Story: Katja and Madeleine Against Bavaria

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Without knocking, Dieter came into the room: He said: "Hi! Ooooh ... Madeleine has so pretty long hair. And, yo, these boots are even more wicked than the other pairs." We giggled, and I explained to him: "They are overknee-boots. Or 'thigh high boots'. We can kick your genitals incredibly well in these. " Katja laughed and Dieter was happy: "Yeah, ssupa. Theresa still needs some time to regenerate, but I could do with some good kicking again."

We stood up and Katja said Dieter should sit down on the floor, spread his legs wide and 'roll out' his penis:  Rolling it out wasn't difficult for Dieter, because his cock was already hard again. Katja was on Dieter's right, I was on his left. As the penis was at our feet, Katja said: "Madeleine. I gave up smoking six months ago." I was amazed and said: "Really. I didn't even know that you had ever started smoking." Katja looked at me angrily: "You will never become an actress. So: I have given up smoking and every lit cigarette is a danger for me to relapse, and that down there is a lit cigarette." Dieter laughed at our brief dispute. But not for long. I finally understood and said: "Oh, Katja. You are asking me to crush the burning cigarette, which was thrown carelessly on the street, as a precaution." - "So I am, my dearest." I put my left thigh high boot on Dieter's cock and stepped on it as if I was really painstakingly crushing a cigarette. Dieter rolled his eyes and said: "Uuui." I retracted my foot, and Katja pretended to be amazed: "Oh, it's still lit. Wait a minute, I'm gonna do it." Now SHE stepped on Dieter's 'cigarette'. "Hulla," he said. Now I was amazed again: "Well, it's still on fire. Unbelievable." And now it was me who stepped on his cock again. "Umpf," he commented on this. The cigarette just wouldn't be crushed, and we kept stepping on it. Dieter could remember: "I saw something like that in the Tremplinckforum. They have clips of a fat Frenchman, and his ladies always step on his cock like this." - "Enchantée", said Katja, "yes, you can download cool things from the Internet. Erotic fetish stories, for example." In the meantime, we stepped on Dieter's cock faster and harder with our long leather boots. He didn't say much anymore either. Then we started to interpret the term of cigarette crushing a little more liberally and kicked his cock as if we were kicking it to each other. I kicked it in Katja's direction, she kicked it in mine. Then we stomped hard on the penis again. I stamped hard (Dieter said: "Yo!"), Katja stamped harder (Dieter said: "Yoo!"), I stamped even harder (Dieter said: "Yooo!"), Katja stamped again harder (Dieter said: " Yoooo! "), I stamped really hard now (Dieter said:" Jooooooo! "), Katja stomped really really really hard (Dieter said:" Stop! ").

"What do you mean - stop?" I asked puzzled. "You mean you're suddenly not feeling like being tortured anymore?" He nodded his head: "Yes, go on. But isn't this position getting boring for you girls?" Well, we were open for negotiation. Katja ordered him: "Lie on your back. The corpulent Frenchman you are talking about likes to have women trample his genitals with both feet. Madeleine, stand on his amusement center with your prostitute's boots!" I sighed and explained to Dieter: "By the way, these are NOT a prostitute's boots. But as I'm so fond of you, I will trample your gonads with them anyway." "My WHAT?" He asked, but I was already standing in his 'genital zone'. Katja supported me by holding my hand, and she motivated me: "Trample him fast, vigorously, brut@lly, ruthlessly and with a lot of sensuality." Ha - not a contradiction to me at all. I trampled his three erogenous parts with my long black leather boots, and it was a great pleasure for all three of us. I mean that seriously! So after five minutes, I stepped backwards off him, and he said: "Oh dear, you're heels are perilous." Oh yes, the small but pointed heels on my boots. You tend to forget they are there while you are not being trampled with them yourself. Now Katja got on his scrotum and trampled it with her leather boots (almost) as hot as I did before. When she got off him, he groaned for a while: "You both trample extremely well. But Katja is at least ten kilograms heavier than Madeleine. And that says a lot." For this impudence (which we had hoped for), Katja stomped him hard on his face ten times with her white thigh high boots, and then she gave him twenty violent slaps (well she kicked his right ear with her long leather boots) while I had jumped on his belly and was making a couple of extra moles while trampling his belly with my nasty heels. "Girls, you are wild," he complained, which we regarded as sort of praise.

