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Hello everyone,
I posted this rather long foot torture story to the newsgroup about 6
months ago, received a fair amount of positive feedback, so have decided
to repost it. It comes in four separate parts, I will try to post them so
that they arrive together at the newsgroup.
I welcome all feedback and comments. I have a very specific obsession
with foot abuse and foot torture of women's feet. Also I am fascinated by
any type of female foot deformity, most especially severe bunions, foot
pain or injury, toe or foot amputation, Chinese footbinding, ballerina's
in pointe shoes, extreme high heels, masochistic women who abuse their own
feet, and a whole LOT more!
I would love to hear from anyone who has similar interests, or who
wishes to share any stories, experiences, photos, or anything else
relating to these subjects. Please feel free to e-mail me. All comments
and questions are very welcome. :)
Hope you enjoy reading the story, I certainly had a lot of fun writing
it.
Take care, Joe
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Marie learns a painful high heel torture lesson
By Joe, e-mail: Joe1orbit@aol.com
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Chapter one
It had been yet another long hard day at work. Thank God today is
Friday, thought Joe as he pulled into the driveway of his modest 3 bedroom
home. Marie would be home, with a hot dinner freshly cooked, and then a
whole weekend to relax and unwind. Joe reached into the curbside mailbox
and snatched out a pile of stuff. Junk catalogs mostly, same as every day.
The monthly credit card statement bill caught his eye. Beautiful, another
installment due already. Joe & Marie were trying to pay off this credit
card, but could only afford an extra hundred dollars per month. They'd
gone up to $1800 on this card, but slowely had worked it down to only
$300. Joe idly tore open the envelope as he opened the front door. He
blinked at the balance due figure, $1049 ?? This must be a mistake,
thought Joe with growing apprehension. He scanned the document, looking
for the cause of this bizarre numerical figure. New expenses.......$749
charged to Monique's Shoe Boutique. Joe's mouth feel open, surely Marie
could not, would not, possibly have spent $749 for shoes, it was not
possible. Sure, Marie had been spending a lot of money lately on
unnecessary items, but this was too much, way beyond the pale.
"Marie! Come down here!" yelled Joe. He paced the living room as he
waited. Marie appeared at the top of the staircase "Hi honey, I have a
delicious pot roast in the oven", she said gaily, as she came down the
stairs. As usual, Marie was beautifully dressed, full make-up, stockings,
and high heels. She was a beautiful woman, and she knew this. Many times
Joe had thought about how lucky he was to have met her three years ago,
and married her two years ago. She was out of his league, in terms of
beauty. But they had fallen in love and Joe knew she was more than
beautiful. Also shy and sweet and loved pampering Joe and taking care of
the house. Joe was proud of her beauty, and appreciated the fact that she
liked dressing up for him, even though she had no job & only went out to
shop and socialize with her friends. She cultivated a glamorous image,
always dressing up before he came home. Once though, Joe had unexpectedly
come home at lunchtime, only to find Marie in her pajames, dirty
sweatsocks and slippers on. She had been very embarrassed, had actually
fled upstairs to change. Her vanity and sweetly blushing personality had
always attracted him. But lately Marie had been showing a greedy side of
her nature. A thoughtlessness regarding financial matters. Joe was happy
to support her, but this credit card prchase of $749 for shoes was
unacceptable. Drastic measures needed to be taken, Joe decided.
Joe held out the credit card statement to Marie, "What the hell is
this! Did you spend $749 on shoes this month!!?" Marie cringed at his
loud voice. "yyyesss, darling. There was a big sale. 40% of on each
pppair....." Joe grabbed her by the elbow, "come on, I wanna see what
you bought for all this money!" They went into the master bedroom, with
the walk-in closet. Dresses and slacks and skirts everywhere. But most of
all, shoes. Shoes piled up in stacks of 15 boxes, over 8 feet high.... Joe
could not believe Marie had just spent $749 for more shoes. "How many
pairs did you buy??" he asked. "aaahhhh, 11, I think," said Marie.
"Eleven?? Eleven pairs of shoes at once??" Joe shouted. "There was a big
sale, these buys were terrific....." stammered Marie. Joe knew a serious
lesson was needed, and a thought began to ferment in his brain. A way to
punish Marie, and to fulfill a lifelong fetish fantasy of his. "Let's go
Marie, you are going to gather up all eleven pairs, together with the
receipt, and we are going down to the mall and returning all the shoes",
said Joe. Marie was shocked, surely they would eat dinner first and then
discuss the matter further. But Joe had a grip on Marie's arm, and a look
in his eyes that she had never seen before. She quickly set about to
gather up the eleven pairs of shoes. Most were fashion pumps, but with
only a moderate 2 inch heel. Marie loved dressing up, but her feet did not
enjoy high heels very much. Usually at dinner she would discreetly slip
off her shoes as they ate. In public also, she would ease off her shoes at
times, to gain some relief. But she was very shy about anyone noticing her
doing this, and would furtively glance around to make sure nobody was
looking at her unshod feet.
Marie gathered up the boxes of shoes and the receipt in resigned
sadness. Deep in her heart she knew she should not have bought the shoes,
she knew money was tight. Joe reached over to a pair of 3 inch pumps,
black suede, that Marie had bought about a year ago, they were very
elegant and pretty, although a bit too high in the heel for Marie's
tastes. "Wear these", said Joe. Again Marie was surprised, Joe had never
told her what shoes to wear before. She would have preferred a lower heel,
especially for a casual trip to the mall. But she simply smiled and nodded
her okay. No point in getting Joe mad at me again, she thought.
Carrying the shoes in 2 large shopping bags, Marie made her way
outside to the car. "No car, were gonna take the bus", said Joe. "What's
wrong with the car", said Marie in concern. Obviously they would be taking
the car, unless it's broken down, thought Marie. "Don't worry about it"
said Joe. "Let's go to the bus stop." It was a 4 block walk to the bus
stop, and they would have to change buses once to connect to the mall bus.
Marie regretted having worn the 3 inch black suede pumps as they slowely
made their way to the bus stop. They reached the stop and Marie placed the
2 large shoe filled bags down, sighing as she did so. They stood waiting,
Marie shifting her weight from foot to foot. Joe took the opportunity to
study Marie's feet, even though he had done so many times before. They
were size 8, a perfect size 8, on her 5' 7" body. Joe had a foot fetish,
Marie knew this. He often kissed and massaged and stroked her feet before
sex. Many times he even came on her feet. Marie didn't know if that was a
good thing....But she accepted it, as loving partners do. What Marie did
not know was that Joe also had a dark side to his foot fetish. A side that
including fantasies of hurting Marie's feet, of abusing them.... But Marie
was soon to find out the extent of Joe's fantasies.
