Story: Katja and Madeleine Against Bavaria

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Hi!

It's me, Stampf.

I have just got two visitors who I both love:. Katja and Madeleine.

Katja is now 23 years old, 183 cm tall and blonde - naturally blonde, as she emphasizes. Since I last met her, she has let her medium-length hair grow properly and then had it transformed into curls in "Edelfrieds Haarstudio". But then these are not NATURAL curls, Katja. But they do look cute.

Madeleine turned 21 recently. And she is a little over 170 cm tall. She has long straight dark hair, certainly also her natural color. What? Oh yes, I should emphasize that both of them have very good figures. In their report,  this is outrageously cast doubts on. Oh dear!

Well, and some people are always interested in the girls' shoe size. Madeleine says her shoe size is 38, which doesn't surprise me because most German women are size 38, even if their feet are significantly larger (Hey, Maddie, don't hit me! - I almost believe your 38! ), and Katja is - as a shining example - even proud of her 42.

Thanks to Moritz, the two got to know each other. Moritz is Katja's stepbrother, who is two years younger than she is and who has been enthusiastically trampled, stomped and kicked by Katja since he was a teenager. This remained the secret of the two for years, until Moritz and Madeleine fell in love and Madeleine was let in on the secret. In a short time, Madeleine became an enthusiastic foot-domina herself.

All three are now enrolled at the local university. Katja studies "Evangelical Botany", and Madeleine has devoted herself to the subject "Computer-Aided Depilation Pedagogy". Moritz and his archeology team are in Montana for three months, digging up dinosaur, tyrannosaur and rabbit bones.

Katja and Madeleine are not here to kick, stomp or trample me (unfortunately!), because they could hardly do that at the moment. Today they are suffering from unbelievably sore muscles in all four legs. And now let's find out how that happened.

Let the girls give you their report themselves. Applause in advance for Katja and Madeleine, who will take turns reporting. I always make it clear who is talking by putting their names in capital letters in front of each new block. Understand?

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MADELEINE:

Before we start with the report, here is an important announcement to Stampf, our current secretary, to whom we speak on tape, which he is then allowed to type. Point 1: Nobody calls me 'Maddie' and goes unpunished. Point 2: You mocked our studies. Katja is studying biology and geography to become a teacher, and I'm studying business administration, if that means something to you. When I'm fit for punishing again, I'll trample your balls. You like my riding boots, don't you?"

KATJA:

Well, the report is starting well. Then Stampf's joke was already worth it for him (laughing!).

Let us tell you about last Friday. I was waiting for Madeleine after my last class. Madeleine and I had an appointment in the cafeteria of the university. Madeleine has been a little bored since Moritz went on a study trip and wonders who she can make happy with her pretty feet now. I could help her there. I don't torture Moritz that often anymore (he enjoys being kicked by his beloved Madeleine a lot more than by myself), that's why I go to foot domination parties. (As a young dominatrix in the SM studio, by the way, I quit after a customer wanted me to brush his teeth with a t0ilet brush. Spare me the details. It wasn't nice! I prefer CLEAN sadism.)

In any case, I met Dieter and Theresa at one of these fetish parties. They are both thirty years old, married to each other and have been living in our town for over a year. Theresa has not yet found a job and works as a housewife. Dieter seems to be earning quite well, because the c h i l dless couple can now afford a small house to rent.

But both of them have a real problem. They are masochists and like to be dominated with feet. Both. But neither of them is a sadist, that is to say: They can't torture each other. So not an ideal couple like Madeleine and Moritz, in which the man can let the woman beat him up, but a real reason to be frustrated. That's why Theresa and Dieter are very happy when they occasionally can invite a nice lady who mistreats them with her feet. After all, that works quite well, because Theresa is bisexual and finds dominant young women potentially just as attractive as men, and Dieter is very open-minded towards beautiful women anyway.

I had already come to their house twice. The first time I trampled them properly, and the second time I kicked them really hard, their genitals included. Yes, exactly - also Theresa! It was a new experience for me, and it should be a new experience for Madeleine today. She had been looking forward to kicking this woman for days. Of course she would kick the man enthusiastically as well, but that was something normal to her.

Oh, here she was. She was standing at the front door and waving to me. She had tied her hair in a ponytail again. I haven't done that with my hair since I've had curls. I stood up and went to her because we didn't want to talk about our fetish in the cafeteria. I looked at what she was wearing today. Ah. Once again she made no secret of the fact that she was a volleyball player. Her sweater was black and gray (like her players' shirt) with a white "2" embroidered above her left breast. She was wearing blue jeans, which went perfectly together with her black leather riding boots that Moritz and I had given her for her birthday. She must have had a skirt in the travel bag. She prefers doing sessions in a skirt or dress, although she usually prefers wearing trousers. By the way, I had put on a black dress, and I had light-colored stockings and dark brown leather cowboy boots on.

In the car (Madeleine was driving), I told Madeleine a bit about Dieter and Theresa. She was happy: "Wow, I can't believe that I can try even cuntbusting today, or whatever they call it. Is there really no reasonable word for that?" I shrugged my shoulders: "No, I don't think so." Madeleine was smiling - she's always smiling, one could think. Anyone who doesn't know Madeleine from the world of foot domination, but from somewhere else, cannot imagine that this cheerful girl, who always seems to be kind and sweet and actually even is kind and sweet, enjoys being a foot dominatrix so much. Madeleine was a little nervous: "I hope I'll have the guts to kick, stomp and trample Theresa down there. It'll be quite a strain on my nerves." I smiled, and I also reminded her: "Don't forget that we are also there for Dieter to do decent ballbusting and CBT with him." She laughed: "They mentioned boots and nylons as preferences, right?" - "Yes, they did."


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We parked our car, took our big bags, and rang the bell. Before anyone opened the door for us, an important detail came to my mind. I said to Madeleine: " I forgot to tell you something important. Dieter and Theresa are somehow different." Madeleine was puzzled: "Yes, I know that. They like to be kicked and trampled underfoot by pretty women. That suits us fine, doesn't it?" I explained: "I don't mean that at all. The two are COMPLETELY DIFFERENT."

