From Soul To Sole 05

Episode 3: Hell Beneath Four Feet

0301 The Struggle

To Wuming's relief, Ivy did not come to university the following day, Friday.

He had entered his number into her phone, so contact still went only one way. She had his number; he did not have hers.

Friday and Saturday passed so quickly that Sunday was upon him almost before he knew it.

As the morning light entered his bedroom, Wuming stayed in bed, his heart cold as dead ash, unwilling to face the day ahead.

It was just then that a courier knocked at the door.

A few minutes later, he returned to his bedroom carrying a large rectangular box. It was black, with his name and address printed on the lid.

He stared at it, puzzled. He did not remember ordering anything online recently.

When he lifted the lid, the first thing he saw was a beautifully made card resting on a wrapping of white tissue paper. A fragrance rose from it, something he could not name but had often smelled in expensive clothes shops. In elegant handwriting, the card read:

To my darling little puppy,

Here is the symbol of your new identity. Bring everything in this box to the address below before 7 p. m. next Tuesday, and meet us there first:

Room XX, Victoria Hotel, No. xx, XX Road.

Please make sure everything fits beforehand. If anything needs altering, let me know straight away. My number is XXX.

Through those words, Wuming could almost see Ivy's innocent, mischievous smile.

But all that smile brought him now was a heaviness in his heart.

He had no desire to explore the contents of the box. He put the card back and replaced the lid.

Noon.

At the supermarket entrance, Wuming pushed against the stream of departing shoppers, made his way to the staff passage in the corner of the shop and climbed the stairs.

The walk should have taken only a few minutes. To him, it felt like centuries. By the time he reached the manager's office, he felt as though he had aged into a frail old man nearing the end of his life.

His heart was racing. His calves trembled. He knew that office would be his own place of torment.

The blinds were closed, with light seeping through the slats. A sign hung in the little pane of glass at the top of the door: Meeting in Progress. Do Not Disturb. He moved closer and listened, but the soundproofing was good. He could hear nothing inside. With no other option, he sat down on the bench in the corridor to wait.

Waiting.

He looked up at the dull grey ceiling. He felt like a condemned prisoner experiencing one last moment of solitude before his execution. Everything around him was quiet; inside, he could find no peace.

Five minutes later, the supermarket's announcement that it was closing for the day came over the loudspeakers. The noise downstairs gradually subsided.

Through the window, Wuming looked down at the empty shop floor. He could see only the staff leaving one by one. The cleaners should have been starting work by now, but apparently the supermarket had yet to hire a replacement since he had stopped working.

A harsh creak from the opening door broke into his thoughts. He stood instinctively, his heart suddenly beating faster.

The woman who emerged was a stranger.

Wuming took a good look at her. She was in her early thirties, with a maturity and composure that set her apart from Jessica. She wore a crisp business suit, her long black hair loose over her shoulders. She had deep blue eyes, red lips and white teeth. Beneath her skirt, her long legs were clad in black stockings; on her feet was a pair of sexy black patent-leather heels.

"Hello. Are you waiting for Jessica?"

She spoke politely. He caught a waft of expensive perfume.

"Oh, it's you! I'd forgotten!"

Jessica came out as well, looking surprised to see him.

Today she wore a pale pink woollen jacket, a white blouse, a short white skirt and nude stockings. Her white high heels were a different pair from last time, with silver detailing around the heels and toes.

"I..."

If he had known she had forgotten, he need not have come. Then again, if he had stayed away, any hope of collecting this month's wages would have gone with it.

"You... wait here a moment..."

Jessica turned to the other woman.

"Jo, I've just remembered something. Come back inside, please. We need to talk."

Jo gave Wuming a polite nod and a smile, then followed Jessica back into the office.

Once more, the door to his fate closed before him.

How much longer did he wait?

It was worse than torture. He felt like a man tied to the ground, staring at the sword of Damocles suspended above his head.

His heart was beating too wildly for him to sit still. He got up again and began to pace.

He thought about the stranger. Who was she?

Then, without meaning to, he found himself thinking about her black high heels. They were a classic style, without a single unnecessary embellishment. But the shape of the toe, the curve of the arch, the sheen of the patent leather--these were certainly no cheap sale shoes. They had touched some nerve in him, setting his heart racing at first sight.