Chapter Two
They soon arrived at the mall, and with Marie leading the way, made
their way to Monique's Shoe Boutique. Joe had never been to the store
before, as they only sold women's shoes. The salesman immediately
recognized Marie as she came in, she was a frequent customer, and even
more frequent browser. "Hello Marie, how are you today?", he called out.
Marie blushed, this was an awkward situation, returning eleven pairs of
shoes. Joe spoke on her behalf, "My wife needs to return these eleven
pairs of shoes she bought here, we have the receipt right here, all of the
shoes are in perfect condition, have never been worn outside." The
salesman's face fell. This was not a pleasant turn of events. He turned to
Marie, "what is wrong, were all the shoes uncomfortable", he asked with
some confusion. Marie blushed and could not reply. "She has no use for
them. They are not suitable for her." said Joe. Joe looked around the
store. A pair of 4 1/2 high heel stiletto gold patent pumps with a closed
pointy toe grabbed his attention. He picked up the shoe and examined it. "
We need to return all eleven pairs, and buy one pair of these gold pumps,
in size 6." Marie turned to him in astonishment, mouth wide open. What
was Joe saying, she tried to understand his meaning as she looked at the
gold pump he was holding in his hand. "Sir??" , said the salesman, as he
glanced at the shoe and at Marie's feet. Marie wore a size 8, the salesman
was certain of this. "Just do what I say", said Joe. "Make out a refund
for the eleven pairs we are returning, and bring me one pair of these gold
pumps in size 6." The salesman remained confused, but began checking the
receipt, and examining each pair of shoes that were being returning. They
indeed were all in mint, unworn condition. Marie continued to gaze at Joe
with true bewilderment as they waited for the salesman to finish. Why in
the world would Joe buy a pair of those very high 4 1/2 pumps in that loud
color of patent gold, and in size 6??? thought Marie. It made no sense at
all. "Joe darling..." began Marie. But Joe cut her off with a finger to
his mouth. "l know what i'm doing", he said. But Marie could not help
blurting out "Joe, my shoe size is 8, not 6!" Joe merely leaned over and
whispered into her ear, "I know what size you wear", as a strange
expression passed over his face.
The salesman returned carrying a wad of cash, and a shoe box. "Here
you go", he said somewhat reluctently, "Your full refund of $749". Joe
held out his hand and took the thick wad of cash. "And here are the gold
pumps in size....6", he said, eyes once again upon Marie's feet. "How much
are the shoes?", asked Joe. "$59.99", said the salesman. Joe smiled, a
small price to pay for realizing a lifelong fantasy, thought Joe. We'll
take the shoes", said Joe briskly, as he checked the size on the shoebox
edge and confirmed they were indeed size 6.
Chapter Three
Marie and Joe slowely walked out of the shoe store, Marie's cheeks
ablaze. "That was very embarrassing", she whispered. "And what in the
world possessed you to buy those gold stiletto shoes in size 6???" Joe
took Marie's arm and guided her to a wooden bench on the side aisle of the
mall walkway. "Let's sit down" he said. They sat, and Joe reached down
towards her feet. With a quick motion he pulled off her left shoe, and
reached towards the right one. "What the Hell is this??" She exclaimed,
using the mild obscenity in her shock over what was happening. "Marie,
take off your other shoe", said Joe, a cruel inflection to his voice.
Marie stared at him. "What is this Joe, what is going on here??" Joe gazed
steadily at her "You are going to be punished for buying those eleven
pairs of shoes. You are going to be taught a painful lesson, that you will
remember for a long time to come, especially whenever you feel the urge to
buy new shoes. Now, take off your other shoe right now!!" Marie was
frightened, Never in their 3 year relationship had Joe spoken to her in
this way, with this tone of voice. She did not know what to think, or what
to say. She merely sat up straight, and allowed Joe to reach down and take
off her other shoe.
"Stay here", Joe commanded, as he stood up with the 2 black suede pumps
that Marie had been wearing. Carrying them in hand, Joe briskly got up and
walked to a nearby trash can, where he shoved in the pair of shoes. Marie
watched Joe in astonishment as he did this, and then returned to the
bench. "You just threw away a perfectly good pair of shoes, Joe. How could
you do that??", exclaimed Marie as she glanced down and began to blush
over her exposed feet, clad only in a pair of nude colored, sheer
stockings. Joe reached into the bag and pulled out the shoebox with the
size 6 gold stiletto pumps. He pulled out the shoes and set them down on
the floor. "Put them on", ordered Joe. Marie nearly laughed, despite her
confusion and distress. "Joe, those shoes are size 6, I wear a size 8.
There is no way I could put those on. And look at that heel, 4 1/2 inches,
you know that 3 inches is my absolute limit." Joe reached down towards
Marie's feet, and grasped the left one by the ankle joint. Roughly he
manuevered her foot inside the left shoe. It was obvious they were far too
small. Her heel hung out the back of the closed shoe by a good inch and a
half.
"There is no way I can put these on, much less stand up in them", Marie
emphatically declared. Joe pulled Marie's foot slightly out
of the shoe, so that her toes were visible. "Listen Marie," he said "You
must bend all your toes down, flex them down as much as you can while I
shove your foot into the shoe. Don't keep the toes straight, bend them all
the way, and keep them bent as i'm pushing on your foot". Marie heard his
words, and though she could not make sense of why this was happening, she
knew she must obey. Joe bent down and grasped her foot firmly by the
ankle, making sure he had a solid grip through her slippery sheer nylons.
With his other hand he slowely guided the foot into the shoe, and then
placed his index finger near the back of the heel. "Now, Marie, bend your
toes all the way down. Do it now!", Joe said, and as he said this he
pushed with all his strength upon Marie's ankle, forcing her foot into the
shoe. "Bend the toes!!", he whispered fiercely, as he continued pushing.
He could see it was going to be very difficult. He manuevered his index
finger on his other hand until it was just inside the closed heel of the
shoe, and pulled back on the shoe material, at the same time as he pushed
her foot forward mightily with his other hand. Almost got it.....thought
Joe, his own face flushing with the exertion. With a final heave, Marie's
heel managed to just about make it inside the closed back of the pump. But
Joe's index finger was trapped back there. He gritted his teeth, this
would be tricky. Pull out the finger while pushing in the heel of Marie's
foot... He gave a final push and pulled out his finger, feeling skin
peeling off his knuckle. Mission aaccomplished! Joe sat up and took
several deep breaths, examining his skinned and bruised index finger. It
hurt, but was not actually bleeding. Marie sat there, her mind awirl. Her
left foot felt like a damn sardine, wedging and crammed inside a shoe far
too small. She could not move any part of her left foot. The toes were
bent over double inside the pointy closed toe box, and could not be moved
even a tiny fraction, so jammed into the shoe were they. Well, standing up
in this shoe was going to be impossible, much less taking a step, Marie
knew this for certain.
