STORY: The Kicking and Trampling Competition

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The Kicking and Trampling Competition (Three young women from Germany trample and kick two young men erotically with nyloned feet and boots. Everyone will be very happy in the end)

My name is Katja, and some of you may still remember me. I'm now 22 years old, blond (half-long hair), I'm neither fat nor emaciated and, frankly, quite tall (183 cm, sometimes I wish I was a little shorter). Some time ago I discovered my preference for dominant foot-fetishes. That was when I kicked my stepbrother Moritz several times for fun. It was just as much fun for him to be kicked by me as for me to kick him.

But for two years now, I have no longer been Moritz's only tormentor. After meeting his sweet girl-friend Madeleine, he told her about his passion to be trampled by beautiful girls, and she was interested. Moritz and I trained Madeleine to kick and trample. But there wasn't much to "train": Madeleine quickly turned out to be a natural and discovered very fast her great passion for our fetish, and a short while after, she was even more brut@l than I was.

The little party I am going to tell you about today took place at our home the other day on a Saturday afternoon. Our parents were on winter vacation, and we were waiting for Madeleine and two more people to visit us. That Saturday, there would be five of us. Moritz was still upstairs in his room at his computer, and I was downstairs and had just made the cocoa. I had already changed clothes: I wore a white blouse and a short black skirt. I had dark brown nylon stockings on my legs, and I proudly wore my red-brown overknee leather boots (not too much 'over' the 'knee', but at least 'overknee' - they had not been that easy to get at my size). No, the boots did not have high heels. Anyway, at my height, a woman is not keen to look even taller than she already is. Besides, the two men that we would kick and trample today  had a predilection for boots with flat soles, so it was agreed that the other girls would be wearing this kind of boots.

The doorbell rang, and I opened the door. No, it was not Madeleine yet, but it was Sabine, who was standing at the garden gate. "Come in, Sabine," I said. She crushed her cigarette butt with her boot and then came in. "Thanks for the invitation," she said. "That could be fun today."

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I occasionally work as a young dominatrix and got to know Sabine in the studio. She is still quite young (eighteen), but her mother is the "head domina" there. Like me, Sabine had developed a passion for the more violent side of foot-fetishism. Sabine has fair hair ("middle-fair"), is a bit chubby (but only very little), only a little bit shorter than myself, and she is known by her customers for her brut@lity. "Sabine does not make prisoners," as a customer once expressed it. She was dressed more casually today than I was, with a white sweater under her black leather jacket, which she took off in the hall, and a pair of blue Levi's with her knee-high dark brown leather boots.

Sabine had to go to the t0ilet, and she had not even sat down in the living room when the bell rang again. Sabine accompanied me to the front door. I opened it, and this time it was Madeleine. The pretty and always cheerful twenty-year-old girl, whom my stepbrother had met at his school and who he had fallen in love with, and no one would have expected her to become a passionate foot-domina: Long, dark hair, bright eyes , always a sweet smile and a friendly and happy word for everyone. A lot of other young men must have had a crush on her, too.
Madeleine was already at the front door when I opened it. She had, as we had agreed upon, brought the second "slave" with her. He was right in front of her, and she had her hands on his shoulders, like a protective big sister. No, Daniel was not a k i d, but he was already 26, and with his 153cm just a bit shorter than average. Fate had brought the two together: As part of her social year, Madeleine had cared for some men who were  a bit retarded. By accident, she had found out that Daniel was just as fond of being tortured by female feet as my little brother Moritz was. No wonder Daniel quickly became Madeleine's favorite protégé, and Daniel could not have asked for better "caring".
Madeleine had already prepared Sabine, Moritz and myself for Daniel. That was certainly necessary, because it is  unusual when a 26-year-old man does not really have the mental level of a 26-year-old and therefore often seems to be a bit c h i l dish. But we were actually unbiased. And finally, Sabine and I wanted to kick, step on and trample this Daniel with our stockinged feet and boots and not discuss Shakespeare with him.

"This is the charming young man who would like to meet you," Madeleine introduced him with a broad smile, while the two of them were still standing at the door. Daniel looked at us in a friendly way, but he was visibly embarrassed. After all, he met Sabine and me for the first time. But Madeleine encouraged him in a way that has become typical of her. "Go right in, Daniel," she said, and to make it even more interesting, she pushed him forward and gave him a violent kick in his butt with her right boot.

In the hall , I helped Daniel to take off his jacket, and Madeleine took off her coat. Madeleine was wearing smooth leather boots as well. They were knee-high, black and had a low block heel. Although Madeleine was not really short either (at least a little above 1 meter 70), low heels were okay for her. With the boots, she was wearing, like myself, dark nylon stockings and a skirt. Hers was gray with a brown pattern. And she was wearing a dark blue sweater. Pretty conservative, like the ponytail she had made herself.

