AMBER

By DG
dg_2001x@yahoo.com



Amber had to go and buy chocolates for Him. She knew it was not for the chocolates, but because for the pleasure he felt when the soles of her feet suffered that he had sent her to buy them. The store was about 4 blocks far from the house. Amber hated to walk on the boiling, rough pavement at noon in the middle of the Summer, but that was the hour he always sent her to buy things.

Her feet were naked, as they always were. No matter the place, no matter the weather, Amber's feet were always naked. She even went barefoot to school. At the beginning their teachers didn't allow her to come barefoot to school and thinking it was some sign of rebelliousness of the brat girl, called her Tutor (Amber had no parents) in order to make the girl wear shoes. However, as he explained it was for "religious" reasons that the girl did never wear shoes, the school authorities allowed her to go barefoot to school. Her schoolmates used to play all kind of tricks to her regarding her feet. They even put tacks, thorns and shards of broken glass bottles on her way, and they were always surprised to notice that Amber didn't make any effort to avoid them. It was incredible to them to see that the barefoot girl just walked on such things, with a rictus of pain on her face, but without even looking at the painful things she was stepping on.

She was about fourteen when her parents died and she went to live with her Tutor. From the beginning he told her that he would pay for her education, give her food and clothings, and a home, but that she would have to obey him, help with the housekeeping and remain barefoot from the rest of her life. It was that, or going to an institution. She cried and begged him not to force her to be barefoot, but he said it was a cheap price for all the things he was giving to her.

Amber would never forget the day when she wore shoes for the last time. It was a cold Winter day and the fire danced in the fireplace. Her Tutor told her to take her shoes and socks, and to throw them into the fire. The poor, helpless, cold girl obeyed with tears in her eyes as she saw the fire reduce her shoes and socks to ashes. It was the week before Christmas, and so she spent her first Christmas barefoot.

In the beginning, she was rarely allowed to go barefoot outdoors, as her feet were not used to the snow. Her Tutor made her be at home, doing the cleaning. Her soles were sore and red, as she wasn't used to be barefoot for so long. Her soles became dirty all the time, with only her high arches clean and white.

When the cleaning or the household didn't please her Tutor, he tied her wrists and put her ankles in a wooden stock, in order to whip her soles. It was a terrible punishment for Amber, as the pain of having her soles whipped was almost unbearable. Ten, twenty strokes to each sole made the girl cry in pain. Her soles showed red stripes all over their surface, and it was hard for her to walk after the torment, but she just had to endure it and to come back to their tasks.

With time, Amber's soles began to get thicker. Amber liked her soles to get hard and rough, as it made her easy to endure the sharp gravel path outside the house, and to resist being barefoot on the snow for longer times. Also, having such leathery soles made it easy for her to endure the punishments her Tutor used to do to her soles all the time, everyday. She noticed he loved to torture the soles of her feet, to touch them, to notice how hard and rough they were. It was fun, he also liked her soles to be dirty, with only her high arches white. The fact to be barefoot all the time hadn't made her feet ugly. They remained as beautiful as always, and, indeed, the constant exercise and the fact that they weren't encased in shoes anymore had made her feet become even more beautiful. Amber's feet were elegant and pretty: long, slender, with high arches and slightly long toes. Well shaped heels and tough, rough soles that looked and felt like leather. They were beautiful and strong feet, and her Tutor liked them. He liked to admire Amber's feet, to touch them, caress them... and to torture her soles.

It was a more difficult task to her Tutor to torture Amber's soles, to cause pain to them, as they had developed a strong skin. He had to put more strength on the whippings in order to cause pain to the soles of the pretty girl, to make them suffer. He even begun to burn them with cigarette butts and by oiling her soles and applying the flame of a candle to them... He was an expert in the art of torturing the soles of a girl, as he left the fire lick her soles long enough to cause an intense pain, but not to blister them. He even made Amber walk barefoot on red hot coals and broken glass for his amusement and pleasure. The girl hated doing such things as the pain was almost unbearable, but she was glad to have tough soles and she never had them seriously hurt.

