Short story
I woke up with her feet on my chest. I gently stroked them one after the other, kissed them fondly and when I stopped she pressed one foot on my chest hard and violently kicked over my heart with the other.
I moaned with pain while still stroking her foot stomping over my heart.
More violent kicks followed while I was begging for her mercy, kissing her feet, tormenting my chest.
She placed her foot on my mouth I licked it passionately devouring its sweetness.
She laughed and then with a thrust she jumped over my stomach resting her palms on my chest pressing them with all her weight, the thick locks of her hair brushing across my face.
I could barely breathe but I smiled at her involuntarily and whispered her name .
She punched my chest, pounded my heart repeatedly with all her might until I began to cough hard.
Pressing her hands on my ribs she squatted her way to my chest in one stroke and looked into my eyes as I quivered in pain.
She slaped my cheeks, pulled my beard with both her hands casually squatting with all her weight on my chest.
She moved her feet closer to each other to squat over my heart while resting an arm on my chest.
She rocked herself front and back humming a tune in her sweet voice. I was dead almost, my eyes wearily looking at her.
She stretched one leg over my face resting her entire weight on the leg pressing over my heart.
She then craftily shifted her legs behind and held a plank, her hands firmly gripping my chest followed by a few push-ups, her lips gently rubbing against mine, teasing my mind out of my gruelling chest pain.
I devoured her beautiful eyes as much as I could for I knew I would be dead any moment. She then plunged into a squat again her feet together right over my heart and then defiantly stood tall on my chest while I was gasping hard my whole body reverberating with pain.
She began to jog on my chest and then jumped high giggling in joy like I was her trampoline!
No mercy only excruciating pain but I still guarded her feet with my arms lest she slipped and fell.
For that is what my heart cannot take. I choked with pain my heart thudding loud .
Parched with pain I lay watching her joy-filled face until with one kick she pushed me out of the bed.
I fell face down.
“Turn!”she ordered.
I struggled and turned around to take her back on my chest .
She jumped on my chest and I cried aloud in pain holding her feet. I was unable to stop my tears. She took a few moments to browse her phone seated on the edge of the bed her feet placed on my chest.
Now I was her footrest. She-my heart! My heart - her footrest!
She pressed my chest with her feet while leaning on the edge of the bed thrusting her weight on my chest. I stayed firm gripping my back to the ground holding her entire weight over my heart.
Out of breath and holding back my cough, my heart was beating aloud in my ears. She threw her phone away and began to stomp hard over my heart and ordered, “Stop gasping I need to work out my legs”
I tried but failed and she kicked me harder close to 20 kicks with each leg.
She then squatted with her feet over my heart again and slapped me hard.
She pulled up the hair on my sweaty chest between her toes. Not satisfied, she pulled the hair on my chest violently between her fingers with a smile watching me suffer. She scratched my chest with her nails and the claws of her silver hair clip.
She plucked my nipples between the claws of her hair clip and pulled them up until I began to bleed. She licked my blood. By then my heart felt so heavy with pain like a huge rough rock was tied to it and grinding on it.
“My dear, my love, I am dying” I pleaded. Undettered, pressing her fists on my chest she rose again and stood on her toes like a ballerina, her toes drilling into my nipples.
I clenched my teeth and fists craning my neck up.
She placed a foot on my neck and choked me.
Battling for breath, I looked at her almost giving up. She pressed hard one more time I shut my eyes not being able to leave them open anymore.
She slowly moved her leg back to my chest and took a walk all over me, my face, chest, stomach, groin and my thighs. I was shaking and breathless in pain
“Why can’t you just stop breathing“ she yelled with a foot over my heart and I meekly shook my head tearing up.
Upset, she stepped down from my chest to wear her slippers. With one wild kick on my chest with the hard end of her slippers she walked away saying “Get lost”
I just lay there like a log swooning with pain my hands over my chest soiled with blood and sweat .
“Don’t be upset my precious”, I begged
Unable to rise I crawled and dragged myself to her side, clutching my chest.