Madeleine looked like a chaste choir singer, but she was nothing like that. She said to us: "Look what good manners our friend Daniel has. Daniel - Doormat!" Daniel smiled awkwardly and lay on his back in front of her. "Thank you very much, very polite," she said mischievously, stepping with both feet on his stomach. Now she trampled his belly with her black leather boots for about a minute, as if his stomach had been a doormat. She stepped backwards off him, and, as a reward, she kicked him powerfully in his ribs with her right boot .
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Then the four of us went into the living room, and Madeleine wondered: "Where is my darling?" - "Moritz is waiting for you in his room." Madeleine chuckled: "I see, then I'll go upstairs and see him first. He wants to cuddle with me a bit before he lets us three women kick him in the balls. Speaking of ..."
She turned to Daniel, who had been standing behind her, and explained to us, "When Daniel wants me to kick him in his abdomen, he always says, 'My little bad dick deserves kicks again.'" Sabine and I laughed, which embarrassed Daniel a bit. But Madeleine said to Daniel good-humouredly, "Daniel, I'll be back soon, and then I'll bring Moritz with me, who loves violent girls' feet as much as you do. In the meantime, you can find out for yourself whether Katja's and Sabine's feet and boots are just as good on your bad dick as mine. " She had just finished the sentence when she gave Daniel's 'little evil dick' a very solid kick with the tip of her right black leather boot. The two of them had obviously done that many times before, because Daniel didn't fall over, and he moaned briefly with delight. "Alright, the three of you, see you soon," Madeleine said and went upstairs to Moritz's room.

Sabine and I now had time to get acquainted with Daniel. Sabine got up and said," Cool, then take your clothes off, k i d, I want to see your bad dick when I crush it with my boots." Daniel jumped. He thought about this command for a moment and said, "Nope." I had thought this would happen. Sabine was known for her rough dominatrix-style, and here she had obviously gone too far. Daniel was not a normal adult and therefore no normal adult slave. "What's 'Nope' to mean?" she asked him angrily. He was stubborn: "I'm not showing you this, I never have to do that with Madeleine, and you must not break it anyway."
I had to intervene. Fortunately, I'm a very good 'diplomat'. "Well, well, well," I said with a laugh, "Sabine, we wanted to start very gently." I offered them some chocolate biscuits, and then I suggested, "What do you think about this idea? Daniel undresses, but he can keep his underpants on all the time, and Sabine takes off her boots and jeans as well." - "All right," said Sabine, slightly disappointed, and Daniel said: "Good". So they did it.

When Sabine had taken off her boots and jeans, we could see that she was wearing fine light nylon stockings. Daniel saw that, too. He was there in his light-blue socks and white underpants, staring at Sabine's legs. Sabine grinned, and she asked him, "What's up, k i d, do you like my black panties?" Daniel did not answer yes or no, but said, "Your legs and feet are so beautiful - the stockings, too." Sabine laughed, but she was really happy about this compliment: "Thank you, some guys think my legs are too muscular. I think it's cool that you're into it. Hey, Katja, our Daniel is a connoisseur. Well, Daniel, If you like my stockinged feet so much, then I'll do something really nice with them. "

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She took a step towards him, and she assured him, "What I'm going to do first will not hurt you. It'll be just beautiful. Kneel down and spread your legs!" She approached him from the front and leaned with one hand on the back of a chair. She said reassuringly, "In a second, my toes will touch your cock very tenderly." That is what happened. Daniel was electrified when her right foot touched his penis. He did not move at all. After a few moments, Sabine said, "That's nice, right?" Daniel nodded. Then she pushed her foot further and squeezed Daniel's penis and testicles. Slowly, she rubbed his genitals with her right foot for a while. At some point she put her right foot back on the ground, let Daniel breathe for a short time and then kneaded his genitals in the same way with her left foot. She put her left foot back on the floor and asked Daniel, "How was that?" - "Nice," he said, and she asked him, "Do you think you can endure it if I hurt you with my feet?" - "Sure," he said. Sabine grinned: "Good".

She went two steps back as if she wanted to take a run-up. Then she swung her right leg and kicked Daniel with her foot pretty hard in his balls. Wham! He moaned and he staggered, but he remained on his knees - and he even asked her, "Go on." - "Alright," Sabine rejoiced and kicked him in his nuts with her left foot. Daniel did not fall. She gave his genitals four more kicks - right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot - but he was still on his knees. Only when she kicked his 'bad dick' with her right foot very much stronger on her seventh attempt, Daniel fell forward onto his belly. "You can really take a lot, Daniel," I said appreciatively, and Sabine praised him as well. She put her left foot on his head and stood with her right foot in front of his face. "Do you still enjoy my feet so much?" she asked him. "They're making me horny," he answered.

In the meantime I had got up and was walking towards them. "Hey, you two!", I said with mock indignation, "Now I want to torment Daniel myself. Daniel, how do you like my overknee-boots? They were quite expensive." He answered, still with Sabine's nylon-clad foot on his head: "They're making me horny, too. I want you to kick me with these boots." Sabine took her foot off his head and made room for me. I stood right in front of his face and told him, "I'm going to stomp your head and kick your face with my boots very carefully. It'll hurt a bit, but it'll be fun. " I started to kick him carefully with my red-brown leather boots following a pattern: right boot on his head, left boot on his head, right boot in his face, left boot in his face, right boot on his head, left boot on his head, right boot in his face, left boot in his face, etc. etc. "That's fun," Daniel assured me.

During this act, Sabine was more like an innocent bystander who was watching us. I encouraged her, "No need to be bored, Sabine. His body has many more parts for you to kick, stomp and trample." - "Exactly," affirmed Daniel from below me. Sabine said calmly, "All right, then I'm gonna kick your ribs with my beautiful feet, k i d. Let me know when you want me to stop."