As she grew older and her hormones began working extra time, Amber discovered with surprise that she was comfortable being barefoot all the time. Her feet were strong and her soles were used to all kinds of terrains, from extremely sharp gravel to boiling hot pavement, from rocks to even small pieces of broken glass. Her school mates looked at her with surprise as she walked on the hot sharp gravel at the entrance to school during the hot season, and on the snowy streets in the Winter. The boys noticed that her feet were beautiful and that Amber looked very sexy being barefoot all the time. They loved to sit behind Amber's place at class to admire the tough, dirty soles of this pretty girl, noticing how perfect her feet were and how the contrast between the dirty, tough parts of her soles and her clean, white soft arches just highlighted the shape of her feet.

The girls used to ask Amber about her feet, why she was barefoot all the time. As she had been taught by her Tutor, she replied it was for religious reasons, some kind of vow. They also asked her if it wasn't painful, and she just replied that sometimes, but that her soles had become used to be naked. The most curious girls even asked to touch Amber's hard, dirty soles, and the girl allowed her friends with a smile to examine her feet. After all, it was better to be popular that to be considered a "weird".

Amber noticed once this handsome fellow at school, Paul, staring at her feet. Paul thought Amber was a beautiful girl (as she was indeed) and that even her feet were beautiful. Once he became brave enough as to come next to Amber and talk to her:

-Hi!
-Hi Paul!
-Emm...
-Yes, I know... you think I am weird for being barefoot all the time
-No, no! On the contrary, Amber... I think it's cool... and that you are cute! -Said Paul with a smile
Amber smiled too. He never thought she looked "cool" and "cute" being barefoot
_Thanks Paul! - she said, blushing
Paul smiled again
-You have pretty feet in fact
-Ha ha! you must be kidding! If you haven't noticed it, my soles are hard and rough, Paul, I don't think you think they are pretty feet indeed!
-Well, I think you have pretty feet indeed, Amber- Said Paul, looking at her eyes
-I don't think you'll say the same after looking at them Paul -Said the girl, with a somewhat sad voice
-Well, let's discover it! Paul said. He put Amber's feet on his lap and examined her feet.

The girl just let him do it. She was surprised by his reaction, and she just remained there, quiet, without even moving. It was strange having a boy examining her feet, touching them...it was the first time a boy did that...and it felt good!

Paul looked at Amber's feet closely, with attention. He admired their perfect shape, how elegant they were being long and slender. How pretty her high arches were. He also began touching them. The skin of the upper part was very soft. He felt how Amber trembled as his hands touched her feet. Then he examined her soles and gave a close look at them. They were dirty, black with grime, with only the soft skin of her arches clean and with a creamy white tone. He took his handkerchief, soaked it in water and began cleaning the soles of the girl

-What are you doing, Paul? You won't want to use that filthy handkerchief anymore! She laughed

-Well, your soles are dirty and I have to judge if I like them. I like them dirty, but I want to see how they look clean, too! And besides, I think I'll like using this handkerchief again! He laughed too.

The girl blushed again with a smile.

After cleaning her soles, Paul gave them a close look. He liked what he saw: the girl's soles were hard and rough, with a little yellowish shade. He touched them and felt their hardness and roughness, in contrast with the softness of her arches.

-Well, I've decided you have beautiful feet, Amber! he said

-I don't believe you yet, but thank you anyway! the girl answered. Well, time to go to class! she said as she took her feet of Paul's lap and headed to the classroom. Paul waited a bit to let her go ahead, as he admired how her soles began getting dirty again. God, he loved this girl!

