JUDY

By DG

dg_2001x@yahoo.com




The guy arrived at the bus station. It was noon and the day was very, very hot. He checked his wrist watch: 12:00 sharp. His eyes began searching among the crowd for a familiar face. It would be the first time they would meet in real life, and he was excited and a bit nervous too...nervous, but very happy indeed to meet his long time friend.

Then, in a sudden, he saw her. God, she was gorgeous! She was even more beautiful than in the few pics of her she had sent him, long ago! He recognized her because of her beautiful smile and laughed at that smart detail of her... she was wearing a white T-shirt that, in the front and in big blue letters said "Judy". A pair of denim cut-offs completed her attire, which highlighted her long, beautiful, well shaped legs. His heart started beating even faster when, at the distance, he noticed that her feet were naked, as she promised… and he, finally, could admire Judy's beauty in bare feet, for the first time. It was indeed the perfect meeting.

- "Hello Judy, it's a real pleasure to meet you girl!!!"

Running towards him with that lovely smile of her, she embraced him saying "Master!!!" and, with tenderness, give him a kiss on the cheek.

- "Wow, you are beautiful!" He said

- "Oh, thanks Master!"

He loved how she said that word, how she referred to him as "Master". Yes, indeed, once, long ago, Judy had been her slavegirl, her virtual slavegirl. He had given her commands which Judy had obeyed. This beautiful girl in front of him had walked barefoot on sharp gravel for him, had sanded the soles of her feet with coarse sandpaper -in front of an amazed hardware store salesman!- for him. In fact, Judy had even roasted the soles of her sexy feet for him, after oiling them, obeying his command. Wow, what a girl! She was not only his slavegirl, but his friend, his true friend…and, now, in this very moment, a flesh and blood Judy was standing in front of him, with a beautiful smile, with big eyes in her lovely face. She was barefoot and he could feel her warm welcome and the sweet scent that she emanated. And she called him "Master", with a sweet voice, attracting the stares of the passers by, who wondered why this pretty woman was in bare feet, standing on the hot pavement on a Summer day, wearing leather anklets instead of shoes.

- "It's wonderful to finally meet you Judy, a dream made true"

-"So, what do you want to do, Master?"

-"How about showing me your town? I would love to take a stroll over this place of yours" he said.

They left the bus station together and Judy took him towards the parking lot. He stood some paces behind her, following her, to admire how she walked barefoot, so confidently on the very sharp gravel and, later, on the extremely hot pavement of the parking lot, without a blink. Judy noticed it and just smiled, knowing how much he enjoyed finally watching her, admiring her dirty soles.

Judy's feet were perfect, as he had dreamed. Elegant, feminine, delicate and strong at the same time. Her feet were long, slender, with high arches and long, flexible toes. Her soles were dirty, pitch black, with only her white, pristine arches making a beautiful contrast with the rest of the soles.

-"Doesn't it hurt, Judy?"

-"Master?"

-"Don't your soles hurt, walking barefoot on such sharp gravel, on that boiling pavement?"

-"I am used to it, Master. My soles are strong, you know…however, yes, it hurts. But I know the pain my soles suffer pleases you Master" Judy said, with sad eyes but with a smile in her face, staring at him.

-"You are such a wonderful girl"

Then both arrived at Judy's car. She disengaged the alarm and open the door. "Want to drive, Master?" she asked "No, thanks, I don't know the traffic here, please you do so, my Judy". So Judy sat at the driving seat and with her bare feet on the pedals began driving. She showed him everything: the gas station, the hardware store, the coliseum, the office building where she worked at, her mom's house….all the places she had talked about in her e-mails. Places that had special meaning for both of them, places where Judy had been barefoot and had experienced different things under her naked, helpless soles. Finally, they arrived at her home.

-"Well, here we are, do you like it?" she said, as she opened the door of her house and they came in.

-"It's cozy, I like it. Definitely, it has your touch, your style" he said. "Where's your husband, will I meet him today?"

-"I am afraid not, he is in a business trip and will be back next week. But he knew you were coming and gives you his regards. You know, we are married, but I am free to have friends" she said, blinking at him.

-"I know, Judy, I know. I am married, too, but I don't have the freedom you have, so, as you know, we can only be friends…friends and Master and slave only. I am a faithful husband".