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Actually we didn't mean to bother with such irrelevant parts of his body anymore. Katja said: "Dieter, stand up now. Yes, stand correctly, on your feet! Now don't be surprised! I'm going to lie down on the floor myself. Madeleine, hold him tight, otherwise he'll fall down on me. "She actually lay down on her back in front of him, and you can already guess why: She kicked him in the balls from down there with her boots. That gave me some trouble because it wasn't easy to hold Dieter. Luckily I'm a volleyball player and have a lot of muscles in my arms and could manage. Katja kicked him thirty times. When she got up again, I let him go. He just fell on his knees though. Cool - that made me want to kick his testies again. I asked Katja to stand behind him and hold his arms tight. I really wanted to kick him hard in the balls with my leather boots. Lovely! I took a run and kicked his scrotum hard with the tip of my boot. He faltered, but Katja has even more strength in her arms than I do (and besides, she is heavier, ha ha). I took another run-up and kicked his balls with the instep of my boot very hard. I kicked his genitals sixty times. Then Katja said: "Let me kick him in the balls from behind. Hold him tight, Madeleine. Dieter, spread your legs a little more! I'm also gonna kick you sixty times." Well, I couldn't see very well in this position, but judging by the noises and his twitching, she was doing her job well, and her booted feet hit his testicles meticulously and with full force.

I let him go, and this time he really fell over. He stayed on his side, but I asked him to lie on his back, and for better understanding, I kicked his face and stomach again. I always reach my goals with courtesy and good reasoning. I was now on his right and Katja on his left, and I said to Katja: "What a shame. Actually I wanted to stomp his balls a bit, but he is holding them with his hands, and that wouldn't be fun." - "Oh, psychological tricks help with something like that," argued Katja. Her 'psychological trick' was to position herself so that the toe of her right boot digged into the left side of his face, and she stepped hard on his neck with her left boot, and she said sternly, "If you can't get your hands off your cock and balls, these four long leather boots will crush your head. Although: You shouldn't be as afraid of the boots themselves as of our feet in them." Okay, her threat was a little bit exaggerated, but it helped. Dieter took his hands off down there, and I said: "Cool. I'll let my boots stomp your balls until they leak." I stepped on him with my right boot, and he really howled in pain. Then I stomped him with my left boot, and he yelped again. I stomped his scrotum about a dozen times with my overknee-boots, but it wouldn't 'leak', and Dieter complained loudly: "Girls, I love you both. But you are even more brut@l than the girls of the Taekwondo club in Bavaria, and they were only barefoot or had socks on their feet."

Uh ... well. Katja and I looked at each other in embarrassment. I admitted: "Well, in the last few minutes, I did have the feeling that Katja and I were really exaggerating a bit with our violence. Probably the chic long leather boots made us so dominant. Can I reconcile you with a sensual bootjob? " - "With a what?" Katja explained to him: "Bootjob. Actually like a footjob, but with boots on her feet. That means, she wants to knead your genitals very gently with her boots until you cum." - "Exactly," I nodded with an emphatically cute smile on my face. Dieter seemed to think about it for a moment, and then he said: "Okay. It can't get worse anyway." I replied: "Very good. Then please lie down here in front of the guest bed." He obeyed and lay down with the bed on his right. Right or left, I didn't care. I'm pretty apolitical.

I sat down on the bed and carefully put my sweet booted killer feet (ha ha ha) on his swollen genital organ and began to tread gently on it. After a few moments he started making noises again. But this time he wasn't howling like a d0g but purring like a cat. That was what I wanted. With my left foot I bent his penis onto his stomach and stepped on the cock, and I pressed my right foot onto his balls. Every now and then, I let the penis straighten up (it simplly went up when I took my foot off) and then rubbed it with the insides of my boots. But never for too long: Then I stomped it again and buried him under my soles. I kicked Dieter's cock and balls and stomped them and kneaded them (although kneading barefoot or in stockings is even better), and Katja was watching eagerly.


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KATJA:

That's right. I'm good at orgasm trampling, too. But when it comes to tender bootjobs, Madeleine is even a lot better.