When he realised where his thoughts had gone, he wanted to slap himself. Fantasising again. Hadn't this fetish brought him enough trouble already?

Two knocks on the glass caught his attention.

He turned towards the sound. Jessica had taken down the sign and was beckoning him inside.

The moment had come.

Wuming drew a deep breath, braced himself and pushed open the door.

The stranger sat in a chair directly facing the doorway, her legs crossed, looking perfectly at ease. Jessica perched on the desk. The scene reminded him of an interrogation room in a film.

"This is him, Jo!"

Jessica spoke to the other woman, ignoring Wuming altogether.

"Oh..."

The woman she called Jo looked him up and down, then beckoned.

"Come closer..."

Nervously, he took two steps forwards.

Jessica kicked a step stool towards him: a bucket-shaped thing on castors, used for reaching high shelves. It was no higher than his knees.

"Sit!"

Her tone allowed no argument.

Wuming sat down. He was so low that he might almost have been squatting.

"This is my friend, Jo," Jessica said. "You're in luck today. We're both going to play with you. Are you... willing?"

"As long as... you pay me my wages..." he murmured.

"Keep us both happy today, and of course you'll get your little bit of money..."

"Oh?" Jo glanced at Jessica. "So we're actually paying for a service? You always hear about men buying prostitutes. Today we're buying a foot slave?"

"Exactly. A straightforward transaction. Think of him as a present I've bought you. Use him all you like. Don't hold back!"

At the prospect of getting his wages, Wuming was overjoyed. But the price...

Jo's presence had overturned everything he had expected of the day. In truth, his impression of her was better than his impression of Jessica. Yet instinct told him that beneath the feet of these two she-devils, he might not escape his fate.

He was torn. Rationally, he did not want other people trampling on his body as they pleased. Yet his heart was full of longing for what they would do to him. He was even secretly thankful that Jessica had not made him choose between his wages and being trodden on by both women. Had she asked him now, he might well have chosen the latter.

Just then, Jo suddenly extended her leg, pointing her foot in its black high heel towards him.

"Ah..."

Wuming shrank back in alarm.

"Look how frightened you are..." Jo laughed, then turned to Jessica. "He's so sensitive. A virgin, is he?"

"That's right..." Jessica smiled.

"Don't be afraid..."

Jo moved her chair a little closer and held out her foot again.

"Are my heels pretty?"

"Yes... very..."

His eyes were wide, like a startled cat's.

"Well, then..."

Jessica stepped forwards too and raised her foot, making a little kick in his direction without touching him.

"Whose heels are prettier? Hers or mine?"

"Both... both are pretty..." he said timidly.

Jo lifted her foot again, this time resting it lightly on his knee.

"Do you want my feet or Jessica's?"

"Both... I want both..."

He spoke without thinking and immediately wished he had not.

"Both..." Jo laughed. "You look so shy. Who'd have thought you were that greedy?"

"You mean you want all four of our feet serving you?" Jessica asked coldly.

"No, no, no..."

He hurried to explain.

"I meant... I'd be serving all four of your feet..."

The words brought back the feeling of being toyed with by Jessica the other day. The despair of being utterly at someone else's mercy closed around him, leaving no room to breathe.

Both women burst out laughing.

Wuming let his head fall, giving up on himself. Yet a stir of excitement rose within him.

"I told you! He's a complete masochist. You should have seen how he writhed when I trod on him down there the other day. Like a proper little slut!"

Jessica began to imitate his moans. Wuming wanted to disappear with shame.

"Is--that--so?"

Jo caught his chin with the toe of her shoe, tilting his face up.

"I'd like to see him wriggle too..."

For a moment, the hardness of the shoe left him dazed. As he felt it beneath his chin and looked into Jo's sultry face, the waters of desire stirring within him began to overflow.

Without thinking, he raised both hands and cradled her foot in its high-heeled shoe.

"Look at him. So full of anticipation..." Jessica said with a sneer.

"Shh..."

Jo cut her off, raising a finger for silence. Then she leaned down and held Wuming's gaze for a moment. Her eyes moved to the foot he was holding, then to his crotch. Finally, she raised an eyebrow, as though to say: You know what I want. Go on.

His hands and feet went cold. The pounding of his heart filled his ears.

He hesitated. Then, slowly, he spread his legs and gently lowered the shoe he held onto the bulge in his trousers.

