Tina the Sadist 9 min read

I have known Tina for many years. I was very much drawn to her and have been from the first day I met her although I was never sure why she reciprocated my affection. Tina is tall, attractive and slim with a beautiful smile. I’m sure most people thought she was completely wasting her time with an oaf like me. Our relationship was never sexual but there was a curious bond that held us together. But I never imagined that in less than one hour I would understand the full extent of that bond and of the role I would be playing out in our future together.

Today she had on a knee length denim skirt, woolly jumper and leather waist length jacket. She was also wearing a pair of knee length black boots with a high heel. She always seemed to wear menacing looking black boots though she never exhibited the traits of a dominant women. It is probably only in my twisted imagination that black boots must be perceived as dominant. But just looking at them would almost always almost give me the strong desire to throw myself at her feet. I always resisted these temptations lest it would mark the end of our friendship. Instead I would limit myself to more risk free antics, such as contriving situations where I had to put my hands on the floor near those dangerous-looking boots, hoping she would step on my fingers “by accident” (which happened surprisingly often). Anther favorite trick of mine was placing a snail or similar entity on her doorstep just before knocking on her door. I would try to keep her distracted as she would step forward and hopefully crush the snail beneath her boots, my heart always beating fast in anticipation. Usually though she would notice it and step over it or just plain miss it. When it worked, however, I would go through the rest of the day in a state of semi-arousal. Normally she would not kill a fly.

As we approached the car we agreed that she would first reverse before I climbed in, since there was insufficient room for my considerable frame between her car and the one parked alongside. At times like this I often take the opportunity to exercise another of my little deviant desires. Tina is a nice girl and so naïve, I always found it easy to play these games, I’m sure she would be mortified if she knew what is about to happen. As she closed the car door and the engine whirred into life, I was already placing my left hand behind the rear left wheel, I remember the first time I attempted this and being petrified and excited at the same time, with no idea as to the possible damage to my hand. For sure it was painful but not as excruciating as I first suspected and no broken bones.

The car started moving slowly, the rear wheel rolling over my hand, followed by the usual grimace and stab of pain as the wheel crushed my fingers. Then suddenly the car stopped. This was unexpected, what could be wrong ? There was no reason to stop as far as I could see – no other car blocking her exit. Then I looked up and my eyes met hers in the side view mirror. I didn’t realize that she could see me ! As I crouched there surprised and confused, the engine was turned off and the car door opened. I could not look over the car so I dropped closer to the ground and could see that Tina was slowly walking around the car towards me. I thought quickly but there was absolutely no excuse that came to mind to explain the position I now find myself in. Her sweet innocent face came into view and, to my surprise, she was smiling, a kind of smirk more than a smile, a look I have never remembered seeing before. She stepped close and knelt down to take a close look at the damage being done to my hand. Again she looked at me and asked me if it was hurting, at the same time taking a sitting position over the wheel of the car, directly over my hand. You would think the few extra pounds would not result in any significant increased pressure, but the extra weight on my hand was noticeable. She just smiled.

Tina took out a cigarette and started smoking and then she started to talk softly, in the same quiet voice I was accustomed to but with a determination and purpose I had not noticed before. She explained to me her suspicions about my deviant desires, that for a long time the signs were there. On too many occasions she found herself stepping onto my fingers when I would gingerly slide my hand towards her feet. Of course I remembered these events well. It’s amazing how many times you can contrive such an event but I guess she must have caught on and the strange thing is. Looking back, she must have known all along and stepped onto my fingers intentionally.

My left hand was totally numb by now, as she continued to smoke and smile at me until finally she jumped off the car. She stepped onto the wrist of my right hand, trapping it there beneath her right boot. She lowered herself, bringing her face close to mine and blowing cigarette smoke into it. Then, as the cigarette was almost finished, she looked me first in the eyes and then to the cigarette, a smile crossing her face. She placed the cigarette on my right hand, which was still held firmly in place beneath her boot. The heat of the cigarette intensified as she raised herself back to a standing position and looked down at the cigarette, hovering the sole of her boot over it. The pain from the burning cigarette was intense by now and it was almost an act of mercy when she finally stepped onto the back of my hand, crushing the cigarette out with a grinding motion of her boot. The cigarette was extinguished after only a few seconds but she seemed to delight in continuing grinding and crushing my fingers. Finally she stopped and placed the sharp edge of her heel over my knuckles and applied her full weight onto her high heel as she stepped forward and returned to the driver side of the car. I am not even sure that she noticed the faint cracking sound as the full weight of her heel came to bear on my hand but by now she was back in the car and starting the engine. She slowly reversed and at last my hand was free, my left hand red and raw with the tire marks embedded firmly into the skin and my right hand with a cigarette burn and some crushed knuckles.

I started to lift myself from the ground, not entirely clear where this left our friendship and not sure I could even look her in the face. As I made my way towards the passenger door, she beckoned me to come round to the driver side. My emotions were confused by now, embarrassed that my secret was out and excited about what had just happened. I was especially aroused by the cruel and clinical way that she had just treated me. As I approached her, she got out and motioned for me to lay down at her feet. To my surprise I settled there immediately on the hard pavement. She suddenly gave me two choices: I could leave now and we would never see each other again or I would dedicate myself to her for the rest of my life. She explained that she cared for me deeply as a friend but nonetheless I would be committing myself to a life of humiliation and pain if I decided to stay. I still couldn’t believe I was hearing this from Tina – but maybe it was always meant to be like this, perhaps this was where I belonged. I looked up at her and must admit to feeling close to tears; I couldn’t understand this emotion and no matter how hard I tried, no words would come.

She said first, though, that I had to show I could withstand the sort of treatment she had in mind for me. After the cigarette incident I knew that she was capable of a degree of cruelty I never before imagined. I was laying there silently ready to take whatever was coming my way and she obviously took this silence as a further sign of my willingness to endure her every whim. She slowly positioned herself by my head, one foot either side. As I looked up I saw her staring down at me with a cold, dispassionate look. She then raised her right boot and placed it deliberately and slowly onto my face, with the sole pressing down onto my nose. I immediately realized that this was my rightful place all along, looking up at Tina as she stood there, hands on hip, and her boot firmly planted on my face. And she wasn’t finished yet, as she then took a hold of the car door for balance, she started to lift her weight onto my face until suddenly she was standing on it full weight. The hard leather sole of her boot was crushing my nose, and tears of pain started streaming down my cheeks. Not content with just standing there, she started to grind my nose under her boot, twisting on it with all of her weight. This motion started to rip and tear at my skin and I was sure it was only a matter of time until my nose simply exploded under the relentless pressure and crush of her entire body. Eventually she dismounted and bent over to take a close look at the damage she had just inflicted; she touched the tip of my nose with her finger and then drew it back to reveal a spec of blood and some shards of skin. Her radiant smile washed over me and she whispered into my ear “Welcome to your new life!”