Hand Stepping
23-Jul-98 22:39:44

I am grateful somebody enjoys my story.I feel like i'm reliving it as i write it down. i live in new england. i will tell you about the next day after she trampled me with the black spikes and then wait to see if anybody likes to hear more.she came into work the next day wearing the same black spikes, she said good morning to me and asked me how i felt. never better i replied. around 10 a.m. she came into my office and said she needed to ask me a favor and if i said it was allright she would do me a favor in return. sure but first lets talk i said to her. when she told me about herself i knew i was going to be enjoying myself for quite awhile. sshe had been abused as a child both her parents had taken their frustrations out on her. they thtew her out of the house at 17 and she had been on her own for the last 9 years.she was 26 now and had survived by being able to get men to support her. usually living with them for 6 months or so. right now she was between men and really needed the job. her stepping on my hand had been planned. i watched you looking at my shoes all the time and i figured that was your thing. i took off my shirt and my chest and stomach were covered with marks from the day before,she rubbed her hand over them and asked me if they hurt. her voice was curious rather then concerned. i want to take an extra half hour for lunch she asked. sure i said. do you want me to walk on you with these shoes again she asked. absolutely i replied. i laid on the floor and she stepped right up onto my belly, her heels were cutting into the marks that were already there and she began to march in place. she told me that walking on me was fun and she felt better after doing it. her steps became harder and she began to twist her heels in little circles. do you like that she asked yessss i replied. she began to tilt her shoes up so the heel dug in with her whole weight,how about that she asked, once again i said yessss. she bent over to hold onto the edge of the desk and began to jump up and down on my belly. she walked onto my chest and placed a heel on my nipple and twisted. she marched back down to my belly and placed the heel of her shoe in my navel and pressed down while twisting. i loved all of it. after about 30 mins she begn to run in place for a minute or so and then jumped off me. look at yourself in the mirror she said,i did and there were marks on top of marks. where she had dug in there were pock marks and where she had twisted there were red marks like scrapes that were bleeding a bit. i love the power i have over you she said and i love to look at those marks and know that i did it. instead of an extra half hour for lunch i gave her the rest of the day off. she made loud noises with her heels on my desk top and said i'll see you tomorrow. i hope you enjoy reading this true story as much as i enjoyed writing it.