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High Heel Hell
debra darling
Janice had come home to find a shocking sight. Her husband Bob
was standing in their bedroom masturbating. That was
embarrassing enough but what Bob was wearing was even more
shocking. He was done up in a pair of her best black pantyhose
and her new Manolo Blahnik spike heel sandals.
All of that was bad enough by itself. She might have gotten over
it if her best friend had not been with her. She had brought
Susan home to show her the sexy new sandals and now she had seen
her husband in this flagrant act of self indulgence.
Bob had tried to stammer out an explanation but Janice was
having none of it. She and Susan stood conversing for a while
and then they turned to him.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" Janice demanded. "Those
are my newest hose and they cost a lot of money. Those shoes are
over $250/pair and you are stretching them all out of shape and
just ruining them. And I have not even had a chance to wear them
yet!"
While Bob continued to try to face her and work his way out of
this predicament he realized Susan was circling about doing
something intense. When he finally figured out that she was
taking pictures with a tiny digital camera he nearly went crazy.
He tried to grab her as she left the room, but he could not move
quickly in the high heels strapped to his feet without falling
on his face. She escaped, only to return in a few minutes to
announce the data chip was well hidden. Bob would now do their
bidding unless he wanted those pictures out on the internet.
What Bob did not know was that his wife and her girl friend had
planned this little scene with quite a bit of care. Janice had
discovered her husband's fascination with high heels quite a bit
earlier when she had found him jacking off to one of her shoes.
She had not let him know she knew what was going on, but from
then on she had kept a close watch on both him and her footwear.
She soon learned what styles of shoe turned him on and that he
liked using a nylon on his cock as well. By leaving some very
high quality panty hose lying about she soon also learned that
he liked wearing those as well. Soon he was donning panty hose
and a pair of her shoes every time he got a chance.
He would generally use a pair of her old hose and a pair of
heels from back in her closet figuring she would not notice. He
would put them on, lie down on the bed face down and rub his
hard cock up and down on the bed, allowing the nylon in the
panty hose to rub up and down his manhood. He loved the silken
feel as he brought himself to an orgasm.
This morning, Janice had carefully cleaned up all of her hose,
throwing the ones with runs in the garbage and hiding all of the
ones she had previously worn. Then she had put a brand new
package of Donna Karan's finest, most silky hose on the bed
where Bob was sure to see them. On the floor was a pair of brand
new Manolos in a style she knew he would never be able to
resist.
When she left, she told him she would be gone all day. He
figured he could put the hose and heels on, get himself off and
then go buy her another pair of hose well before she got home.
Since he would be standing on carpet or lying down, he would not
mark the soles of the shoes and she would be none the wiser.
Susan, meanwhile, had agreed to help with this plan. She was in
love with Janice and wanted to renew their previous lesbian love
match. Bob had interrupted that when he married Janice, but
Susan knew she could win Janice back if she could only get her
into bed.
That was how Bob found himself standing on one painful foot,
blindfolded, with one leg stretched out behind him. First they
had put wrist cuffs on his arms and pulled his arms up and out
to tie points on the walls near the ceiling. He had been forced
to stand and watch as Susan had put the tie points in, making
sure they went into the studs in the walls.
Then cuffs went onto his ankles and finally the blindfold was
put on and tightened down. He felt them remove his lovely
sandals and replace them with something very different. He could
not see what had been put on his feet but he could feel them.
The two women had forced his feet into a pair of Pleaser fetish
heels. These were in an oxford style and tied on so he could not
kick them off. Once the laces were drawn tight and tied, the
shoes could not be removed until they were untied.
These shoes had extremely pointed toes, a fixed arch that did
not bend, a four inch high platform sole and eleven inch high,
needle sharp heels. The lower half of each high heel was chrome
and gleamed in the lights shining down from the ceiling. The
high arch put him up the balls of his feet with his foot almost
straight up and down. The narrow heel made balancing extremely
difficult and the pointed toes were immediate agony.
A rope went up to a tie point in the wall behind him. This tie
point was about half way between the ceiling and the height of
his waist. When the rope was pulled tight, his leg was raised
first up and then straight out behind him. He was thrown forward
and forced to bend at the hips. His arms went up and out, but if
he tried to support himself this way he would dislocate his
shoulders.