She stood to his left, and as I continued to torture his head and face with my boots slowly and cautiously, Sabine - in her fine stockings - kicked him pretty violently in his ribs. But Daniel didn't complain, but encouraged us: "More". I kept my rhythm, but Sabine kicked him faster and stronger in his ribs. She wanted to find out how far she could go with Daniel. And she could go farther than she thought she could, because at some point she said, "One hundred kicks - our little Daniel can really take a good kicking." She stopped her kicking of his ribs and said: "Let me see how good you are as a trampling-slave, k i d." And while I kept stomping his head and kicking his face with boots as if it were one of Daniel's easiest training-exercises, Sabine stood with both feet on his buttocks and began to trample them rhythmically: right foot - right buttock, left foot - left buttock.

Daniel didn't get tired of it. While we were torturing him, he said: "That's really making me horny. Katja's leather boots are so beautiful and hurt so much, and Sabine's stockinged feet are so beautiful and warm and soft and hurt so much, too." Sabine and I had to laugh. But it was no sardonic laughter. We were honestly pleased to have the chance to mistreat this little man with our feet so much harder than we had imagined. He was officially disabled and retarded, but as a slave he was anything but disabled or retarded.

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We felt like trying something else. We took our feet off him and helped him with a couple of kicks to lie on his back. Sabine stood on his right side, I stood to his left, and for fun, we made the victory-pose: We pressed our right feet deep in his stomach at the same time and remained in this position. We grinned at him, and I asked him, "Well, do you give up?" He giggled and said: "Rubbish!" Now Sabine and I had to laugh out loud. I suggested: "Daniel, may I play bellows with you? Because I want to kick you in the balls." He wondered, "Bellows? How do you play it?" I explained to him, "Quite easy, I'll stomp your genitals as if I were stepping on some bellows to pump up an air mattress or something." He nodded, "Yeah, that sounds like fun."

I walked around him and approached him from below, while Sabine continued to hold him with her foot on the ground. I spread Daniel's legs slightly by shifting them with my feet, and stood between his legs. Then I pressed my right boot tip on his penis. Daniel seemed electrified again. I stayed in that position for a moment before I began stomping his genitals with my overknee boot as if I was stomping on some bellows. The sounds that Daniel produced told me that he liked it a lot. I stomped and stomped and stomped while Sabine was watching us attentively.

I had the impression that she also wanted to play this bellows game, and since it seemed to me that Daniel would soon be finished, I offered her: "If you want, you can continue pumping for me, Sabine." - "Lovely" she said enthusiastically. We let both off him first. I took Sabine's position and pressed my boot into Daniel's stomach - not 'symbolically' by any means, but I stepped on him as hard as I could. Sabine now stood between his legs and began to relish on his balls and his cock. She did it a bit differently, as she let her feet take turns. As she was pressing her right foot on Daniel's scrotum one more time, she suddenly laughed and told me: "I think we should take a break for a few minutes. Daniel is having a very cool feeling where I'm just touching him with my foot. I would have expected this much earlier, by the way." Daniel didn't argue, but was breathing heavily. After a while, he said, "Yeah, I have just had an orgasm. Sabine is the best."

Daniel really needed this break, but Sabine and me as well. Yet we didn't leave him alone. We have a huge sofa In the living room, and Daniel could lie down on his back on the sofa. Sabine lit a cigarette, and then we both sat on the back of the sofa. This way, we could rest and continue to tease him a bit with our feet. I put my booted feet on his stomach, and Sabine put her stockinged feet, which he had so fallen in love with, and with which she had stomped his cum out, on his face. In this position, we gave him some light trampling.

After about fifteen minutes, when we had just decided to sort of r@pe Daniel with our feet again (this time Sabine should kick his cock with her leather boots until it would be stiff, and then I would kick him in the balls with my nylon-clad feet until he would cum), Madeleine and Moritz came down the stairs hand in hand. Madeleine had taken off her boots and let Moritz carry them for her. Her dark brown stockings were of the highest quality. She had let down her beautiful long and dark hair, and her hair was a bit ruffled - most likely by Moritz. "Hi," they said, as if it were normal for two big girls to be sitting on the back of a sofa and kneading a man with their feet. (I was still trampling his stomach gently with my boots on, with Sabine's feet just massaging his chest.)

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Madeleine introduced Daniel to Moritz: "Moritz, this is my buddy Daniel, who I can torture with my feet as ruthlessly as I can mistreat you." Moritz was amused: "Well - 'ruthlessly'? What the dwarf is having right there are pats and no real kicks or trampling." I could see from Moritz's mimics that he didn't mean it quite seriously, but he wanted to provoke Daniel a bit. "I can take a lot," Daniel complained - just as I expected. Sabine supported Daniel: "We have already had a really hard session, and we're gonna get cruel and kick his cock and balls brut@lly until they will bleed, and we'll trample them to a pulp." (Sabine sometimes exaggerates a bit.) And Daniel raved about our kicks: "Katja has very hot leather boots, and her kicks made me very horny, and Sabine's feet and stockings are even hotter, and she kicked and stomped my balls until I was so horny that I got wet."

