A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 7 min read

— Part two —

Kimberly rubbed her incredible lycra clad body against my bare skin, then lifted one of those evil steel spiked heels out of my instep, putting all her weight on the other heel. She rubbed her boot against my leg, dragging the sharp heel up my calf, then pushed the heel back down the side of my leg, scratching it badly and drawing blood. Then she did the same to her other leg, dragging the heel up then driving it back down along my poor skin.

She stepped back and surveyed her work with her hands on her lovely hips. She then sat back on her bed and said, “Had enough of these bad boys yet, got enough holes?” I could not answer, I was still sobbing in pain.

“I think I want to play some more. Should we go sporty or tarty, do you think?” she said in a very sweet, playful voice. She rubbed her legs and then her crotch, which looked a bit wet. “Well, I appear to be dressed for sporty, so let’s go with that then, shall we?”

I was too hurt, slow and stupid to understand what that meant. I was going to find out soon though.

She started rummaging in a plastic box in the corner of her room and produced several lengths of nylon rope. She was grinning madly as she grabbed my arms and started to tie the ropes to them. She made them pretty tight, but I felt in no condition to argue. She then pulled me over next to her bed and tied my arms to the base of the bed. As she stepped back, the tiny steel spike crushed down on the palm of my hand and I screamed out.

“Oh dear, that was loud, this will not do at all,” she said, now sounding like a schoolmistress.

Back to her storage box, and another good rummage, then she produced a little red ball with some straps attached. It hit me suddenly that it was a ball gag, she actually had a ball gag?!?!? What else did this woman have stashed away? She grinned at me then at the gag, then frowned and said “oh, it’s a little dirty … let’s fix that” and rubbed it against her wet crotch!! Grinning again, she bent down and pushed it into my mouth, then secured the straps on my head.

“Need to test that honey,” she said, then placed her razor sharp heel on the tip of my nipple and slowly increased the pressure. Oh god, that hurt as more and more of her weight pushed the sharp edged spike into my skin. I was crying out, but the gag was doing its job, my cries were well muffled. As she held herself up against the wall, she balanced all her gorgeous weight on the tip of that magnificent steel spike heel as I tried in vain to scream through the gag, then in an especially evil act, she swung her whole body, pivoting on the heel.

I felt the skin give way and the heel sink through the flesh into my chest, then an immense sharp pain as the steel tip hit bone and started grinding. I shrieked at the top of my voice, but it was muffled, and I hardly made a noise through the gag. Kimberly stepped back off me and ripped her heel back out of my chest, laughing. She was laughing, like a happy little schoolgirl.

“That works so well, just what you needed to keep the noise down,” and men don’t really need nipples, so no loss there,” she sweetly chirped. She then set about tying my legs to something. I could not see what she was doing, but the ropes were tight, and I could not move. I was scared and very sore. I was really worried about where this was going.

“Perfect!!” she exclaimed, “now let’s play sporty trample shall we?” I was getting it, and I was very concerned about what she planned to try out on my exposed naked flesh.

She was actually humming to herself as she dug into her huge closet and started digging out shoes. I struggled but could not see what she was doing. I could see a lot of shoes on racks, some very high heels were in that closet. My dick betrayed me again, and I felt myself getting harder.

She noticed and smiled as she moved past me and sat on the bed. She was carrying what looked like trail shoes and hiking shoes. She took her evil boots off and put them to one side. I breathed out a sigh of relief, and she smiled at me. “A bit early to relax, although I see you are enjoying yourself”. She said.

The next moment she was on top of my chest, my stomach, my groin and thighs, then back up to the top of my chest. I was surprised how much the sharp tread pattern was hurting. These trail shoes had a hell of a grip as she ground them into me, then raked them back across the skin. That felt like there were pikes on the bottom, but there were not. It was just a rough rubber sole. As she balanced forwards onto the toes, the sole gripped into my shoulders as her weight drove down into me.

Then she stepped forwards with first one shoe, then the other as she crushed my face and head beneath that rough tread. It felt like ages of pain but was really only seconds before she stepped back. Looking down at me, she laughed and reached for her iPhone on the side table. She took a couple of photos, still grinning and balanced on her toes, digging that sharp tread into my soft stomach, she showed me her phone. There was my face in obvious pain, overlaid with the rough tread pattern from her shoes.

She gave a sweet little “hmm” then sat back on her bed and removed the trail shoes, replacing them with her hiking boots. She waved her boot over my face so I got a good view of the rough tread, then stood up and jumped onto my stomach, then my chest. She walked and stomped all over me, but in truth these boots were not so harsh, and it was not so hard to take. She was clearly disappointed.

Stepping off me, she again explored her closet and selected several more pairs of sporty footwear. She started stacking a selection on the far side of her bed where I could not see. She had an evil look on her face as she selected her intended punishment tools. At one point she stopped and looked at me thoughtfully, which for some reason shared the shit out of me. I suddenly felt cold, like she was planning something that would really hurt. It turned out I was right.

She went back to her storage box collection and pulled out some folded plastic sheets. Crouching down, she unfolded some and slid them under me. My heart was pounding as she said, “I think you are going to be a bleeder, and I don’t want to have the carpet cleaned.”Bleeder?!?!? Blood?!?!? I tried to scream at her, but she ignored me.

Sitting on her bed, she changed from her hiking boots, and there was a flash of colour on her feet as she showed me football cleats with round metal studs. This was going to be harsh. She smiled and stood up, and walking around me I could hear the cleats crunching into the plastic. She then slammed the cold metal studs into my groin, and ground them in. Leaning forward, the studs on the sole trapped my dick and crushed it. The studs had sharp edges which were ripping the skin as the cold, unyielding metal crushed into me.

She seemed happier as I groaned and cried out, she started jumping on me and slamming the studs into me harder and harder. As she stomped on my chest, the studs slid between my ribs and ripped at my skin. Again she stood on her toes at the top of my chest, hands on her hips, looking so beautiful, the studs crushing into my shoulder muscles. She grinned then stepped up onto my face. The feeling of those cold studs crushing my forehead, cheeks, and chin was incredible. One stud was pushing my left eyeball into my skull, and hurt like hell as I saw stars.