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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)







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