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From: joe1orbit@aol.com (Joe1orbit)
Subject: Marie's Foot Torture, story, part #4, conclusion
Chapter Twelve
Finally, after about a half hour, Joe bent down to look at Marie's
feet. The water in the basin was now nearly black with bloody
discoloration. Joe got the plastic wrap from the end of the couch, and
spread it out on the carpet by the basin. Carefully he lifted Marie's feet
out of the water, not touching the toes or feet, but lifting them out by
the calf. Joe could see that the stockings had indeed loosened from
Marie's bloody feet at several spots. But he could also see that many
areas, especially around the toes, still appeared solidly pasted to her
feet. Joe sighed, knowing he would have to pull off the stockings by
force, and rip Marie's already brutalized skin in the process. He
hesitently looked up at Marie from his crouching stance on the carpet.
"Honey, roll down your stockings to the knee for me." he said. Marie
painfully propped herself up, and rolled them down. She tried wiggling her
toes, and gave a gasp. "Joe, they are still stuck to my feet!" "I know,
baby, but only in a few spots," said Joe, hoping to spare Marie as much
mental trauma as possible. "I'm going to pull them off, it'll
hurt,sweetie, but once they are off, I promise the worst will be over.
I'll take care of all the cooking & cleaning for the next week, you won't
have to move from this couch."
Joe reached for Marie's left foot, and grasped the rolled down
stocking. Carefully he worked it down to just above her ankle. So far no
problem, but he could see the reddish brown patches of dried blood which
stuck to the back of her heel, the ball of her foot, and worst of all,
over the entire toe area of her feet. Joe knew the best and only way to
remove the pasted on stocking was with one quick forceful motion. No
hesitation or halfway pulls, that would only prolong the moment of
unbearable pain when Marie's skin would tear off together with the
stocking. Joe took a deep breath, held the rolled down stocking with both
hands, one on each side of her ankle, and with one motion, pulled the
stocking clear of her heel, and off of her foot.
"EEEEaaaaaaaaEEEEaaaaahhhhhhhhHHHHheeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww", Marie's
scream was hardly human, so intense was the spasm of agony that shot
through her foot as Joe pulled off the stocking. She felt as though her
foot itself was being pulled off too, ripped off her body. Layers of dried
blood and tender skin were torn off, together with the stocking. The skin
left on her toes was a shallow layer of mottled skin, with tiny blood
drops sweating through the skin with each heartbeat that Marie took. Other
areas, such as the sides of her fifth baby toes, and the tips and toe
knuckles of all her toes, were openly bleeding. The foot began to shake
convulsively. Marie could not stop it from trembling, so intense was the
pain. Joe reached for a roll of paper towels and spread them on the
carpet. He could not risk touching the feet just yet, Joe knew the pain of
contact upon Marie's mutilated foot would only make the pain that much
more unbearable. He tried to stop the foot from trembling and shaking,
grasping it tenderly above the ankle. Joe could see the foot clearly now,
and his heart went out to Marie. The toes appeared to not only be actively
bleeding in many spots, but also sweating blood in others. That was the
only description Joe could come up with. Tiny droplets of blood would
appear on the shallow layer of skin that remained over her toes. Joe
tried, ever so delicately, to apply a paper towel to the bleeding spots,
but Marie shrieked whenever Joe made the slightest contact. For about 10
minutes this agony dance played out, as Joe tried to wipe away the oozing
blood. Finally the blood flow seemed to stop, although Marie's foot still
trembled slightly in an uncontrollable way.
Joe and Marie both knew the right foot, still clad in the sheer
stocking, would have to undergo the same trauma as the left. Somehow Marie
summoned up every ounce of willpower within her, and actually told Joe to
go ahead and pull off the right stocking. It had to be done, Marie knew
this. And now that her left foot was free from it's agonizing shoe and
stocking, Marie just had to get her right foot free as well, so that the
healing process could begin. Joe grasped the sheer stocking and pulled it
of exactly as he had done with her left stocking. Marie's scream of agony
was even more intense than before. As Joe was pulling the stocking,
Marie's whole body jerked in a spasm of uncontrollable pain, and her other
foot, her already free left one, banged against the side of the couch.
