Late Night Train 17 min read

written by BITEME
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

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Author warnings:

This story contains some elements that might be considered racism. However, if you read it you will know the race is NOT the focus.

Also, the story is fiction inspired by some of my own true experiences.
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It is close to 2 AM. Lin stands uncomfortably in the packed subway. Being a grad student on a student visa and the only son of a poor Chinese family, he often stays late into the night in the research lab with the hope that his outstanding academic performance will one day land him a nice paying job and take some pressure off his parents. Unfortunately, that often means a general lack of sleep and social life. At 26 years old he belongs to the increasingly rare breed of men that have never dated a girl. Of course, his shy demeanor does not help, either. In any case, his current dilemma doesn’t involve any specific girl. Rather, it’s the rush of new year’s eve party-goers trying to get home. Combined with the sudden snow throughout the day, the train is unusually crowded.

The train shudders to a stop and the door opens. More people get on and the crowd pushes Lin in front of a line of seats. Obviously, all the seats are occupied long ago so the only thing he can do is just keep his eyes open in case anyone decides to get off. Looking around him it seems that he is surrounded by shit-faced drunkards that can barely tell where they are. That’s when he finally notices the beautiful woman seated right in front of him. She looks to be about the same age as him. Her perfectly clean face exudes a cold beauty like a classic Roman marble statue. She is wearing earphones and her wavy long blond hair drapes over her shoulders like something from an oil painting. The expensive form-fitting flare coat on her body doesn’t hide the sexy curves beneath it. Her right leg is crossed over her left in a feminine fashion. Her legs are covered in long black tights that end in a pair of black knee-high boots. The heels are about 4 inches in length and about 1 cm in diameter at the bottom. The few nerdy girls Lin knows in his life don’t dress like this at all so he is taking this chance to secretly get an eyeful.

The wave of people finally wakes up Stacy. She has never taken the subway before last month. However, after she got her license suspended for DUI she has no choice but to take the subway whenever she has her outings with her girlfriends. Today is no exception. She hates crowds. The mass of human bodies encroaching on her personal space truly annoys her. She was already forced to stand deep in wet mud and snow during the new year countdown because there were simply too many people. Now once again she barely has any leg room! And look at this diminutive man in front of her. Is he staring at her legs? As though he has any chance with her in reality! The thought flashed in her mind and she smirks to herself just as the train takes a large turn. The crowd and the man lean in towards her side. The side of her right boot lightly brushes against the man’s calf.

The sudden contact jolts Lin back into reality and he shifts his attention downward. He can see that her boot is resting against his leg but the crowd around him and the centrifugal force from the turn are preventing him from moving back out of the way. Strangely, she doesn’t seem to care. Perhaps she simply doesn’t realize it. Her boot is wet from the snow with a layer of caked mud all around it. On one hand, Lin wants her to stop because he doesn’t want to get his own pants dirty. On the other hand, it is strangely fascinating. Someone bumps into him from behind and he stumbles forward. Her boot is now firmly wedged in between his legs, with the heel digging lightly into his flesh. Now she must have felt that for sure! Still, the woman makes no attempt to uncross her leg or move it away. In fact, Lin can feel her resting her boot comfortably on his legs and digging her heel a bit deeper. He can also feel the wetness from the melting street snow penetrating the way-too-thin fabric of his cheap pants. Is she for real? He is interrupted by a scream from the man that bumped into him, “Put your backpack on the floor!” The unexpected scolding catches Lin off guard and he quickly complies by squeezing his backpack in between his legs, pushing the woman’s dangling booted foot back towards her.

Lin’s move infuriates Stacy. So what if she was resting her boot against his legs? She still can’t believe he has the gall to push her foot away and further invade her legroom with his backpack. Doesn’t he understand that the train is crowded so it is inevitable that her foot is going to be brushing against someone’s leg as long as her legs are crossed? He should be honored that person turns out to be him! While you can’t change ugly without plastic surgery (not like he can afford it anyway), stupidity is a choice and that deserves vengeance. With her newfound determination, Stacy quickly concocts a plan. The train is now turning the other way so the crowd and the man are all leaning away from her, giving her some precious room for maneuvers. He also seems to be distracted by an advertisement overhead. This is a golden opportunity! She raises her left boot and steps down on the backpack lying between his legs. She manages to crunch the soft backpack down until her foot is firmly resting six inches above the ground. He still hasn’t noticed! With that, she smoothly crosses her right leg over her left again at an angle, this time her right boot ends up right in between the man’s thighs and mere centimeters away from his crotch! Mission accomplished and time to pretend to be asleep.