Joe reached down for her right foot, as Marie grabbed his hand. "Joe,
this is crazy." She remarked. "My toes are crushed and lying on top of
each other inside the shoe. They are killing me already. I can't possibly
stand or walk in these shoes. Just go back to the garbage can and dig out
those black pumps so we can go home and forget this nonsense." Joe looked
at her steadily. "Do you love me?" he asked. The question truly startled
Marie. "Oh course I love you, Joe, you know I love you with all my heart."
Her heart began to thump "Joe, Do you llllooove mmmeee" she fearfully
stammered out the words. Joe looked at her steadily. "I do love you
Marie", he said, and her heart soared. "But this punishment must be given
to you. You must learn the value of money. There will be a lot of pain
over the next few hours, but always remember that I do love you, and that
this pain and punishment will make our marriage stronger." Once again
Marie was speechless with surprise, trying to digest the unusual words
that Joe had spoken. Joe took this opportunity to grasp Marie's right
foot, and to begin the arduous process of maneuvering her foot fully
inside of the much too small size 6 shoe. Her right foot was fractionally
larger than her left, which made the process even more difficult than her
left foot had been. Joe was truly sweating from exertion as he pushed on
her foot with one hand, grasping it around the ankle, and skinned &
bruised his index finger once again while trying to stretch back the heel
of the shoe to allow Marie's foot to fit inside. All the while Marie made
soft noises of pain and winced in agony, as she felt her poor delicate
foot being shoved and manhandled into a true torture device, which only
masqueraded as an ordinary shoe. Her embarrassment over having this done
to her in a public place was extreme. She felt the eyes of fellow mall
shoppers upon her as they walked by and saw Joe trying desperately to
manipulate her feet into the shoes. She did bend and scrunch up her toes,
just so that the ordeal would be over.
Chapter Four
Finally the right foot was fully inserted inside the shoe.It felt
even worse than the left one, if that were possible. The foot was totally
immobilized inside the shoe. The toes were bent over double, piled on top
of each other, the fifth baby toe being especially unbearable, jammed into
the hard leather of the toe box with a degree of force Marie had never
dreamed possible. In addition, Marie's toenails had been in need of a
trimming. Now the sharp nails dug into the tender flesh on the sides of
her toes. The toes could not be moved at all, so jammed and packed into
the tiny size 6 shoe were they.
Marie turned to Joe,eyes wide in pain. "Okay, Joe, I've learned my
lesson. I'll never ever buy anything without telling you, and asking for
permission. Now, please, let me take off these torture shoes. I don't even
know if I can pull them off myself, they are so incredibly tight!" Joe
smiled, "We are going to go home now. And you will wear these shoes all
the way home, but before we go home, we will make a stop at the
supermarket so that you can learn what to properly spend money on!" Marie
got a very serious expression on her face. "Listen to me, Joe, I cannot
walk in these shoes. It's impossible! Even sitting here my toes are being
crushed, my toenails are cutting into the sides of my toes! And these are
4 1/2 inch high heels, If I stand up all the weight will be on my toes. I
just can't walk, Joe!!!" Joe reached over to hug her. His touch felt good
after the strange events of the past few hours. "It'll be okay" said Joe
softly. I'll help you,I'll be right by your side all the time, and when we
get home I'll take care of your injured feet, I promise. But right now, we
have to finish this punishment, I'll help you though this, because I love
you." With this Joe tenderly kissed Marie on the lips, then stood up and
held out his arms towards her.
Chapter Five
Marie whimpered in misery as she slowely wiggled her bottom forward
on the bench. Finally she was perched on the edge. She looked down at her
feet in amazement. The size 6 shoes looked so tiny, she could not believe
her own size 8 feet were inside of those closed toe and heel gold colored
pumps with a 4 1/2 inch heel and a tiny narrow toe box. But the pain was
enough to convince her that this was no dream or nightmare, but true
reality. How could she stand or walk in these shoes? Marie had no idea,
but Joe was standing, looking impatient, and holding out his arm for her
to grasp.
Marie pushed her pocketbook up over her shoulder, and reaching out
with both hands, grasped Joe's forearm, pulling herself up onto her feet.
A wave of pain shot through both her feet as her crushed and twisted toes
were pushed into the hard leather of the tiny toe box. She gasped aloud
and nearly fell, but Joe grabbed her with his other arm and steadied her
upright. "Oh Joe, I can't!!" whimpered Marie, as Joe took a step forward
and tried to drag Marie, who was holding on fiercely to his forearm,
along. "You can walk", said Joe. "Just put one foot in front of the other,
like you've been doing all your life." Marie miserably shuffled a step
forward, barely lifting up her foot from the ground. "Aaaaahhhhhhhh", she
moaned aloud, feeling her toes being squashed and pressed into the
unyielding shoe leather. "Come on Marie, we have a long trip home, and we
have to stop at the supermarket too", remarked Joe. Marie suddenly
remembered that they had taken the bus to the mall. "Taxi", she said
emphatically. "call for a taxi, Joe, right now." But Joe merely smiled,
"You know how tight money is these days. The buses run fine, and if we're
lucky, there will be available seats on the bus." Marie rolled her eyes
and prayed to God that seats would indeed be available.
Continuing to tightly grasp Joe's forearm, Marie very slowely
hobbled through the mall, towards the outdoor bus stop. Her progress was
truly creeping, as she shuffled along. An involuntary groan of pain
escaped her lips with each 2nd step. The right foot was especially bad,
with the baby toe wedged into an impossible position, crushed against the
edge of the toe box, and the toenail of her fourth toe being ragged and
cutting like a knife into the side of her third toe. She shuffled forward,
aware of other mall shoppers staring at her. She could see their
inquisitive expressions, trying to understand what was wrong. Had she
sprained an ankle? Was she having stomach cramps? She knew she looked
ridiculous, hobbling along in those 4 1/2 inch high gold pumps like a 95
year old woman about to keel over. Her face was aflame with embarrassment,
but the pain she was feeling in her feet overwhelmed all other sensations.
They finally reached the mall entry door and Joe gallantly held
open the heavy door for Marie as she hobbled out. The hard concrete
sidewalk was torturous to Marie as she staggered towards a bench. She
actually lifted up her left foot normally and took a long stride, so
anxious was she to reach the bench and sit down. As she put that left foot
down she could feel an especially intense jolt of pain over the knuckle of
her second toe, then felt a warm sensation in the same area. "Oh God", she
gasped softly. "I think it's starting to bleed, my bent over second toe
has been rubbing against the top of the shoe, and now I think it's
bleeding!" Marie looked at Joe, her lovely face screwed up in misery as
she said this. Joe held her elbow and let Marie take some weight off her
left foot as she staggered the final steps to the bench, and sank down
upon it. Sitting, she held both her feet up from the ground and tried to
will away the intense pain. The shoes felt as though they were molded and
glued onto her feet. She honestly doubted if she had the physical strength
to wrench them off her agonized feet, but she sure felt like trying. As if
reading her thoughts, Joe bent down and whispered into her ear, "Do not
even think about taking off the shoes until we get home." Once again
Marie beseeched God to grant her the strength to endure the pain that
still lay ahead.