At that moment the front door was opened, and in front of us was: Dieter, a few centimeters shorter than myself, clean-shaven, thinning hair, and Theresa, about 165 cm, reddish-blonde straight hair with pigtails, both very slightly chubby. Not too unusual so far, but: Dieter was wearing a felt hat with a chamois beard, a white and blue checked shirt, brown leather pants and mountaineering boots with knee socks. Theresa was wearing a white and blue checkered dirndl. They welcomed us warmly: Dieter said: "Hello, you girrrls, come into our humble home", and Theresa promised us: "I have a hearrrrty snack for you." Yes, Dieter and Theresa are immigrants. From Bavaria!

I looked at Madeleine, and her mouth was literally open in amazement. For a moment I thought seriously about shutting it myself with my hand.

MADELEINE:

Right. I was really amazed. I would have expected pygmies or Neanderthals rather than two Bavarians here in our town.

But that doesn't mean that I thought that wasn't okay. After we had been to the t0ilet, a really tasty and rich Bavarian meal was waiting for us in the kitchen. Dieter invited us: "Just tuck it in, so that you will have enough strength to kick and trample us." I was glad he said something like that, because at that stage I wasn't so sure whether I was right in this house.

After the 'snack' we sat down with them in the living room. They had already folded the table and put it aside so that we would have enough space later during the game. We talked about everything (I learned a lot about Bavaria), but not about our fetish. I hardly took part in the conversation myself.

But then Katja got down to business. Didn't you, Katja?

KATJA:

Right. I said: "So that's Madeleine. She is still looking a bit shy at the moment, so you can't imagine how dominant she can be." The reactions of our hosts were positive: "Grrreat." - "Clean." We were also praised for our shoes: "Grrreat boots." - "Yo, so clean." Madeleine misunderstood that: "Yes, yes, I cleaned my riding boots myself." - "HA HA HA HA HA ... yes, the little girl has humorrr."

Then Madeleine said: "By the way, I would like to change: swap pants for a skirt. Where can I do that?" Theresa got up and took her to the guest room at the other end of the hall. When Theresa came back alone, she said: "A nice girl." - "A bit shy. I hope she's feeling at ease here." I encouraged both of them: "At the beginning she is always a bit shy. But that will change. You have to help her a little."

And that gave them both an idea. They wanted to do the same with her as they had done with me on my first visit. I had slight concerns as to whether this was really a good idea, but they wanted to give it a try nonetheless. Well, good luck! For now, I stayed on my own in the living room, poured myself a glass of red wine (is there Bavarian wine actually?), and was curious to see how the act with the twins would develop. But Madeleine can tell you that herself. Isn't that right, sister-in-law-to-be?"


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MADELEINE:

Of course, I love to do that, Katja. You weren't actually involved in the following scene anyway.

Yes, in the meantime I had been to the t0ilet again and then went to the guest room to change clothes. A nice big room with a lot of space, I liked that. There was even a television set.

I had closed the door, but not locked it because I didn't expect anyone to bother me while I was changing clothes. But then I didn't really know Dieter and Theresa. I had just put on my nylon stockings and a blue miniskirt and wanted to 'slip' back into my black leather riding boots when suddenly the door was opened. Without anyone knocking. And in came Dieter and, to his right, Theresa, both on their knees. They were only dressed in underpants. They weren't even wearing socks, and Theresa wasn't even wearing a bra. They came into the room on their knees, but they weren't acting submissively. On the contrary, they shouted in unison: "Maddie, Maddie, Maddie! Do you want to play with us?" I had to giggle. "Who are you now?" I asked in surprise. Theresa replied: "Yeah, it's us, Dieterl and Resi, the five-year-old twins - your little brother and sister. Don't you know us anymore?" I kept laughing, but I was also a little ... uh ... a bit pi$$ed off, and I explained why: "If you call me 'Maddie' again, I'll change clothes again and go home . I'm allergic to 'Maddie'. Understood? " - "Oh, I see," said Dieter, "Let us start all over again." While I was still giggling, they got out of the guest room on their knees and closed the door. Then they came back on their knees into the room (again without knocking, of course) and shouted: "Madeleinerl, Madeleinerl, Madeleinerl! Do you want to play with us?" - "Yes, what shall I play with you guys?" I asked sweetly (like a real big sister). Of course they knew what they wanted to play, and Theresa said: "We were naughty, and you must punish us."

Well, that's what I thought it would be like, and of course I didn't like it at all. I also made it clear to them: "First thing! I love young c h i l dren. Sometimes I am a babysitter, and the c h i l dren I take care of are snogged and cuddled by me. I would never kick c h i l dren - except maybe in extreme self-defense. I don't hurt c h i l dren! I think that's perverse! So to speak: Perversely perverse! Understood? " - "Uh oh", Dieter sighed, "That went wrrrrong." - "Yo. The session is over before it has begun", said Theresa sheepishly. I let them stand there for a few seconds before me (or, to be more precise: kneel before me), and then I said with a grin: "Secondly : Adults who are older than myself, but so pathetic that they pretend to be my little siblings are ridiculous and embarrassing. So ridiculous and embarrassing that I want to kick them very hard. " - "Luck is up", Dieter breathed a sigh of relief.

I grinned evilly and explained: "We're starting with something sweet: kicks in the stomach without boots. You pretend you're five, but you're already thirty. That's why I kick each of you in the stomach thirty times. I hope you like my dark brown nylon stockings. " They nodded happily. I was satisfied: "That's what I was thinking you did. It's an honor for you to be kicked by me in these elegant stockings. Who wants to be first?" Dieter pointed to Theresa and said: "Lehdies förrrst." I said: "All right. I don't care. Theresa!"

I approached Theresa, who was on her knees, and kicked her without further notice. I kicked her in the stomach ten times with my right foot. She winced every time, but she put up with my solid kicks well. Then I kicked her stomach ten times with my left foot. Because I had the impression that she was staggering a little, I held her by her shoulders with my hands for the remaining torture and kicked her ten more times in her belly - right, left, right, left ... "Was that good?" I teased her. "Yeah, oh, oh, it hurts a bit," she replied, and I said with satisfaction: "Yes, my feet may be beautiful, and I always wear the finest stockings I can afford, but I can also cause a lot of pain when I mistreat people with my beautiful feet. You'll be in awe when if I kick you with boots later. Dieter, 'little brother' - it's your turn. Let your big sister kick you! " He was smiling in anticipation. I didn't touch him with my hands, and although I really kicked him in the stomach with my feet very hard (alternately right, left, right, left), he remained on his knees, didn't moan, and dutifully endured all my thirty kicks in his stomach.