Moritz, Sabine and I laughed, but Madeleine pretended to be angry with Daniel. She snapped at him: "Daniel, you mustn't use such words as 'horny', I have told you not to!" - "Yes, that's right," Daniel admitted sheepishly. And Madeleine snapped on: "And I have also told you that I will kick you brut@lly in the balls if you say 'horny' again." - "Yes, that's true," he whispered.

I understood immediately what was going on. Madeleine was only pretending to be so angry because she also had a great desire to erotically kick little Daniel in his genitals with her beautiful nyloned feet until his testicles would be completely sore and his penis would be very hard again. And at that moment, she said: "That's why the two of us now have to ride a round of pedal boat." I smirked. I had seen Madeleine ride a pedal boat with Moritz and knew what was coming. Daniel also seemed to understand her. Only Sabine looked puzzled and said: "Well, first 'bellows' and now 'pedal boat' - with you, I can really learn new technical terms."

There was still plenty of room on our really large sofa. Madeleine sat down on it, sitting opposite Daniel. She spread his legs so that her stockinged feet had free access to his 'amusement center', and leaned back. And then she told Daniel, "What's going to happen now is your well-deserved punishment. Believe me, Daniel, it will hurt me more than it will hurt you, but it really needs to be done." She smiled at the other three of us, and Daniel was awaiting her kicks that would cause him erotic pain.

She started - and how she started! The very first of her kicks in his balls was already done with full force, and she immediately went on this way. Extremely hard and, above all, with an incredible speed, she kicked him alternately with both feet in his scrotum in a really brut@l way. I could not count her kicks, so fast did her feet hammer his testicles. Sabine and I were amazed (and we are very experienced ballbusters, too), and Moritz stood there and looked really lecherous. On the one hand, he worshiped his girlfriend, who was so enjoying playing the strict educator and - with her sweet feet in this sexy footwear - mistreating Daniel so violently yet so erotically with incredibly painful kicks in the balls . On the other hand, he had great sympathy with this guy, in whose place he would have liked to be at this very moment.

After about two minutes, Madeleine stopped her ballbusting and rested her feet gently on Daniel's genitals. She laughed as sweetly as if she had just stroked a cat instead of raping a small man with extreme kicks, and then she provoked Moritz: "Did you see what little Daniel can take? He endures harder and longer kicking than you do, without complaining, Darling." Moritz played it down: "Well, I admit that was pretty good, but your kicks were not that brut@l either. You did not even have shoes on, let alone your black leather boots." Well, and now Daniel surprised us again. He sat up and said triumphantly to Moritz: "True, Madeleine's kicks were not really brut@l, but made me hor ... er, happy. I can stand this all day, and I bet that I can let the girls kick me longer than you can, mate. " Without much hesitation, Moritz held out his hand to him: "I accept. We are both going to let Madeleine, Sabine and Katja kick us. The guy who will bear that longer will win and get a bottle of Zander-Kölsch from the loser. " Daniel agreed.

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Not only the boys, but also we girls were in the mood for this competition. First we discussed how we would do it. Not our two 'slaves' Daniel and Moritz, but we girls would determine how and where the slaves would have to be tortured. One of us three foot dominatrixes would always suggest the next foot domination act, which would then have to be executed by the other two ladies.

That is, the girl in charge would determine which positions the two foot dominas and their slaves would take for the kicking or trampling. In addition, she would stipulate which parts of the boys' bodies should be kicked or stomped. And she would also determine which footwear should be used for it, meaning, whether we girls would kick the young men in our beautiful leather boots or "just" with our charming feet in our elegant stockings. Not only kicks and stomps were allowed, but we would also trample Daniel and Moritz with our cruel feet or with our sharp boots. All sorts of body parts should be kicked, but secretly each of us three ladies was looking forward to scenarios in which we could trample the boys' penises and their testicles or simply kick or stomp their genitals very hard.
If neither of the slaves gave up after a set time or a predetermined number of kicks, we would continue with the next round of torture with feet..

Sabine took Madeleine and me over to the kitchen so that Moritz and Daniel couldn't hear us. She said, "We mustn't start too hard. Let's rather do light kicking and trampling in the beginning. They can take that, they're both incredibly capable of suffering. When we think it's time to find the winner, we'll trample their balls until the first of them faints from our trampling, or if he just cannot take it any more that a girl is trampling his family jewels. And of course, a slave loses if a girl manages to trample all the sperm out of his balls and cock with her sexy feet. Then he'll be happy, but he'll have lost. If she tramples him to cum, I mean. I think that's gonna be Daniel. All three of us have mistreated his balls pretty hard today, but I don't think that his little scrotum will endure as much intense punishment as Moritz' cock and balls. I have made him cum under my feet before today. I'll pay for the bottle of beer myself then. "

Madeleine and I thought the plan was okay, and of course we all hoped that we would actually succeed in trampling one of the boys to orgasm, and of course each one of us girls wanted to be the one who would stomp the sperm out of the lucky ... er ... unlucky loser's balls and his little friend. Sorry that I sound like Sabine already, but I was really sexually aroused while I was imagining this, and I was looking forward to all the erotic mistreatments with feet (and boots!) that we would do.