An older lady sitting next to Marie on the bench noticed her distress
and peered down at her feet. "Long day shopping, dear?" she enquired. "You
really should wear more practical shoes, like mine", said the older lady,
as she flexed her feet with white tennis sneakers on. Marie could only try
to smile through her agony as she gazed at the comfortable sneakers and
felt the hot agony of her own crushed and mashed toes. Her heels were not
being spared any pain either. The extremely tight shoes were digging into
her heels and rubbing them raw with every step.
(Continued in part #2, separate post)
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Chapter Six
The bus arrived rather quickly, after only a 5 minute wait, and
Marie almost wished it had been longer. Sitting on the bench wearing the
shoes still caused much pain, but it was nowhere near the agony of
standing or walking, since that involved putting actual weight on her
anguished feet. "Come on Marie, the bus is coming, you do want to get a
seat, don't you?", Joe called out. Marie most certainly did, with every
fiber of being in her body, and she quickly rose to her feet, trying to
squelch the moan of agony in her throat as lightening rods of pain shot
through her feet. Joe was out by the curb, but hurried to her side and
offered his arm, which Marie gratefully grasped. A small group of people
waited for the bus to open it's doors. Marie was desperate for a seat, and
tried to manuever herself towards the front door of the bus. In doing so
she was jostled by a burly man to her left, and losing her balance, came
down hard on her right foot. She could not stifle the cry of pain as she
felt something tear over her baby toe, and felt the same warmth that she
felt previously felt over the knuckle of her second toe on her left foot.
Both my feet are now bleeding, realized Marie in despair.
The bus driver finally opened his doors, and the small group surged
forward. All of
Marie's thoughts revolved around getting a seat. But when she reached the
door to the bus she faced an unexpected obstacle, the 3 high steps leading
up the bus. She grasped the handrails on both sides of the door, and tried
to pull herself up by the arms, not putting any weight on her toes. Joe
was directly behind her, and helpfully gave a push into the small of her
back, to propell her forward and up the stairs. They were steep, something
that Marie had never noticed before. They boarded and Marie thanked God
that a pair of seats were available, though they were near the back of the
bus.
Marie sank into her seat, and turned to Joe. "Darling, both my feet
are bleeding. I can feel the blood. Please let's go straight home, we
still have to change to another bus anyway...." Her eyes beseeched Joe. He
could see the pain written on her face. But groceries were needed. Joe had
checked the refrigerator before they had set out for the mall. "We have to
stop off at the supermarket, Marie. Just for a few items, it won't take
long, and the store is not far from the bus connection, so we'll get off
at the same stop anyway. Marie groaned, awakening a man who had been
dozing in the seat in front of her. She truly felt at the end of her rope.
My feet are bleeding, she thought to herself. Here I am sitting on a bus
wearing a pair of size 6 shoes, even though my shoe size is 8, and my feet
are actually bleeding right now, and I am going to a supermarket to buy
some groceries. The situation suddenly struck Marie as slightly humorous,
despite the continuous throbbing pain in her feet, and she giggled.
Joe looked at her in surprise, but was not displeased. He leaned over
and
whispered in her ear, "How are your feet? Tell me exactly where they hurt
and are bleeding." Joe looked down at his wife's feet, crammed like
sardines into the torturously tight high heels, and Marie leaned over and
began to whisper the details of her foot agony to him. She told him how
the toes were crushed, how she was certain that both feet were bleeding,
she could feel the warm blood when it first began to flow. She talked
about each toe, and how she could feel her skin being rubbed off, and her
toenails cutting into the sides of her delicate toes. She talked about the
toe cramps that were just starting to get severe, and the backs of her
heels being rubbed raw by the shoes, she talked about how tight the shoes
felt, as if they were molded onto her feet,..... She talked on and on, for
a good 10 minutes, describing each pain in detail. Joe felt himself
getting hard, and knew that a climax was coming. He wanted to tell Marie
to stop talking, never before had he climaxed in a public place. It was
embarrassing, even to someone like Joe. But he could not bring himself to
interrupt her narrative of foot agony. Finally Joe did climax, right on
the bus, right in the middle of Marie talking about the torment she was
enduring with the baby toe on her left foot. Joe groaned softly as he
climaxed, and Marie could not help noticing the convulsive spasms of Joe's
body as he climaxed. Marie stared at Joe, and suddenly realized that there
might be more to Joe's punishment than a simple desire to teach her about
financial responsibility. She could not be sure, and was too shy to
directly ask this question of Joe. But she had a strong suspicion that Joe
was somehow excited over her feet, even in their current agonized and
bloody condition. The thought did not upset Marie at all. Instead she felt
strangely comforted, as though perhaps this weird punishment was truly a
sign of devotion and love from her hubby.
Chapter Seven
The bus ride lasted about 20 minutes, and then they reached the
transfer point for the bus that would take them home. Joe pressed the tape
to signal the driver to stop, and stood up, extending an arm to Marie.
Marie put her feet to the floor and tried to stand. The pain was somehow
more severe than when she had sat down. Marie tried to feel what was going
on with her feet inside the torture shoes. Things felt hard, sticky
somehow, but hard too.... Suddenly it struck her. Dried blood. Some of the
blood had begun to dry and was sticking to her open wounds, to her sheer,
nude colored stockings, and to the insides of her shoes! Trying to stand
was reopening the freshly dried scab wounds to her feet, and causing the
sheer stockings to stick to her bloody feet. "Help me Joe!" she gasped.
Trying to come to terms with this new and unexpected level of pain. Joe
gently let Marie grab onto his shoulders, kneeling slighly so she could do
so, and they made their way with agonized slowness towards the back door.
Marie knew that everyone on the bus had turned and was staring at
them
both. Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment. They reached the steps of the
bus, three steps down. And this was the breaking point for Marie. Going
down meant putting extra weight and pressure on the toes and ball of the
foot. No way to avoid this when wearing 4 1/2 inch heels and going down
stairs. Like a 95 year old woman, beautiful, youthful Marie grasped the
handlebars with both hands and very slowely brought first one foot, then
the other, down to the top step, then the same with the second, and
finally the third and highest step, down to the sidewalk. A shudder of
pain shot through Marie with each of the 6 downward steps she took, until
finally she was clear and the bus pulled away.