The position quickly became very painful and trying to stand on
the pointed toe and needle sharp, narrow, eleven inch high heel
did not help. He struggled to maintain his balance as he
tottered about until he suddenly found something else to worry
about. Pain came crashing in on him as something struck his
outstretched leg.
"Those Manolos cost $250," Susan hissed, referring to the
sandals she had tempted him with. "You are going to get 250
lashes with my various whips. That should teach you to keep your
filthy hands off other people's property."
With those fateful words, Susan and Janice began to lash his
leg. When they tired of this form of play, they started on the
other leg, the one he was standing on. He quickly learned that
the whipping was even more painful on the tight muscles he used
to keep himself upright.
After about 50 strokes they lowered his leg but he was not
allowed to rest. His other leg soon took its place straight out
behind him and the whipping began again.
Over and over the sequence was repeated. Each time his leg was
changed either Janice or Susan would say, "This should teach you
to keep your hands and feet away from somebody else's property.
Especially expensive, sexy shoes."
At last they stopped. He had survived the entire 250 strokes. He
could see his legs but he was sure he was marked as the strokes
had kept getting harder and harder. He had managed to avoid
screaming, but several times he had begged for mercy when a
particularly painful blow had fallen. At least he would be now
be freed, he thought.
Alas, such was not to be the case. There was still the matter of
the Donna Karan panty hose. Janice informed him that they were
of the finest silk and nylon and she had bought them just to
wear for him. They had cost $12.00 and now they were stretched
completely out of shape and stained by his filthy secretions.
A rope was quickly fastened over his head and allowed to drop
down to the floor. The end was quickly threaded through the ring
on one of his ankle cuffs and before he could even complain the
foot was pulled up until it touched his bright red ass cheek.
Then it was tied off. His blindfold was removed and he was left
to contemplate his fate. He could see himself in a full length
mirror they had placed against the wall in front of him.
Standing like this was pure torture. He could not relax his
weight at all and the leg muscles in the leg he was forced to
stand on were quickly cramping. He was left in this position for
nearly an hour before the two women returned.
Susan and Janice were now dressed like two vixens. Halter tops
made of bright silk hung down from their necks and cradled their
large breasts. Neither wore a bra and their nipples were hard as
rocks. Their breasts bounced about in a manner that would have
given a monk an erection.
Short, short, leather, mini-skirts barely covered their hips.
Their long tan legs were uncovered and each wore CFM clear
plastic slip on hooker heels with eight inch heels and four inch
clear plastic platform soles. Long blonde wigs and heavy makeup
featuring blue eye shadow and crimson lipstick finished off the
look.
"Like what you see, 'Babs'?" the two girls asked flirtatiously.
"Take a good look. Just imagine how the men down at the 'Meat
Market' are going to react to us when we start dancing with each
other down there."
They laughed at his shocked expression and then each picked up
a long, heavy, leather strap. "Twelve dollars," Janice almost
screamed. "That's going to be twelve strokes."
"On each leg!" Susan chimed in. "From each of us."
Twelve grueling strokes later 'Babs' was hanging helplessly in
his bondage. They had made him count each stroke and thank them
for delivering it. Then he had to ask them for another stroke.
He never knew which one would lash him next.
His muscles had been so tight from standing in one position and
supporting his entire weight on the narrow heel that the strokes
from the straps had been excruciatingly painful. He was so
thankful the first half of his final punishment was over but he
was not looking forward to what would come next.
He only barely registered anything as his leg was lowered and he
finally managed to support his weight again. Then he began to
beg uselessly as his other leg was pulled up until it had
replaced his first leg, firmly pressed against his tender ass.
"Leave him for now," Janice ordered. "Let's go see what we can
drag home with us."
For two hours 'Babs' endured his punishment. His muscles were
screaming for relief when he heard the front door open and then
close. He registered the voices, two high and feminine and two
low and masculine.
"You promised us a good time," came one deep voice.
"And you'll get it, honey" came the high pitched reply. "Just
keep your pants on, at least for now."
