The End 6 min read

Hogtied under the table he realized that he couldn’t move. His body was sore and trying to look around he found that there was a leather strap around his forehead and neck preventing even the slightest movement.

He was facing out from under the table looking under a chair in front of him and beyond that, he saw a woman from the waist down walking back and forth at the counter. Straining as much as he could he tried to move enough to see who it was but no such luck. He wasn’t afforded even a millimeter.
She was busy with what he thought sounded as if she was preparing something to eat. He went to yell but nothing came out of his mouth. Sweat began to form as his heart pounded in his chest.

His mind was in a spin trying to figure out what happened for him to wind up in this position. As he was thinking his heart began to pound even harder when he realized that he didn’t even know who HE was…

Looking back out beyond the chair he watched as she continued to work at the counter. Her dress was soft looking and moved with her as it flipped under her ass with every step she took. Her legs were smooth and perfect down to her black shoes. His eyes focused on her feet as she walked back and forth. Black slingback three-inch heeled shoes with not too much of a pointed toe. The soles were well worn as were the tips of her heels.

He was in a dream state as he realized that he had a hard-on as he looked at her feet. Why was that so? Why did he have that reaction as he looked at her feet and footwear?

She walked toward the table and as he watched it was as if she was walking in slow motion. He saw everything. Her right foot started to swing forward, floating just above the floor as it moved. Her left foot began to bend behind the toes and the leather began to wrinkle as the heel started to lift from the floor.

The heel of her right shoe made contact with the floor and her foot rolled till the sole of the shoe touched the floor. The muscles in the front of her foot moved and he saw her foot spread inside the shoe as weight was transferred. He saw the leather of the shoe around her toes give way as the weight increased and he could see her toes through the leather. This happened over and over with each step. It seemed to take an hour for her to reach the five feet to the table. His mind was spinning when her shoes came to rest together by the table. He heard her set things on the table and watched as she returned to the counter.

Why was he so intrigued with all this? I’m aroused, scared and in the dark about it all.

Then she turned and approached the table again and pulled out the chair and sat down. Swinging her feet under the table he saw the soles and heels descend toward his face and then blackness and stars. Her right heel slammed into his right eye causing pain and the stars. The sole of her shoe smashed his ear under its weight. Her left shoe found his mouth and the heel was driven between his lips when he went to scream. The heel raked down the roof of his mouth taking some skin with it and came to rest on the back of his throat causing him to gag. He felt her apply pressure to her feet as she adjusted in her chair for comfort. His chest heaved several times as he choked on her heel pressing into the soft part in the back of his throat.
She moved and ripped the heel out of his mouth to cross her legs.

He was thankful until her foot came to rest on top of her right foot with a thud causing more stars. The sharp tip of the right heel was digging into the bone of his lower eye socket sending white heat-like pain. He couldn’t keep his eye closed tight any longer and felt his eyelid squish out from under her heel leaving his eye to take the heel directly.

The pain was intense but why did he still have a hard-on??

His head was spinning trying to figure it all out. Flashes of thoughts would come to him but they were just there with no connection. He would start to put something together and she would adjust in her chair and send more pain through him and still, his dick would remain hard and a confused excitement coursed through his veins.

Taking a glass of wine she sets back into the chair and relaxes. She moves her feet to get comfortable and again he can’t scream. Her right heel raked across his nose gouging as it went and came to rest on his eye again but this time she rocked her foot from the side before raising her sole and sliding it down the side of his head. Her heel opened his eyelid and pinned it up by his eyebrow inside out under her heel. The left heel found its way inside his mouth and jammed into the joint of his jaw.

Time stood still as she relaxed and he suffered. Pushing off she drove her shoes into him as she pushed her chair out and cleaned up. When she finished she walked over to him and bent down and grabbed a rope down by his feet and pulled him out from under the table with ease. He spun around as she dragged him behind her.

I can’t believe how strong she is he thought to himself as he moved across the floor. Dropping the rope she walked into another room and he surveyed the room around him. His eyes stopped at the TV and his heart sank. In the reflection, he saw himself. Not only did he still not know who he was but it was his body or what was left of it. His arms were missing just above his elbows and his legs were gone just above his knees. A straight jacket-type outfit held what was left of them in a cacoon set up with his genitals exposed. A board came up the back to which his head was attached.
What the hell is going on he screamed in his head.

With his head spinning he hears her footsteps as she comes back into the room. She grabs the rope and positions him in front of the couch. It’s now that he sees what she looks like for the first time.

His mouth drops open followed by a mouthed “oh my G_ _” She stands in front of him looking at the TV guide and he can’t take his eyes off her. Everything about her leaves him in awe. His memory jolts him to cry as he begins to remember things about himself and her.