Chapter Eight
They stood on the sidewalk, Marie trying to recover from the 6
step ordeal. "Are you okay??" asked Joe. Marie closed her eyes for a long
moment and took several deep breaths, "I am being crippled here, Joe" she
said. "I can't take much more of this." The tone of her voice told Joe
she was very serious in her comments. But grocery shopping needed to be
done, and Joe looked around for the large supermarket. It was a good 2
blocks south, and one block east of the bus stop where they would catch
the bus going home. Joe sighed and held out his arm. "C'mon Marie, the
supermarket is this way." he said. Marie looked around and groaned. "Just
let me wait at the bus stop, you get whatever you want Joe, my feet are
like chopped raw meat already!" Joe sadly shook his head. "We have to
pound into your brain the importance of buying food over buying shoes, now
come on." But he said this gently. And Marie knew she had to comply. Once
again Joe held out his arm, and Marie grasped it feverishly. Her walk was
even more lame and impaired than before. The hard concrete sidewalk felt
like broken glass to her tortured feet. She could feel skin peeling off,
and fresh spurts of warm blood covering her toes. The bent over toes had
caused the balls her feet to become irritated, and the extreme height of
the 4 1/2 inch pumps added a burning agony to the balls of her feet.
(Continued in part #3, separate post)
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Chapter Eight (continued)
Anyone observing her tortured gait and bent over posture from a
distance, without seeing her face, would have guessed her to be a very
elderly and crippled old woman, rather than the beautiful and elegant 25
year old lady she truly was. The two block hobble to the grocery store
seemed endless to Marie, the pain in her feet reaching new heights of
agony with each step. Before crossing the final intersection to the corner
grocery, Marie slumped against the lamp post by the curb, sinking down to
her backside on the edge of the pole. "Please Joe. Gotta stop for awhile.
Can't take the pain anymore!" Joe could see this was no sympathy ploy, and
so he calmly stood by marie's side, gazing down at her tortured feet,
encased inside the agonizing size 6 shoes. Marie sat on the lamp pole
edge, trying desperately to gain some relief for her tormented feet. She
could feel the shoes were truly soaked in blood now. Her toes all felt
like a solid mass of raw and inflamed flesh, although when she stood or
walked, acute stabs of pain would shoot through various toes and areas of
her feet, in response to the unbearable pressure of the tight, crushing,
shoes upon her raw and bleeding feet.
Marie sat for 10 minutes or so, before Joe insisted it was time to
shop. Walking as if on eggshells or broken glass, Marie hobbled into the
supermarket and awkwardly grabbed for a shopping cart, thinking perhaps
she would be able to lean heavily upon it as they made their way through
the store. But she soon found that the cart, with wheels on it, made a
very poor support for her weight. She tried leaning heavily into it, to
take weight off her feet, but as she did this the cart suddenly lurched
forward, dragging her forward. She lost her balance and could only steady
herself by coming down heavily on her right foot, wrenching down and
banging the toe portion of her shoe hard against the floor. A wave of
nausea overcame Marie, as this pain upon banging her toes against the
floor was unlike any she had ever felt. Her mouth opened, and her eyes
squeezed shut, but no sound escaped her lips. She raised the right foot
from the ground and stood there, eyes squeezed shut in agony. She felt
rather than saw Joe come to her side, and put his arm underneath her right
shoulder. She slumped against him, grateful for the balance support as she
continued keeping her right foot raised several inches above the ground.
"Is it bad?" asked Joe anxiously. Eyes still squeezed shut in a
futile
attempt to ward off the pain, Marie nodded. The cords in her neck stood
out from the pain she was feeling. "I think I just destroyed my right foot
for life." She said in a desperate whisper. "The toes, all of them......I
can't put the foot down on the floor." "Ssssshhhhhh, take it easy" said
Joe. "I've got you" Joe shifted his arm underneath Marie's shoulder. "Put
the foot down, very slowely". Marie fearfully lowered her right foot to
the floor. New waves of agony shot through the toes as Marie applied
slight pressure to the foot. She shook her head in despair. "Okay", said
Joe, I'll just grab a couple items we need and bring them over here to the
cart. You just stay here and rest your foot." Eyes closed, Marie lifted up
her agonized right foot and stood there, in the middle of the aisle,
willing the excruciating pain to ease. An older gentleman pushing his
shopping cart came up behind her. "Excuse me, please", he called out.
Marie looked behind her, and realized her cart was blocking the aisle.
Summoning up her courage she put her right foot down to the floor and
staggered over to the side. The man peered at her as he passed by. "Are
you all right, miss? Did you hurt yourself?", he asked in obvious concern.
Marie tried to form her face into a non grimace, "I'm fine, just a little
sore foot", she said with a dismissing wave of her hand.
Joe soon returned, carrying a gallon of milk and some bread. "Okay,
let's hit the
checkout line and head home" he said. Marie tried to walk, tried to put
weight on her right foot, but it was just too painful. Joe finally grabbed
the cart, went around to Marie's left side and placed his hand squarely
under her left shoulder. "I'll be your crutch, Marie" he said in a husky
voice. Marie leaned heavily against Joe's strong arm as they made their
way to the checkout line. By leaning very heavily into Joe, and truly
using him as a crutch, she was able to take a lot of weight off her
tortured right foot. Still the brutalized toes were trapped inside this 2
sizes too small, 4 1/2 inch high heel instrument of torture. Every time
her foot touched the ground waves of pain assaulted Marie.
The checkout line was relatively short, and they soon had made
their way to just outside the store. "Now we have to walk three blocks to
the bus stop, and then when we get off the bus, another four blocks and
we'll be home sweet home" said Joe. Marie took a step towards Joe, and
fell into his arms, slumping forward. Joe was carrying the groceries, and
somewhat surprised, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her, and held
her up. "Honey??" he said. Marie continued to slump heavily into Joe.
"Hold me up for awhile, Joe, just lift me off this damn concrete", she
sounded near tears. Joe put down the bag of groceries, and embraced Marie
in a bear hug, lifting her completely off the ground. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh"
she breathed into his neck. "Keep holding me up, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh" she
moaned in pain and in gratitude over the slight relief in pain now that
both feet were off the ground.
Joe felt his organ getting hard as he embraced Marie, her warm
femininity close to him. To a casual observer
they looked like two people locked in a passionate embrace. It would have
been hard to guess that Marie's shoes were filled with blood, and the skin
over most of her feet totally rubbed off. After about five minutes Joe
reluctantly lowered Marie down. "C'mon, we need to get you home so I can
take care of your feet" said Joe. Marie tried to walk as she had done
coming to the store, but it was impossible. Even clutching his forearm
with both hands did little good. She could not put any more than a tiny
bit of pressure on her right foot before it exploded with white hot shards
of pain. The left was hardly better. Each toe on that foot was a mass of
raw tissue, Marie began to wonder if it was possible to rub off so much
skin that you reach the actual bone. "I can't, Joe, I need to use you as a
crutch again. It's the only way, Joe" said Marie. Joe sighed, 3 blocks was
a long way to act as a human crutch for someone. But Joe could see that
Marie was in bad shape. No actor could have faked the agony that Joe had
witnessed on Marie's face over the past few hours. So Joe shifted his
groceries to his right arm, went around to Marie's left side, and put his
arm underneath her shoulder blade. Slowely and gingerly they inched
forward the three blocks to the bus stop. Steps are the worst, thought
Marie as she carefully placed her left foot off the curb. Those three high
steps up & down the bus are going to be the death knell for my feet, she
grimly predicted.
