The new pair of stilettos 8 min read

A real life story as told by my wife.

***************************

I ask you if you like my new heels. They look sooo sexy in black patent leather. The contrasting red soles, have this deep red color almost like blood.

Looking at the tip of the heel. It is indeed very narrow. Can’t be more than 5 mm in diameter. They say the thinness of the tip is a signature feature.

The stilettos are 120 mm high, and will pierce through the palm of your hand like nothing. That’s what makes this shoe so sexy, and elegant. They are the Louboutin, So Kate’s.

I can assure you that you and this extremely narrow heel will be acquainted soon enough. I’m not sure you will love the signature feature as much as me. This is going to hurt!

Now, please lie down in front of the couch while I watch a movie. I will put on my favourite dress for you tonight, the black one, and when I get back, you better be ready, waiting on the floor.

A few moments later I return in my figure hugging black dress that extend to about mid thigh. I must say the dress paired with black sheer silk stockings do wonders emphasizing my curvy body.

The few extra pounds I have gained over the years are all firmly on my bottom. Thank you lord for not being a skinny girl. I’m what you would refer to as a MILF, not young anymore, but the hours at the gym has really paid off. Deadlift I do twice my body weight. I love the looks I get and the heads turning when I walk down the street… Sorry, but I digress. Now, where was I?

Returning to the TV room I can see you are so ready for me. Spread out on the floor with your head almost hidden under the couch. You even removed your shirt. I see someone is looking for pure pain tonight?

The seams running down the back of my stockings look so good with my new shoes. And the shoes look nothing short of lethal. Someone will have a pair of really sore nipples before this show is over.

When I extend my long shapely legs the tip of my heels reach almost down to your hips. I stretch out my right leg and let my heel slowly dig into your soft flesh.

The tip is so so narrow. It is almost hard to grasp that such a narrow heel can take my full weight with such ease. Come to think of it, this heel is more like a thin thin nail compared to my regular stilettos. Lowering my foot it’s like stepping onto cotton. The heel just keeps sinking in.

I love the abuse you take over and over again. I can hear your now soft moans, but for now this is only foreplay. Your skin is taking on the shape of my heel. And still, I’m barely resting my heels on your stomach while stretching my legs.

The sofa sits low to the ground and your face is only a short distance away from the back of my thighs. This position is so comfortable, it is like having a chaise for resting my legs.

I feel your warm lips touching and kissing the back of my thighs through my silk stockings. I know how much you love this.

I slowly start pulling back my left leg. I can sense my heel being stuck for a brief moment before being pulled loose from the indent in your skin.

Slowly dragging the heel across your stomach I can hear your breathing changing, and feel your muscles tense up. I apply a little more pressure to my left foot and I can see a red welt forming. Ripping through your skin. I resist the urge to go hard on you, but it would’t take much effort to draw blood. That’s for sure.

Watching the TV I search for your nipple with my heel. Feeling my way around is part of the fun. Your body is very sensitive to my touch. The heel suddenly drops a little when I eventually locate your soft areola. Twisting my heel a little from side to side to confirm I hit the right spot.

I can hear you breathing getting heavier and heavier as I carefully toy with you. The pressure I apply to the heel is of course painful, but still tolerable. Nothing like what I have in store for you for later.

The new edges of my heels are sharp as a knife. No wear and tear, smoothing out the edges, to soften the intense pain. I twist the heel from side to side, my weight resting on the ball of my foot.

Your nipple is now swollen and fully erect. Every time I catch your nipple on the edge of my sharp heels I have to use a little bit of extra force to be able to twist my foot. It is like I’m shaving off tiny layers of skin, layer by layer.

Moving my heel sideways across your areola it is like the sudden feeling of getting stuck. The edge of my heel catching on and cutting into your body. I keep increasing the pressure to my heel at the same time as I twist my foot to the right. I can feel the resistance slowly increasing until all of a sudden your nipple gives way to the force of my heel. Your whole body is shaking.

Increasing the pressure on my heel ever so slightly for each time, I soon reach the point where your body no longer yield to my efforts. I get aroused from your heavy breathing and the feeling of my heel digging deep into your areola. Only me being able to control myself prevent your skin from rupturing and you being impaled by my new stilettos.

You are now frantically kissing my shoes and calfs. Feeling the soft silk against your lips. Keeping your racing mind occupied. Blocking out the pain that the adrenaline rush cannot. Hoping and waiting for the pain to go away.

Both my legs are now pulled back with my knees bent at a 90 degree angle. I almost lift myself fully clear of the sofa, only supporting myself with my hands, while pushing hard down on my heels. I can clearly see the markings left on your skin. Deep circular indentions. Some of the circles have almost like a tail to them where my heel lost traction with your skin. Sliding hard. Ripping into you, creating tiny droplets of blood.

I’m leaving my marks all over your body, branding you, and in a few days the scab will resemble something being applied using a hot iron. No-one could believe my So Kate’s would leave such impressive marks. These won’t go away for a while.

When I ask you to extend your right hand, palm up, you immediately comply. I move my foot, aiming my heel at the tip of your middle finger. Your hand is now shaking. You know where this is going. I know your finger is still numb from the same treatment a few weeks back. Only difference then I wore my Casadei blades, while I was finishing of some work in my study.

I continue to slowly increase the pressure to my right heel. The tip of your finger now almost encapsulate the whole of my narrow heel as I keep increasing the pressure. Although I’m a petite girl, being only 165 cm tall and weighing in at 55 kg, I know the full weight of my size 38 stilettos will take you past your breaking point.

While pinning you to the wooden floor, the sheer force of my right stiletto make it impossible for you to move your hand. I lift my left foot and force the heel in between your lips. The full length of my 120 mm stiletto makes you gag, and I can feel my heel digging into the back of your mouth, touching your soft palate.

Your body is now in a state of alarm. Your heart pumps faster to deliver more oxygen-rich blood to your muscles and vital organs. The tip of your finger is compressed to almost nothing beneath my right heel, your face distorted as I push down hard on you with my left, and you’re constantly struggling to get enough air.

My left stiletto is now fully covering your mouth. You can taste the leather. And you continue breathing heavily through your nose, but there just isn’t enough oxygen. I see your eyes start drifting away. At the moment where I sense you are about to pass out I finally set you free.

I reposition myself. Placing my stilettos each side of your head. The sound of my stilettos hitting the floor wake you from your trance. I pull up my dress and slowly lower myself onto your face. Your tongue eagerly going to work deep inside me. Every now and then I let you draw breath before I once again sit hard down on your face. I eventually remove my dress, revealing to you my perfect body, and we continue on into the bedroom.