Kick-tortured And Teased At Work

When I was a young man of 19 I had a job at a retail outlet. Krista was a cashier there. She was a bit older I think 22. We had been casually seeing each other outside of work for a couple of weeks. Basically i was a sex toy for her, as she was of legal age to go to bars and I wasn't yet, so our meetings were mostly staying in. Looking back, as a naive boy, I was completely wrapped around her finger after the first "date". She certainly did not feel the same way, and was just using me for her amusement. I remember her actually telling me, "You're the only guy I've been with that actually will beg to eat my ass". But at the time, I didn't mind. She was well aware of my submissive tendencies to women and took full advantage of it whenever possible.

Krista was about 5'8", with an athletic body. Mostly Irish with very white skin, blue eyes, and short shoulder-length dark hair.

One day we were working together. It was a snowy day in winter so there had been very few customers.

I was finished my shift working in the warehouse area but she had a few hours left up front. She asked if I would stay and keep her company. Of course I was all too willing to do anything to spend time with her and said yes.

Even in winter it was very hot in the warehouse area. The company sold retail to the public but also shipped worldwide. I wore the least amount of clothing possible. I had on a well-worn company t-shirt and very light material, grey sweatshorts with nothing underneath.

The retail area where Krista was had a long, high counter with several cash registers on it. About 3-4 feet behind the counter were shelves with some product on it that the cashiers would get for customers. There were barstools for the girls to sit on if they chose to do so.

When I walked up my eyes were greeted with the beautiful sight of Krista standing there, leaning her curvy but firm body over the counter. Cashiers dressed up. The owners totally believed in the "sex sells" principal in their hiring practices and dress code. She was wearing a white long sleeve tucked into skin-tight black stretch jeans with a black leather belt. She wore these incredible shiny black, lace-up, knee-high combat boots with thick lugged soles over her her jeans.

My cock already started to stir nervously. Luckily she was the only one on duty up front due to the weather.

When I approached from the side she turned and smiled (maybe a little mischievously) walked over. She stopped without getting close enough for a hug but reached out took both my hands a planted a short but deadly kiss on my lips.

She crinkled her nose a little and said, "you're dirty" and snickered.

After a little small talk I sat directly behind her register in an empty spot on the lowest shelf that was a little less than a foot off of the floor. I kicked off my shoes (my feet were killing me).

Krista stayed standing and leaned her back on the counter as we talked.

From the retail floor. a customer, if any showed up, wouldn't know I was there.

She was just so sexy. And looking up at her pretty smile and her little laughs turned me on so much without her even trying.

After a few minutes she looked down at my crotch and noticed a tent straining my barely-there shorts. She smiled and in a pretend-pouty voice said "Oh what a naughty boy". And then, "I might have to punish you a little".

I just laughed.

Where she was standing the floor was a bit wet and dirty, probably from the snow she tracked in. She lifted her one booted foot and pressed my erection into my lower abdomen with the lugged sole and said, "You better get that under control or I'm going to kick you in the balls!"

Looking up into her eyes with her stepping on my throbbing penis made my head swim.

Just then a voice from behind her said, "I'm ready miss".

She took her foot away. spun around and started tending to her customer. From here I had a wonderful view looking slightly up at her shapely ass. This made my boner predicament even worse. I swear she backed up toward me a little and leaned forward several times while waiting on the lady to tease me and take full advantage of my desire using her fantastic female assets.

When she finally turned back toward me she looked down, covered her mouth with one hand, pointed at my crotch with the other, and laughed hysterically.

I said, "What?" and looked down.

I saw what amused her. My light-grey sweatpants had a wet, muddy bootprint on the tented area from her wet, muddy bootsoles (and my excessive leaking).

She smile and yelled "You're my doormat now!"

She extended her leg and again pressed her boot against against my desperately hard penis.

But this time she twisted it a little then dragged her boot down the shaft and over my balls, smearing more dirt on my shorts, which were now soaked through and basically see-through. She did the same with her other boot and then bent down to admire her work.

In a semi-whisper, "Ha Ha Doormat! I see your dick now!" and poked my penis head her sharp, well-manicured fingernail.

She then leaned back on the counter, looked back and forth to make sure no one could see (we were currently alone in the retail area) and kicked the toe of her boot right into my unprotected balls.

I didn't want to mess up her fun so I took it without complaint.

She said, "That's what you get, Doormat Boy" and kicked me again.

I gritted my teeth and squinted my eyes but made no effort to cover up or protect myself. I was completely at her mercy.

"Doesn't that hurt?" she asked.

"Yes but i can take it". And then "I have balls of steel".

She kicked me again, harder, and said, "We'll see!"

In truth it did hurt. It hurt into my lower abdomen. But I was just so turned on. She could have walked all over me and did anything she wanted and I would have let her.