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After the kicks in their bellies I praised 'the two little ones' for their bravery, but said: "The punishment has only just begun. So, stand next to each other and go back to Katja in the living room on your knees. I, your dear big sister Madeleine, will follow you and kick your buttocks. Go!" 'PATSCH! PATSCH! ' was the sound when my lovely feet in the elegant stockings hit their butts. I motivated them: "Don't worry, each of you will get the same amount of kicks in the ass [PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH!] Come on, get moving! [PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH!] Slowly they started moving on their knees, and you won't be surprised that they didn't really hurry, because they got something from me that they thought was cool. PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! By the way, I kept my word: I always kicked them alternately, but I was even fairer. Theresa was walking in front of me on the left and Dieter on the right, but I didn't always kick Theresa in the buttocks with my left foot [PATSCH!] and Dieter always with my even a little stronger right foot [PATSCH!], but I also kicked them always cross-over [PATSCH! PATSCH!]: So Theresa with my right foot [PATSCH!] And Dieter's bottom with my left foot [PATSCH!]. Yeah, I'm tough, but fair, right? [PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH!]

So at some point we reached the living room, where Katja was waiting. "Hello, Katja," I said, "do you know [PATSCH!] that I suddenly have two strange adult five-year-old siblings [PATSCH!] who first have to be brought up?" [PATSCH! PATSCH!] And Katja, who was still sipping her red wine, immediately agreed: "Well, I'll help you right away. It's good that I still have my cowboy boots on." Oh yes, the boots - I had left mine in the guest room. Oh anyway, I also had fun torturing Dieter and Theresa with my feet in the dark stockings [PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH!]. Later I would put on boots as well.

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KATJA:

Okay, Madeleine.

I felt like laughing out loud when Madeleine came back into the living room and was kicking our two hosts' asses. That was typically Madeleine. She's one of the toughest ballbusters and tramplers I know, but she never misses out on humor when it comes to torturing people with her feet. It's contagious to me, too, I like to joke along with her, and even the slaves laugh (if we let them laugh).

Madeleine said after a few final kicks in Dieter and Theresa's asses (I won't repeat that with the 'PATSCH' now): "Now, my little darlings, on the carpet with you. Relax ... five seconds!". Dieter sat down on the carpet and actually rested. Theresa, however, preferred abusing the situation. She lay on her back, practically at Madeleine's feet, who was standing on her right. It was immediately clear to me that Madeleine would not be able to resist.

There was the chance for her to step on the stomach of the slave girl lying on the ground. Madeleine squeezed her right foot into Theresa's stomach as hard as she could - and she is a very strong girl indeed. Theresa was motionless - enjoying the immense pain and the gorgeous view of her tormentor. Madeleine loves the victory pose. Of course, she took advantage of this situation, and Madeleine mused: "Katja, I think this is the first time since elementary school that I have stepped on a girl. I torture men all the time with my feet (if you let Moritz and Robbie pass as men, ha ha), but to this day I have never tortured women with my feet." Then Madeleine's gaze wandered up to Theresa's face. Since I noticed that, I said: "I've already done very nice facebusting and headstanding with Theresa." Madeleine smiled but replied: "Nothing against kicking faces and standing on them, I'll try that later. But I have just noticed something else."

Madeleine let her foot wander upwards on her slave, until she put it down on Theresa's right nipple and squeezed the breast hard. Madeleine smirked: "I noticed that my alleged little sister has amazingly big tits." I laughed and I rebuked Madeleine: "You business students really have an impossible way of expressing yourselves. In professional circles, something like this is called 'breast' or 'bosom'." I don't know whether Madeleine was listening to me. With shiny eyes she started stomping Theresa's right bosom with her stockinged foot, and Theresa couldn't help groaning with pleasure. Dieter was watching the two of them excitedly. He was very excited indeed. I warned him: "Dieter, take your hand off your genitals. Madeleine and I will stomp your privates later." He obeyed immediately.

Madeleine invited me: "Come on, Katja, join me. Theresa also has a left tit. Your boots will go there very well." Of course, I was very happy to accept this invitation. I got up, went to Theresa, and began stomping the left booby of the groaning but blissfully smiling slave Theresa with the soles and the heels of my dark brown leather cowboy boots, which are quite powerful to torture people with. Madeleine noticed my two-footed torture and emulated this. Now and then she 'pumped' Theresa's right breast with her left foot. "Four-footed score," she joked. After a few minutes I stopped stomping Theresa's left tit with my boots, which didn't bother Madeleine at all: On the contrary, she stood in for me, so to speak (literally) and stomped both tits of the slave with her stockinged feet . I interrupted her though:

"Wait a sec, Madeleine." Madeleine paused in amazement, but took the chance to squeeze Theresa with her left foot (she stepped on her neck with force) and looked at me. I explained: "The bosom is only a secondary genital organ. I'm gonna kick Theresa's primary genital part with my cowboy boots now  - her vagina, which you, dear Madeleine, probably know better by the term 'pussy'." Madeleine pretended to be annoyed and therefore stepped even harder on Theresa's neck. Madeleine complained: "Katja, I know very well which part of the female body is called 'vagina'. We business women always call it 'cunt'." Madeleine was all smiling - her outrage was only part of her acting.

I spread Theresa's legs with a few careful kicks and then stood between Theresa's legs, so that I had a good position. First I kicked her softly with my left boot. She winced, but Madeleine was already pressing her right foot in the stomach as a precaution and was holding her tight. I kicked Theresa's pussy a couple of times with medium strength with my right boot. Theresa groaned, but it seemed to me that she liked it, and Madeleine nodded encouragingly. That's why I kicked Theresa with my two dark-brown smooth leather cowboy boots more and more forcefully in the vagina, and Madeleine continued to hold Theresa on the floor by pressing her stockinged foot to the extreme into her stomach.


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In this position, we tortured Theresa for several minutes until Dieter, of all people, interrupted us. In the style of a cranky boy he grumbled: "Hey, my big sister has probably forgotten about  me. I have even betterrrr things for you to kick." I stopped kicking Theresa's vagina and Madeleine and I looked at each other. Madeleine smiled and we both nodded. Madeleine took her foot off Theresa's stomach and went to Dieter, who was sitting on the floor. I stopped kicking Theresa because I wanted to watch Madeleine doing ballbusting. Theresa should still have something to enjoy though. So I took off her slip and stood on top of her with my two dark brown leather boots, making sure that I was standing exactly in her crotch with the heel of my right boot. So Theresa was still in severe pain caused by myself in boots, and I was able to watch how Madeleine would kick her new 'little brother' with her stocking-clad feet. Madeleine, tell us how you brought him to reason.

