Hotel (Part 1) (Patreon)

She’d said she was tall, but watching her walk in was more breathtaking than I could have expected. I’d had a couple drinks while I waited, shifting in my seat, barely keeping my anxiety under control. The sharp, heavy clicks of her heels through the hotel lobby captured my attention, and I forgot to breathe while she came close and settled into the seat next to me.

I bought us both a couple more drinks. She liked to take her time the first time she met someone from the website. She wanted to get to know me, to know if she could trust me, and I eagerly answered every casual question with a sweaty smile. Small talk, about my kids and my drive out here, even a little about my favorite crush stories when I felt the bartender was far enough away.

It felt like an hour had passed before I was brave enough to say something, and it came out as a conspiratorial whisper. “You wore the boots.”

She stretched one of her impossibly long legs towards me, showing off the velvety wine red fabric stretched up over her knee, her pointed toe and tall stiletto heel. “You commented enough on the photos. I couldn’t resist.”

I swallowed hard and had to look away when she lowered her boot and its sole gazed my thigh. Her confidence was overwhelming, but I couldn’t handle so much in public. “Finish your drink,” drew my eyes back to her wonderfully smug grin, and I was not-so-secretly thankful for a direct command. “I think I’m ready to see your room.”

I usually kept myself to three vodka and sodas when I went out, and I’d had four or five. Still, I’d done worse. I should’ve been able to stand when we exited the elevator, but at least she was laughing and helping carry me to the room.

She took the room key from my clumsy hand, and the second the lock beeped and the door shut behind us, the laughter stopped.

It was so abrupt that it startled me. I started to say something but she shoved me hard and I went sprawling across the carpet. I tried to protest but words just wouldn’t come out of my mouth. I tried to move but my arms just wouldn’t listen to my brain.

My ear was flat to the floor. Every step she took pounded in my brain until she settled her magnificent boot just inches from my face.

“Are you happy?” I could turn my head a little, but not even enough to see above her waist. My vision was totally filled by her deep, red boots and her skin-tight black leather pants.

“You love it, don’t you?” She slowly shifted and turned to show off every curve of her thrilling footwear. I’d seen them from every angle in her photo gallery, and now they were right in front of me. I could smell the leather and suede while I shuddered and struggled to move. “You’re helpless at my feet, just like you dreamed.”

I’d longed for her, but panic was setting in. I was drunk, sure, but I could barely move anything but my eyes. Maybe she saw them widening in panic. “You don’t go out much, huh? You’re pretty shit at watching your drink.”

It took a minute more to realize that she’d drugged me, and even though it shouldn’t have, knowing kind of settled me down. She’d done this to me. She was in control.

“If you love it so much, fucking kiss it.” She’d been so warm and sweet at the bar, but all of that was gone. The rich fabric covering the top of her foot pushed roughly against my face, and for all the world I wanted to do exactly what she demanded, but my mouth wouldn’t move, let alone take shape.

She pushed my face back and forth while I layed limp before her, pathetically drooling on her foot. “Fucking useless,” was her final conclusion as she turned away and stepped out of view.

I heard the rustle of blankets from the bed and watched the crumpled comforter sail across the room. Whatever she did only took a few seconds before I felt her footfalls coming back towards me, She didn’t bother circling around, just stepping across my body. Her towering stiletto heel almost scraped my face as she took one more step away from me, then turned back.

“Remember, you asked for this.” I could see all of her now that she was a bit further away. Her sparkling bracelet, her sleeveless top, her thin, dark smirk and her menacing stare. A little noise left the back of my throat as took a step towards me and swung that boot into my stomach.

I retched and heaved, rolling from the massive kick, and immediately the thud and crunch of another powerful kick to my side sent an explosion of pain through me as I rolled over again, landing on my back, letting out a guttural whimpering groan between each painful, labored breath.

“Shut up, slut.” In one fluid motion she stepped into view, towering over me like the giantess she claimed to be, then raised her boot above my face. I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t even turn my head. All I could do was give an ugly shriek as she stomped down.

My lips split against my teeth. She sighed a little as her unforgiving boot twisted back and forth on top of my mouth, and I tasted blood dribbling across my tongue.

“No limits.” She leaned into me, grinding down harder and harder on my aching face. I noticed I wasn’t on the carpet anymore. She’d put down the bedsheets and rolled me on top. My panic came back in full force--were they for wrapping up my body and dumping me in the river? I started twitching and shrieking again until her sole, hot and slick with my saliva and blood, brutally dragged down along the side of my jaw, smashing my skull to the floor while her stiletto heel dug in dangerously at my throat.

“I said shut up.” My nostrils flared again and again as I sucked down sharp breaths, staring upwards in terrified silence in the shadow of her boot.

“You’re a worm, Lisa.” I’d given her my real name while we were sharing drinks. I still didn’t know hers. “Worms don’t whine, and they don’t try to talk.”

Her sole was smooth and salty where it wasn’t wet with my blood. I couldn’t really kiss it, but I could make my tongue work and despite my fear, I couldn’t resist licking the bottom of her boot. “You know what I do with worms, don’t you?”

I’d seen the video a dozen times. The wet, disgusting smears left behind on the asphalt were burned into my brain.

“Mhmmm. I squish them Lisa. I fucking smash them flat.” I didn’t need the reminder. She shoved her heel into my skin and dragged it back towards her, drawing more blood and half-shredding my blouse.

“You begged for this.” Her boot was so huge it almost covered my chest. She was literally twice my size, and I started to believe that she really could crush me. “You said you’d do anything to be my little toy.”

She stepped down harder and harder, adding more and more weight to my little frame. My ribcage bowed under her foot and her piercing heel seemed ready to rip through me any second. “I told you I’d be merciless, and that only turned you on more.”

I felt a pop and then another. I couldn’t take her weight. I couldn’t breathe, and she just continued to stare into my eyes and smile. She had no intention of letting me.

I clutched at her ankle before I even registered surprise that I’d moved my hand. “Ugh, don’t touch me.” She said it with far more disgust than anger, but while she was busy kicking my hand away I sucked in a deep, painful breath, cringing at the stabbing pain as my lungs filled.

“So you’re moving your hands now?” I stared up at the vicious amazon, still quaking with terror in her presence. I was ashamed for my disobedience, and still half-convinced that if I didn’t keep her happy, she very will might stomp the life out of me.

“Put it on the floor in front of me, palm down.” She bit her lower lip while I cautiously obeyed. I suspected what might come next, and it was enough that I overcame my fears for a long enough moment to make a sad little sound that vaguely resembled “please.”

She didn’t punish me. Instead she just drew a finger to her lips and breathed a soft “shhhhhh.”

“You might want to take your other hand and bite down, girl.” Her toes lifted just enough to slide across the backs of my fingers, and she twisted them back and forth as they settled on my hand. “Remember, worms don’t make a sound.”