All four people poured into 'Babs'' torture room. He was
embarrassed as much as he was in pain. What was he going to be
subjected now? He would soon find out.
"You two guys are much stronger than us poor little girls,"
Janice flirted with one of the body builders. "Each of you take
one of these straps and go to work on my husband. Whip him from
ankle to waist. We caught him jacking off while wearing my
expensive clothes and we want to teach him a lesson he will
never forget. Let's see which of you can do the best job. I
guarantee the winner a hot, juicy reward."
'Babs' screamed in fear even before the first blow fell. At the
end of twelve brutal lashes he had nearly fainted. He prayed for
unconsciousness, but he never quite made it. He was black and
blue from the waist down on his one leg and never wanted to
experience anything like that again.
His leg was lowered and the two girls stood in front of him.
"Are you ever gong to wear a pair of my high heels again?"
Janice queried him. He shook his tear stained face back and
forth. "No, Never!" he sobbed.
"What about the panty hose?" Susan chimed in.
"I hate them," he gasped. "I'll never put on another pair in my
life. I swear it."
"Good" they chimed in together. "But just to make sure, maybe we
should turn these guys loose on your other leg. They might as
well match."
'Babs' began to beg and plead for mercy. He promised to do
anything the two women wanted if they would only relent.
"Anything?" Susan inquired.
"Anything!" he promised.
"Well, that's really good because we promised these two guys a
great time and it seems we are both on the rag all of a sudden.
I guess you'll just have to help us out here. It's a good thing
your legs are so long and sexy in those shiny black hose and
tall heels."
'Babs' blanched at the idea of what she was suggesting but when
the two guys began to raise the whips again he quickly agreed to
what ever the two women were planning.
What they were planning turned out to be terrible. First they
stripped the two guys naked. Then while he watched each women
squatted down and began to give head. The cocks grew harder and
harder until each guy was gasping in pleasure. At the last
minute Janice withdrew and guided the slippery hard monster over
to 'Babs'' rear end. Using a pair of scissors, she clipped a
hole in the panty hose and put the pulsing cock up against his
tender rear opening.
"No," he screamed to no avail. The guy was to horny to stop and
he just drove up inside of this tight hot channel and after a
couple of strokes he exploded, shooting gobs of hot male love
juice up into 'Babs'' guts.
Before he could recover Susan led her man over and replaced the
shrinking cock that popped out of 'Babs'' violated hole with
another, even larger, cock. Again it was only a few strokes
before 'Babs' found himself the unwilling vessel of even more
hot sticky cum.
The four retired to a couch across the room while leaving 'Babs'
to stare at her violated self in the full length mirror. To her
horror, her own cock was hard as a rock as a result of her
mistreatment. In the mirror he could see the four of them
cuddling on the couch. When Janice brought in two washcloths,
two towels and some warm water he could not believe it.
He watched helplessly as the two women worked away at cleaning
up the cocks that so recently had been inside of him. Then they
each bowed their head down and began to tongue the offending
members until they were once again hard.
This time they just sent the two guys up to use him again. While
this was going on, the two women began to work on each other
like two lesbians in heat. They knew this would drive the two
men into a sexual frenzy and they were correct. It only took a
moment before the first man drove himself into 'Babs'' sex hole
and began to piston in and out. This time, though it took a very
long time before he finally exploded. When he did he pulled
'Babs'' helpless hips back tight against his own crotch and
'Babs' felt the cock inside of him swell up and then begin to
shoot deep in his guts.
The two women came up for air as the climax exploded and 'Babs'
could see them smiling at him. "I'll bet the next one will take
even longer," Janice said just loudly enough to be heard.
"Especially if we get really sexy with each other."
Susan chimed in at that point. "I wonder if we can get them to
beat him again and to take him for a third time. I'll bet if we
use the great big black double dong we bought on each other
those two will lash him senseless just to watch us."
Babs could only cry. He knew they were right. He also knew they
would do what they described. He would never get near a pair of
high heels again if only they would release him.
Little did he know that they planned to keep him in heels for
the rest of his life. Heels, hose, corsets bras, sexy dresses
and of course men. Lots and lots of men.
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