MADELEINE:

Well, they can all already guess how I 'brought him to reason'. By kicking him in the balls. I stood in front of him and put my fists in my sides to threaten him. Then I told him: "Kneel down!" He did, and I could see how happy he was, even though he seemed to be afraid of me. I liked that. But then I said to him: "Take off your underwear. I wanna see exactly what I'm kicking." He wasn't so prepared for that now, and he was a bit hesitant. I had to encourage him: "Well, you won't be ashamed in front of your new big sister." He gave in and took off his pants. I looked at it and praised him a little: "Well, that's not bad at all. Your cock and your balls are just as pretty as those of my beloved Moritz. And in a few moments they are just as swollen and blue. "I looked briefly over to Katja, who was standing in Theresa's 'crotch' with her western boots, and she was grinning. Moritz's balls are regularly kicked so hard by both of us with boots and feet that they are definitely twice as big as they normally would be.

I said to Dieter jokingly: "It might hurt a little now. Just do loud counting when I kick you in the balls. That will distract you from the pain." (That's nonsense, of course.)

I kicked his balls with my right foot quickly and with a great sound, and he counted (groaning!). After ten kicks, I swapped feet. After the next ten kicks in his balls I swapped again, and then again, and then again. After my forty-fifth kick in his testicles, he couldn't speak anymore, and his torso had already leaned far forward toward me. I didn't want Dieter to go down yet, so I grabbed his shoulders with my hands. Of course, I gave him more kicks in his scrotum. I kept counting for myself, and when I had kicked him about a hundred and twenty times, I let him fall in a controlled way.

I directed him so that he fell on his left side. If my BB slave goes down, that doesn't mean for me that I must stop kicking him. Dieter wasn't even trying to protect his cock and balls from my kicks. He was in pain, but he was staring lasciviously at my kicking feet in the dark nylons the whole time. So Dieter was lying on his side, and now I kicked his testicles even harder now. It was very important to me that his cock also got a lot of kicks. I varied when kicking him: Sometimes I kicked his 'genitals' with the instep (somehow always sounds particularly nice), often with the toes of my stocking-clad feet (seemed to hurt him extremely, especially when I kicked him full-force), sometimes with the outside and the inner insteps of my feet, and now and then also with the heels (but not very often, because then I didn't see how I was kicking him).

When he turned on his back in pain, I was able to stomp  his balls and his dick with the soles of my feet, and a couple of times I rammed his heels into his sack. That was too much for him and he wanted to protect himself from me by turning to the other side. Of course, that was of no use to him. I stepped over him and now simply kicked him in the balls from the other side. I didn't kick him that rapidly anymore, but instead I was taking little runs to kick him even harder.



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Since he could hardly take it anymore, he turned on his belly and wanted to flee from me on all fours. Ha ha ha - what a rubbish idea! I ran after him for a moment, took out my right leg and kicked him hard in the balls again, so that he collapsed and lay on his stomach. I kicked him a couple of times, but didn't hit his parts quite as accurately. So I spread his legs so that I could stand with both feet between them. With my left foot I 'dug out his penis', so I arranged his cock in a manner that I could step on it. Now I stomped his balls and his penis flat on the floor for a couple of minutes. Dieter just seemed to be enjoying it because he wasn't flinching anymore.

I got bored and kicked Dieter in the ribs to make him roll over on his back. He understood that. I stood between his legs again and kicked his balls a few more times (about a hundred times) with my toes. His balls had really changed a bit in the meantime (for the better, I thought). And then I put my right foot on Dieter's sack. I lifted the other foot off the ground so that all of my weight (and that's sixty kilograms or so) would be squeezing his genitals via my right foot. Hey, that was fun.

A few meters from me, Katja was still standing on Theresa in her boots (and with a heel in Theresa's pussy), and I was calmly standing on Dieter's cock and balls. Sometimes I stood on tiptoe for a moment to 'sweeten' the pain for Dieter. Katja and I, we were in a wonderful mood. It was really awesome that we hardly had to move, but in this position we were still able to inflict such great pain on our friends Dieter and Theresa with our feet.

However, we decided to let the two of them have some time to take a deep breath. I needed a break myself. We ordered the two of them to sit next to each other on the couch. They were gasping, but I heard Theresa ask Dieter: "So what do you think?" And he replied to her: "Very clean. Madeleine is as good as Katja. Even more brut@l when it comes to ballbusting." - "I hope that Madeleine will torture me that hard as well", said Theresa.

Katja and I had briefly discussed that we would step on the 'primary sex parts' of the two of them right away, but only gently at first. And we wanted to swap. We stood in front of them, we both lifted our right leg, and Katja pressed her right cowboy boot into Dieter's manhood, and I put my right foot in Theresa's vagina. We remained in this position and everyone was happy. For me, this was actually the very first time I was working on a pussy, and I was enjoying it. Theresa was fascinated, and her eyes wer wandering between my foot and my face (I was smiling, but not maliciously, I was totally happy myself). Theresa even was courageous enough to speak to me: "Your feet are ssuper. The nylon stockings are ssuper." - "Thank you very much," I said and was almost a little embarrassed. I looked casually to Dieter and saw that he was having just as much pleasure with Katja's boot tip on his dick as Theresa was enjoying my nylon-clad foot, which was now starting to kick her pussy a little bit. The temptation was just too big, I just found it so surprisingly erotic to kick a woman's vagina. Theresa was enduring the pain. In between she said to me: "By the way, you can also kick me in the pussy with your leather boots." I assured her, "Yes, I will definitely do that." And I asked her: "Is it true what Katja said earlier? That we can kick you in the face, too?" She nodded proudly, and I was happy: "Oh great. Even with riding boots?" She nodded proudly again.


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Katja suggested: "Theresa and Dieter's primary genitals need a break, and after your ballbusting marathon you will probably need one,too, Madeleine. Sit on the couch, Madeleine. I'm going to trample both of them for a while now." I got myself a drink, sat down  and watched Katja trampling.

