, eyes closed, enjoying the music, dancing with complete abandon. I was sure she would have gone on dancing like this for hours if her phone hadn’t rung.

“Hi Jane, yeah, it was great. What time did you leave?”

Okay, so she hadn’t stayed at Jane’s. Where had she been all night?
“Ah, I think I was on the dance floor with Steve then. We were there most of the night. It was unbelievable. At first, we were just dancing with each other, but then they put on a few slower tracks, and, well, we started properly dancing together. He just leaned in for a kiss and… well… what can I say, it’s midday and I just got home.”

As she said this she lifted her right foot from my eyes to scratch an itch on the back of her calf. All her weight was now pressing down on my mouth. I could feel one of my front teeth start to give. As she chatted away, it gave way with a sudden jolt of searing pain. Celeste wobbled a little as she felt something give way beneath her foot. She brought her other foot back down right onto what was left of my nose to steady herself. I could feel that starting to give too. She twisted her foot from side to side a little as if she were flattening a lump under the carpet, and, sure enough, the rest of my nose gave way beneath the sole of her shoe. I imagined what she must have felt, feeling my nose collapse through the thin sole of her patent leather high heels, but all I could hear was her giggling about something else as she spoke on the phone. She really couldn’t have cared less.

“No, we didn’t have sex. But we did do some other stuff if you know what I mean.”

The humiliation was complete. Finally, Celeste stepped off my face and started pacing around as she chatted. I winced as her heel landed millimeters from my cock, a direct hit with her full weight behind it didn’t bear thinking about. She passed by again, just grazing my cock with the side of her shoe. This was Russian roulette and the stakes couldn’t get much higher. A few near misses later, Celeste’s sole landed full weight on the shaft of my cock, twisting slightly as she moved off again. The pain shot through my body, overpowering the agony I already felt across my face. I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this. What if one of those heels lands on my eye? It would go straight through. That would be the end. Celeste paused next to my cock and started absentmindedly prodding it with her toe as she chatted on the phone. She balanced it on the toe of one shoe and pressed down on it with the other, twisted it beneath her sole like a cigarette, and kicked it repeatedly with her pointy toe. It meant nothing to her, my pain meant nothing to her, she was just playing about whilst talking on the phone about the new man in her life.

Eventually, Celeste finished her conversation and, without a word, walked off upstairs to take a shower. I must have dozed off again, or more likely passed out with the pain, either way, I woke to see Celeste coming back down the stairs wearing a white silk blouse, black leather knee-length skirt, and a pair of her favorite black patent heels.

For the first time since she had returned home, she looked at me. I must have been a complete mess. She filled a jug of water and poured it over my face.

“There, you look a lot better with the blood and the dirt from my shoes washed off your face.” She bit her bottom lip in mock concern. “I suppose you’re not very happy about what happened last night. I can understand that. I just saw Mark’s cock sticking out of the floor and wanted to see what it felt like under my shoe. I suppose I could have used yours instead, but his was just nearer. I could see you staring at me, pleading with your eyes for me not to do anything. That really turned me on. I was thinking about it on the way to the club, I imagined a row of ten men all under the floorboards, ten cocks sticking up in a row. Yours would be the one on the far end. I imagined lining up my ten favorite pairs of heels and working my way along the line. I thought about my feet slipping in and out of each pair and making each of those cocks explode one after the other under my shoes, all the way along the line until I got to you. Then I imagined slipping my stockinged feet into the pair of stilettos that I’d left next to your cock, twisting on my heel, grabbing my handbag, and walking out of the door without having so much as touched you. I can’t believe how much that thought turned me on, the idea of you helplessly trapped there watching, no wonder I was so horny when I got to the club.”

Celeste took a few steps forward and stamped her feet down either side of my head, the noise was deafening. She laughed as I flinched and stood, hands-on-hips, staring down into my bloodied and battered face.

“I had another little daydream that you might enjoy. There was a long queue for the toilets at the club. I thought it would be amazing to have you there lying just near the door. Could you imagine? A constant stream of women walking all over you, standing on top of you, dancing together while they waited. Could you imagine it? Dozens and dozens of different pairs of high heels, all night long. A never-ending line of shoe soles crashing down onto your face, one after the other. The women queuing probably wouldn’t even notice you were there, or if they did, they really wouldn’t care. Imagine all the different shapes and different size heel marks that would cover every inch of your body. Imagine seeing me join the queue and slowly make my way along until I’m standing on your face, without once looking at you or breaking my conversation with my girlfriends. Imagine licking the soles of my shoes clean with all the passion and love that you have for me whilst I ignored you completely. I wouldn’t care whether it was you or anyone else if I even noticed. It’s just too much, I’m getting turned on again… anyway, move over to be beneath the dining table. I’ll be having lunch soon. You can clean my shoes while I eat.”

I slid over to push my face up through the hole in the floor in front of her chair at the table. I lay there, looking up at her chair, my cock stuck out in the middle of the floor behind it and tried to comprehend what I was doing. Why had I just obeyed despite what I had just heard? Was I in shock? Had my face been permanently disfigured? Would I ever find myself above the floorboards again? Yet, I was making Celeste happy. That was all I had ever wanted to do. If this was the price I had to pay to be around her, well, it was worth it.