The train has resumed moving straight and with that Lin swings back into his original position. The feeling of something hard against his crotch makes him instinctively close his thighs and almost jump up! He quickly gazes down…absolutely unbelievable! Her right boot is pushed firmly against his nether region. The heel now digs harshly into the soft, fatty tissues of his thigh and the wet snow melting from the bottom of her boot is being absorbed right into the area. He can see some mud is also smudged over his pants. Oh, not only that, the reason her right foot is now so high up is that she is stepping straight down the middle of his backpack with her left, using it as a footrest and leaving some mud and a huge wet mark on it! She seems to be asleep. Should he wake her up and stop this? But she also has earphones on so unless he really says it out loud she probably won’t hear anything. Honestly, this is pretty embarrassing and bizarre. Lin doesn’t want any other passengers to notice. Plus, even with the pain and uncomfortable feeling of melting snow on his crotch, strangely the whole situation doesn’t feel so bad. In a sense it actually feels quite erotic, but why?

A good five minutes pass while Lin tries his best to look like nothing is happening. But his dick is clearly having its own thought process. It is now rock hard and trying its best to fight against the top of the stiletto boot that’s torturing it. All of a sudden the light goes out as the train rolls to a stop. Soon the driver is making an announcement, “Attention, passengers. We have encountered some power issues. Unfortunately, we have no immediate ways to remedy the situation. I will keep you posted as soon as possible. Please stay calm and wait while the issue is being resolved. Sorry for the inconvenience.” That’s just great, thought Lin. They are going to be in total darkness for a while. At least now no one will see what is happening to him. A quick movement cuts through his thought. The woman’s right boot flares up and flips his erect penis upwards. In one quick motion, she catches his penis between the bottom of her boot and his abdomen. Lin feels himself tighten up. The stiletto heel from her right boot is now digging painfully into his testicles while the front sole of her boot crushes his penis mercilessly. Is she really asleep or is she doing this on purpose? With the whole car in total darkness, Lin can’t really see anything. All he can do is endure the dreadful crush on his member.

If Stacy was having fun before she is now having the thrill of her life. As soon as she noticed him getting hard she changed her plan completely. Initially, she just wanted to step on his things and make his pants dirty for revenge. She did not expect to sexually humiliate a stranger with her dirty boots in public. With people all around her no less! Now the lights are out she doesn’t even need to contain her smile anymore. With the cover of darkness and his penis caught under her boot, she is in charge. Slowly she starts to move her right boot up and down. Only a very slight and slow movement at first. He doesn’t seem to pull away. The game is on! Soon she is pushing her boot hard into the man’s stomach with his penis in between and grinding rhythmically. She can feel her heel mangling his balls as she moves and it’s giving her such a rush of power. In the occasional silence, she can hear him trying to stifle his panting and groaning. This is so much fun!

In the darkness, a cellphone starts ringing loudly. The man suddenly leans in and says to her quietly in a heavy Chinese accent, “Excuse me, lady. You are stepping on me. Can you move your foot, please?” Stacy freezes. However, as a rich and empowered woman, she knows how to manipulate things to her advantage. The day she lets some fresh-off-the-boat Chinese kid with broken English tell her what to do is the day the sun rises from the West. She quickly recovers and whispers to him, “No. If you try to stop me I will say you grabbed my foot and put it there by force. We’ll see how long you last in court for sexual assault before you are deported.” The crowd of drunkards surrounding them seems to be completely oblivious to the exchange. The cellphone stops ringing and the man jerks back to his original position, his hands holding onto her boot in a futile attempt to stop her from renewing the onslaught. She can’t really make out what his facial expression is, but hey, in this society no one believes the men, especially for something as ridiculous as this. Now that the cat is out of the bag there is no point in beating around the bush. She leans in and tugs on his shirt. He slowly leans forward again and she whispers, “crouch”.

Lin cannot believe the audacity of this beautiful but absolutely terrible bitch. It is true, however, that she has the upper hand. His family depends on him for support and he cannot jeopardize his work here no matter what. Nevertheless, with so many people around it is hard enough to stay standing without getting knocked over. How can she expect him to crouch? Suddenly the woman sweeps his backpack under the seat with her foot and makes some space by pulling her legs slightly back. With the new space that she graciously provided Lin slowly squats down until he is holding himself up with his hands on the floor in front of him. A dim light shines into his face. She is holding her phone and using it to check out what he looks like, discreetly. Before anyone else catches on she turns off the phone and pushed her left leg forward once again, this time stepping onto his left hand with the heel digging into the center of the back. Before he can protest he feels something hard probing his face. He manages to blurt out a slight “wha..” right before she shoves her right heel deep into his mouth. Fortunately, the heel is only 4 inches long so it didn’t reach the back of his throat. Still, he tries to pull back only to have her grab onto his hair and hold him in place. Even though his pants have already absorbed most of the dirty snow water a little bit of it is still left on the length of the heel. His tongue is now forced to lick and savor it. Soon she rests her right leg directly on his mouth and Lin is forced to grab onto her boot with his still free right hand to ease the pain. He can feel the sandy texture of dried mud on the otherwise smooth leather surface. Pieces of it fall into his mouth. The mud that still remains on her heel is slowly mixing with his saliva and turning into real mud again, flowing down his esophagus. It tastes bitter.

