Emily was sitting in her office looking at the screen in front of her. Playfully she wiggled her toes in her black ballerinas and laughed. Who would’ve guessed, what she had inside in her shoes apart from her hosed feet. After some research on the internet she had prepared them with iron bottle caps, which she glued on the inside and at the place, where her toes use to be, she sewed some pins. Thus she could feel the sweet pain on her soles everywhere she went. She had even learnt to walk without making anyone questioning her behaviour.

Finally she looked at the clock and saw that it was six’o’clock in the evening. The time, when everyone except her went home, as her boss had given her the job to take care the whole office was secure, all windows closed and all pc’s shut down.

Thus she was allowed to start one hour later in the morning, however had to go home one hour later too.

Quickly Emily threw her shoes away and took her handbag out of which she picked some rubberbands.
She put her left foot on her lap and admired the red marks on her soles. The the shape of the bottle caps were clearly visible.  
In the days after she had visited Roxannes show, she had experimented with pain on her feet everyday and so her soles had gotten much harder.
One the hand she found it positive as she could try more and more extreme methods, but on the other hand it took more to even feel the pain she longed for.
Maybe she would find an effective way to remove the hard skin quickly and put it back again.
She thought about asking the magician, although she didn’t want to admit that it was Roxannes doing that brought her to the foot-pain fetish.
Now she tore her hose apart until here feet were bare and then wrapped one of the rubberbands around each toe until they were so tight that her toes were red.
With a broad smile on her face she tried wiggling her toes.
Satisfied she felt the pressure against the toes.

Then she did what her boss had told her to do, locked the door and finally stepped into the elevator.
Outside she took a deep breath and started going, but her goal was not her home.
Her bare feet touched the rough concrete as she walked along the streets towards the city boarder.

Three kilometres later the surface changed as she now walked on the rough gravel of a forest path.
Her boyfriend had fully joined her fascination, although on the other side of the coin. While she enjoyed the pain on her soles, his job was to do cause it.

To prevent someone from noticing their new hobby they bought a small cabin in the woods.
The way itself was a joy, but nothing compared to the things both tried on those special nights.
This day Erik was already waiting for her and made some preparations.

≫Hi, my dear. How was work?≪

≫Painful!≪
Both laughed about this pun until Emily hugged him and gave him a long and tender kiss.

≫Oh my god. The evening couldn’t start better. So anything you want to do before we go to work?≪, Erik asked her, but she answered quickly: ≫Nope. I can’t wait! Hand me the cuffs, mister!≪


Emily sat down on an ordinary chair and put her arms behind the back.
There Erik bound them together using handcuffs.
Then he took some heavier chains, wrapped them around her waist and the back of the chair several times and finally fixed them with a padlock. It was far from professional bondage, but better than nothing.

At last he took a chain, which was hanging from the ceiling and connected it with her left ankle.
He did the same with another chain and the right ankle. So her feet were now hovering in the air so that her legs were parallel to the floor.
At last he put some stocks on her lower legs, holding them in a constant distance.

≫Time to get rid of this rubbers.≪, Erik said and kneeled down in front of her dirty soles.

With joy he sucked on her big toe, inhaling the scent of her feet until he looked up and spitted into his hands.
He had managed to remove the rubber only using his tongue.
Only a second later he sucked on the next toe and so on until all rubbers were removed and Emily wiggled her free toes.

≫Oh my, your soles are dirty. Let’s just clean them first.≪, Erik said.

≫What ever you say. As long as it hurts.≪
Emily’s boyfriend grinned and took some steel wool.

He dipped it into a bucket of soapy water and started to clean her soles.
The sharp material scratched her soles and left thin red marks on them, but they got clean.

≫That’s feeling so good! We could skip everything else and you rub my feet till you reach my bone!≪

Of course she wasn’t serious about that.

Erik continued until her soles were squeaky clean.
≫I think we have to dry them.≪, he then said and she knew what he was talking about.

≫The hairdryer!≪

≫What else?≪

They had taken a cabin with a connection to the grid and so he just had to plug the dryer in and set it on the highest level.
At first he held it at some distance, but Emily told him to go nearer.
They had only talked about their plans and so she was kind of surprised when she felt the real pain of the heat on her soles.

There was just no way to hold still.
If the chains wouldn’t keep her in place, she would have jumped up already.

≫Oh, come! That’s hot! Fuck! Don’t stop.≪

Again Erik started at her heels and a shiver went through Emily.
He then went up to her pink red soles and looked as they crunched in pain.
Sweat was dripping down to the floor.

≫Are you alright?≪

≫Yes! It was never better than now! Don’t stop! Oh my god, we shouldn’t have cuffed my hand together! I’m so wet! And I’m not talking about sweat.≪

≫The longer the wait, the better the sex.≪

He was then at her toes again, which curled as Emily instinctively tried to avoid the heat.
Erik didn’t give her a chance.
He bent the toes back with his one hand and then approached them with the hairdryer again.
Emilys’ body shook and shivered both from the pain and the ecstasy.
Only when her soles were redder than the tomatoes, she eat for lunch, they stopped.
She was breathing heavily.

While he let her breath for a moment, Erik undressed himself and checked, if the door was really closed and the windows were covered.
Then he pulled on the chains until Emilys feet were upright in the air and her soles horizontal.
He then took a bunch of icecubes and put them straight on her soles.

The temperature shock caused a wave of pain and ecstasy for Emily, who nearly couldn’t hold herself.

≫Oh my god! Help me. Tore it apart, if you must!≪

Nothing easier than that.
Emilies boyfriend took a scissor and started cutting her skirt apart until he saw her wet panties and cut those too.

*Just a note from the author-Attention: Here starts the sexual part!*

≫Come! Give it to me.≪, she was so much in a orgasmic state that she didn’t recognize her commanding tone, however Erik didn’t care.

He lowered her feet again and then sat down on her lap plugging his part of the puzzle into hers.

≫Yes!≪, she shouted: ≫Oh my god! Uh≪

If they weren’t somewhere in the woods it would have been impossible to overhear her loud moaning and the screams.

≫Don’t let it stop! Erik, please.≪

≫As you wish.≪

So Erik stood up, opened the handcuffs and took a thin Bambus-stick, which he slapped against her soles.
Again and again.
Each hit Emily shouted louder and shoved her fingers inside her pussy.
Her soles got sore, but that’s what she longed for.
Hit after hit, she asked for more and rubbed even harder.
Screamed in agony and satisfaction.
The treatment with the steel wool and the hairdryer had made her soles even more vulnerable.

Being caught in an eeven deeper orgasmic state Emily wasn’t able to speak anymore and so Erik could finally fullfill his role as dominator.
He hit her soles a few times again, before pulling them up in the air again.
He had to keep some pain up for his goal and so he took the clothing clips again and clipped one between the gaps of each toe.
The toes themselves were bent back and kept in this position with duct tape.
And finally he lighted the candles, which they fixed at the ceiling beside the chains.
So the hot wax would drip on Emilys severed soles.

He then removed the chains holding Emily on the chair.
Carefully he moved the chair nearer to the spot where the chains held her legs and pulled those chains upwards even more.

At last his girlfriend was hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Her soles so near to the flames of the candles that Erik could smell her sole skin roasting.
He went nearer and put his tongue in Emilys wet pussy, who at the same time started sucking his erected dick.

What a bizarre scenario.

Only when the candles stopped burning and all loads were shot, Erik released her again. Together they lied there side by side on the warm, but now pretty dirty, carpet till the morning broke.