written by Sabina
original source of the story was Unknown source
At that time, in the late eighties, I had a boy A. who is the first man I walked on. I was aware he was enchanted not only by my legs but also by my feet. It was not so usual to see women wearing high heels in everyday life, mostly young girls, so all the glances always went down to my feet as I passed. This certainly happened when we first met at a party.
During our first dates, he never showed any particular sign of attraction about my feet or shoes nor acted like someone with a similar fetish. Yet he always encouraged me in my photographic projects that sometimes involved those aspects. Anyway, his seemed a professional, unconcerned interest and he always attended my quest for new boots or shoes to use in my photos. With this pretext, I collected a lot of nice footwear that I eventually put on for myself.
So, things went this way since I once tried to include A. in one of my shootings which required some dominating poses by a nude model over a man. I decided to do a test before engaging two professional models and asked A. to pose for me together with a friend of ours. During the shooting, I often asked A. to lay down at the feet of the dominating gorgeous beauty of my naked friend Cristina.
For the last shots, I asked her to put on a pair of new and sensual sandals made of thin soft leather strips which wrapped the foot and the ankle emphasizing her beautiful arches. The heels were incredibly high and thin. I first asked Cristina to put a shod foot on his chest and then on his bowed head. I expected A. to protest but he let me do my job without a word.
Cristina seemed nervous, moving as she had a sheet of glass under her feet, she kept on saying she feared to hurt him, to pierce his skin. She scarcely leaned her foot trying to keep her balance but a few times she actually lost it pressing hard with the thin heel on his chest.
At the end of the shooting A. and I remained alone. I was feeling very excited and we made love. In a moment of fondness, talking of the photos we made during that afternoon, I asked A. if he got frightened for the dangerous position. We laughed and then he asked me to try.
I nearly lost my breath for the strong emotion, I was moving as in a dream and my head was in a whirl. I was about to fulfill my fantasy to walk on his naked body and it was himself to ask me for.
He laid down on the floor placing the sandals we used for the shooting on his chest. With a smile, he asked me to put them on using his body as it was the floor. With my heart pounding, I slowly approach his body and I slipped my left foot in shifting my weight to fit.
A. helped me lace the leather strips around my ankle and he was looking serene despite my heel was already sinking deeply through his ribs. Soon he asked me to wear the other one so I stepped on standing full weight on my left foot. A. moaned with an involuntary deep sigh as like my weight pulled the air out of his lungs. I asked him if he was alright trying to step out but he held my foot again helping me to put on the other shoe.
I kept my balance leaning against the wall. My legs were trembling with excitement.
For that, once I limited myself to a few steps moving with caution between his chest and stomach. I remember I was frightened by the deep indentations my spike heels cut on his soft skin, they reminded me of the marks I leave on hot asphalt sidewalks in summer.
At first, they looked almost like small holes with a darkly swollen rim which after a few minutes changed in a thick blush with lifted borders. Next day there were a lot of small deep red circles with sharp rims. Somewhere on his chest and mostly on belly there were also some bruises.
After a week they were all gone.