LAUREN

By DG
dg_2001x@yahoo.com

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Does she walk barefoot to get relaxed?
No, it is her way of life...

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She was about 18 years old. She was tall, white, blond hair and with blue eyes. She was wearing a white T-shirt and tight blue jeans cut-offs. Her feet were naked. Her feet were long and delicate, with the soles blackened for the dust.

Haven't you ever wore shoes?

Just a couple of times. They didn't allow me to enter the school barefoot, but later they got used to.


And why don't you like to wear shoes?

They are uncomfortable. They are tight and make my feet sweat. Moreover, I can't feel the places I walk on. I love to feel the ground textures, to feel the hot asphalt and the coldness of the grass.


Haven't you ever had your feet hurt?

As I always walk without shoes, my soles have toughened so much that they look like leather. Only once they became a bit blistered, when I walked over fire.


You walked over fire?! And how it was?

Some friends of mine bet that I couldn't walk over broken glass. They broke some beer bottles and told me "let's see if you can walk on them!" So I started to walk over the broken glass. It is uncomfortable and it hurt a bit, but I did it. Of course that I later spent about five minutes removing the glass splinters that had encrusted on my soles. I won a bottle. Since we all were a bit drunk, they then bet a six-pack of beers that I couldn't walk over fire.
I told them yes, I could do it, tough I really didn't think they were talking seriously about it. One of them got a shovel and started to throw the lit coals of the grill all trhough the ground
It was a road made of burning coals of about three meters long. We were so drunk by then
that I told them "play some music!" and I started to dance over the burning coals. I swear you that if I were sober I wouldn't ever done it. I was so drunk that I didn't even feel my feet, so I kept dancing all the song, that was a 12 minutes mega-mix, over the fire, until one of them pulled my arm and told me "OK, OK, you won, let's get out of there". My soles were so burnt that they were completely red. When the efects of the beer went off they burnt me terrible. I almost couldn't walk. My friends became so afraid that they made me put my feet on ice. It felt delicious!. Even I become afraid since I had never got my feet so hurt before, I had never felt so much pain on my soles. I had to put some cream on my soles for the blisters... but three days later my soles were almost as new. Look...

And she showed me her soles. "I see nothing", I told here
-Sorry, you are right.... it is because they are so dirty... wait

She got a wet rag and started rubbing her soles strongly, until all the dust disappeared

-There it is. Look at them...

The skin of her soles had a slightly yellowish shade. The skin looked thik and flexible. It was almost as if they were made of leather...


-Aren't you going to touch them? Touch them, don't be afraid!


I caressed her soles...It was a delicious sensation... the skin was strong, thik and flexible, a bit rough.

-You have beautiful feet...
-Thank you. Nobody had ever told me that.

-Don't you feel some tickling?

-Not at all. On the contrary, I liked you to caress my feet... few boys had ever touched them. Most boys don't like me because I wear no shoes.

-And what else would you like they to make on your feet?

-I don't know...mmm, I had never thought about it... that time I got them burnt I enjoyed the ice...the feeling of something so frozen on my soles, I just loved it... tough the fire wasn't disgusting, too...

She got a bit blush when she said that... and she looked beautiful

-If you want we can play a bit with your feet...
-What would you like to do?
-I don't know... perhaps we could test how much your soles bear the heat... of course, without hurting you, only until you enjoy it... and later some ice...
-MMMMM, it sounds interesting... I like the idea... let's go to my home

We came into her home. It was empty. She took me to her bedroom and layed down on the bed, with her feet hanging on the edge... her blackened soles looked really beautiful.

-I am yur slave. Do whathever you want with my feet, Master... torture me!...and she laughened. Don't believe everything, because if you hurt me I'll got angry with you.

I got a rope and tied her ankles. Then I lit a candle and started dropping the boiling wax dropets onto her soles, each time nearer, until the flame almost caressed her skin... at the beginning she didn't even feel it, but later she began moving sensually...

-Does it burn?

-No, it is a pleasant sensatino... Remember that my soles are hard. The hot wax doesn't burn them, I just feel a slight heat a bit more than lukewarm.

-Well, what comes next is not going to be just lukewarm...

-Let's see, then...

I helped her to roll, so that now her soles, that were completely covered with molten wax, looked to the ground. This time I put the candle below her feet, with the flame touching directly her soles, and I started to move it slowly, very slowly.

-Do you like it?

-I think so... this burns a bit...Ouch! please, move the candle a bit faster, don't let it for so long in the same place, since you are going to hurt me...Ouch!

-I am sorry.

-It's OK... I do like it

The wax on her soles began to melt under the heat of the flame... it was such a fascinanting show to see how her soles dripped molten wax... I reduced the speed a bit more

-Ouch! Ouch! this really burnt!...

-Sorry again, I told her, and I immediately took the flame out of her soles, now reddened (the wax had taken all the layer of black dust and had let the skin completely exposed to the fire)

-What are you doing? I didn't ask you to remove the candle
-But it was burning you!
- Yes, but I really enjoy it...Master, I have misbehaved, please burn my soles again... and she laughed
-Don't play that way
-I am not playing...Would you want me to beg you? OK then, I beg you, please burn my soles again, I need it... really

This time she didn't laugh. She was talking seriously. This beautiful girl was begging me to burn her naked soles. Not even on my dreams I had ever had this opportunity before...

So, I took the candle again and headed towards her beautiful tied feet... and I put the candle directly below her soles, with the flame unmercifully touching her skin, alterning from one feet to the other... she started to yell, this time a bit louder...

-Ouuuuuuuuch! Ouuuuuch! Aaahhhhhh!
-It hurts a lot, isn't it?
-Of course it iiisss!
-Do you want me to stop it?
-Noooo! Ahhhh! Go on that way, I love it Ahhh!

And while I burned her soles she started ondulating her body in an incredible way... her waist moved as that of an Arabian dancer. Then she said, with tears on her eyes....
-Aaahhhh! I can't bear it anymore! Now, please stop it!
But I continued for a while
-Stop, stop! I can't bear the pain! I beg you, stop it!

This time I stopped. I told her:
-As you begged me to do it, I waited you to beg me to stop it...
-You are right... I haven't ever felt this pain, please untie me...

I released her ankles...her poor soles looked so red...they were really burnt. Perhaps I had overacted.

Still with wet eyes she took her feet and examined her tortured soles
-Wow, you really did a good job. They look almost like when I danced over the burning coals...

-I am really sorry, please forgive me. I let me go, I didn't want to hurt you

-Forgive you! What? I asked you, I begged you... and I swear I enjoyed it... let the pain diminish a bit and we will repeat it. Promise it to me...

-Believe me I would love it, and the truth is that I enjoyed it more than you.

I went back to the kitchen and brought plenty of ice. I took her ankles strongly and started to rub it onto her soles... and how she enjoyed it... she started to move as when I burned her feet. And she took off her T-shirt... she was not wearing a bra, and she had a formidable couple of breasts, not too big, well shaped, firm, perfect... then we made love... she loved when I started licking her soles, that really turned her mae. I had never licked soles that had just been burned...they had an exciting taste...

The End