MADELEINE:

We can both practice it again when Moritz is back. I'll show you my bootjob secrets. I continued working on Dieter's cock and balls. I could have let him come a long time ago, but I delayed the moment a little, because he was enjoying every second. Suddenly the door opened and Theresa knelt in the room. She saw her Dieter and me and said: "Oh, what a wicked game. And I love those boots. Will no one play with ME?" Katja, who was sitting on the floor with her legs drawn to her chin and watching me satisfying Dieter with my feet in those boots, jumped up, grabbed Theresa by one of her red-blonde braids and said: "Kiss my boot. You may even choose which one." Theresa chose the left one. To lengthen the kiss, Katja stepped on Theresa's head with the other boot and stayed that way. That was looking good. I was watching them, but continued to work on Dieter with my black leather boots. Katja let Theresa go, but when Theresa was on her knees again, Katja said: "I'm your new big sister now, and for educational reasons I have to kick your pussy a lot and hard with my white thigh-high leather boots." Ha ha ha ... she used the word 'pussy' of her own free will. Katja was holding Theresa by the braid and was able to keep her stable and still give her pretty nasty kicks in the cunt with her boots. "Hey," I complained after Katja had kicked Theresa's vulva fifty times, "leave me something to kick." I had had the impression for some time that Katja enjoyed kicking Theresa's vagina as much as she enjoyed ballbusting. That struck me as weird. Katja has never had a boyfriend. Katja complained: "Won't you finish your bootjob first?" - "That's not a problem," I said triumphantly and took the boot off Dieter's dick that I had trodden down. The thing shot up and: Wootsch. "The true foot-dominatrix is always in control. Well - most of the time." I cleaned my boots with a handkerchief.

Katja simply let Theresa drop down, and she stayed on her left side on the ground. I got up ("Oh, sorry Dieter - that one step on your penis was really just an accident") and joined the two of them. "Shall I torture you to orgasm again, Theresa?" - "Yeah, please." - "I brought my overknee boots with me especially for you. If you want, I will knead your abdomen very gently. Similarly to how I just stomped Dieter to orgasm." Theresa thought for a moment and said: "Well, I guess, I want brut@l kicking this time. Kick my pussy really hard." I was happy: "All right. I will." I wasted no more time and began to pummel her with quick powerful kicks. I kicked her vagina with my fancy black leather boots again and again, but although in those 'thin leather boots' (it felt almost as if I was kicking barefoot or in stockings or socks) I kicked her cunt with utmost force and would not slacken, I had not yet kicked her to orgasm even after ten minutes . I stopped for a moment. "Just too brut@l for an orgasm?" I asked her worried. She didn't think so: "Well, not at all. Maybe it'll be better if another woman joins you and kicks my breast simultaneously." I turned around to Katja and discovered her trampling Dieter's genitals with her white leather boots. "WHAT? Is he hard again?" I asked her puzzled. She said: "I don't know. I don't think so. But he no longer has the strength to defend himself against my feet." I said sternly: "Then let him regain his strength first. You can help me here with Theresa's orgasm kicking. Her boobs need your boots. My kicks in her pussy are not enough." Katja bravely hurried to help me, reached out and kicked Theresa. I watched for a while as she was working on Theresa's large titties with her white leather boots, and then I continued kicking Theresa in the pussy with my black leather boots. In between a really bad thought occurred to me. I asked Theresa: "Tell me, do you want to stay c h i l dless?" She replied: "Yeah, why?" And I said to Katja: "That's fortunate." Katja grinned. With our erotic long leather boots we kicked Theresa's private parts and kicked her and kicked her and kicked her, and since we kicked her as lustfully as we could, we actually kicked Theresa to orgasm after another five minutes. Happy Theresa rolled onto her back and we congratulated her.


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"And what are we gonna do now?" I asked the lot. "I don't know," said Katja, "but I'll take off these Beate-Uhse boots first." Good idea, I thought: "Oh yes, let me take off my overknee boots, too. But they are really not from Beate Uhse." When we were feeling the floor under our nylon soles again, we found it really very pleasant. Dieter suggested to us: "Before you leave - there are some snacks for you in the fridge. Go and grab them. All made by Theresa earlier today." Oh, we loved the proposal. We left our two hosts alone with their genital pain for a moment and made our way to the kitchen on our quiet black stocking soles. There were really two wonderful and generous portions of food waiting for us. That tastedso good! You have to give Theresa credit for that: she is an excellent cook. And don't forget: That woman can take endless kicking. And trampling. And stomping.

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Yes, we cannot emphasize that enough. I was also amazed how long we had been causing pain to Theresa with our feet. But we mustn't forget Dieter here either, he allowed us to torture his genitals impressively as well. He had mumbled in between (that's why he's Bavarian, after all), but he never gave up.

When we went back to the guest room after dinner, we actually wanted to pack up our things and say goodbye. But there was a surprise for us: Dieter and Theresa were both sitting on the floor with their legs spread, and Dieter explained: "We would like to come one more time. Would you try this ballet thing again?" Madeleine and I looked puzzled, giggled and said almost at the same time: "Why not?" I wanted to take over Dieter's scrotum. Madeleine wanted to take care of Theresa's vagina anyway. Madeleine said, "I'm not very good at this balancing act, Theresa. I'll kneel with my left leg and then step on your pussy with my right foot. Alright, Theresa? Yes or yes?" - "Yes, of course."