Judy knew that. The smile disappeared of her face for a short while, as she looked at the floor, at her bare feet for a moment. Then, sighing, she said

-"Yes, I know, Master" But, in a sudden, happiness came back to her and she added "but I am very happy we are friends and that we've finally meet in real life" and she give him a fond kiss in the cheek, as he smiled at her.

-"Come on, I want to show something to you"

They both went to the bedroom. Amazed, he recognized everything, every detail she had mentioned in her old e-mails. There it was, the big bed, with the trunk at the bottom… sweet memories came to him, as he tried to imagine how Judy, after oiling the soles or her feet, layed on that same bed and put her feet right over tha candles fixed on that trunk, as she roasted her soles thinking of him, of his commands…

-"Yes, that's the bed, that's the trunk…and I have a gift for you".
"Happy birthday!" Judy said, giving him a couple of white candles…"those are the same candles I used that time. I want you to keep them…in fact, I want you to use them"

He was amazed. All in a sudden, this beautiful woman was laying on the bed, with her feet hanging at the edge. She was offering her feet to him, for him to do whatever he wanted. The birthday present was not only the candles…Indeed, Judy was actually giving her feet to him, as a gift, a very special, wonderful gift.

-"Do whatever you want, Master" she said.

He sat on the trunk and, next to the bed, found what he needed… a little bottle of oil, a matchbox. He left the candles on the floor, next to those things, and began admiring the beauty of Judy's feet. God, they were perfect! Well, what else could he expect? Such a beautiful girl should definitely have beautiful feet. The shape of Judy's feet was gorgeous…curvaceous, delicate, feminine and strong, well defined feet. He couldn't avoid touching them, and he felt a shiver on Judy's body. It was the first time he touched her long, slender feet. "This is the first time you touch my feet, Master, I hope it pleases you as much as it pleases me" Judy said, as she closed her eyes, ready for whatever was to come.

He admired her soles, her dirty soles… the darkened skin was beautiful, just leaving her arches clean, pristine. He touched her soles, softly caressing them, feeling how firm, how tough and rough they were. Next to the trunk there also was a rag, a bar of soap and a bowl of water. Judy had set everything well and he knew what to do: lovingly, he washed Judy's feet.

With the dirt off, he could now admire the tough skin of her soles. He lifted Judy's feet, holding them by the ankles and putting her soles right in front of his eyes. He saw how tough and hard were her soles. They looked and felt like living leather, with slight callouses on the rough edges. On the contrary, her high arches were as soft as baby skin. The rest of her soles looked a little yellowish, as he had dreamed, because of the thickness of the skin. He closed his eyes for a while to better savour what his hands felt: he passed his fingers by Judy's soles, feeling the texture. They were polished, smooth, strong, pliable, flexible, slightly rough on the edges… He open his eyes again. Those soles felt and looked like true leather indeed.

-"You have beautiful feet, Judy"

-"Thanks Master" she said, directly staring him in the eyes. "And you have sweet hands".

He just smiled at her, and, just by moving his lips, without uttering a single word, he said "thank you".

He found on the other side of the trunk what he needed. Those thin leather cords would do well. With care, he tied Judy's ankles. Then, he produced a small leather whip out of his jacket's pocket, and said

-"This will hurt, Judy"

-"I hope, Master" she said, mentally preparing for what came next.

Then, in a sudden, he began whipping Judy's soles with the thin, stiff whip. The torture device did a good job. It smacked the girl's soles evenly, in rapid fire, leaving a red, thin stripe after each stroke. At the very beginning, Judy clenched her teeth and endured the pain, but, after five minutes and 80 strokes on each sole, she finally broke

-"Ah" "Aahh!" "Aaahhh!!!" "Aaaahhhhhh!!!!!!" she screamed.

-"Does it hurt, Judy?"

-"It hurts a lot Master!!!"

-"Want me to stop my girl?" He asked in a sweet voice

-"No, please, don't stop!!!" "Harder, Harder, harder" she said…this time she was the one giving commands.

So he obeyed…he began whipping Judy's soles even harder. The girl screams were loud and sustained. Deep pitched screams, screams of pain and pleasure at the same time. Tears rolled out Judy's eyes when he, with a tired arm, finally ended the torment. Judy was exhausted and so was him. Then, after a minute of so of silence, a sweet voice, with a sob, said

-"Thank you Master".