We went back to the living room, where the two lucky victims were already waiting for us eagerly. There we were surprised to see that both (including Daniel!) had taken off all their clothes. When we had imagined kicking them in their scrotums, they always had underpants on. Okay - now they were naked. I imagined how I - really horny and with bright eyes - was standing on the genitals of a young man in boots and trampling then with my long red-brown leather boots until he could not help cumming. Or would I trample his private parts in nylon stockings to his ejaculation? If he came, should I immediately get off from him or continue to walk on his genitals until his testicles and penis would have been trampled completely empty and dry by myself with my two stockinged feet? The latter would be dirty, but I was driven by a lot of lust. But we would start at the beginning.
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Together we agreed to label the individual rounds importantly as "foot domination brut@lities", and then we got serious:

We girls decided that I should order the first foot domination brut@lity. That's why I said, "Let's start with classic trampling in boots, with each of the two girls trampling one boy. Trample their bellies and chests for ten minutes." - "That's for c h i l dren", Moritz grumbled. "Absolutely" Daniel agreed. "May the slaves be quiet", I warned them, and I added: "Madeleine will trample Moritz, Sabine will trample Daniel." The guys were happy with that, because as we all know, Moritz worships his Madeleine, and Sabine was quite obviously Daniel's new love-interest.
Unlike myself, the two other girls had been walking around only in stockings. That's why they had to put on their knee-high leather boots now: Madeleine put on her black boots, and Sabine put on her dark brown boots, which looked a bit like riding boots. Sabine wondered if she should put on her jeans again, but then decided against it to do Daniel a favour. Looked pretty teasing - Sabine in underpants, but with boots. She said to Daniel, "Unfortunately, I can't trample you in my soft and warm stockings now, k i d, the rules, you know?" But Daniel reassured her, "Never mind, your brown boots are also very beautiful."
Then we started: I gave the command ("On the bellies, ready, steady, go!"), and Sabine and Madeleine each stood on their victim assigned by me. Madeleine trampled Moritz, which she had done many times before, and she knew exactly how she had to trample him to make him moan and groan but not give up. Sabine, on the other hand, had entered 'unknown territory', as she had not tried trampling Daniel with boots yet. But as a highly gifted footdomina, she had enough sensitivity to push Daniel to his limits, but not beyond. After ten minutes of sporty and sensual but well-dosed trampling, I said: "Stop! Very nice performance by everyone involved. Neither of the slaves has given up, so let's call it a draw. "

The next 'director' was Madeleine. She was tactical in her planning, because neither of the boys should give up already, but she sold it as something difficult: "Kicks in the butt are often underestimated. That's why the slaves are going to be properly kicked in their asses now. Moritz and Daniel have to lie down on their right sides on the floor, and then they'll get a hundred kicks in the buttocks each. First it's Moritz's turn and then Daniel's. Sabine, you will kick Moritz, and Daniel will be kicked by Katja. And you will kick them with your boots."
It was almost too easy for the slaves. Neither of them was worried about this literal ass-kicking. Moritz lay down at Sabine's feet, and although she kicked him really hard a hundred times, her kicks in his buttocks were not really a problem for him.
After that, it was my turn. Actually, I had decided not to treat Daniel so brut@lly for the time being. However, just before he lay down, Daniel laughed cheekily right into my face and said: "Even guinea-pigs would endure your kicks in the butt." I found that really bold, and that's why I did not really spare him. I always took a little run and let my long red-brown leather boots crash neatly into his backside. My overknee-boots were obviously causing him far more pain than he had imagined, and he whined a bit. But he survived all hundred kicks, so that we could continue playing.

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Now it was Sabine's turn to tell us what to do. She ordered: "Facestanding is for experts. Let us do the following: The victim must lie with his back against the wall. The foot domina will stand in stockings with both feet on the side of his face and lean with her back against the wall. She will then trample his head for five minutes, Moritz, your head is going to be trampled by Katja, and Madeleine will trample Daniel's head."
I was glad to be allowed to take off my boots at last. That was the first time this afternoon. Moritz lay down and leaned against the wall and turned his head to the left, away from the wall. I struggled to get on his head, but after a few seconds, I was reasonably safe. Sabine gave the start command, and I started to trample his head. But not so hard, because I'm not really a light girl as I am so tall. It definitely hurt Moritz a lot  - me walking in my dark stockings on his head. When the five minutes were up, I was almost glad that I was allowed to get off him, but then I was quite angry when Moritz bragged, "It was not that bad."
Daniel lay down the same way Moritz had done before, and Madeleine stood on his head and began to trample it. Although Madeleine is a little shorter and therefore lighter than I am, I was almost certain that Daniel would give up now. But he surprised me again: Even though Madeleine was trampling his head faster and harder than I had trampled my little stepbrother's head, Daniel survived the five minutes with no apparent problems. Madeleine later told me that she had trampled Daniel the same way quite a few times before, and sometimes even in her boots. This act of trampling is even one of his favorite positions.