She pulled the barstool over, sat on it and swung her leg out and kicked me from her seated position. She kept looking at my battered crotch, smiling and enjoying her work. She sat forward with one foot on the ground and just repeatedly let her other leg swing back and forth, crunching my testicles over and over again.

I was in a trance. My whole body felt numb except for the pain between my legs. My cock still was throbbing and leaking like crazy.

She stopped the kicking for a second, and again stepped her bootsole onto my quivering member, gave me an evil smile and said, "Are those tears in your eyes?" "Am I making you cry, Doormat" and let out a laugh.

I hadn't even noticed but my eyes were watering a little. I wiped them with my arm and said "No it's just from dust, I'm fine".

She stood up, Moved the barstool out of her way and said "Okay then".

She then looked around again, took a combat stance and gave me 3 full swing, full force kicks in the balls.

I had to fight my legs to keep them from closing. My jaw tightened, my eyes watered and i felt a little dizzy.

She looked down at me curiously' smiled and said, "Are you sure you're still ok?"

I stammered and shakily said "I'm fine"

She laughed a little then kicked me again, the hardest one yet, The toe of her boot directly connecting with my right ball, crushing it into my pelvic bone.

The pain was searing. I saw black and stars. I knew i was injured, maybe severely, but incredibly, insanely, my only concern was to provide her with a plaything to kick and torture and have her fun with.

She looked down at my shaking but still upright body with a mixture of concern and maybe a little shame but still thoroughly pleased with herself, covered her mouth and said "Ohhhhhh that HAD to hurt!"

I could only say, in a strained raspy whisper "I can take it."

She straighten up, nodded and said, "Wow. OK" and nonchalantly kicked me again, like she was kicking a piece of furniture.

That one caught me hard near the head of my penis. I swore it tore skin.

Now she went back to leaning on the counter. But reached her boot out and started casually prodding my dick. Like she was toying with a leaf on the ground.

She said, while looking down at what she had just tortured and damaged so much, "You think taking punishment like that makes you strong." "But it's actually because you're so weak." She pushed my hard, leaking dick up against my lower abdomen with the sole of her boot and said "You're actually sooo pathetically desperate and weak for me you'll do anything for me won't you?" Then: " I could do anything I wanted to you couldn't I, slave?" She looked directly into my eyes and smiled like a predator looking at wounded prey.

I managed to say "Yes Krista, anything for you".

She took her foot back and said "Let's see." "Get down on your knees."

I slid off the shelf with my bare knees down on the cold, wet floor, looking up at a clearly superior being.

She stepped one boot between my bare knees put one her hand on her hip with her back slightly arched standing in a pose of utter and complete domination. I, on the other hand was at her mercy in a position of total surrender.

My cock twitched and leaked like crazy. I was fighting not to cum. My balls in agony but so overwhelmed by her sexuality.

She lifted her foot and tapped the sole of her boot on my severely leaking erection.

I heard a voice coming from my mouth say "You could walk all over me Beautiful."

She laughed out loud, looked around a bit, then looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said "Lay down and I will."

I lowered down onto my back, injuries be damned. I lay spread eagle with my palms on the floor above my head. I felt the cold water from the melted snow soak into my tshirt.

She stepped one foot directly on the tent in my shorts (I groaned a bit), her boot heel crushing my damaged balls and her heavily lugged sole biting into the soft flesh underside of my dick. Then stepped the other onto my hip. She had one hand on the counter for balance and walked up the length of my torso, then back down a couple of times. She was obviously completely giddy.

She then stopped on my chest and put one booted foot right on my face and said, "Kiss my boots, Doormat".

I did as I was told, eagerly.

She switched boots and had me kiss the other. As I did so she looked down, Bent toward me a little and said, "For being so good today later on I'm going to let you lick my pussy real good."

She took her boot away spun around on my helpless body and kind of wound up back in that victory pose with a hand on her hip and one foot forward.

I was salivating looking up at her delicious derriere.

She looked down behind her at my face, squatted down just a bit, wiggled her ass and said "If you beg me real hard you can eat this too."

Just then we heard the door open back behind the shelves.

She walked off of me, being sure to step on my cock as she did.

I stood up just in time for the manager, Sharon, to walk over to the counter and say, "You can go Krista I'll take over up here" "Not much going on anyway."

She gave me a very funny look, then what seemed like a knowing nod to Krista and walked over and started checking the shelves.

Krista mouthed to me "I'll call you later" and went about punching out for the day.

When I stopped in the bathroom i flushed with embarrassment and saw what the manager was intrigued by. I had wet, dirty bootprints all over the front of me.

I made my way to my car, Feeling a mixture of physical pain, sexual frustration (I still never came) but total excitement.