He gave a sweet, long kiss to each tormented sole. He admired his work: Judy's soles were reddened and hot, covered with red stripes all over.

-"Please, go on…you know what to do"

And he knew. It was incredible how much this beautiful girl actually enjoyed pain. He was proud of her. So he took the small glass bottle and smeared the reddened soles with oil. The cold oil gave some relief to Judy's tortured feet, and she shivered. It was a good idea to keep the oil in the refrigerator, she thought, as the cold liquid soothed her tormented, hot soles. But she also knew that was just a brief relief…the worst would come next…the best would come next…

As he smeared her soles with the cold oil, he caressed them… this beautiful woman with sensual feet had offered them to him as a birthday gift. She had told him "do whatever you want" as she gave her feet, her own feet to him. She trusted him so much. She new he would never leave any permanent mark, damage or scar to her soles, to her feet. Pain. Pure, perfect, intense, unbearable pain was what she expected… what her soles deserved…what she knew he would give to them. And it was happening now, in this very moment, just a couple hours after they have meet in real life, after four years of exchanging e-mails. This guy, her friend, her Master, had her innocent, helpless feet in his hands and was torturing her soles. Waves of pain had travelled all through her body, from her feet to her brain, with every whipping he applied to her soles, to her calloused soles… and such pain, having her soles tormented, suffering, caused her intense pleasure too. The higher the pain, the higher the pleasure…"I must be crazy" she tought, "But I love pain, I love my feet to suffer, I need them to endure pain, I am a painslut! ".

Then it happened…slowly, steadily, the flame of the candle began licking Judy's soles. At the beginning the warmth was cozy, sweet, sensual… but then, little by little, the pain began again, as the fire wildly fried her soles out. She could hardly endure that, she felt her whole soles in fire, but she trusted, trusted in him… God, it hurt!!!

-"Aaahhh" "Aaahhhh" "Go on, go on Master, slower, aahhhh!!!" Judy screamed. The pain was unbearable, but she resisted, she endured it, and the pain paid its quote of pleasure too… she felt helpless, with her ankles tied, as she grabbed the bars on the other side of the bed with her hands. Pain!!! Pleasure!!! Her mind and body melted into a confusing yet pleasant sensation.

Slowly moving the candle he was actually frying those beautiful leather soles. With passion for perfection he left the fire lick the skin of the soles just enough time as to cause intense pain, as to redden them, but without a single blister. He was amazed at his own skill to torture the feet of a girl. He knew this could last for hours, but also that too much time would drive the girl insane. He had to administer time and torment wisely. He knew he had to keep her arches safe, as the skin there was too delicate and he didn't want to leave a single permanent mark on those sensual yet strong soles. Twenty minutes, half an hour, forty five minutes passed and he kept roasting Judy's soles, as the girl screamed in pain but without trying to escape. Tears rolled out of her eyes but she just begged "More… more… more, Master, more"

-"Enough, Judy"

-"More, Master, please… more!!!"

-"I said enough!" and he removed the candle flame out of her soles, before losing his self control. His own breath had a quick, agitated rhythm… he was enjoying this so much!

Judy remained silent. She knew he was right, she was starting to go wild, to become insane, and he had just stopped at the right time. She kept savouring the tingling that radiated from her fried out soles, that pain-pleasure mixture that dwelled inside of her.

He stared at her burnt soles, admiring his work again… the leather soles had a bright red color, the combination of the oil and the fire was magical on the skin. How much pain this wonderful girl could endure…and enjoy! Her feet were beautiful, and Judy actually was beautiful, even with those pearls of sweat in her forehead and the tears in her cheeks.

-"Can I see?" She asked

-"Enjoy yourself"

Slowly, Judy sat on the bed. Carefully, she put her right foot on her left knee, with the sole facing upwards, to see how it looked. She was right to trust her Master, as she found no blisters at all, just an evenly red sole. It still tingled and gave pain, pleasurable pain to her body. She noticed with a smile how nice was the contrast of the white arch with the reddened sole. She repeated the manoeuver to watch the left sole, with the same results. No blisters at all, just pain. She smiled at him.

-"You are a great girl, Judy. Thank you" and he kissed her forehead. Then, kneeling in front of her, he grabbed her ankles again and put a sweet kiss on each tortured sole. "You are a great girl, I am proud to be your Master"

Judy smiled again… she was thankful to be her slavegirl. This was a dream made true, for both of them.