Cindy & Don part II

"Please, Goddess, please! I can't feel it anymore! Have a little pity on me!" he sobbed genuinely frightened even though this wasn't the first time she had done this to him. His hands had always recovered before. He prayed they would again.

"Keep licking!" she said ignoring his sobs but she too was a little concerned. More 'ticked off' than concerned! What good did it do to ruin his hands if he couldn't feel it? She stepped forward dejectedly removing her heel from his hand. "Go get my red pumps! I bet you'll feel those!" she commanded licking her lips in anticipation.

Scared and shivering, the slave struggled to get up on his knees. His groin area was still heavily traumatized and in shock and it took every bit of strength and will power he had to crawl to the closet and bring back her red pumps with the missing rubber tips. He looked rather like a person whose hands had been flash frozen - carrying the shoes awkwardly in his arms while using his face to steady them and keep them from falling as he made his way slowly back to her on his elbows and knees.

Cindy watched his fumbling progress with a cruel and wicked smile forming around the edges of her soft and seductive lips. It was quite similar to the many times she had stepped on insects just hard enough to cripple them but not kill them. She had always delighted in watching

them spasmodically crawl around in semi circles trying in vain to escape the inevitable crushing sole of Cindy's shoe hovering just over their squirming bodies. Of course they never did and neither would Don! Just like the insects, she had maliciously hurt Don many times in the past thoroughly enjoying leaving him so badly injured that it was impossible to do even the relatively simple tasks she would order him to do.

"How am I doing, Baby? Are you getting all you can handle?" she laughed. "Remove the black pumps and put the red ones on me!" she commanded standing there with her delicate hands placed regally on her shapely hips. She laughed heartily when she saw the fear and confusion come into her slave's eyes. Her luscious legs were spread in a dominant stance with her sharp heels making deep indentations in the rug. Even if Don were not suffering horribly from the kicking and stomping Cindy had done to his balls, and even if he had the use of his hands, he still would not have been able to remove her sexy shoes without having to physically move her. And of course he would never even dream of doing such a sacrilegious thing even if he were physically capable of it.

Don moved cautiously forward his face just a few inches above the carpet. He reached out one of his traumatized hands to try and remove one of Cindy's sexy, black pumps but as he did so, he lost his balance and fell forward - his bruised face landing on the pointed toe of one of her black, patent leather pumps. He hadn't been told to but he began kissing and licking the smooth, shiny surface getting incredibly turned on as he did so.

Cindy smiled down at him, "I'm waiting," she said simply as she impatiently tapped the toe of her other foot on the rug.

Don quickly returned to the task of trying to remove the sexy shoe from her even sexier foot, "Please help me, Honey," he pleaded, "Could you lift your foot a little, please?" he asked shakily.

"Of course, Sweetheart!" she said brightly as she lifted her right foot, brought it back and kicked him in the face with it. The hard, pointed toe of the patent leather pump slammed full force, flush into the side of Don's already thoroughly crushed nose. "How was that, Dear?" she asked amused with herself.

A gut wrenching shriek emanated from the pit of Don's stomach as the force of the blow drove him backward into a kneeling position where he teetered for a second before starting to fall forward in a heap. As Don's bleeding face rushed to meet the carpet, Cindy lightly skipped forward and intercepted it bringing the hard pointed toe of her other shoe up to meet it with another powerful, fully extended kick.

"I'll even move the other one for you," she giggled as the toe of her deadly pump connected between Don's parted lips kicking out two of his lower teeth that had already been severely loosened earlier from the heels of Cindy's red flats. Don was propelled backwards like a shot and was lying semi-conscious on his back. Cindy stepped up onto his naked crotch driving her spike into his damaged penis and walked up his abdomen, stomach and chest. Her spike heels sank deeply into his pliant flesh all the way up. When she got to his chest, she placed the tip of a spike heel on each of Don's nipples. She stood there a moment letting her spikes sink into the tender, pink flesh looking down at her bleeding and battered husband, admiring all the tell tale signs of her handy work. Finally she stepped on the side of his unmoving face grinding her spike heel ruthlessly into it as she headed on into the bathroom.

As she went inside the bathroom, she called out behind her, "Oh, my adorable little floor mat, you certainly know how to treat a lady just right," she said laughing out loud sensing that although he probably hadn't felt the pain from the spike heel in his face, he was probably just coherent enough to know she had done it and could also just barely hear and understand her. "Looks like we're going to have to have a pause for a few minutes in our foreplay, Darling," she continued from the bathroom, "I'm getting pretty horny and I want your tongue inside of me

while you're still conscious and able to satisfy me. After I've enjoyed a few orgasms, I'll thank you by finishing the massacre I started by trampling your face and body under my red spikes. If you manage to come out of your coma when I'm through with you, you can figure out how to get yourself to the emergency room but don't wake me up on your way out!"

FrankB