Chapter Nine
They finally reached the bus stop, and Marie sank down immediately
to the cold concrete floor, there was no bench at this bus stop. Joe bent
over her, "Marie, the concrete floor is very cold, you don't want to catch
a chill." Marie gazed up intently and somewhat fiercely at Joe. "Listen,
my feet are now crippled. I think we may have to go to the emergency room
for them. These damn shoes are filled up with blood and skin and maybe
even bone, so don't tell me to worry about a damn chill from the damn
concrete" Marie hurtled the words at Joe. Joe could see she was scared and
very worried about her feet. He knew she had reached her limit. He said
nothing, only stood by her side as she remained huddled down, backside
firmly on the concrete sidewalk, feet stretched out in front of her.
The bus finally arrived. "Up Marie", said Joe. He put his arms around
her and
gently pulled her to her feet, feeling the reflective shudder of agony go
through her entire body as her feet, encased in the "torture shoes", as he
would always fondly call them, made contact with the ground. Marie took a
deep breath before tackling the three steps up to the bus. It was pure
torture. The passageway was narrow, so Joe could only push her from
behind, and the steps so steep that Marie had to put pressure on her
agonized toes to pull herself up. Beads of sweat broke out on her upper
lip from the intense pain. Marie found the strength to thank God once
again that seats were available on this bus too. They sat, and Marie
slumped her head down on Joe's shoulder. What an incredible ordeal,
thought Marie. I don't think I'll ever be able to buy a pair of shoes
again in my entire life, without having this ordeal flash through my mind.
Marie's feet were now nothing but a solid mass of tortured flesh. She
tried not to think about them, but the pain made that impossible. She
leaned into Joe, "I don't know how we are going to take care of my feet. I
really think we maybe have to go to a hospital emergency room. I think the
only thing holding my feet together is these damn shoes, I'm afraid that
when we try to take them off, we'll pull off all the remaining skin
together with the shoes!!" Joe could see that Marie was truly afraid and
worried, He gently stroked her hair and promised to take care of them
first thing, soon as they got home.
The bus reached their stop, and Marie whispered urgently to Joe,
"Going down the steps is the worst. I can't do it anymore!" Joe put his
arm underneath her shoulder and helped Marie up. "Just three tiny steps,
sweetie, you can do it." he said encouragingly. Marie once again grasped
the handrail with both hands, wishing her arm strength could support her
full body weight. Her beautiful face a mask of concentration, Marie
slowely eased one foot down, then the other, trying desperately not to
inflict any more punishment on her excruciatingly painful feet. For the
last step down to the curb Marie took her eyes of the ground and slightly
misjudged the height of the step. This time it was the toes of her left
foot that banged into the concrete sidewalk. The pain was like an electric
shock going through Marie's entire body, traveling from her anguished foot
up through her leg, spine, and head. She would surely have crashed to the
ground had Joe not been directly in front of her and caught her in his
arms. "First the right one, and now the left one!!" wailed Marie. Real
tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I'm crippled, Joe, crippled!" Joe
slowely eased a sobbing Marie down, and she slumped to the ground, crying
real tears.
Chapter Ten
Joe knew what he had to do. Taking the bag of groceries in hand, he
placed them by the side of the closest house. Perhaps they will be able to
use them, he thought. His only concern now was Marie, getting her home
safely, so that he could take care of her mutilated feet. He couldn't very
well carry both Marie and the bag of groceries. Joe returned to Marie's
side. Her tears had eased to loud sniffles. Joe knelt down beside her.
"Remember on our wedding day, when I carried you over the threshold" said
Joe softly. Marie nodded and lifted up her tear streaked and pain filled
face. "Well, get ready for a longer trip", and with those words, Joe
placed one arm under Marie's back, the other arm beneath her rear end, and
lifted her up in his arms. Marie giggled despite the severe pain in her
feet. "Joe, our house is four blocks away. You can't carry me that far.
And what if a neighbor sees you carrying a woman down the street??" Joe
kissed her cheek fondly and said nothing, merely continuing his slow
progress down the sidewalk, his beloved wife firmly in hand.
Marie was getting heavy by the third block. Joe tried not to breathe
heavily, hoping
Marie would not notice his laboring efforts. Marie did notice, but her
pleasure over being carried through the streets by her beloved, and the
fear that he might put her down and force her to take any more steps on
her tortured feet, were more than enough to keep her quiet. She only hoped
and prayed he would make it all the way to the front door. And Joe did
make it, all the way up the 5 step stoop, to the front door of their
house. There he slowely eased her down, letting out a deep sigh of
fatigue. "I'm not that heavy", teased Marie, as she leaned heavily against
the side of the house. "C'mon, get the keys and open up already. My poor
feet....." moaned Marie. Joe opened up the front door, once again scooped
up Marie in his arms as she let out a surprised laugh, carried her into
the living room, and laid her down upon the couch.
Chapter Eleven
Marie sighed in relief as she sank down on the couch. Now, finally,
her ordeal looked to be over. But she was filled with dread as she slowely
reached towards her feet. They had swelled, she knew. Her feet truly felt
glued and attached to the shoes. Marie knew her feet were covered with
blood, some dried, some fresh and wet. She could not move any part of her
toes or foot, so tightly were her feet encased inside the size 6 shoes.
She reached towards the heel, and gently tried to push it down. It did not
budge. Marie applied a little more pressure, still no movement, but a stab
of pain in one of her toes as it shifted ever so slightly inside the shoe.
"Joe", she called out. "I need you to help me". Joe returned from the
kitchen. "Just lie there" he said, "I know exactly how to take care of
your feet." Marie hoped he was right. Joe placed 2 large basins of water
by the couch, both filled, and a third, smaller basin, empty, by the
couch. In his hands he carried several rolls of paper towels, several
rolls of bandages, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Just a second, Marie,
I'm going to get some plastic sheeting from the garage, so we don't get
any blood on the couch", said Joe. Marie marveled at this medical side of
Joe, who would have guessed a car salesman would have any kind of interest
or aptitude for medical care or first aid.
