written by BK
original source of the story was Unknown source
It had been half a year of keeping a low profile since I had last seen Jenny, the attractive sporty teen who had, along with her friends brought about the most humiliating experience of my life. Since then I had turned 18 and lost my girlfriend (who thought I was a wimp and got involved with strange people).
However, had I but known that things were about to return to that all time low I would have caught a different bus or no bus at all.
It was the height of summer and the weather was ridiculously hot. I got onto the bus to the town centre and sat down at the back, on a seat that faced backwards so I could see the road behind me (I preferred to travel this way).
After a few stops, the bus gradually filled up. My seat remained fairly empty though. The bus stopped yet again in the towns suburbs. After a clamour of people getting on and off it moved again.
“Hello there.” Came an excited female voice as an enthusiatic girl with flowing blonde hair jumped onto the chair next to me, her smooth legs in shorts pushing against mine, I gasped in realisation as to who it was.
“At last I’ve got you. What happened to your year’s slavery then? You disappeared that night, you still owe me you know.” She elobowed me in the ribs.
“You said a month.” I told her, then I moved to stand and get off a stop early. Her hand stopped me and with her leg, she pushed me back onto the chair.
“Well, you know who makes the rules.” She grinned, “I don’t care what you had planned, you’re coming shopping with me now, because I SAID so.”
I had learned from previous experience that despite her small and innocent appearance Jenny had a surprising strength and speed that made her very difficult beat. I glanced at her again. She was wearing flat sandals, which was a good sign, and over her shorts, she wore a loose white T-shirt.
The bus stopped and she grabbed my wrist as if I were a misbehaving child, leading me off of the bus.
“You haven’t forgotten how much I can hurt you, I hope?” Laughed the cute blonde as she pulled me along the pavement by my arm. I pulled free.
“No, I haven’t, I’ll follow you, OK.” I said. My logic was that if I obeyed her she wouldn’t make me do anything too embarassing in the town centre.
The first place we visited was a newsagents.
“Buy me a can of coke.” She commanded. Much to the bemusement of the man behind the counter I complied and bought the drink. Next Jenny lead me half way through town to a large shoe shop. I knew I was in trouble now.
We walked in. Jenny was drinking the can of coke. I had brought it with the little money I had and was now dehydrating from the heat. Jenny knew this as she drank from the can very slowly and deliberately, never offering me a drop.
“OK. Be a good boy and carry all the shoes I pick, then we’ll go into the changing room.” She ordered, straight away picking up a pair of high heeled sandals and handing them to me.
After my arms were loaded with shoes of different types we went to the corridor of changing rooms. We walked in and at a motion, from Jenny, I dropped the shoes and pulled the curtain accross.
“OK. On your knees.” Jenny ordered. I sank down into the all too familiar position. Jenny sat down on the bench. She pushed her foot against my stomach and then brushed up my torso until it stopped under my chin. I was now looking straight up her beautiful leg, her painted toe-nails wiggled temptingly in front of my face.
“Take my sandal off please.” She ordered. I removed it. She then thrust her other foot in my direction, and I removed it for her.
“Right.” She said, “I can’t wait to play with you again – lets try on those lovely white knee highs first.” I grudgingly picked up the boots in question. They had a large and fairly chunky heel, and were both a shade of off-white.
“Stick them on my pretty little feet now.” She ordered. I unzipped the first boot and placed it on her foot. I then zipped it up, watching it wrap tightly around her firm calf. I then repeated this with the second shoe.
“Now lay down on your back for me.” She said, standing up and brushing her shorts straight. I hesitently laid down. Jenny then placed her left foot onto my stomach. She looked down at me.
“It’s been so long since I’ve walked on you, I’ve forgotten how much fun it is.” And with that, she stepped up onto my chest with her right foot. As soon as she gained balance Jenny pressed her heel into my neck and rested the white toe of the boot over my mouth.
“Ahhh… You can never get bored of this.” She said, licking her fingers in a satisfied action. “Whilst I’ve got my foot on your mouth you might as well clean it for me hadn’t you.”
I knew that the new shoes needed no cleaning but Jenny was not the sort of person to argue with – especially when she’s on top of you with a knee high boot pressed against your throat.
I licked the toe end of the boot that was aginst my mouth. At least it was new and clean, although I could never stand the taste of hard leather, I had gone right off on the other occasions when Jenny had had me clean her and her friend’s boots.
“OK, I’m bored, I want to hurt you more, get those strappy ones with the spike heel, let’s see how you like them.” Jenny laughed, grinding at my face with her boot.
From my uncomfortable position below her boots, I undid and removed first one, then the other white knee high boot. I then picked up the aforementioned strappy high heels, each sporting a sharp four inch spike, and slid them onto Jenny’s wonderfully soft feet. She then stood upon my chest, facing my head with both feet next to each other.
I opened my wincing eyes and looked up. Jenny looked down and smiled at the pain I was suffering from those heels.
“Come on, can’t you beg or cry or something like you normally do.” Jenny said pouting, placing her hands on her hips and stamping on my chest in mock anger. My head jerked as she brought the heel down.
“OK, take this.” Jenny said. Then she jumped and landed full force against my chest. I let out a pained squeal as she landed. Small trails of blood seeped through my T-shirt below Jenny’s shoes.
“Ooh, he’s nearly there.” She laughed. “As soon as you cry for me I’ll stop stamping on you, OK?”
I stared reolutely upwards. She may be able to beat me up on a regular basis but I wasn’t a total wuss. It would take more.
Jenny then stamped on my chest again. When I didn’t yield to her she gave a disappoined frown, before kicking me twice to the face, the second blow causing my nose to bleed.
“Come on, cry.” Jenny pleaded like a spoiled child. She then jumped again. Again I jerked in pain. Jenny then placed the heel against my throat and, held it in place. I could feel that she was pressing it against a nerve, as the pressure was minimal but I was in great pain and could barely move. Jenny must have known this because she gave the nerve a tiny poke, and watched as I finally gave in to her cruelty and broke down in tears at her feet.
“I win. I win.” Said Jenny, jumping for joy in unfortunately the most literal sense.
She then stepped off of me. But suddenly placed her foot on my throat again.
“Meet me at my house tomorrow, it’s about time you got reaquainted with my school shoes.” She commanded. With that, she gave me one last quick stamp and then ordered me to leave.
I left the booth with a feeling of grief that my slavery had been re-initiated, and my chest was extremely sore. And of course, I was suffering from the humiliation that the fourteen year old girl had made me cry.