KATJA:

Yes, I trampled Dieter in a classic style with my boots. He had to lie on his back and I stood on top of him. What followed was actually nothing special. I avoided stepping on his penis and testicles during this round of trampling and instead danced around on his stomach and chest in my brown cowboy boots. Sometimes I trampled him softly, then a little harder. Then I jumped off of him and then I jumped onto him again. A couple of times I stood on his head and neck - always with one booted foot, then I pulled the other leg up like a flamingo. A really nice trampling. I always have difficulty describing such a 'traditional' trampling in an exciting way. You just have to be there and watch it or even better: join in to enjoy it - be it as the trampler or as the tramplee.

Madeleine was getting a little bit bored. She finished her drink and got up and went to Theresa, who was sitting on the floor, and said to her: "Lie on your back, then I'll trample you a little, too." Of course Theresa obeyed, why not? It was now a really peaceful scene without much brut@lity. Madeleine was trampling Theresa's stomach with her stockinged feet, and I was doing the same with my booted feet to Dieter. At some point, Madeleine got off Theresa again and pushed her right arm to the side with her feet so that she could kick her side pretty hard. Madeleine's kicks in Theresa's ribs were violent, and I can imagine that she broke one or two of Theresa's rib. But I don't really know? What do you think; Madeleine?

MADELEINE:

Well, I don't know. I don't really know. I'll ask her when I meet and torture her next time. I varied my kicks in her ribs (instep, toes) and definitely hurt her very much. But Theresa is really long-suffering. Then I said to her: "Turn on your right side! I wanna kick your vulva with stockings on before I finally put on my leather riding boots." - "Wow? Vulva!", Katja, who was still trampling Dieter, was amazed. I was triumphant: "Yes, we business students also know medical terms." Theresa had meanwhile turned on her right side, and now I started kicking her pussy lustfully. Hey, I'm not a lesbian at all, but I really felt that I enjoyed kicking the female genitals just as much as I enjoyed kicking the male ones. Crazy, right? I really can't say who was having a better time: Theresa, as she was being kicked in her pussy by me with my beautiful feet, or myself, who was kicking her in the most intimate part of her body. But never mind, we were both happy. I kicked her pussy two-hundred times in this position, and she didn't even try to protect her vagina against my kicking feet.

But Katja interrupted us again, that old spoilsport. In the meantime, she had stepped down from Dieter and was now standing behind Theresa. Katja said: "Don't you want to stand on her head? After that you can continue kicking her pussy. Even with your leather boots, if you like." Oh ... well, so I just stopped kicking Theresa to her orgasm. (I was convinced that it would only have taken a few more kicks in her cunt to get her that far.)

But okay, Katja is kind of my boss. Theresa rolled back on her back obediently. I stood just as obediently to the right of Theresa's head, and Katja stood across from me. Katja turned Theresa's head with her foot so that Theresa's face was facing Katja's boots and said to me: "Give me your hand and stand with both feet on her head and trample it gently." I first got on her head with my left foot and then set the right one beside it. I started trampling her head softly. "Are you still okay, Theresa?" I asked her every now and then. What she grunted sounded like "yes", so I continued trampling her head - even harder and faster. But at some point, Katja announced: "Don't be frightened, Theresa. I'm gonna start kicking you in the face with my boots." And so she did - not too hard, but it must have hurt Theresa. I don't know if I could bear it myself if one woman was trampling my head with powerful feet and another one was kicking me in the face with cowboy boots at the same time. After a few minutes we finished the game. "Was that nice?" I asked Theresa (without irony, because she really thought it had been nice). She replied, filled with joy: "So far every little thing you've done was magic." However, Dieter now complained: "Don't you care about ME?"

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I suggested: "What do you think of the following idea? I'll go to the guest room with Theresa. There I will kick her with my sharp black leather riding boots at last. Katja, you can continue to take care of 'my little brother' Dieter here. Kick him in the balls." "Good idea," said Dieter. Katja also liked the idea. And I could see Theresa was looking forward to let my chic riding boots walk all over her.

Katja told Dieter: "Turn on your right side. First of all, I'll kick your genitals with my leather boots." He obeyed, and she started kicking him in the balls with her boots. Theresa and I only watched for a moment. Then I commanded: "Theresa, on all fours. Now crawl into the guest room. Be prepared, I'll kick your pussy, vulva or vagina quite a bit on the way." She set off on all fours, and I kicked her pussy properly all along the way - PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH .... It wasn't that easy to always hit the right spot, but I could manage - PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH ....

So who of us two mistresses will tell first what she did to her victim? Oh, do it first, Katja! The guys here want to hear about ballbusting and CBT.

KATJA:

So you mean they can't wait for it. Well, that may be true.

I kicked Dieter's genitals a little more with my cowboy boots, and when the door to the guest room had slammed, I stopped and said: "I hope you've enjoyed it so far, Dieter. What do you think: If I take off my boots and caress your scrotum with my stockinged feet ...?" - "Sounds tempting," he groaned.

I sat on the sofa, and he lay down at my feet so that I could use him as a footstool when I took off my boots. Oh, that was good! I slowly took off my boots, put my stockinged feet on Dieter's stomach and stomped him a bit. "Do you like my nylon stockings?" I asked him coquettishly. He nodded. In contrast to Madeleine, I had put on a pair of light-colored stockings. Light brown, you could say.

I stomped his stomach a little more, but then I remembered: "Oh yes, I wanted to enchant your genitals with some more feet-action." Carefully (because Dieter had already suffered enough from Madeleine's stockinged feet) I put my feet on Dieter's scrotum and began to sensually knead his penis and testicles with my feet. "I'm sure you like this as well, right?" I asked. It made sense that he nodded. I went on like this for several minutes, and he didn't get bored. No, he would probably never have gotten bored of that. But I did. I said: "I would like to try something else on you. I was actually shown this by a friend in East Westphalia: Lady Satine. She's also a keen foot-domina."

I got up and went down from him (using his scrotum as a step) and told him: "Sit down in front of me and spread your legs! Don't worry, you're gonna enjoy this." I put my right foot on his penis. But I also did something with my left leg, that is, a slow lunge backwards so that my upper body came down far. I don't know if it's a classic balancing act, but at least it looks like a ballet move. Let's call it the 'CBT balancing act' for the sake of simplicity. Dieter wouldn't have cared what you call it, but he liked it a lot. I stood up again and repeated the act - this time I stepped on his penis with my left foot and took the lunge step with my right foot. I stood upright again and then kicked Dieter's sexual organ for a while with the instep. The clapping sounded good, and so did Dieter's low moans.