Jo immediately pressed down, grinding the sole against him.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed excitedly. "He's this worked up already?"

"Hard to believe, isn't it?"

Jessica came over and kicked him in the shoulder.

"He's barely touched your sole and he's already losing it. God put him on this earth to be trodden on, the worthless little sod."

"Gently. Don't frighten the little fellow..."

Jo spoke softly, but her foot pressed harder against his crotch.

Wuming was wearing loose tracksuit bottoms that day. Under the pressure of her foot, there was no hiding his body's response.

"Take your trousers off!" Jessica snapped.

"Shh..."

Once again, Jo cut her off. Then she turned to Wuming with a lovely smile.

"Well, then," she said gently, "take everything off..."

As she spoke, she ground her foot down hard once more, then lifted it.

0302 Samsara

Two sensations reached him at once, both cold and hard.

One came from behind him: the floor beneath his back. The other was the sole of Jo's high-heeled shoe.

"You're so hard down there!"

Jo's red lips parted slightly, the soft tip of her tongue passing over them. With that seductive look, she might have stepped straight out of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: a fox spirit in human form.

"Does my sole feel that good? One little touch and you're enjoying yourself this much?"

Before she had finished speaking, her other foot joined the first. Both began to rub against him.

Wuming plunged into a fog. He could make no sound except a low, inarticulate moaning.

"His tongue's useful too. Just the thing for cleaning shoes..."

Jessica had seated herself beside his head. She raised a foot and pressed it over his mouth.

"He's so obedient. Doesn't he even struggle?" Jo asked her.

"That's because I've already trained him..."

Jo raised an eyebrow.

"So he isn't a virgin. I had him wrong..."

"No, you had him right..." Jessica chuckled. "Last time, I stopped just before he came. Didn't give him what he wanted. I've deliberately kept him waiting these past few days..."

"That's... so cruel of you!"

Jo frowned and laughed, then leaned down towards Wuming.

"I could never do anything that cruel to you, sweetheart..."

With Jessica's foot over his mouth, he could not answer. He simply gazed at Jo's kind expression, feeling a warmth inside him.

"Today..." she continued, smiling, "I'm going to let you come as much as you like. Let you really indulge yourself for once..."

A shudder passed through him. Beguiling ripples stirred the pool of desire within him.

Just then, Jo stood and pulled her chair over to the wall.

"Don't lie there. Come over here... Yes, sit on the floor with your back against the wall."

Wuming said nothing. He got up and settled against the wall as she had instructed. When she gestured from side to side with her foot, he understood and spread his legs.

She nodded in satisfaction, pulled the chair between his legs and sat down again.

Then she planted a foot on his erection.

"Take your glasses off first..."

He had barely removed them before her other foot was on his face.

"There. Now you can feel the blessings of my soles from every direction!"

"You really... know how to play!" Jessica's voice drew closer.

"When I was at university, there was this guy with a foot fetish who was after me..."

As she spoke, Jo slowly stroked Wuming's face with her sole. His eyes had closed. He was lost in the world of sensation it opened to him.

"Look how much he's enjoying himself. You're far too gentle with him..." Jessica said.

"By the way, did that guy ever get you to go out with him?"

"I never said yes, but I never said no either. I just kept him dangling..." Jo spoke unhurriedly. "I wasn't about to date some pervert with a foot fetish. But I did rather enjoy using my feet to play with him..."

"Oh--and you call him a pervert! If you liked playing with him, doesn't that make you even more of one?" Jessica giggled. "So that's why you're so particular about the way a man positions himself when you play with him?"

"Yes! I remember one time, he was lying flat on his back on the floor. Looking at that blissful expression, I suddenly felt as though I was serving him. That's why I came up with having him sit like this. I could tread on his face and his groin at the same time without spreading my legs wide. And best of all, if I didn't like that look of pleasure, I could grind it right off his face..."

"Bloody hell..." Jessica looked impressed. "You really are a born sadist. You've turned treading on someone into a science..."

"Once he was sitting up, I could see his expressions so much more clearly. Whether he was humiliated or enjoying himself, it was all pleasure for me..."

"Wow!" Jessica actually applauded. "So what happened to your admirer in the end?"

"Nothing much. I kept playing with him until I finished university. After a while, though, I got bored doing it on my own, so I got my friends to join in."