This trick also includes some preparation that isn't really necessary, but makes it all the more exciting for everyone involved. We as dominatrixes stood between the spread legs of our respective victim and kicked them fifty times in the abdomen with our feet in black nylon stockings. This time I used mainly my toes to kick Dieter, Madeleine kicked Theresa with her instep. When we had done that, I pressed my right foot onto his scrotum again and made the famous backward lunge with my left foot. My upper body came down so far that Dieter didn't have to look up to see my face. This long-lasting step was obviously giving him great pleasure. He was always looking alternately into my friendly face and at my foot on his genitals, as if he wanted to make sure that the two parts really belonged to the same woman. For him as well as for me, it was only a matter of time before he would cum (again!).

While my horny victim and I fell silent, eroticized, Madeleine was talking quietly with Theresa. Madeleine, what was there to talk about?

MADELEINE:

Well, rewind:. After my kicks in Theresa's vagina, I put my right foot on the green carpet between her legs and knelt with my left leg. With my right foot I stepped on her vagina, remained in this position and pressed hard. It must have hurt her again, but not as much as my kicks in the leather boots before. Theresa also looked at my very sexy foot in black stockings, with which I was playing with her sensually, but she also looked me in the eyes and said: "With the long hair you look gorgeous." I giggled, being somewhat embarrassed, and thanked her. She added: "With the ponytail you seem to be a little more dominant." She could even have been right, but I argued: "The decisive factor is not whether I tie my hair up or wear it open, but how erotically I can trample. And kick. And stomp. And I can do that fantastically, right?" - "Yo, you really do that."

We were still playing our erotic squeezing game, but I made her a proposal that I'd been thinking about since dinner: "Tell me, Theresa, are you interested in becoming my private slave?" She was surprised and asked me: "Yeah, but what do I have to do?" I explained to her: "Basically nothing else than here. You will come to my place when we both have time. There I will practice all kinds of kicking, stomping and trampling techniques on you. I will kick you barefoot, with socked or stockinged feet, but also try sneakers, sandals, heels and boots on you. Training is important to me." Theresa was very happy ("Ssupa!"), But also a bit reserved: "If my Dieter doesn't mind." Katja, who was just stomping Dieter to orgasm, assured her: "Dieter doesn't mind, because he knows that otherwise I will not only stomp his balls and penis, but even crush them." Theresa thanked Katja for this. She really thanked her for it! So funny when people literally don't understand a joke.


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But I still had to bring something home to her: "Theresa. We know that you are bisexual, and I know that you have fallen a little bit in love with me today. But I'm only straight, and I'm a foot-dominatrix. My foot-slave won't be cuddled and hugged by me, I'll just be your tormentor. I'll kick your ass black and blue, I'll trample your face until you pass out, I'll kick you in the stomach until you're sick, I'll trample your big boobs flat, I'll kick your pussy so that you think you'll never get up again, and so on. It's really all about kicking, stomping and trampling, nothing else. OK? " - "Yo, what else should I want from a brut@l foot-domina?" I smiled: "Good. Then see you Monday after next at 3 pm in my student dorm. I'll kick and trample you as hard as I please, because there won't be any witnesses."

Katja, how was it for you?

KATJA:

Oh, the question should actually be how things were for Dieter. Well, the more I wiggled my foot on his genitals, the hornier he got. I wondered if that would be satisfactory enough for me, and I decided: "Nope." So I stood up. He was completely upset, but I was able to reassure him that he would have his orgasm. "Lie on your back!" I ordered him. He did that immediately. I put my right foot on his genitals and lifted my left leg in so that I was standing with one foot on his scrotum. Madeleine calls it 'flamingo'. But I only stayed on top of it for about half a minute. Then I passed on to really trampling his penis and testicles in my nylons. I was turning around in circles. Every now and then I would check whether he was still alive. And after about five minutes I first had the feeling on my feet and secondly the proof on my black nylon stockings that I had trampled Dieter for the second time to ejaculate. (One of his three orgasms was thanks to Madeleine and her black thigh high boots.) Dieter was completely exhausted and crawled out of the guest room into the bedroom, because he wanted to relax there for the next 48 hours.