Torturing pain swept through both feet, and through Marie's whole body.
She began to cry hysterically, seconds after the double trauma of having
the right stocking ripped off her foot, and almost instantaniously banging
the left foot against the couch. Joe leaped up from his crouching position
on the carpet, and embraced Marie fully, as she laid her head down upon
his shoulder and continued to cry in agonizing pain. "Joe held her tight,
feeling her deep, wretched sobs slowely abate, and change to heartfelt
whimpers.
Joe knew that one final job remained, and that was to clean out the
cuts and wounds on Marie's feet, so there would be no danger of
infection. Rubbing alcohol was the best way to do this, and he knew the
pain of submersing these raw and bleeding feet in alcohol would rival any
other pain Marie had withstood that day. But it had to be done.
Chapter Thirteen
Joe slowely disengaged himself from Marie's tight embrace, and
reached down for the bottle of rubbing alcohol. Finding the empty basin,
he slowely poured the entire bottle into the basin. Marie asked "What's
that? What are we doing now?" Joe chose his words carefully, "Baby, your
feet have open cuts & sores, there might be some dirt or germs that have
gotten into the cuts, so ya just need to put each foot in this basin of
rubbing alcohol for 30 seconds or so." Marie stiffened. She was not sure
how rubbing alcohol worked, but in the back of her mind she realized that
alcohol on open wounds was not a pleasant thing. "It's going to hurt,
isn't it?" she asked. Joe slowely nodded. "Real bad??" she squeaked in
distress. Joe slowely nodded. Marie slowely shifted her agonized feet over
near the basin of rubbing alcohol. Joe asked, "do you want me to stay up
here on the couch with you, or help you down on the carpet, hold your foot
in the basin?" "Stay here, Joe, and hold me tight", said Marie.
Marie slowely lifted up her left foot and lowered it into the basin
of rubbing alcohol. Thousands of raw and exposed nerve endings exploded in
agony as contact was made with the caustic alcohol. Marie gasped and clung
to Joe, her fingers digging into his back as she contorted in agony. "You
have to keep the whole foot submersed for 30 seconds, baby," Joe tenderly
whispered in her ear. Marie hung on to Joe with all her strength as waves
of pain assaulted her left foot. The thirty seconds seemed like five
minutes to Marie, each second an eternity of unendurable pain. Finally Joe
said she could remove the foot from the basin of alcohol, which she did
with a final bloodcurling shriek of pain. Joe immediately grabbed a clean
and very soft bath towel, gabbed the foot by the ankle, and gently wrapped
up the entire foot within the towel, folding it over and around the foot
several times. The same process was repeated with the right foot, Marie
soaking it in the basin of rubbing alcohol for an agonizing full 30
seconds, followed by Joe wrapping it up tenderly in a clean & soft five
foot long bath towel.
Joe placed several soft pillows at the foot of the couch, lifted up
Marie's towel covered feet, and gently placed them back down on the couch.
They both knew Marie would not be walking anywhere for the next 4 or 5
days, at minimum. Marie lay back on the couch, grateful beyond words that
her ordeal was now truly over. She knew that Joe still loved her, and she
knew that she had deserved punishment for buying those eleven pairs of
shoes without asking Joe first.
Joe smiled at Marie, and she smiled back at him. Nothing had changed
between them, but Joe had been profoundly changed. A lifelong fantasy of
his had become a reality. Over the years to come Marie would learn more
about Joe's obsession with foot pain, foot injury, and his desire & need
to torture her feet. But nothing would ever compare to this first and most
intense torture experience, for both Joe and Marie.
The End
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Hello everyone, I hope some of you enjoyed the above story. It is
fictional, but does represent one of my most frequent and intense foot
discipline/torture fantasies. All comments and questions are very welcome.
If any women who read this have had any foot pain/abuse/torture
experiences, either self inflicted pain, or inflicted by someone else, I
would love to hear the details of your experiences. My name is Joe, I
could not resist giving my title character my own name, since the fantasy
does exactly represent one of my own most erotic fantasies. Please
e-mail me at: Joe1orbit@aol.com
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