I was destroyed 6 min read

written in August 2002

I have always wanted to push my limits to the max. My wife knows I like taking it to the max, but she always backs off on me. So, I came up with an idea to try… I figured if she could not see the pain on my face or the look of panic in my eyes that she would really pulverize me well.

I bought her a new walkman with a new cd that she had been wanting to get. I told her I wanted to be tied down and trampled for 20 minutes non-stop with her heels. She agreed to do this for me while wearing her new walkman (so she couldn’t hear me beg her to get off). I had this on my mind all day at work yesterday. She called me several times teasing me and telling me I was going to get it worse than ever before. I got home before she did and started setting up. I found a long metal rod that would reach my hands with my arms stretched out to the side and tape for her to tape me in place. I was still in the process of setting things up when she came in. She just smiled and asked if I was ready. I said oh yeah. I took off my shirt and lay on the floor, she told me to scoot halfway under the bed with my legs so I couldn’t move them, then she began taping me to the rod.

Here I was laying on the floor with my arms stretched out to the side and taped to this rod and my legs under the bed. I couldn’t move an inch. I was totally defenseless. She looked down at me and said: “I hope you are still alive after this!” She went over to the ironing board and brought it over and straddled it across my head and laid a sheet over it so that she couldn’t in any way see my face. But, she left it up for me to be able to see her heels digging into me. She stepped up onto my stomach & began bouncing on my stomach in her tennis shoes that she had been wearing all day & said lets test this out before we start. She jumped and stomped her tennis shoes into me so hard I knew I had tread marks. She stepped off telling me that I was in for some major trouble and went into the closet to change clothes shutting the door and leaving me to think of what is to come. For those of you that don’t remember my wife is 6ft tall weighing approx 185 lbs w/size 10 feet. She is about to stretch my limits further than ever before.

After about 2 minutes I heard the closet door open, from my pov all I could see was the lower half of her body as she came out wearing her 2″ chunky heel boots (very sharp edges). She walked over & placed her foot on my chest asking me what I thought of her boots, kind of posing them for me. I said that I hated those boots because the edges are sharp. She said: “I know!” I could hear her messing around with the walkman getting the CD going.

All of a sudden she jumped into the air and slammed both bootheels deep into my stomach with her toes facing my chest. She said you will remember this for the rest of your life. I heard the music come on. She started bouncing and dancing to the music. After dancing a few minutes on me, she shouts out: “Here come 5 stomps.” I love it when she does that to let me know she is about to try to hurt me. She raised her left boot and slammed it down into my abs, then the right foot raised and slammed into me. I was in pure agony after these two stomps but knew I had to endure three more. Slam, slam, slam. Then she just stood there in one spot dancing for a moment. I was struggling to get my breath. Her heels were digging into my gut making it hard to breathe. My arms were feeling numb. I was just laying there thinking what have I gotten myself into when she yelled out: “10 stomps!” I almost wanted to cry. She let loose on me big time stomping fast, hard and deep. After her 10th stomp, she jumped off & ran into the closet.

When she came out a minute later she was wearing her 4-inch strappy heels showing her beautiful feet. I was loving the view and then realized: “OMG she is about to jump on me with those!” She had trampled me with these before in the past, but only for a minute or so. They were too painful for me. But, she didn’t care this time. She was out to destroy me. She walked up and said: “Playtime is over. Now it’s time to get serious!”

She stepped up onto me and leaned back using every ounce of her weight to dig those heels into my stomach. I was starting to panic. I couldn’t breathe. I was trying to beg her to stop. She couldn’t hear me. She began bouncing around on my stomach with those sharp heels. I thought she was going to punch me. She yelled out: “2 stomps!”

I looked up and saw her right foot raise high into the air. The view was awesome. Slam! She raised her left foot quickly and slammed it into me. I was in so much pain I was shaking. She said: “5 jumps!”

I started trying to scream: “NO! NO!  Please no!” I looked down and saw both feet go flying in the air. She slammed into me harder than ever before with heels. I could tell she was having fun at my expense. The second jump was just as bad. Then I felt her step off me. She said: “One more to go.”

I felt the bed moving on my legs. I was begging: “Please no! Please no!” I felt the bed move. I knew it was coming, but I was in no way prepared for this when she landed she did one of those stomping landings. The pain was so intense I couldn’t think straight. I have never felt this much pain in my life. I could hardly breathe. She was just standing there bouncing and bouncing.

I thought she was finished with me. I was praying she was. She stood on me and removed her shoes. Standing barefooted on me was such a relief. My skin was raw and my muscles were hurting so badly. She sat down on the bed and used my stomach as a footrest. She slipped both feet under the sheet and placed them over my face and asked me if that was good! I shook my head yes …

She said: “Good, now smell my feet for a few.” Then I worshipped her feet for about 10 minutes. This was an awesome experience.

I am hurting pretty badly today!