The old couple seated beside Stacy seems to be sound asleep and snoring audibly. However, Stacy is anything but asleep. After all, she is nailing a total stranger’s hand to the floor with her heel. Her other heel is deep in his mouth. It is almost like she is turning the table and now sexually penetrating this man. She lifts up her left foot from the man’s battered hand and puts it right on his shoulder. With some slight kicking, she signals the man to come closer. He sits down with his legs now under the seat beside his crushed backpack, all the while still sucking on the heel in his mouth. Stacy lifts up her left foot again and forces that heel to go into the man’s mouth as well. With a sudden push, he now lies with his head on the floor. Both of Stacy’s heels are deep in his mouth and the soles of her boots cover his eyes. The poor man is trying to hold onto the bottom of her boots with his hands. Her heels are like a genital that she has newly discovered. A genital that is reserved for the lowest scums to worship. A way for her to derive sexual gratifications from men while maintaining her purity and superiority. Before Stacy realizes it she is slowly massaging her own crotch. She is so glad that this is one of those days she decides to be naughty and not wear any panties. Under the darkness, she reaches into her handbag and pulls out her vibrator egg. Soon it is buried deep in her pussy and she is vigorously stimulating her clitoris with her fingers as the toy does its work. Even though she can’t really see the man, she knows he is suffering under her high-heeled boots as she pleasures herself.

The motors of the train spring back to life with a deep hum. Strangely the lights do not come back on. From experience, Stacy knows it will only be a few minutes before the train pulls into the station where she has to get off. The driver makes the announcement for the next station and once again starts a long-winded explanation and apology for the blackout. It cannot come at a better time as Stacy feels herself building up towards the climax. With a barely contained moan, she leans forward and is now literally squatting on the man’s face with all of her weight. Her heels are in his mouth and her boot soles are crushing down on his eyes. She can feel the man grabbing onto her boots in a desperate attempt to stabilize her and alleviate some of the weight from his face. Suddenly both of her boot soles slip from the man’s closed eyes and end up on the sides of his face, crushing his hands. Stacy feels her heels slide into his mouth even further and slightly touch the floor, or rather, the back of his throat. He immediately starts gag reflex choking on her heels. Riding on this violent shaking Stacy reaches an explosive orgasm. She has to put her hand over her own mouth to stop her moaning from overcoming the sound of the most timely announcement ever. She can feel that he is retching from gagging on her heels repeatedly, but she doesn’t care. This special moment is for her to enjoy and this man’s well-being is just not important. No, the destruction of this man’s well-being by her is exactly why this moment is so special and enjoyable.

Lin is also having the experience of his life. A proper near-death experience. He thanks the stars that he skipped out on dinner and only ate a little bit of lunch, otherwise he might be choking to death on his own vomit right now. The angel of death on top of him lets out a deep sigh followed by a series of ecstatic convulsions. He can feel the water splashing onto his abused face. The woman repositions her vagina above her legs and says matter of factly, “clean them”. A pungent liquid soon flows down her boots and into his mouth through the heels still stuck deep inside. The crowd is still in their drunken stupor and seems to take no notice of her shameless command. With great difficulty he manages to lift her entire body up slightly with his hands, freeing his tongue so he can go to work on her heels. His mouth was dry from sucking on her muddy heel before but now with her juice steadily pouring in he can once again gulp down the muddy mixture by the mouthful. The train is pulling into the station soon and Lin’s nightmare is almost over. Suddenly she pulls her heels out from his mouth. Under the dim light of the faraway station, he can see the crazy bitch turning sideways to put her vibrator back into her handbag. In doing so she puts her right boot on his chest while the arch of her left boot is straddling his mouth. In one smooth motion, she stands up on him holding onto the handrail. With her left foot being lower compared to her right most of her weight naturally shifts towards the left side. Her left heel sinks into his cheek. The pressure is so intense his mouth is forced open. She stays there for about 20 seconds as she plays with her hair and absent-mindedly checks her clothes. All the while Lin is forced to withstand the incredible pain of her boot heel drilling into his face at almost full weight. Finally, she crosses her right foot over and steps off his chest. As luck would have it she carelessly lands her right heel directly on his open palm. When he makes a muffled cry she gives him a cruel wink, rocks back on her heel while lifting her left leg up behind her for a cute pose. The pain smashes into Lin like a tsunami. Just as he is about to let out his agonizing screams she steps off his hand and pushes through the crowd for the door with a series of seductive sways of her hip.

The next day the newspaper publishes an article talking about a man being seriously injured during a subway ride. The victim however attributes this to falling down while intoxicated and being accidentally trampled by the unsuspecting crowd in total darkness. No criminal charges are being laid and he is not planning to file any civil suits against the subway operator.

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