I lay close to her feet and licked it still gripping my chest and looking up at her. She looked at me with mercy for once . I swiftly turned on my back and tried to wipe the sweat off my chest clean for her to step on.
She kicked my hand off my chest and brutally stomped over my heart with anger her gaze turned away from me.
I pleaded with pain stroking her feet and begging her to look at me .
“My love , my chest is all yours, take it, use it, tear it open, crush it under your feet, my heart..don’t turn away from me”, I begged.
“I can die for you again and again in every birth but I cannot see you upset, my dear, even a bit.”
She signalled me to lie beneath the kitchen counter
I hastened to obey.
She stepped on my chest and stood on it while boiling milk.
“Ahhhh” I moaned
She twisted and turned trampling my chest to the ground.
She casually kicked my nipple, pierced my other nipple with the heel of her slipper. She alternated between the heels of her slippers and toes while standing on both my nipples.
Even the throbbing pain felt like heaven watching her play on my chest. My heart still revelled in love. She is my heart! I told myself.
She then stood on her toes raising her heels to reach for the sugar container from the top rack while digging deep into my chest.
My heart throbbed with pain. It felt like the last moments of my life.
I bore her with all my heart one breath at a time . My heart, she was indeed!
She stepped down my chest and walked out of the kitchen with her coffee in hand leaving her slippers on my chest like they were my solace.
I crouched in pain gripping my chest hard and hugging her slippers dear to my chest. “My heart , my dear “, I meekly moaned.
“Bring my slippers”, she ordered
I gathered myself quickly, rose to my feet and rushed to her still huggling her heels tight to my chest.
She was seated on a sofa, her leg crossed over the other.
I knelt in front of her holding out her slippers.
She sipped her coffee while taking a look at me.
Her eyes fell upon his baren chest, full of sweat and red in pain, having marks of her feet and her slippers. She sported a victorious smile while he massaged his aching chest with the back of her slippers.
It was a sight she always loved. His pain, him gripping his chest squirming in pain and sweat trickling down his battered chest.
She placed the tip of her toe on my chest. I moved closer to her, my hands behind my neck. She ran her toe all over my chest. I moaned, my body shaking. She rested her toe right over my heart staring into my eyes.
“My dear. My heart, ” I whispered, my heart about to burst with love I can hold no more.
As I slowly brought my hands down to hold her feet, she kicked my heart. I struggled to balance when she kicked again. I gripped the floor so I don’t let down her feet, taking every kick. She laughed and kicked more violently watching my eyes tear up in pain.
“I love you”, I whispered. “You are my heart”, I said
She calmed down a bit and placed both her feet on my chest like she was blessing me.
My goddess.
She signalled at the slippers on the floor
I slowly placed them beneath her feet still gracing my chest.
“Forever your foot rest”, I said as she playfully tapped her foot over my heart.
“My heartbeat, my life, this heart cannot hold within the love for you. It aches, my love. Please tie it to your feet. Scoop my heart out of my chest and wear it as your slippers, please! “
“My dear, my dearest, can you feel my love?”I asked pressing her feet on my chest.
She stretched her legs and yawned as I arched backwards to accommodate her feet. She teased my nipples again with the tip of her high heels while I was helpless in surrender. She kicked me to the ground and jumped on to my chest with her heels digging deep.
He was in tears and his body was red with blood and sweat.
With one brutal kick she walked away.
My heart was pounding aloud my pain radiating like my chest would explode any moment
It was a pain I had borne for years, day in and day out quite happily. My wealth, house were all hers always, I worked overtime to fulfill all her needs. I almost died every night to please her whims. I was always ready to die any moment at her feet with the peace that she will be safe and secure even after me.
He never asked for her love He knew that to her he was just her slave/ another slipper He was happy being that.
“I want to go shopping” she announced
“I am coming” i yelped slowly swivelling up to my feet
I put on a shirt and took the car keys;
She walked to the car and unbuttoned my shirt saying “no shirt”.
I waited for her to unbutton and then quickly wriggled out of my shirt. As I drove she wrote slave in red across my chest with her lipstick. I felt her smooth fingers run over my chest as she wrote. I was breathing heavily.