Since we didn't have a winner yet, it was my turn again to be creative. I said, "I like kicking people in the stomach. We've had belly-trampling earlier, now let´s do stomach-kicking, Moritz and Daniel will be sitting with their backs against the wall, each getting 125 kicks in his tummy from the front. First Madeleine will kick Moritz, and then Sabine will kick Daniel. Kick them without boots. Your kicks are hard enough even without shoes. "
In this round, both slaves were particularly excited again about the things to come, because they were going to be mistreated by their respective darling. I have to admit that I almost felt jealous. So Moritz had no problems whatsoever with enduring the hard kicks in his stomach because they finally were administered with the pretty stockinged feet of his Madeleine. And Daniel was happy once more to be kicked by his new sweetheart Sabine with her 'beautiful feet in the beautiful stockings'. Although Sabine was already getting impatient so that she kicked Daniel really very hard in his stomach, he survived this round - albeit with some difficulty.

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Madeleine said that both slaves could actually do with kicks in their nuts again. A little exhausted but very happy, both slaves were still sitting with their backs against the wall, and Madeleine explained: "For a passionate foot domina, kicking naked male genitals is the most erotic kicking by far. Who could resist it? The slaves will stay like they are now and spread their legs. You girls will kick them from the front, and you will kick their balls with stockinged feet. Sabine will kick Moritz in his bare scrotum, and Daniel, your naughty evil nude cock and his two naked round friends are going to be kicked by Katja. Oh, I think 111 kicks for each will do."
As I said, Sabine was already a bit impatient, and the pounding of each of her 111 kicks into Moritz's bare balls was evidence that she was kicking regardless of risks. But Moritz was too proud to give up, and he survived her numerous powerful kicks.
Before I kicked Daniel in the balls, I teased him, "Do you love my feet in stockings as much as those of Sabine?" He looked at my feet in the dark stockings again and said: "Almost." The others giggled, and I said, "All right, I suppose I'll have to be satisfied with that." But I was really satisfied because I finally could kick little Daniel into his sexual organ again. It felt very cool to me when I kicked his naked genitalia with my feet in stockings again and again. Unfortunately, I was only allowed to kick him one-hundred-and-eleven times (I would have loved to kick him in the balls a thousand times), and he bravely defied my powerful kicks in his completely unprotected scrotum. Like a woman! (G)

Now it was Sabine's creativity that was in demand again. She joked, "As horny as the two boys have been made by our feet, we'll get tired before they will. Look at them sitting on the wall - they deserve slaps. But we do not slap them with our hands, we're foot dominas, after all. Girls, put on your boots and kick them in their faces - alternating between right and left foot ... forty kicks. Katja slaps Moritz, Madeleine slaps Daniel. "
So we had to put our boots on again. I stood in front of Moritz and asked: "Ready?" He nodded. And as requested by Sabine, I used my feet clad with these overknee boots to kick him in the face. That really hurt him. As he told me later, he thought for the first time about throwing in the towel.
Madeleine knew about the dangers of facekicking with boots, too, and even though she kicked Daniel's face with her black leather boots pretty hard, she did it in a way that Daniel could survive this ordeal.

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I just felt like kicking the two boys in their completely unprotected balls, and we girls decided that we would focus on kicking and trampling their bare genitals for the remainder of the bet. I suggested a round with no frills: "The slaves have to kneel down, and their respective attacking girl may kick their genitals right from the front. One-hundred-and-eighty kicks in the naked balls for each. No boots, your nylon-clad feet will be enough terror for them. And this time let me change my system: Little Sabine, you must kick Moritz, and Madeleine must kick Daniel. Ha ha!"
Changing my system of which girl would kick which boy, I had surprised everyone a bit. There was a little grumbling, but I remained firm. Moritz obeyed and knelt down, and Sabine stepped up to him in order to kick him in the nuts. To help Moritz not to fall over (the slaves should give up, not fall over), I held him by the shoulders with both hands, while Sabine kicked him repeatedly and quite hard in his naked scrotum with her stockinged feet, which Daniel loved so much.
Then Daniel knelt down, and I held him by his shoulders, too. Madeleine had previously demonstrated to us impressively that she had no qualms about maltreating his 'bad dick and his two round friends' with mighty kicks, and once again, she kicked his naked genitals hard with her actually so sweetly stockinged feet. But that gave him great pleasure.

Madeleine ordered us to continue ballbusting: "We're gonna do something that I like to do to Moritz. The slave lies down on his right side on the floor, and the foot domina lies down opposite him in a way her right foot can perfectly reach his testicles. In this position, she kicks him in the balls. I usually do it without shoes, but this time the girls will put on boots for the kicking. Moritz will feel Katja's sharp red-brown overknee boots in his naked genital area. And then Sabine will kick horny Daniel's thick bare balls with her cool dark brown leather boots. Each girl will kick her victim one-hundred-and-thirty times. " - "Did you say 'horny', Madeleine?" Daniel asked mischievously and in anticipation of kicking Sabine's boots smashing his genitals. Madeleine answered him with mock arrogance, "Yeah, but if YOU do say it again, we girls will kick your stiff cock until it falls off your scrotum." We laughed out loud.
After that, there was no laughing but more powerful kicking. My size got in my way again when I attempted to kick my stepbrother's bare testies because it took me a few tries to get the right position. When my right foot had finally caught his genitals perfectly on the fifth attempt, I continued kicking him with utmost power. Each of the remaining 129 kicks I gave his bare balls with my 'sharp' long leather boot made Moritz groan with pleasure.
Daniel's eyes told us he was happy, and by now everyone knew that the slightly chubby Sabine was something like his dreamgirl. Sabine patted his face lovingly before she lay down, and then she began her erotic kicking of his evil cock and his balls with her booted right foot. Daniel visibly enjoyed each of the 130 sensual kicks that his bare scrotum received in that position, and he was utterly disappointed when she stopped  after the 130th kick in his genitalia.