Amber headed home again, to do the household and to endure her soles being tortured, as always. It was strange... as his Tutor tied her and put her ankles on the stocks, she remembered Paul. She discovered with surprise that having her feet touched caused a strange, pleasant sensation. However she knew that the pain will soon subdue all those pleasant sensations as her Tutor would put her best effort in torturing her soles. Whash! she heart the leather whip cut the air...smack!!! she felt as the whip bet her soles...ouch! a painful sensation burnt her soles...ten, twenty, thirty lashes had turn the poor girl's helpless soles into a deep pink surface all crisscrossed with red marks. She sobbed and cried...but, with surprise, she felt something strange inside her...she was mixing the pain her soles suffered with something pleasant... her hearbeat and her respiration got harder and faster...and she discovered that having her soles tortured, that having them suffering intense pain, was a turn on for her! She specially noticed it as her Tutor passed the candle flame and burned her tough soles... God, that was terribly painful...but it had, somehow, turned into a pleasant sensation, too...

The day after, when she was at the recess at school, sitting in the yard, Paul came next to her.

-Hi Amber! Time for your foot massage!
-Oh, Paul, not today! she said...she still had her feet sore
-Oh, come on Amber, don't be shy! You'll love it! He said as he put Amber's feet on his lap and began cleaning them with his wet handkerchief. Amber had just let him do so, without saying a word, without even moving a muscle. As Paul cleaned the girl's soles, he noticed the red marks on them. Last night torture had been so cruel and strong that the marks of the whippings and the burning could still be visible.
-Oh, what's this, what happened, Amber! the boy said, with curiosity and pity in his voice
-Nothing, Paul, nothing...said the girl, with tears in her eyes
-Nothing? come on Amber, tell me...we are friends...who did this to you!
-Nobody!!!
-Amber...
-My Tutor did, Paul! He does it all the time, everyday!!! She said... I am ashamed!
-Oh, God! poor girl! Why he did it?
-To punish me because he said I didn't clean the house well... well, that's what he says
-And he does this all the time??? why!
-Oh, Paul, don't ask, please!
-Amber, you can trust me, I am your friend...and... and I love you! -Paul looked at Amber's wet eyes. He saw them open wide, and a smile on her face.
-I love you too, Paul! You are so good with me! She said. They kissed deeply, with the
sweet kiss of the first love.
-Oh, Amber, why does he do this to you! My poor girl!
-To punish me, Paul...He tortures my soles all the time, everyday...he whips them and burns them! I think he is pleased to cause pain to my feet.
-Son of a bitch! I'll kill him!
-No, Paul, no! He is stronger than you, and he would hurt you...and, Oh, God, I am ashamed to say this! I, I... discovered something strange, something weird last night... Amber covered her face with her hands
-What's up my love, tell me!
-Oh, Paul, I am ashamed...but, well... last night, as my Tutor punished my soles, as he tortured them by strongly whipping them and burning them with the candle flame...I felt a terrible pain... and, and something else...Oh, Paul! I felt I liked it!

Amber covered her face again, ashamed
-I am sorry, Paul, I know you'll hate me!
-No, my dear, how could I hate you? So, you liked it? what did you like?
-I liked the pain, Paul... I liked the pain inflicted to the soles of my feet. I liked having them brutally tortured!
-It's OK, Amber, it is not the end of the world! What with that? OK, you liked it, so?
-So, you don't care, Paul? You don't think I am weird... that I am a whore, a pain slut?
-Oh, Amber, not at all! You are my love!
-Paul...
-Yes dear...
-Last night, as he tortured my feet...I thought of you.
-You thought of me?
-Yes, Paul...I thought of you...and, as the flame licked my soles, burned them causing intense pain... I wished it were YOU who did it!
-Oh, Amber...I...
-I know, you would never do it, forgive me for telling this!
-I think it is not common, but, if that's what you want, if that's what you like...I think I could learn to do it... he said, with a smile
-Oh, thank you Paul! Thank you!!!
She said with a smile on her lovely face, as she kissed and hugged him. The young couple began to walk, holding hands...