"Now lie down on your stomach," I commanded. He obeyed, even though a little reluctantly. Obviously he would have wanted more of my kicks with the insteps or the CBT balancing act again. But he was now on his belly, and I spread his legs so that I could stand between them with my right foot. In this position I kicked his crotch with that foot. I couldn't exactly see how well I hit his scrotum, but the way he twitched meant that those kicks were okay for him, too. Then I straightened his penis (like Madeleine had done before) in order to step on them with the toes of my foot. "Now please turn on your left side," I told him. He did, and I explained to him: "I want to give you a few kicks with the inside of the foot too." So I kicked him for a while in his erogenous zone with the inside of my feet.


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Then I had another idea: "Sit right in front of the couch!" I also borrowed the following trick from my friend in East Westphalia ... I'm 183 cm tall (without heels), and my long legs are perfect for the following act. I sat down on the sofa behind Dieter, and I 'hugged' his upper body with my legs. But not to choke him. Instead, my right foot found its way to Dieter's scrotum. In this position, I quickly hit his scrotum with my heel, and I was also able to kick his sexual organ with the sole. He also found that "super-errrotic". I suggested: "I'll do the balancing act again. But this time, lie down on your back." He certainly didn't let me tell him that twice. I stood between his legs and gave him a lot of quick kicks to get into the mood first. Then I stepped on his genitals with my right foot, squeezed them hard, and stepped backwards with my left foot. This time I stayed in that position for a longer time, and suddenly Dieter said: "It's gonna happen soon." I laughed: "I think so, too."

But he didn't get there. Instead, Madeleine came back with Theresa. I heard the door to the guest room being opened again, and the subsequent noises, squeaky Madeleine's high-pitched commands and Theresa's lustful moaning told me that Theresa was crawling in front of Madeleine again and was 'pushed' again by Madeleine with powerful kicks in the pussy. My fine fetish hearing suggested to me that Madeleine was kicking Theresa's vagina with leather boots now. So, Madeleine, tell us how the two of you had been enjoying yourselves.

MADELEINE:

I'd love to, although it is irritating me that you think my voice is 'squeaky'. I have a beautiful soprano voice.

So let me get back to where Theresa and I had left you: I drove Theresa into the guest room with super sensual kicks in her pussy, which would make her even hornier. That was like PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH PATSCH ... but by now you know how it sounded. After we got to the guest room and I closed the door behind us, Theresa sat down silently on the carpet and waited for the kicking and trampling she would be made happy with. I was in a chirpy mood and said cheerfully: "Now I'm gonna put on my long riding boots at last. Do you like the shiny black leather?" She did. While I was putting on my boots, I explained: "By the way, my aunt Milo has a shoe store. When I have finished my business studies, I will have a job there and take it over later. Katja and Sabine are already hoping that they will always get a discount there. Ha ha ha. " Theresa was grinning, too.

I stood up again and ordered her: "On your knees, slave! I want to kick your vagina with my leather boots." Perhaps she was confused because I had said “vagina” instead of “pussy” - at least she didn't get on her knees, but lay down on her stomach. Huh? "You must have misunderstood me. You should kneel down," and as a warning I gave her a couple of decent kicks with my boots in her left side. She wasn't moving, but I had the impression that she was giggling. Well - I like it when my slaves are doing something unruly. I stood on top of her and trampled her back and buttocks fairly hard. I then stepped on her head with my left boot five or six times before simply sitting on her back. "Are you giving up?" I asked teasingly. "Naaa", she denied just as teasingly. I jumped up and scolded: "You didn't want it any other way. Then unfortunately your bad big sister with her bad black leather boots will have to kick you in the face." She thought that was a good thing, because instead of covering her face, she ostentatiously lay down on her chin. I couldn't help but stood right in front of her face and began kicking it. I didn't kick it with full force, of course, but those ten kicks in her face did hurt her. Then I tried to help her getting up, because I wanted to have her on her knees. I didn't quite make it though - she was back on the floor. This really annoyed me a little, and I kicked her face twenty more times with my right boot from her right side. My kicks served their purpose, because she said: "Okay, okay.. I'm gonna kneel down. Kick me in the pussy, that's more erotic."


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We both laughed, and when she was on her knees, I walked up to her from in front of her. I grabbed her by her shoulders because I didn't want her to break down again while I would be kicking her pussy. I started kicking, and I kicked her cunt with my boots as hard as this position would allow me to. From my own point of view, my kicks weren't hard enough, but they were hard enough for Theresa. After the first thirty kicks, she said: "I'm gonna break down." But I didn't feel like stopping my kicking, so I said: "Yes, you can take more. As a responsible mistress, I can judge very well how many kicks in the vagina a female slave can endure. I'm gonna kick your pussy up to a hundred times." After the hundredth kick, I let her sink to the floor and said: "Don't think that was all! I'll put you on your back now! For your pleasure, let me trample your tits for a while."

Theresa liked the idea, too, because she lay down so that I could support myself on the wall while trampling her. I trampled her titties properly and for a long time with my feet in those riding boots, but it really seemed pleasurable for her. I could even have some smalltalk with her. For example, I asked her: "Tell me, do you kick your Dieter yourself?" She denied it as energetically as she could with me trampling her chest: "Naa. I am a pure masochist, just like he is. We need others to do this to us. Always women, because he's only straight and I'm bisexual. " I wasn't a bit surprised by her bi-outing, because I had been aware that she had a crush on me. Ha ha ha! Little pun. Have you noticed it? She had a crush on me. Even though it was me who was standing on her and crushing her tits. And as this was turning me on, I trampled her boobies with even more lust.

I also asked her: "And has Katja ever kicked or trampled you to orgasm, Theresa?" She thought about it: "Oh, you mean whether I came while she was torturing me with her feet. Well, no, unfortunately not. Katja is great - but she has never made me come." Ah! I asked: "And ... do you think my feet could make you cum?", and I looked down into her face with the cutest smile I have, while I was still trampling her tits with my black leather boots rhythmically. "Oh, I'm convinced you can," she confirmed to me. That gave me extra confidence in the power of my feet. And I suggested: "Shall I trample your pussy with my boots now?" - "Of course, please do."