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Sabine had one more idea before we would progress to the big showdown: "We haven't kicked them in the balls from behind yet. The slaves have to stand on their feet, and each of us girls will kick them into their bare balls eleven times from behind, and with boots. Do right foot left foot kicking combinations."
Both slaves had to stand on their feet in a way that they would face each other, and Madeleine was the first to kick them. At first, Moritz got eleven hard kicks from behind into his balls, and the eleven kicks that she gave Daniel with her black boots weren't any softer. Then it was Sabine who kicked them with her brown riding-boots in their genitals, and finally it was my turn to make my sexy overknee boots hit their cocks and balls a total of twenty-two times extremely hard. Both slaves were then down on the floor, and we were afraid for a while that they would even give up both. But fortunately their ambition was too big.


After both slaves had survived these nine rounds, we girls deliberated and decided to start the final cock-and-ball trampling. I explained the procedure to all four:

"Moritz and Daniel will be lying on their backs at the same time and will be trampled simultaneously. There will always be one girl in stockings on each of the slaves, trampling his naked genitals. After every five minutes, we will swap, and we girls will move on clockwise. THere will always be one of us who isn't trampling but checking the clock. When a trampling girl has the feeling that the slave under her is on the verge of surrendering ... you know what I mean ... she must signal it. Then we won't swap anymore, and the two foot dominas will trample as hard as they think it's right until one of the victims signals his knockout, passes out, or - and that's what we all hope for - has an ejaculation under her trampling feet. Got that?' Yes, they had got it. It was not that hard to understand.

The showdown was about to begin: Naked Daniel had lain down on the left wall, his head pointing to us. Naked Moritz lay on the right wall parallel to him, also with his head pointing to us. For our balance, it would be sufficient that we could support ourselves on the wall, if necessary, while doing the trampling. The three of us had often trampled penises and testicles before - we would not fall down that easily.

We decided to stand with our backs toward the wall while doing the cock-and-ball trampling, so that a foot domina working on the genitalia of her slave could also see what was happening to the slave under her colleague's feet. If she would see that the other slave is already about to  ejaculate, she would know that she had to target the genitals of the boy under her own feet even more intensely, so that he would cum under her stockinged feet as soon as possible. By the way, each of us girls should decide for herself whether she would stop and descend immediately when their victim's cumshots began, or whether she would go on to trample, stomp and kick the lucky poor boy until she had squeezed the last drop out of him. Each of us cruel ladies had spare stockings to change. That's why I was sure that Madeleine and Sabine, like myself, would go to extremes in the case of ejaculation, meaning that each girl would totally try to finish off the sperm in their victim's testicles and penis with her sexy feet in the classy nylon stockings.

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The final showdown began: Sabine stepped on Moritz' belly, and Madeleine stepped on Daniel's belly. I said, "On the testies, steady, go!" And immediately, the two girls walked onto the naked genitals of their slaves and started to trample the boys' scrotums. We had opted for cock-and-ball trampling in stockings, because it would definitely give us much more sensitivity in our feet, and we could feel much better what was going in our slaves' most private parts. The slaves were moaning, and the girls were very committed to trample the male genitalia with their elegantly stockinged feet in the sexiest way the boys could have wished for. I was afraid I wouldn't be of much use anymore.

But then the five minutes were over. I called, "Next round". Sabine took over the job with the clock. Madeleine stood on Moritz' stomach. I stood on Daniel's tummy. Sabine said, "Continue". While Madeleine was working with her feet on the masculinity of her beloved Moritz, I boldly stepped on Daniel's little scrotum. Yes, I admit it: I had the ambition to trample him to an orgasm in this round already. I was trampling with great creativity, I thought, and my stockinged feet were kneading his genitals incredibly well. But even though Daniel was naturally affected under my feet and his penis was getting harder, I did not have the impression that I was progressing very well with my courageous trampling. And then the five minutes were over and Sabine called for the next round.

OK. Madeleine was allowed to rest a bit and took over the clock. I stepped on my brother Moritz, and Sabine took over Daniel. "Go on," Madeleine said in her high-pitched voice, and again we started trampling nuts and dicks. To be honest, I wasn't really keen on trampling my own stepbrother to his orgasm. But I didn't want to be a killjoy either, so I was trampling his scrotum scrupulously. Moreover, Daniel's genitals were trampled by Sabine, and I was worried that Daniel's new love Sabine would now satisfy him with her trampling. After all, it was her with her 'beautiful feet' in the 'beautiful' bright nylon stockings who was really stomping his nasty naked cock and his naked nuts with great intensity. Actually, Sabine was known for her brut@lity, but the way she was walking around in her bright nylon stockings on Daniel's sexual organ was highly pleasurable and sexy. And I had not forgotten that she had managed to make Daniel cum with her stomping feet earlier in the afternoon.

