Is it Safe???

By Mistress Michelle

Written in 1975

"If you think it's safe, I'll do it," she said as she got off to put on her spikes. The white spike heels were about two-and-one-half inches high, were thin, and had metal tips on them.

"Are you ready," she asked.

"Go ahead," I beckoned.

"Here goes your back," she said as she put her foot on my ass and started to slowly put her weight on it.

"Wait," I said.

She took her foot off in a hurry. "Am I hurting you?" she asked.

"No, but you have almost all your weight on the front part of the shoe. Stand naturally like you were standing on a pillow. If the heels sink in, let `em," I instructed.

She put her foot back on my ass and gently applied her weight again. This time I could feel the heel slowly digging in. It hurt a little but I tried not to show it. More and more weight came on until finally there was 123 pounds of blonde beauty standing on me in spike heels. I only wished that someone was in the room with a camera so that I could cherish this moment forever.

"Now you want me to go up your back?" she asked.

"Yes," I urged. "Go ahead."

She started up my back and I could feel the spikes digging into my flesh like daggers. I knew that there would be marks on my skin for days but I didn't care. All I wanted was more.

"I never knew that this could feel so good," she said.

"It's like I'm your master and you are my slave under my feet," she giggled.

I knew that she was hooked. I was turning her into a sadist and we were both enjoying every minute of it. She didn't want to get off and I didn't really care but I thought that she might have other shoes or boots that we could try, so I said, "Have you got any boots that you can try on me?"

"Yes, I have, but I'll have to dig for them in the closet because they're for cold weather and we sure don't have any of that now."

She got off and then got out of her shoes and went into the bedroom. I took a drink of my beer which was getting warm. In about ten minutes she came back holding in her hands a beautiful pair of black vinyl boots.

"Here they are," she said.

As she put them on, I looked at one of them. The heel was about two inches high and kind of fat, the style that all the girls are wearing now. The sole was made of rubber and was ribbed so that the wearer wouldn't slip on the ice or snow. They also wouldn't slip on my body, I thought. Now she had them both on and she was standing in front of me looking sexier than hell. They came up just below her knees. All she had on were the boots, stockings, bra and panties.

I removed my shorts and was now completely nude.

I lay down in the same spot and she started in on my back again. I could see that she was having a good time and so was I. She started dancing, singing, "These Boots are Made for Walking".

"Put some weight on the heels," I urged and she dug them into my back and ass.

"How's this?" she asked as she put all her weight on the two heels. She didn't seem the least bit afraid of hurting me now.

After about ten minutes I told her to get off and I turned over. "Now, on my chest," I said and she almost jumped on me with excitement. Up and down she went and then she noticed that I was fully aroused and she said, "Hey, what's this thing?" and she started to agitate it with her boot. She put her full weight on it and then began rubbing it with her sole and heel while her other boot rested on my chest with her weight on it.

I knew what would happen if she kept this up, and much to her surprise, it did. I had my first orgasm of the evening all over her boot. Good thing she was standing on my chest or I would have gotten it right in the face.

"Don't worry. I'll be right back," she said and she went into the bathroom to clean off her boot. When she came back, she was ready for more and so was I.

I thought I'd try something new so I said, "Stand on my face."

"Okay, if you think it will do anything for you. It's your face," she said. "How do you want me to go about it?"

"Give me your foot," I said and I placed it on my face so that the heel was on my mouth and the sole was on my forehead. I didn't want my nose to get crushed and this way it would be safe.

"Okay, now put all your weight on it," I said.

She slowly put all her 123 pounds on her foot and I could feel the pressure build up. Finally she said, "There it is, 123 pounds. You sure can take it. Is everything okay down there?" she asked.

I made the sign with my fingers that it was okay. I couldn't very well talk with about 100 pounds of heel on my mouth.

She stood there for about two minutes and then got off. "Now get around beside my face and just put the ribbed sole of the boot on my forehead and stand," I said.

She did just as I instructed and I could feel the ribbed sole against my skin and it felt wonderful.

"Do you have any other shoes or boots?" I asked as she got off.

"You're welcome to look in my closet and see what you can find," she said.

I went into the bedroom and looked in the closet. There must have been twenty-five different pairs ranging from low-heeled shoes to shoes with 3-inch spike heels, some on racks and others in boxes. She was indeed a well-heeled lady. Then a pair caught my eyes. They were hiking boots or shoes with a lugged sole.

"Look at what I found," I said.

"Those are my hiking boots. I like the outdoors and I go out for walks on the weekends," she said.

"Well, put them on and go for a hike on my back," I said.

"Right on," she said excitedly and she got out of her vinyl boots and into the hiking boots.

The heels on the boots were about an inch-and-a-half high, and they were lugged as well as the soles.

"Ready or not, here I come," she yelled and she came running over to me just as I lay down on the shag rug again. Up and down my back she went, being none too gentle this time either. I could feel those rugged soles and heels tearing at my flesh and I knew that my back was taking a beating, but I was in ecstasy, and didn't mind a bit.

She got off and asked me to turn over and I did, waiting for what would come next. She jumped on my chest and went up and down, not forgetting about my penis which was still erect. In fact, it hadn't gone down since I came into the apartment about three hours ago.

I had my eyes shut and was enjoying every minute of this soothing massage when suddenly without warning she stepped on my face with the hiking boot. The lugged sole dug into my lips and forehead. She stayed there about a minute and then got off.

She quickly removed her boots and the rest of the clothing and we went into the bedroom for the climax of a wonderful evening for me and an unusually happy evening for her.

We were in bed for a few hours and I noticed that it was time to go.

I knew I would be a sorry mess at work after not getting any sleep.

I looked into the mirror and saw my back was red from the boots and pitted with spike-heel marks.

"I won't have to worry too much about my back; my shirt will hide that, but what about my face?" I asked.

My face had some marks on it from the ribbed boot and especially from the lugged sole of the hiking boot.

"Here, let me help you," she said. She applied a little make-up to my face to hide the biggest part of the marks.

"There," she said. "You look much better. Nobody will ever know."

As I started to the door she said, "I have a friend, a brunette. She only weighs about 110, but I think she might like to try some of this high-heel action. Could you come back tomorrow night?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said. "Give me your phone number and I'll give you a ring and set the time."

She gave me her number and as I was riding home in my sports car, the night air blowing around me, I thought of the prospects of having two girls on me at the same time with spike heels and boots.

About that time, I had my Nth orgasm of the evening, but who's counting?

~THE END ~