written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
About a week ago I had a rough time in the shopping mall that I normally love to visit. It’s an upscale place so there are always lots of opportunities to see well dressed women and their beautiful shoes & boots…
I was about to leave when I saw this petite young woman approach one of the clothing stores. Damn was she cute! …gray jacket with matching skirt that just barely covered her little bottom. She had on black leather s with kitten heels and a little bow on the toe… This girl was so attractive and stylish. I couldn’t stop thinking what it would be like to have her walk all over me…
She went inside to the ladies department so I waited at the window and stared at her a bit. I fantasized about what it would be like to be under those gorgeous shoes…She caught me looking at her and moved away with a scowl…Even though I knew it might be seen as kind of rude, I absolutely had to go inside and get a better look at her. Everything about this woman was so perfect…
When I got near to where she was, her back was to me near a rack of clothes. I was in a slight hurry as I had to get home fairly soon so I knelt down by the clothes rack to get a better look at her shoes.
Just as I did she turned, saw me and said “may I help you find something?” in a curt tone. Startled, I said “no”. And then, with the pressure on, I simply blurted out a confession that actually I only wanted a closer look at her feet and shoes. She then gave me a nasty look, called me a pervert & walked away…I should have left it at that and gotten out of that store but she was too lovely to let alone…
I approached her again, trying to be more respectful with my delivery this time. I asked if she was curious as to why I was interested in her shoes. She seemed to soften up a bit and responded “maybe a little curious” and asked what it was I wanted…I told her that I loved to be under a woman’s shoe, to be stepped on & trampled by attractive women. She laughed at me and said “are you kidding ?” and I sheepishly said “no”…
I looked at her lovely face as she seemed to do some calculations in her mind. Then she said “Well, as odd as your request is, I guess that it could not hurt me to help you out.” Then after a pause she asked “Are you positive you can handle these heels ? They are short but really sharp” while crossing her leg and and rotating her ankle in a coquettish manner to let me see those slender 2 inch (5 cm) kitten heels up close. In the clear light those short stilettos looked like mini daggers. Her face had that “are you sure about this?” expression which was really cute.
And even though she was quite slim, she was still a full grown women, probably 110 pounds (50 kilos). So I would have been smart to think twice about getting walked on by those heels. But my hormones raged and overruled any logic or common sense in my brain. I was incredibly turned on by this attractive young woman who was basically saying she was willing to step on me in those spike heels like it was no big deal. Unable to articulate any words I just nodded my head like a big dope, thus sealing my fate.
So with a cheerful tone she picked out a quiet spot in the store and we went over there. The lovely young lass gave me a big smile and said “Lay down on the floor right here and I will walk all over you.” I did on my stomach and she said “Oh no, face up.” Which raised my enthusiasm even more! The beautiful young girl then laughed and said “This might even be fun”…
In all the excitement that was going through my head I forgot that she had called me a pervert. I never even considered that maybe this could be a trick…I was thinking with my loins instead of my brain. But throwing caution to the wind I did exactly as she suggested…
I laid down between two racks of clothes on my back and told her anytime she was ready….She smiled sweetly and said “close your eyes because I do not want you to look up my skirt” and I obliged. Being so modest made her even more adorable. She then coolly said “Are you ready?”…”Sure”, I replied, “go right ahead”.
The next thing I saw were STARS and LOTS OF THEM!!!!
This lady must have raised her foot to the ceiling and stomped down on my balls as hard as she could!!!! I could not breathe or even scream it hurt so badly. I thought I might throw up. It was like all time had completely stopped and and I was having an out-of-body experience! How could somebody so tiny cause me so much pain ???
As I was trying to regain my consciousness she began to grind her tiny spike heel right into my groin with a lot of force, leaning all her body weight into it…It was like somebody was stabbing me in my testicles with a screwdriver and twisting it ! The pain was excruciating and I was so confused at how she could be so cruel. This petite little stomper had been so sweet just moments before…
The next thing I knew she stopped digging her heel into my privates and walked around behind me as I curled up into a ball. She then stepped down hard on my head with the pointy toe of her shoe. Her stylish little was on the side of my face pushing down and grinding my ear and cheek relentlessly. The smell of leather and dirt overwhelmed me as she crushed my face under her shoe over and over again with all the force that she could.
Then she called me a pervert for the second time as she held her shoe directly over my face with that little stiletto heel looking oh-so menacing. As I gazed up at her well worn shoe sole, I was actually afraid she might stomp on my face with her heel to punish me even more ! At that point she was in total control. Since I was incapacitated there was nothing I could do to stop her. But, as her shoe hung over my face, she only told me that I had better never try this again with any other woman. And,if she hears about it she will call the authorities and testify against me.
After that she put her spike heel firmly on the side of my jaw and, as a parting gift, walked over my face with all her body weight, her other heel landing on the tile floor with a loud clack. The tiny dominatrix then just strutted away, leaving me on the ground to fend for myself.
Even though I was mostly out of it, I knew I had to get up before someone saw me there. That took me a while since I was so knackered at that point. When I finally got up she was (thankfully) nowhere in sight. So I hobbled out of the store and to my car…
It was actually hard to walk straight for the next two days after her brutal treatment. My poor balls ! And my jaw had a tiny red square where the young lady had stepped on my face with her short stiletto heel.
To explain these injuries for my wife, I simply lied and said that I had a cramp from exercising too much and had cut myself shaving … But the real truth was a beautiful young woman had put me in my place under her cruel little heels, an experience that was both terrible and wonderful at the same time.