I’ve been seeing my Spanish Foot Slave regularly for several months now. He’s a real gem that I met at the Footnight.com foot parties. I’m really very fond of him because we get along really well on a personal level. I feel comfortable just chatting with him about anything.
He called me up last Saturday. I was out at the beach at Half Moon Bay. Normally I don’t answer business calls while I’m on “vacation” with my friends, but I enjoy hearing from him. I didn’t have any of my good shoes and I didn’t have a chance to paint my toe nails, but we agreed to meet on my way back home from the beach. I was in a very good mood and excited about torturing him.
He brought me a new pair of heels and flip flops because I only had my sneakers. I immediately started trampling and kicking him with my sharp heels. I happily kicked him in the balls, belly and head. It soon progressed to crushing things on his belly. We ended up with some very sharp pieces with bent staples sticking out. I ground those into him until he begged for mercy, and then I stomped them down a bit more! He was scratched and raw when I insisted that I pee on his wounds. I really had to pee too, so he got a long hot stream burning the wounds I had made on him. I laughed when he said it burns! I really get a lot of pleasure watching him suffer, and I’m happy to have a foot slave that will take all the pain I dish out.