Message-ID: <1268eli$9706071420@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1268> Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: joe1orbit@aol.com (Joe1orbit) Subject: Marie's Foot Torture, story, part #2 Chapter Six The bus arrived rather quickly, after only a 5 minute wait, and Marie almost wished it had been longer. Sitting on the bench wearing the shoes still caused much pain, but it was nowhere near the agony of standing or walking, since that involved putting actual weight on her anguished feet. "Come on Marie, the bus is coming, you do want to get a seat, don't you?", Joe called out. Marie most certainly did, with every fiber of being in her body, and she quickly rose to her feet, trying to squelch the moan of agony in her throat as lightening rods of pain shot through her feet. Joe was out by the curb, but hurried to her side and offered his arm, which Marie gratefully grasped. A small group of people waited for the bus to open it's doors. Marie was desperate for a seat, and tried to manuever herself towards the front door of the bus. In doing so she was jostled by a burly man to her left, and losing her balance, came down hard on her right foot. She could not stifle the cry of pain as she felt something tear over her baby toe, and felt the same warmth that she felt previously felt over the knuckle of her second toe on her left foot. Both my feet are now bleeding, realized Marie in despair. The bus driver finally opened his doors, and the small group surged forward. All of Marie's thoughts revolved around getting a seat. But when she reached the door to the bus she faced an unexpected obstacle, the 3 high steps leading up the bus. She grasped the handrails on both sides of the door, and tried to pull herself up by the arms, not putting any weight on her toes. Joe was directly behind her, and helpfully gave a push into the small of her back, to propell her forward and up the stairs. They were steep, something that Marie had never noticed before. They boarded and Marie thanked God that a pair of seats were available, though they were near the back of the bus. Marie sank into her seat, and turned to Joe. "Darling, both my feet are bleeding. I can feel the blood. Please let's go straight home, we still have to change to another bus anyway...." Her eyes beseeched Joe. He could see the pain written on her face. But groceries were needed. Joe had checked the refrigerator before they had set out for the mall. "We have to stop off at the supermarket, Marie. Just for a few items, it won't take long, and the store is not far from the bus connection, so we'll get off at the same stop anyway. Marie groaned, awakening a man who had been dozing in the seat in front of her. She truly felt at the end of her rope. My feet are bleeding, she thought to herself. Here I am sitting on a bus wearing a pair of size 6 shoes, even though my shoe size is 8, and my feet are actually bleeding right now, and I am going to a supermarket to buy some groceries. The situation suddenly struck Marie as slightly humorous, despite the continuous throbbing pain in her feet, and she giggled. Joe looked at her in surprise, but was not displeased. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "How are your feet? Tell me exactly where they hurt and are bleeding." Joe looked down at his wife's feet, crammed like sardines into the torturously tight high heels, and Marie leaned over and began to whisper the details of her foot agony to him. She told him how the toes were crushed, how she was certain that both feet were bleeding, she could feel the warm blood when it first began to flow. She talked about each toe, and how she could feel her skin being rubbed off, and her toenails cutting into the sides of her delicate toes. She talked about the toe cramps that were just starting to get severe, and the backs of her heels being rubbed raw by the shoes, she talked about how tight the shoes felt, as if they were molded onto her feet,..... She talked on and on, for a good 10 minutes, describing each pain in detail. Joe felt himself getting hard, and knew that a climax was coming. He wanted to tell Marie to stop talking, never before had he climaxed in a public place. It was embarrassing, even to someone like Joe. But he could not bring himself to interrupt her narrative of foot agony. Finally Joe did climax, right on the bus, right in the middle of Marie talking about the torment she was enduring with the baby toe on her left foot. Joe groaned softly as he climaxed, and Marie could not help noticing the convulsive spasms of Joe's body as he climaxed. Marie stared at Joe, and suddenly realized that there might be more to Joe's punishment than a simple desire to teach her about financial responsibility. She could not be sure, and was too shy to directly ask this question of Joe. But she had a strong suspicion that Joe was somehow excited over her feet, even in their current agonized and bloody condition. The thought did not upset Marie at all. Instead she felt strangely comforted, as though perhaps this weird punishment was truly a sign of devotion and love from her hubby. Chapter Seven The bus ride lasted about 20 minutes, and then they reached the transfer point for the bus that would take them home. Joe pressed the tape to signal the driver to stop, and stood up, extending an arm to Marie. Marie put her feet to the floor and tried to stand. The pain was somehow more severe than when she had sat down. Marie tried to feel what was going on with her feet inside the torture shoes. Things felt hard, sticky somehow, but hard too.... Suddenly it struck her. Dried blood. Some of the blood had begun to dry and was sticking to her open wounds, to her sheer, nude colored stockings, and to the insides of her shoes! Trying to stand was reopening the freshly dried scab wounds to her feet, and causing the sheer stockings to stick to her bloody feet. "Help me Joe!" she gasped. Trying to come to terms with this new and unexpected level of pain. Joe gently let Marie grab onto his shoulders, kneeling slighly so she could do so, and they made their way with agonized slowness towards the back door. Marie knew that everyone on the bus had turned and was staring at them both. Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment. They reached the steps of the bus, three steps down. And this was the breaking point for Marie. Going down meant putting extra weight and pressure on the toes and ball of the foot. No way to avoid this when wearing 4 1/2 inch heels and going down stairs. Like a 95 year old woman, beautiful, youthful Marie grasped the handlebars with both hands and very slowely brought first one foot, then the other, down to the top step, then the same with the second, and finally the third and highest step, down to the sidewalk. A shudder of pain shot through Marie with each of the 6 downward steps she took, until finally she was clear and the bus pulled away. Chapter Eight They stood on the sidewalk, Marie trying to recover from the 6 step ordeal. "Are you okay??" asked Joe. Marie closed her eyes for a long moment and took several deep breaths, "I am being crippled here, Joe" she said. "I can't take much more of this." The tone of her voice told Joe she was very serious in her comments. But grocery shopping needed to be done, and Joe looked around for the large supermarket. It was a good 2 blocks south, and one block east of the bus stop where they would catch the bus going home. Joe sighed and held out his arm. "C'mon Marie, the supermarket is this way." he said. Marie looked around and groaned. "Just let me wait at the bus stop, you get whatever you want Joe, my feet are like chopped raw meat already!" Joe sadly shook his head. "We have to pound into your brain the importance of buying food over buying shoes, now come on." But he said this gently. And Marie knew she had to comply. Once again Joe held out his arm, and Marie grasped it feverishly. Her walk was even more lame and impaired than before. The hard concrete sidewalk felt like broken glass to her tortured feet. She could feel skin peeling off, and fresh spurts of warm blood covering her toes. The bent over toes had caused the balls her feet to become irritated, and the extreme height of the 4 1/2 inch pumps added a burning agony to the balls of her feet. (Continued in part #3, separate post) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /