Sweetest Pain
She saw him stretched on their couch his legs spread across the couch and busy on a call. She perched herself at the other end of the sofa, his legs automatically making way for her. She sunk into the couch with a book in hand his voice droning on loud on the call.
A few minutes passed by when his feet casually landed on her breasts, one after the other. It was very unusual of him to take such liberties. She was intrigued, intimidated but quietly accommodated, a strange sensation taking over. She could no longer focus on the book, though. His feet, pink and impeccably clean, staring at her so close to her face, took all her attention.
They were quite heavy to bear making her more conscious of her chest gently pressing against his feet, closer with every breath. She kept watching his feet dreamily. She felt a strong urge to caress them but resisted. She was indeed too proud for that! With every breath, her heart was growing tender. She stroked his feet as softly as she could hoping he would never notice. He was too engrossed in the call, perhaps oblivious to her presence, she thought.
Moments passed, the call was still on and he slid further down comfortably on the couch his knees bent and the soles of his feet now fully pressing on her chest.
She choked with pleasure every time he gently trampled her breasts. He laughed in between while rubbing hard on her tender breasts. When the topic on the phone call got heated he was pressing her chest down with full force and even kicked her hard with his leg perched over her heart. She lay as still as she could, taking it all. She had never felt anything like this before!
Her heart convulsed with pain and pleasure peaking in tandem.
It was exhilarating and humbling at the same time. Was it a mere sensation or a deep emotion, she couldn’t tell. She only knew how powerless she felt. She was nothing now. Just a heap of soft flesh under the feet of a man! Being kicked and trampled like a lifeless object. Strangely, she wasn’t revolting or even resisting it.
On the contrary, she was relishing every bit of it to the point of hoping this would go on. A little longer, her heart yearned. There was only one gnawing thought that troubled her. How would he react once the call got over? Or how should she? She didn’t care to pursue the thought. She merely shut her eyes enjoying the pressure, pain and kicks on her breasts as they lasted.
The call ended! Too soon, she thought! She tried to compose herself, reigning in her racing emotions. To her surprise, he stretched himself more comfortably, throwing all his weight, mercilessly trampling her breasts now. She gripped his feet almost involuntarily, her eyes tightly shut. He didn’t care to stop. He was mindlessly meddling with his phone while rocking his legs and churning her heart.
It felt like heaven even when her breasts were too sore under the weight of his strong legs.
She wanted more of this. Wanted him to be more brutal. Wanted her breasts crushed until they turned numb. He didn’t disappoint her at all. As he mercilessly crushed her nipples under his heels. She was biting her lips and breathing heavily. She still didn’t want it to end. She couldn’t fully understand what she felt then.
Vulnerable, weak and shameless, she was letting him dig deep into her chest, unmindful of the pain she was enduring. Her breasts were too sore now. She wanted to beg him to stop. She didn’t have the heart to stop him, though. Yes, she still wanted more! She looked at his feet again, yearningly!
She had lost all her pride and dignity to the mere dust of his feet, she realised. She felt a complete change in her identity. What was she now?
Alas, the doorbell rang! She lifted her head up with a jolt his legs still sprawled over her chest.
He shot a look at her and tapping his toes on her chest, said, “ Piece of rag! Can you go get the door?” without caring to even move his legs.
She obeyed him instantly, wriggling herself from beneath his legs and running to the door. It was the courier guy. She came back to him and handed a parcel addressed to him. He signalled for her to leave it aside and said, “Sit down!” pointing towards his feet.
She sat at the edge of the couch. He withdrew his legs.
She felt her breasts burning in pain. She couldn’t resist the urge to touch them. She gently ran her palms over her breasts, taking deep breaths.
She noticed he was looking at her. She had nothing to hide from him, anyway.
She was in absolute acceptance of all her feelings.
She held her breasts in her hands, still revelling in the past moments, the weight of his words slowly sinking in.
Yes, that’s what she was, she thought.
Just a piece of rag kicked, trampled upon and humiliated by her Master!
His words didn’t hurt her one bit. It was quite liberating.
It was the crowning moment of the sweetest pain she had ever experienced!