I stepped off her chest and stood on her abdomen so that she could see me in profile from the left. Then I began to trample her abdomen - with my leather boots, but sensually and lustfully. And I wasn't the only one of us enjoying it. Ha ha ha. But when I asked after quite a while: "Well?", She said: "Naaa. I'm superhorny, but I could still have this for hours without coming." Damn! I got off her and was a little disappointed. But I wasn't discouraged yet. I said: "I'll try again later with my feet just in stockings. Maybe the hard way won't work with you." She mused: "I wouldn't say that. It's only a matter of time before I come." But I suggested: "Oh, come on, let's go and see what Dieter and Katja are doing. But I can still kick your tits before that." She sat with her back against the wall and I kicked both of her boobs from her right side with my right boot. Maybe it's a good thing I hadn't trampled her to orgasm yet, because she would not have been accessible for further torment now. After a hundred kicks, I opened the door and ordered her to crawl in front of me again, this time letting me kick her pussy with my riding boots. By the way, that didn’t sound like PATSCH! PATSCH! PATSCH!, but rather like PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

When we got back into the living room, Katja was doing her CBT balancing act on Dieter, who was lying on his back. You already know that. I like this act, too, but I wanted to tease Katja a little and asked her: "Does Lady Satine know that you stole her trick?" Katja is sometimes easy to irritate, and she interrupted this 'artistic stomping of the scrotum' and got up. Dieter found that very unsatisfactory (literally!) and complained: "I would have cummed right now, woman!" 'Woman' obviously referred to myself. But I wasn't offended, and I joked: "Oh good. Then I prevented the worst."


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Katja was also looking a bit angry, so I had to do something to improve the atmosphere, and I prefer doing this with kicks in some genitals. I said: "Katja, Theresa has just confessed to me that she has never kicked Dieter herself." Katja nodded: "Yes, I know. I told you in the car ..." I tactically cut her off: "Yes, yes, but I think that this is an unacceptable situation. A woman has to confront her husband every now and then and kick his nuts hard. Otherwise it's not a healthy relationship. That's why we're going to practice it now. Dieter. on your knees, I'll show Theresa how it's done. "

Dieter grumbled a little, but finally obeyed. "Have a good look, Theresa!" I took a run-up, pulled out my right leg and let my leather boot bang hard into his manhood. I didn't even hold Dieter to prevent him from falling because after this super kick it was inevitable that he would go down. Theresa is a masochist and comes from Bavaria, but why should a Bavarian masochist not have a sense of humor? Anyway, Theresa had it. She said: "Oh, I'm afraid I did not see it well enough. Couldn't you do it one more time, Madeleine?" Ha ha ha. Katja was also grinning. Dieter almost cried. "Please don't do that again, girl." Well, I'm actually a nice girl and fulfill people's wishes (if I feel like it). I suggested: "I'll kick you again, but only very softly and in slow motion."

Dieter had to make huge efforts to stand up and kneel down again. I got myself into a stable position with my left hand on his right shoulder and carefully pushed my right booted foot into his sack. Now I kicked his balls in this position several times with the instep of my foot rather softly, and I also used my toes to kick his cock, which was still pretty hard.. Dieter groaned as if he liked it a lot. "You see?" I urged Theresa to look. When I put my right foot back on the ground (Katja can do such balancing acts far better than I can), I asked: "Do you know what that was exactly?" They all three said no, and I said: "That was nothing. A really good ball-kick is like this." And at once I reached out and kicked Dieter in the balls with my riding boot very hard. We all laughed - except Dieter, who was busy falling over and writhing on the floor. "Pity. I still couldn't really see anything", Theresa whined. But now Katja stepped in.

KATJA:

Right. I think it's okay if slaves have a sense of humor. However, the slaves mustn't complain if I, as their foot-dominatrix, do funny things myself from time to time. I said to Theresa: "Wait, I'll show you again." But I didn't rush over to Dieter. Instead I went up to Theresa and took advantage of the fact that she was sitting on the floor with her legs wide apart. With a lot of momentum, I kicked her vagina hard with my strong right foot. Although I didn't have boots on my feet, just the light-colored stockings mentioned, I still had the impression that her eyes almost fell out of her head from the shock and pain. I asked her viciously: "Well? Did you see it well this time? - "Yeah, "she moaned, but I probably didn't understand her correctly:" No? No problem. I'll show you until you get it. "I held her arms tightly because she wanted to protect her abdomen with them. Then her pussy got twenty more very strong instep kicks from me, then twenty kicks with the toes, then I pushed Theresa on her back and stomped her cunt twenty more times with my soles and my heels. "Now you have probably seen it well," I said, amused. I looked proudly at Madeleine - but she wasn't smiling as usual. She was looking at me more seriously and said: "Okay, you sweeties. Let's take a fifteen-minute break so that Theresa and Dieter can recover. Katja, we'll go into the kitchen and make herbal tea for everyone. "


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I walked before her, and she closed both the living room and kitchen doors behind her. She really started to make tea, but she also wanted to express her displeasure with my last kicks in Theresa's vagina: "Are you always so mean to her?" I had to laugh, and I was somewhat ashamed: "Uh ... yes ... sometimes. Listen, I thought you were the more teasing dominatrix of the two of us." She did not get involved in this discussion, but said: "You lack the sensuality in dealing with female slaves. She is bisexual, but she will definitely not get her satisfaction when you kick her like that." I was really embarrassed and asked her, "Do you think YOU can get her to orgasm with your feet?" She shrugged her shoulders: "Maybe. So far I have not quite made it. But I think she has fallen in love with me, and that might help. It's the same with my male victims." We agreed that after the break we would gently try to stomp both of them to orgasm, with our act 'leg scissors duo'. You will soon understand what we mean by that.

After a quarter of an hour, the two of us went back into the living room, where Dieter and Theresa were waiting for us with 'dark desire and erotic fear'. Madeleine had a thermos of tea with her and said happily: "Okiedokie, here is the tea. How are you two sweet slaves?" - "Good", both said. "Although it hurts a bit," said Theresa. Well, at least she didn't blame me explicitly. Madeleine took off her black riding boots and explained to the two: "There is a reason why I've taken off my boots again. We want to mistreat you both with our nyloned feet now until you are both sexually satisfied." - "Yeah, well, I'll take Katja", Dieter said immediately. Theresa, however, agreed: "You can have her." So she was still a little angry with me, after all. Madeleine was able to assure the two of them: "That's how it is planned."

