Lunch with Lieke 2 min read

Posted in the original forum – many years ago:

“There have been a lot of requests to hear about my interactions with Lieke after the first event.  So I’ll write up a few of them.  Nothing too crazy until the last one.  That Lieke was something else !  But here are some fun times  in the last few weeks before she moved back to Europe. ”

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The Monday morning after the Bewusteloos trampling, I called Lieke first thing when I got to work.

“How do you feel ?” she asked with some concern.

“Like I had a boxing match with Mike Tyson.”

“Who’s that ??” Lieke asked.

“Never mind.”

After a pause Lieke said “I think things got a little carried away this weekend.”

I said “Don’t worry about it. Can I take you to lunch today ?” Which shows all was forgiven. And she said a cheerful “OK, 12:30 at the elevators”

When I saw her for our lunch date Lieke was a vision of loveliness. Dressed like a fashion model, as always. Great outfit and wearing navy blue stilettos. As we wait for the elevator she whispered in my ear “I thought of you when I chose these heels today”. My nether regions instantly went “boing”.

We went to the lunch place and made our orders. I paid for both which made Lieke smile and we picked a table in the back.

Lieke got straight to the point “So you have fetish for the trample ?”

I asked “How much would it cost to see you in your other life ?”

She replied “You couldn’t afford it. Besides it would be too weird.”

So as we ate, she quietly told me some tidbits about her other job. Apparently there are lots of rich, powerful guys in NYC that enjoy being walked on, spanked, punched, kicked and some other things which she wouldn’t mention while we were eating. It was a fascinating window into a world that I never knew existed.

As we finished Lieke said “But now that I know your secret, so I can have some fun with you.”

I squirmed in my chair a little bit.

“I am kryptonite to your ubermensch.”

I couldn’t figure out why she was quoting Nietzsche but then light bulb went on over my head. I blurted out “Superman”.

“Ja ja, super man”

Lieke continued “I understand you now. Probably better than you understand yourself.”

She looked right in my eyes and I felt her high heel pump sliding around my lower leg, rubbing all over me. I was totally bewitched and aroused. Then without any warning Lieke stabbed her spike heel down on my shoe with a brutal stomp. It felt like one of my toes has been cut off. And Lieke just got up from the table & left like nothing happened.

I, however, limped back to the office. And now my shoe had a permanent stiletto heel shaped mark cut into it.