A few years there was a certain bank branch I always used to go to. The branch manager was young, beautiful, sweet , and very friendly, She always used to wear nylons with low quarter inch heels. I have always kept my foot fetish and my desire to be hurt a secret. I used to sit in her office and wish I could lay down on the floor and have her walk all over me with them. I know it would hurt like hell, but I still wanted it.
Sometimes she would kick her shoes off. I wanted to smell her feet so bad, I wanted to kiss them and I would have loved for her to step on my face. I know her feet would smell sweet. I thought about picking up one of her shoes and sticking my nose in it, but what would she think of me? Would she be mad? suddenly I got this vision of her kicking my face in with those heels. Then I started thinking what she could do to a rapist of child molester with those heels and it wasnt pretty. I was turned on by it and afraid of her at the same time. the strange thing is I wanted her to do that to me and the more I became afraid of it, the more of a turn on it became.