Hotel (Part 2) (Patreon)

Part 1 

She said she wanted to be powerless, and I’d given that to her. Her messages begged me to use her, to crush her and break her without mercy or limits.

I stepped down harder, grinding her knuckles under the hard sole of my boot and watching her whimper in pain. She was helpless, terrified and suffering at my feet. In theory, we were both getting what we wanted.

“Scream, and I’ll kill you.” My voice was velvety smooth as I made her this promise.

“Move, and I’ll kill you.” I saw the belief in her eyes and grinned with delight. My little, fragile toy. She knew how easily I could break her. She knew that little would please me more than stomping the last bit of life out of her. I lifted my toes from the back of her hand, and she stayed deathly still, watching my tall, heavy boot rise into the air.

Her head twitched back and forth, almost involuntarily. I was certain she knew what was coming, just as much as she knew there was no stopping me, but she couldn’t keep some part of her from protesting.

I watched her the whole time. My knee was almost to my chest when her eyes finally met my gaze. “Please,” she whispered. I scoffed and stomped down with all my strength.

She bit her hand like I told her. I could clearly feel her crunching bones under my hard sole, and I laughed while she smothered her panicked, agonized howl by digging her teeth into her own flesh.

She whimpered with eyes squeezed shut when I started to twist my toes back and forth. Her shattered knuckles shifted and popped with my grinding boot, and it only thrilled me more to see her back arch as she twitched and convulsed with the pain.

“I wish it was all of you,” I whispered, just loud enough to hear over her strained whining. “I wish it was your whole body breaking and crunching under my boot.”

She shuddered a little and opened her eyes as she looked up at me. I saw something in those eyes--something I recognized, and it left me purring.

“You want it too, don’t you, slut?”

I caught just a trace of a moan from her and watched her eyes settle on my tall boot. I shifted my weight and felt another few little cracks under the ball of my foot, and she lurched forward, rolling onto her side so she could give my crushing boot a kiss.

I lifted my foot just enough to take the weight off of her hand, giving her a split second’s reprieve. I watched her pant softly and start to curl her fingers before I smashed my boot back down. Her mouth still pressed tightly to the top of my foot and I laughed as I could feel the vibrations of her sudden shriek, and that laughter faded to a happy sigh as I continued grinding her splintered bones to crushed powder.

She was a brutalized mess, and looking over her little marked and bloody body filled me with warm satisfaction. Her tears mingled with the drying blood from her smashed mouth, and her tiny chest was deeply bruised and covered with the bright red slashes my stiletto heel had left behind.

I stepped off her hand, purring as she clutched the mangled ruin at the wrist and gasped in agony as she tried to move her fingers. Yes, better to stop know while there was still something left of her.

I turned away and reached down to pluck her bag from the floor where it had fallen, then took a dainty seat on the edge of the bed. She didn’t do anything but stare at me while I fished her phone out, and I leaned forward to start unzipping my boots while I browsed through her contacts.

My bare feet were blazing hot when I freed them from my footwear. I always liked this moment, when the cool air met my skin after a long day and that warm fragrance started to fill the room.

I loved the smell of my feet, and I bet Lisa did, too. I snapped a couple pictures of her laying there on the ground before I switched to recording video, then slowly rose up from the bed and took two dramatic steps back towards my little toy. She kept her eyes on my feet, probably admiring the jet black polish on my toes as I came back to standing over her.

“Look at me, girl.” Her head slowly turned and her wide eyes lifted up to me.

“Thank me for playing with you.” I watched her through the camera as she took a moment to process my command. She got there.

“Thank you,” she whispered, but I cut her off with a sharp snap of my fingers.

“So I can hear you. Again.”

“Thank you, Miss.” Her voice was shaky but clear. “Thank you for playing with me.”

I nodded slowly to reassure her before I continued. “Now thank my feet for hurting you.”

She started to speak but stopped when she saw my foot rising from the ground. My toes moved towards her mouth and she understood this command much more quickly. Her kiss was slow and sweet, and I let her continue along my sole, kissing her way inch-by-inch as I gradually slid my foot forward.

She really was so little--I could cover her whole face with my foot and my heel would still hang inches off of her chin. I started wondering how hard it would be to crush her skull, but shook the thought out of my head. Her little kisses were more eager now, tantalizing the arch of my foot, but I wanted something more to show the camera.

“Lick it.” Instantly she responded to my command. The feel of her tongue sliding along my sole sent a shiver through me for a brief second, but it wasn’t just her worship I was after.

Her nose was directly beneath the ball of my foot as I started to step down. It didn’t take long for her to start whimpering and gasping, but that’s not what she was for. She needed a reminder. “Lick my foot! Don’t you fucking stop.”

Her tongue worked frantically and her struggling gasps were a fresh delight as they washed over my saliva-slick sole. I kept adding weight, forcing my foot down on her face. The bridge of her nose spread and flattened deliciously beneath me, and I knew it would take just a little bit--just a little bit more.

She couldn’t breathe. Her sharp little gasps added that much more to the pleasant sensation of her tongue’s desperate work underfoot. I leaned into her and smashed all my weight down on her face for one sharp, ruthless second.

Her nose totally crumpled under my foot and I let out a long, soft sigh. Her hot blood gradually flowed out from beneath my foot, and feeling it coat my sole was nearly divine. She kept up her licking while I smeared the mess across her face, letting the redness seep between my toes.

“Lovely.” I lifted my foot from her bloody face and filmed her gasping for air. She was a fucking ruined mess and I’d been the one to ruin her. Her eyes drifted shut and she clutched at her face, but I kicked away her hand. “Don’t hide it. I want to see.”

She kept her eyes closed while I turned, but I kept watching and filming over my shoulder so I could see the way her back arched and how she moaned with longing. The crotch of her leggings seemed like the perfect place to wipe my foot clean, so I dropped it between her legs and dragged my sole back and forth, enjoying the eager heat underfoot while I used her to remove the saliva and blood from my sole.

Despite everything, she wanted more. Her hips rose from the ground and tried to follow my foot when I stepped off of her, but I was done. I stopped the video and reached down to grab the bedsheets she laid on, using them to drag her into the bathroom. It wasn’t hard to pull them out from beneath her once she was there, but it did leave her tumbled in a heap on the floor.

I emailed everything to myself and tossed the phone onto her body. She stayed there in silence while I walked away, shoving the bloody sheets and my boots into my travel bag and slipping on the hoodie and Uggs I’d brought with me.

I brought her bag along with me as I headed towards the door. “You were mugged,” I informed her as I pulled out her wallet. “Brutally attacked, and you were in such shock that you just wanted to shower and sleep.”

I took all her cash, a couple hundred in twenties, and tucked it away. “Every time you look at the cast on your hand, you’re going to think of my boots. Every time it hurts to breathe, you’ll remember the taste of my feet.”

I tossed her bag on the ground and placed my hands on either side of the doorframe so I could lean in over her. “And if the faintest hint of this ever comes back my way?”

I could barely contain my wicked grin as she instinctively pushed herself back, cowering in my presence. “Your husband, your boss, your kids--everyone you know gets to see what little Lisa looks like as an ugly, half-crushed worm.”

I wasn’t even out of the parking lot before I got the first text. “I love you,” was all she said, giving me one more delightful laugh as I turned up the stereo and drove away.