Anyway, neither of us managed to exhaust a slave completely. Madeleine shouted "Next round!". I had another break and took the clock. Sabine climbed onto Moritz, Madeleine stepped onto Daniel, and I said, "Go on!". Both girls trampled the boys' genitals again, but it seemed to me that they were no longer trampling them with utmost intensity. Sabine obviously intended to  'bring down' Daniel instead of Moritz, because she clearly liked Daniel a lot. As she once told me, "The more I like a slave, the more committed I am when it comes to dominating him with my feet." And Madeleine was trampling Daniel's genitals only mechanically, too. I wasn't surprised. She wanted to trample her lover Moritz, not Daniel, in her beautiful stockings to make him ejaculate, and his penis and testicles were still occupied by the stockinged feet of trampling Sabine. These five minutes seemed to be very long for us, but then I was finally allowed to call "Next round!".

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With Sabine having to settle for the chronometer, I was trampling Daniel's CBT area again, while Madeleine was really using her feet clad with the expensive black brown stockings to satisfy Moritz and so to force him to give up. After about four minutes, Madeleine shouted, "No changing anymore, Moritz is gonna cum!" - "Alright!", said Sabine.

The following minutes were wild. It was impressive to see how Madeleine was trampling the sperm out of his penis with her nylon-clad feet, and how he would soon be finished. With even more intensity I was walking around with my feet in the dark brown nylon stockings on Daniel's evil cock and his testicles, hoping to overtake Madeleine in the end. After all, as a young dominatrix, I have my professional ambitions. But then it was over: Moritz raised his hand and groaned: "Over, Daniel has won." Somewhat disappointed, I stopped trampling, but I was still standing on Daniel's genitals. Madeleine stepped down from Moritz, stood between his legs and kicked him in the genitals for several minutes, until she was convinced that she had emptied his balls and cock with her feet completely. After a few moments, Moritz said: "I have lost the bet, but I have never had such a great orgasm as just now, So extreme!"

After a moment,  I remembered that I could get off Daniel's little evil dick and his little balls and did so. Madeleine helped Moritz to sit on the sofa, and I helped Daniel up. He was not happy and said, "I'm not finished yet." - "Well, but you have won. Congratulations, there's a bottle of Kölsch in for you. " - "I don't like beer, I just wanted you to trample me to make me cum again," he lamented.

In the meantime, Sabine had put on her jeans and also her boots again. She joined us, and Daniel told her sadly: "Just before Madeleine and Moritz joined us, I had an orgasm when you were playing bellows with me, Sabine. That was a great feeling." And Sabine was understanding: "Well, then I'll give you this great feeling again - the orgasm. After all, you're the winner, and someone should fulfill your wish." He lay down happily in front of her on the back and said: "You can kick my horny naked dick with your sexy leather boots." - "For the 'horny', you can even crush his dick with your sexy brown leather boots!" Madeleine complained laughing, because she had heard Daniel say "horny" again. "No, I won't do that. I'll just kick and stomp Daniel onto cloud number nine", Sabine said and smiled.

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While I was resting on the sofa with Madeleine and Moritz, Sabine spread Daniel's legs and stepped with her right boot on his dick. Then, letting her two booted feet take turns, she stomped his naked sexual organ again and again, as if it were some bellows.
However, she varied the game. She did not only step on his private parts with her soles, but she kicked his cock and his balls times and again like a football with the insteps of her boots as well. She also stomped his penis with her heels (they were quite flat heels though). She kicked him with the tips of her boots, too. She did not hurry this time, because there was no time pressure at all. She kicked and stomped him for a long time. The toes of her boots, the soles of her boots, the heels of her boots, the insteps of her boots - Daniel's dick and his balls knew the foot parts of her two leather boots inside out by now, because Sabine made Daniel feel her boots with her kicking and stomping of his male sexual organ comprehensively ... and Daniel was enjoying each and every one of the kicks she administered him with her brown leather boots very much.

After about half an hour, she asked him: "May I take my boots off now? You'll soil my bright nylon stockings with your cum, but I accept that." He could only breathe "Yes" in ecstasy. She took off her leather boots. Then she stood with both feet on him, and in this position, she proceeded to trample the unprotected bare hard penis and the equally bare testicles of the overjoyed and highly excited Daniel with her stockinged feet.

As you can imagine, his cock and balls were now black and blue and, frankly, pretty sore, and thanks to the countless kicks and stomps the three of us had maltreated him with for hours, the testicles were also swollen enormously. In addition, especially in the last thirty minutes, Sabine had given him several hundred stomps and kicks in the scrotum with her leather boots, which were making him bleed a bit now. But not too badly.

But don't worry about him too much: Daniel couldn't have had it any better! And for his beloved strong Sabine with the natural blond curls, some sweet freckles, mighty calves and just eighteen years of age, it was still a most erotic adventure to try and use her stockinged feet to trample the sperm out of the scrotum of this eight years older, but much smaller Daniel - tormenting him in a way that was sometimes gentle, but then again sadistically hard and always very sexy. Yeah, Sabine was still stomping Daniel's cock and balls rhythmically, but with a lot of emotion and desire, and she was turning slowly in circles on his abdomen during her trampling of his genitals.

But before Daniel had an "overflow", Sabine had an idea, and fortunately this idea affected myself! Without interrupting her trampling dance, she said, "Katja, you're the only one of us foot dominas who has not stomped anyone today until he ejaculated. Don't you want to join me? " Of course I wanted - nothing better than that, and the proposal made Daniel even hornier.

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