James awoke on his back, on the cold hard floor. His head secured to the floor, using thick electrical tape taped across his forehead; his legs were spread eagled, with one ankle tied to one pole and his other ankle to another; his hands were tied around his cock, which was rock hard against his chest.
He stared up at the white ceiling, in a state of confusion and panic.
The last thing he remembered was being at a socialist party with his new girlfriend Maria.
James was a high flying banker, whose success had sky rocketed him up through the company, even though he was still relatively young at 32.
He was attending the party of one of his wealthiest clients, Ms Garrett, (a young, blonde millionaire, who gained her wealth due to the untimely death of her late husband), at her mansion in the outskirts of the city. It was a very formal evening; a tux and ballgown affair.
However, James’s tux was now nowhere to be seen and he lay there, cold, naked and afraid.
“Help! Is anyone there? Please? Anyone?” he called out in fear
His fear escalated as he began to her footsteps come toward him, they sounded like high heels cracking against hard tile floor and they seemed to be getting closer and closer and closer from the direction in front of James. He could not see who was making them however, due to his head being fastened facing the ceiling. The got even closer, stopped and then ….
“ARRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!”
James screamed out in pain as the sole of the leather shoe grinded down onto his vulnerable balls, squashing them into the floor.
“Fuck! Stop please! Help! No no! Why are you doing this??!!” screamed James as the leather shoe squished his poor balls further
He heard a sadistic laugh and the foot came away from his swollen testicles, relieving the pressure. He closed his eyes in excruciating pain. When he opened them, he saw her beautiful face staring down at him.
She had long, wavy red hair and hazel green sparkling eyes. She wore a slinky black cocktail dress and he could see her ample cleavage as she looked down at him.
She smiled at James and cutely flashed him a wink, making his cock even harder. He recognised her from the party; she grabbed his (and every other hot blooded male’s) attention. Her fiery hair, her sexy curves and luscious legs would turn any man into jelly, but it wasn’t any of those remarkable features that lured James in…it was the fact that she danced the night away, barefoot!
This was James’ biggest secret, he was a closet foot fetishist. He loved the look, shape and feel of a woman’s pretty feet but his fetish run deeper than that. He had often fantasized about being dominated by a sexy female who would make him lick her dirty feet clean.
Obviously with the sexy stranger dancing barefoot all night, her feet eventually became quite filthy, which seemed to draw James in further; which didn’t go unnoticed by his increasingly angered girlfriend, Maria.
James swollen balls still throbbed with pain and as he looked at her smiling face, he found it hard to believe that she could be so cruel as to stand on his balls; until he remembered that whoever committed the heinous act wore leather high heeled shoes
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