Joe returned to the living room with the plasic wrap, went to the
side of the couch where Marie was lying with her poor feet extended. Joe
carefully lifted up her legs, and placed several layers of plastic over
the couch, then carefully lowered Marie's legs back down. He leaned
forward and began to examine her feet, stuffed like sausages into the size
6 gold pumps with the 4 1/2 inch high heel. Marie leaned forward "Joe,
they are filled with blood, the shoes are. I can feel it. Dried blood
between my feet, my stockings, and the shoes. I'm so afraid. What if you
pull them off and you tear off all the skin that's left, if there is any
left", Marie frowned with concern. Joe carefully reached towards her feet,
"Which one is less painful", he asked. Marie debated this question in her
mind. Both were a mass of anguish, but the right foot had at least had a
hour or so to try and recover from that supermarket toe banging. Marie
pulled back her left foot, and extended the right one. "Do the right one
first, Joe. Oh God, be very careful..." she moaned fearfully. Joe took
Marie's right foot in hand, and placed his right hand on the back heel,
and his left on her ankle. One quick forceful push to get the shoe off, no
hesitation. The quicker the better, thought Joe. Without warning to Marie
he yanked at the shoe with all his strength. It pulled off Marie's foot,
dragging skin and blood with it. Marie let out a bloodcurdling scream as
her tortured foot was freed from it's coffin. The pain however, had
reached a new level of intensity, because when Joe pulled off her shoe, he
ripped away what little scabbing and protective skin still remained on her
mutilated foot. Marie was now trembling from the pain, as Joe held her
sheer, nude colored stockinged foot. The stocking was glued to Marie's
foot with blood. The sheer toe area of the stocking was totally blackened
from all the dried blood. Marie raised her head to look, and gasped at her
stockinged foot. "Don't panic, Marie, It'll be okay", said Joe. Marie was
still gasping from the pain in her newly freed foot. "We'll wait a few
minutes, then pull off the other shoe, then you'll soak your stockinged
feet in this cold water, so the dried blood which is sticking the
stockings to your feet will loosen up," said Joe. Marie could only nod,
and tightly grip the ends of the couch in fear. She now knew what agony
would be felt when Joe pulled off her left shoe.
After a few minutes Joe held out his hand, "give me your left foot
Marie," he said. Marie trembled and shook her head. "I know it's gonna
hurt bad, baby, but the shoe has got to come off, you know that." Joe said
gently. Marie slowely extended her foot, and Joe repeated the pulling off
which he had done on the previous shoe. Marie's scream was even louder
this time, and Joe could actually see pieces of skin that had somehow gone
through the stocking and into the shoe. Looking closer, Joe saw that the
stocking had torn in the toe area, a quarter sized hole right by the big
toe. Looking at the exposed skin Joe saw that it was red as fire, the skin
glistening with wetness, though not actually bleeding. Marie was breathing
in short gasps, trying to block out this pain that had reached a new
crescendo of intensity. Her face was screwed up in agony, and Joe went
around the couch to her side, after carefully laying down the bloodsoaked
foot on the plastic sheeting. Joe kneeled down and kissed Marie's head,
then put his head beside her's, "I know it hurts very badly, but we will
heal your poor feet", Joe tenderly said. It took several more minutes
before Marie could regain any semblence of composure. When she did, she
lifted up her head and looked at her two stockinged feet. They looked
mutated, not even human. Marie could feel hundreds of nerve endings scream
whenever she tried to move any of her toes. They were glued to her sheer
stockings with dried blood. Marie felt desperate, she wanted those
stockings off her feet. Joe saw her need, and helped her to sit upright on
the couch, being very careful not to jostle her feet. He sat her up, and
moved the basin of cold water to her feet, gingerly picking up the right
foot at the mid calf, he manuevered it towards the basin of cold water.
"This may hurt...." he cautioned. Marie closed her eyes in terror and
balled her hands up into tight fists in anticipation. Joe lowered her foot
into the cold water and Marie felt the shock of pain on her raw and
exposed and bleeding nerve endings.
"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaa", Marie let out a long slow
moan of despair and agony. Her right foot bagan to tremble and she
reflexively tried to withdraw it from the basin of cold water. "Just hold
it in a little longer", urged Joe, hoping that the water would loosen some
of the dried blood that was glueing Marie's foot to her blood soaked sheer
stocking. "Okay", said Joe after a few minutes, as he lifted Marie's foot
carefully out of the basin. The water had turned a brownish red from the
blood, and Joe carefully held Marie's foot up, at the mid calf, as
brownish drops of water dripped down her toes. Joe could not tell if the
dried and crusted blood which held Marie's stocking pasted to her foot had
loosened."Can you wiggle your toes, baby?" he asked. Marie concentrated on
her foot, and hesitently moved them a tiny fraction, then let out a yelp.
"Oh Joe, they are still pasted to my stockings with blood! What are we
going to do?? You can't pull them off with force, Joe, you'll rip away
what little skin I have left on my toes!" Joe thought about the
situation, then returned to the kitchen, emptying out the other basin of
lukewarm water, and filling it with very warm, almost hot water, then
returning to Marie. "This should be better", he said, placing the basin of
very warm water down. "You'll have to put both feet in, and leave them to
soak for 30 minutes or so. Marie was scared, and sat up on the couch. Joe
sat down right beside her. "I'll be here, holding you, the whole time",
said Joe. Marie nodded and slowely placed her left foot into the basin of
warm water. A shudder racked her body as the raw and blood soaked foot
touched the water, and she threw her arms around Joe, glad for the
physical comfort that his presence provided. "Put the other one in too,
sweetie", Joe said softly as he continued tenderly stroking her head.
Marie did as Joe instructed, and they sat there, side by side, for
the
next 25 minutes. Joe told Marie jokes, and tenderly kissed her, and tried
to help her block out the waves of pain that enveloped her feet, as the
warm water slowely loosened up some of the crusted over blood and scabs on
Marie's poor feet.
(Continued in part #4, separate post)
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Chapter Twelve
Finally, after about a half hour, Joe bent down to look at Marie's
feet. The water in the basin was now nearly black with bloody
discoloration. Joe got the plastic wrap from the end of the couch, and
spread it out on the carpet by the basin. Carefully he lifted Marie's feet
out of the water, not touching the toes or feet, but lifting them out by
the calf. Joe could see that the stockings had indeed loosened from
Marie's bloody feet at several spots. But he could also see that many
areas, especially around the toes, still appeared solidly pasted to her
feet. Joe sighed, knowing he would have to pull off the stockings by
force, and rip Marie's already brutalized skin in the process. He
hesitently looked up at Marie from his crouching stance on the carpet.
"Honey, roll down your stockings to the knee for me." he said. Marie
painfully propped herself up, and rolled them down. She tried wiggling her
toes, and gave a gasp. "Joe, they are still stuck to my feet!" "I know,
baby, but only in a few spots," said Joe, hoping to spare Marie as much
mental trauma as possible. "I'm going to pull them off, it'll
hurt,sweetie, but once they are off, I promise the worst will be over.
I'll take care of all the cooking & cleaning for the next week, you won't
have to move from this couch."