We told them to both lie on their backs - preferably head to head. "Position six o'clock" so to speak. We'd do the rest. Madeleine and I positioned ourselves at the 'lower end' of our respective slave and were practically exactly opposite each other. Madeleine counted to three, and at that moment we lifted our slaves' legs, spread them and held them tight. Madeleine counted to three again, and then each of us treaders put one foot on her victim. Madeleine stepped into Theresa's pussy, and I pressed my foot on Dieter's scrotum. In the minutes that followed, my stockinged foot kneaded Dieter's manhood sensually but demanding, and Madeleine worked just as sensually on Theresa's vagina. The noises they made confirmed that we were on the right track. We were working on their most private parts with our nyloned feet, but I wouldn't say it was pain we were causing them. I looked at Dieter when he was finished after ten minutes. I took the foot off his crotch and then kicked him in the balls with the insteps and toes of my feet until I was sure that he had nothing left. He politely said "Thank you" and turned to the side, fully satisfied.

Madeleine and Theresa were still far away from this stage. I had almost feared it. I watched Madeleine's technique of stomping a vagina. Actually perfect. She asked Theresa: "How are you doing?", And Theresa replied: "Phantastic. But I need more pressure." Madeleine thought about this for a moment and then asked: "Shall I trample it with both feet?" To demonstrate, she stood across Theresa's abdomen. Theresa groaned and said yes: "Yes, please. And it would help if Katja was standing on my breast." The second thing amazed us a lot because we thought I was out of this. But alright. I stood on Theresa's bosom, turning my back to her face. That wasn't rudeness, but I did it this way because Madeleine and I could hold on to each other as well as possible during the subsequent simultaneous primary and secondary genitals trampling (DO NOT LAUGH !!!).

When we were both feeling reasonably safe in our standing positions, Madeleine counted to three again, and then we started trampling Theresa's genitals together. Madeleine was dancing with great commitment on Theresa's 'pussy' and looked conscientiously and seriously down to her feet, and myself, I felt with all my stomping that Theresa's breast gave way under me every time. Theresa was moaning louder and louder, and suddenly she screamed. Madeleine's sweet smile returned to her face. She was happy: "She did it. She let us trample her to orgasm. Or in other words - she has come under our feet." I was happy, too, Theresa was even more happy, and Dieter was doubly satisfied. However, he said to us: "Then you can step off her now." Oh - right.

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Madeleine treated us all with tea. However, none of us was really hungry yet. Madeleine explained something to the two of them that we had discussed together in the kitchen before the orgasm trampling: "At the moment you are happy and satisfied and you aren't feeling like being trampled or kicked by us. If you want, we're gonna go home now. But we have until the morning. If you think it's okay, we can retire to your guest room, put on fresh stockings, rest a little, and when you feel like being punished again, you just come over to us. We could kick or stomp you to orgasm again. "They were both exhausted, but the offer was too good to refuse. They found our proposal "ssupa".

So Madeleine and I retired to the guest room for the time being. Madeleine opened her ponytail (she has such beautiful long hair, after all) and we put on fresh stockings first. After our intense orgasm trampling, it really made sense. We both had black nylons on now. Then Madeleine remembered: "Oh, I wanted to call Sabine. Robbie is her guest today. I want to ask her what it was like." She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. What I heard was the following: "Yes, Sabine, how are you? ... Yes, everything is okay with us ... Yes, very nice. A bit exhausting, but nice ... Yes, we have trampled them to orgasm ... Whaaat? ... Well, that's typical of him ... Put on white socks, it works wonders for him ... No, I wouldn't screw you - I've known him longer than you have ... cock and ball trampling in white socks, and the thing will be over in fifteen minutes at the latest. Bye, take care ... " Then she explained to me what Sabine had told her:" Sabine said she had been kicking, stamping and trampling his cock and balls like crazy for six full hours. She has already tried all of her stockings, shoes and boots, he thinks it's wonderful, but he's not coming. " We both laughed. I said: "And I thought our Theresa was a difficult customer. Tell me, you mean the white socks will do the trick?" Madeleine giggled: "No. But I imagine how she is dancing hard on his sack with her white socked feet for hours and he thinks it's great again." - "You baddie!" - "I just like the little guy and am happy when HE is happy."

Then she remembered something: "Oh yes. I wanted to put on my new overknee boots. You don't know them yet." She went to her bag and got out a pair of long black leather boots. The small but very dangerous heels were particular. Hey, wait a minute, the boots seemed very familiar to me. I was annoyed: "It seems to me that I'm not the only one who steals from Lady Satine. These are the overknee boots that she is wearing on her motorcycle photos." Madeleine was slightly irritated: "I didn't steal, I was inspired. I bought these in Aunt Milo's shop. Got a discount." In the meantime she had put on her boots and boasted: "This is very thin leather. Not really adequate in winter, but when I trample someone in these boots, I have almost as much feeling in my feet like I was trampling barefoot. So delicate!" She wanted to provoke me, but she picked a bad time. I smiled: "By the way, you haven't seen MY new overknee boots either." I went to MY bag and got out a pair of WHITE long leather boots. No unusual heels, but particularly long shafts. Madeleine pouted a bit, and I asked her: "What do you think where I got THEM from?" She was pouting on and said: "From Beate Uhse." I didn't find that funny: "Well, then they'd have other heels." Madeleine disagreed: "Not necessarily. If you take those for a walk in Sankt Pauli, someone will stop and ask you: 'How much?'" I found that very cheeky: "Nonsense. No, not Uhse. I got the boots from your aunt Milo's shoe store. No, no discount. Much better - winter sales. Sometimes it pays to buy shoes in advance. Well ". When I put on the white thigh high boots ("Oh, how good they feel!"), I couldn't really understand what Madeleine was muttering, but I could have sworn it was something like "stupid cow". But I didn't feel like quarreling with my best friend about two pairs of completely equivalent long leather boots.

Tell me, Madeleine, won't you continue with the telling? I'm starting to feel tired.

MADELEINE:

I certainly didn't say 'stupid cow'.

KATJA:

Yeah, then it might have been  'SILLY cow' instead.

MADELEINE:

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