MADELEINE:

But Theresa really was a more difficult slave. I was still working on her pussy very sensitively, but neither my beautifully stocking-clad foot touching her nor the sight of the spectacle that Katja had been responsible for had made Theresa have another orgasm. So I was thinking, and I asked Katja: "Can you please give me a hand again? Or rather: a foot?" - "Sure," she replied cheerfully and wanted to know: "Shall I kick her breasts again?" I said no: "No. I just want to ask you to step on her face with one foot so she can't run away from me. But put on your boots, your stockings are messed up, I don't want to see that." Katja obeyed. I stayed with one foot in Theresa's pussy until Katja was with us. What I was preparing was really the last act for the night. I stepped off Theresa. She had to lie on her back and Katja pressed her right foot hard into Theresa's face. By the way, Katja had opted for her dark-brown cowboy boots. I myself put on my black riding-boots again.


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KATJA:

I was really scared of Madeleine myself now. She had become very serious since declaring Theresa as her personal slave. Madeleine had been all night like I actually knew her: cheerful and in a good mood, and almost always a smile on her face. Now she was very serious and stern, and then she tied her ponytail again. "This makes the unworthy slave down there find me more dominant", she explained. Then she stood between Theresa's legs: "I'll trample that piece of dirt down there for fifteen minutes with my black leather riding-boots, regardless of loss." She stepped on Theresa's vagina, and in her sharp riding-boots, she started trampling and stomping Theresa's abdomen as well as her stomach and her breast as coldly as if she were a North Korean soldier. I was really afraid of Madeleine myself!

Madeleine really checked her watch while trampling Theresa  and finished the stunt exactly after fifteen minutes. Theresa didn't seem to have been trampled to orgasm by her with the boots on. Madeleine then sent me away, stood behind Theresa's head and pressed her right boot into her face. "Kiss!" She ordered. Theresa tried to, but Madeleine immediately pulled her foot away and said: "I was just k i dding!" I was puzzled and looked at Madeleine's face - and there it was suddenly again: the loveliest smile you can imagine. Mischievous - but amiable. "How - just k i dding?" I confronted her. Madeleine explained to us: "In the last part I wanted to demonstrate to Theresa what would happen to her if she had the wrong foot-dominatrix. Such an arrogant and illiterate cow. But I am not like that. The cuddling ban was part of the joke. Come on, Theresa, get up and hug me. "

Theresa tried to stand up but when she was on her knees, she said: "I'm sorry, but I can't get on my feet for the moment. Too much pain in where you trampled me." Madeleine didn't mind at all. She said joyfully: "No problem - I'll come down to you." She knelt down and took Theresa lovingly in her arms. A scene that I would have thought to be inconceivable just a few minutes ago.

Madeleine gave Theresa a hug and said: "You and Dieter have provided Katja and myself with a wonderfully erotic adventure. The food was great as well. Give Dieter my warmest regards! It was a real pleasure to kick him in the balls." Then she took Theresa's head, pressed it to her chest and stroked it. But Madeleine will always be Madeleine. She then said: "Tenderness and a passion for brut@l foot-domination are not mutually exclusive." She stroked Theresa a little more. But then Madeleine got up again, put her two hands on the shoulders of Theresa, who was still kneeling in front of her, to make her more steady - and then Madeleiine kicked her pussy again in her black riding boots very hard. Again and again, and most aggressively! Theresa didn't seem surprised at all. She let Madeleine hold her gently and kick her hard. And after about fifty kicks in the vagina, Theresa's face, which had become apathetic, brightened up again, and she said: "I think I'm going to come again." Madeleine kicked her again with her right foot, but this time she left the leather boot in Theresa's pussy and rubbed it with her instep and toes until Theresa said: "We did it again." As a reward, Madeleine kicked her twice in the stomach and said: "After all, I just want your best. And it was an orgasmic pleasure to mistreat your pussy with stockinged feet and boots."

And so this session, which had lasted much longer than we had anticipated, finally came to an end.

MADELEINE:

Yes, it was fun. We should visit the two again as soon as possible. Maybe we could spend a weekend with them. Or a holiday in their home region of Bavaria. By day they would show us Bavaria, and by night, we would show them our paradise of erotic kicking and sensual trampling. Or hard kicking and brut@l trampling, when they are in the mood for real torture.. They could buy us stockings and boots there, too. And we could Sabine with us, then there would be six feet to mistreat them .


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[Moonbud2000]

Great story! I like stories. I am new to this board. I have always gone to Mistress Destiny's Board but have not been able to get on it lately. I wish there was a story section here. Thank you for the 2 stories you posted.