Joe reached for Marie's left foot, and grasped the rolled down
stocking. Carefully he worked it down to just above her ankle. So far no
problem, but he could see the reddish brown patches of dried blood which
stuck to the back of her heel, the ball of her foot, and worst of all,
over the entire toe area of her feet. Joe knew the best and only way to
remove the pasted on stocking was with one quick forceful motion. No
hesitation or halfway pulls, that would only prolong the moment of
unbearable pain when Marie's skin would tear off together with the
stocking. Joe took a deep breath, held the rolled down stocking with both
hands, one on each side of her ankle, and with one motion, pulled the
stocking clear of her heel, and off of her foot.
"EEEEaaaaaaaaEEEEaaaaahhhhhhhhHHHHheeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww", Marie's
scream was hardly human, so intense was the spasm of agony that shot
through her foot as Joe pulled off the stocking. She felt as though her
foot itself was being pulled off too, ripped off her body. Layers of dried
blood and tender skin were torn off, together with the stocking. The skin
left on her toes was a shallow layer of mottled skin, with tiny blood
drops sweating through the skin with each heartbeat that Marie took. Other
areas, such as the sides of her fifth baby toes, and the tips and toe
knuckles of all her toes, were openly bleeding. The foot began to shake
convulsively. Marie could not stop it from trembling, so intense was the
pain. Joe reached for a roll of paper towels and spread them on the
carpet. He could not risk touching the feet just yet, Joe knew the pain of
contact upon Marie's mutilated foot would only make the pain that much
more unbearable. He tried to stop the foot from trembling and shaking,
grasping it tenderly above the ankle. Joe could see the foot clearly now,
and his heart went out to Marie. The toes appeared to not only be actively
bleeding in many spots, but also sweating blood in others. That was the
only description Joe could come up with. Tiny droplets of blood would
appear on the shallow layer of skin that remained over her toes. Joe
tried, ever so delicately, to apply a paper towel to the bleeding spots,
but Marie shrieked whenever Joe made the slightest contact. For about 10
minutes this agony dance played out, as Joe tried to wipe away the oozing
blood. Finally the blood flow seemed to stop, although Marie's foot still
trembled slightly in an uncontrollable way.
Joe and Marie both knew the right foot, still clad in the sheer
stocking, would have to undergo the same trauma as the left. Somehow Marie
summoned up every ounce of willpower within her, and actually told Joe to
go ahead and pull off the right stocking. It had to be done, Marie knew
this. And now that her left foot was free from it's agonizing shoe and
stocking, Marie just had to get her right foot free as well, so that the
healing process could begin. Joe grasped the sheer stocking and pulled it
of exactly as he had done with her left stocking. Marie's scream of agony
was even more intense than before. As Joe was pulling the stocking,
Marie's whole body jerked in a spasm of uncontrollable pain, and her other
foot, her already free left one, banged against the side of the couch.
Torturing pain swept through both feet, and through Marie's whole body.
She began to cry hysterically, seconds after the double trauma of having
the right stocking ripped off her foot, and almost instantaniously banging
the left foot against the couch. Joe leaped up from his crouching position
on the carpet, and embraced Marie fully, as she laid her head down upon
his shoulder and continued to cry in agonizing pain. "Joe held her tight,
feeling her deep, wretched sobs slowely abate, and change to heartfelt
whimpers.
Joe knew that one final job remained, and that was to clean out the
cuts and wounds on Marie's feet, so there would be no danger of
infection. Rubbing alcohol was the best way to do this, and he knew the
pain of submersing these raw and bleeding feet in alcohol would rival any
other pain Marie had withstood that day. But it had to be done.
Chapter Thirteen
Joe slowely disengaged himself from Marie's tight embrace, and
reached down for the bottle of rubbing alcohol. Finding the empty basin,
he slowely poured the entire bottle into the basin. Marie asked "What's
that? What are we doing now?" Joe chose his words carefully, "Baby, your
feet have open cuts & sores, there might be some dirt or germs that have
gotten into the cuts, so ya just need to put each foot in this basin of
rubbing alcohol for 30 seconds or so." Marie stiffened. She was not sure
how rubbing alcohol worked, but in the back of her mind she realized that
alcohol on open wounds was not a pleasant thing. "It's going to hurt,
isn't it?" she asked. Joe slowely nodded. "Real bad??" she squeaked in
distress. Joe slowely nodded. Marie slowely shifted her agonized feet over
near the basin of rubbing alcohol. Joe asked, "do you want me to stay up
here on the couch with you, or help you down on the carpet, hold your foot
in the basin?" "Stay here, Joe, and hold me tight", said Marie.
Marie slowely lifted up her left foot and lowered it into the basin
of rubbing alcohol. Thousands of raw and exposed nerve endings exploded in
agony as contact was made with the caustic alcohol. Marie gasped and clung
to Joe, her fingers digging into his back as she contorted in agony. "You
have to keep the whole foot submersed for 30 seconds, baby," Joe tenderly
whispered in her ear. Marie hung on to Joe with all her strength as waves
of pain assaulted her left foot. The thirty seconds seemed like five
minutes to Marie, each second an eternity of unendurable pain. Finally Joe
said she could remove the foot from the basin of alcohol, which she did
with a final bloodcurling shriek of pain. Joe immediately grabbed a clean
and very soft bath towel, gabbed the foot by the ankle, and gently wrapped
up the entire foot within the towel, folding it over and around the foot
several times. The same process was repeated with the right foot, Marie
soaking it in the basin of rubbing alcohol for an agonizing full 30
seconds, followed by Joe wrapping it up tenderly in a clean & soft five
foot long bath towel.
Joe placed several soft pillows at the foot of the couch, lifted up
Marie's towel covered feet, and gently placed them back down on the couch.
They both knew Marie would not be walking anywhere for the next 4 or 5
days, at minimum. Marie lay back on the couch, grateful beyond words that
her ordeal was now truly over. She knew that Joe still loved her, and she
knew that she had deserved punishment for buying those eleven pairs of
shoes without asking Joe first.
Joe smiled at Marie, and she smiled back at him. Nothing had changed
between them, but Joe had been profoundly changed. A lifelong fantasy of
his had become a reality. Over the years to come Marie would learn more
about Joe's obsession with foot pain, foot injury, and his desire & need
to torture her feet. But nothing would ever compare to this first and most
intense torture experience, for both Joe and Marie.
The End
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Hello everyone, I hope some of you enjoyed the above story. It is
fictional, but does represent one of my most frequent and intense foot
discipline/torture fantasies. All comments and questions are very welcome.
If any women who read this have had any foot pain/abuse/torture
experiences, either self inflicted pain, or inflicted by someone else, I
would love to hear the details of your experiences. My name is Joe, I
could not resist giving my title character my own name, since the fantasy
does exactly represent one of my own most erotic fantasies. Please
e-mail me at: Joe1orbit@aol.com
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