She slapped his chest and watched it turn more red. She could see her fingerprints, her foot marks, blood and sweat smeared all over his chest. She slapped again and pounded his heart.
“My heart is aching my dear” he said as he steered with his right hand his left hand gently stroking her head while she violently kept pounding over his heart all through the drive. He uttered her name with every breath with every pounding he got. “Oh my heart, please have mercy, he begged. She kicked him fiercely with her elbow , he almost choked to death his eyed bluriring in pain..
They reached the supermarket. He parked the car and took a deep breath running his hand over his chest still gasping from the deadly blows.
She slapped his cheek saying, “No touching your chest. Let it hurt until you can breathe no more!”
He obeyed and rushed to open the door for her. “Carry me on your shoulders” she demanded .
He knelt before her, his hand over his heart in servitude and she climbed up on his shoulders.
He walked into the mall, she kept kicking her feet on his chest all through, running her finger over the words on his chest and pounding his chest with pride. He kissed her fingers while she slapped his cheeks. She pounded his chest and he coughed. Everyone was gaping at them shocked. He bought everything she pointed at and carried more than he could hold.
Her weight on his shoulders, her legs clasping his chest tight, her pounding his chest wild, his arms bearing a heavy load, he was sweating profusely and heavily breathing and he slowly walked to the car. He placed the shopping bags on the rear seat and knelt for his goddess to alight
She got down and kicked his chest till he lay flat on his back on the scotching road
She stood on his chest both her feet over his heart stomped hard and said “I am hungry buy me food”
“I will I will, my dear”, he replied almost dead
“Oh my heart, “ he whispered as she stepped out of his chest.
He drove her to her favourite restaurant by the beach.
Shirtless, his chest bearing her shoe marks blood smeared and sweat trickling down and his back muddied .
They all knew him, his wealth and stature and the slave he was.
“No food for him”,she ordered
His legs hurting he sat on the chair across her and begged “My dear, I am parched can I have some water?”
She signalled for him to come to her side
He knelt beside her.
She asked him to lick her feet.
He did as he was told and she poured water over her feet .
He drank the dirty water from her feet and looked at her gratefully.
She kicked his chest saying “ go away dirty dog”
He crawled back to her feet saying “Where will I go, my goddess? Don’t kick away this dog. “ he implored, holding his chest.
She kicked him again laughing aloud “ I hate you”
He dragged himself to her feet again “My heart, I cannot bear this, my love” patting his aching heart.
“ Don’t hate this slave, my dear. You are my heart. Let me be at your feet always. My heart beats for you, mylove”
“ Here, take my heart, I cannot bear the pain anymore,” he said, clutching his heart.
“ Die, then“ she said as she stomped over his heart hard
He swallowed a giant lump in his throat as his eyes welled with tears.
“As you wish . As you wish, my dear. You are my heart. ” he murmured as she crushed his chest while gorging on her favourite sandwich. His heart bled, literally!
I hoped I would be dead I tried to stop breathing but she kicked and made me cough
She stood over his heart and hailed the waiter for the bill.
His face had turned blood red he reached for his wallet and handed it to her.
She paid the bill and walked away
He could hardly rise.
The waiter slowly helped him to his feet
With a smile he thanked the waiter and dragged his feet along.
They drove back home she was quiet watching him steer with one hand and clasp his chest with the other. As much as he knew he was disobeying her , it was the only way he could survive through the drive, he thought. He had to drive her home. Thats all that mattered to him.
They reached home he brought in the shopping bags left them on the table and rushed to her, knelt before her to remove her shoes, ready to take her angry blows.
She rubbed his chest and massaged over his heart with her barefoot.
“My love, thank you,thank you” he said as he slowly lay on the ground.
“Walk all over me pound my heart, dig deep through it, I will still love you with all that I have every drop of blood unto my last breath “
“ Shut up”she yelled and jumped over his heart.
His eyes rolled up, he let out a meek cough touched her feet on his heart and lay motionless, his eyes fixed on hers.
He could breathe no more!