"Group sessions? You were that wild at university? And your friends were all up for it?"

"It's all in how you do it. Usually, after we'd had a few drinks, I'd let something slip about how I played with men, as though it had just happened to come up. If they kept asking questions, and laughed when I told them, they were usually fine with it. Then, with the drink giving us a bit of courage, I'd dare them: 'If I rang him now and got him over here, would you dare to play with him?'"

"Who'd admit they were scared in front of everyone?" Jessica said excitedly. "And then? You actually called him over?"

"Of course. Once he heard I wanted to play with him, he'd come running whenever I called."

"Wasn't he fussy about who did it? From what I've seen, men with foot fetishes are all narcissists. Would he really be happy to have just anyone tread on him?"

"That wasn't up to him..." Jo gave a contemptuous laugh. "Once he arrived, I'd blindfold him, strip him, then tie his hands and feet. That way, my girlfriends could really let themselves go. We'd all play with him together, all night long, making him come over and over beneath our feet..."

"Oh, I wish I'd known you back then..."

"It's not too late now..." Jo laughed. "Let me tell you, once a man's come three times, his ammunition's pretty much gone. Make him come under your feet again and he'll just be shooting blanks. With a limp cock, too..."

"My God. You can make a man come four times under your feet?"

"You need breaks in between, of course. And you have to have control of his mind to manage it, especially the fourth time." Jo paused. "But the first two don't need a break. You can keep him hard and make him come twice in a row..."

"My God. You have to show me that today..."

"No problem!"

Jo lifted the foot from Wuming's face, glanced at him and sighed.

"God, that was well over ten years ago now. I got married after I graduated from university. I never did anything like that again..."

"But you're divorced now, aren't you? Now you can relive the old days."

With Jo's foot off his face, Wuming could see Jessica's ingratiating expression. He could not help wondering what sort of power relationship existed between the two women.

"Yes. Since the divorce, I've given up hope of finding a decent man. They're all brainless animals who think with their dicks. Under my feet, like this--that's where they belong..."

"Then enjoy a bit of that old youthful madness today."

"Exactly!"

Jo turned an excited gaze on Wuming. It left him both apprehensive and full of anticipation.

"I've got a suggestion..." Jessica said suddenly. "It's only noon. I've got nothing on this afternoon. Neither have you. And he..."

She noticed the head of his penis showing at one side of Jo's sole, so she pressed her foot onto it and ground it once. Wuming moaned.

"Even if he has plans, he doesn't get a say. You know that line in films, 'The night is young'? Well, our afternoon is young. The night's still in its wrapper..."

Something about the thought made her laugh.

"That's true. We've both got the day free. And we're here now..."

Jessica's suggestion had excited Jo.

"Like you were saying," Jessica went on, "we can tie him up later and take turns. Make him come under our feet at least four times today..."

Wuming's heart lost its rhythm. Suddenly he was afraid. He thought of getting up and running away, but his swollen erection held him fast where he sat.

So Jo was right...

He had to admit it, ashamed: men were brainless animals who thought with their dicks.

"Oh, look at his reaction..."

Jo felt the change beneath her foot. When she lifted it, his erection sprang into the air, bobbing as though pleading with her.

"Ha! You're in a class of your own, you shameless little slut!"

Jessica pressed his erection to the floor with her foot, then lifted it to watch it spring back up.

Both women burst out laughing.

"So you're looking forward to us playing with you?"

After a while, Jo gently pinned the head of his penis to the floor with the front of her sole. She raised her heel and turned her ankle. Wuming was so absorbed in the sensation that he did not even wipe away his drool.

"Since you like it so much, we won't let you go until you've come four times today. How's that?"

She gave his nose a playful poke with the toe of her other shoe.

"Yes... yes..."

He lifted that foot in his hands, pressed his face to its sole and breathed in deeply, as though he wanted to melt into it, to become part of what lay beneath her feet.

Then he would no longer have to worry about his NI number, work, his studies or his visa. He would not have to face Ivy. The promises she had made at university that day--the party, the mansion, the beautiful women--now seemed like legends from the ancient past.

"You've really tamed him!"

Jessica brought her chair over and sat beside Jo, looking at Wuming in surprise.

"He wasn't like this the first time I played with him. He looked so hard done by..."

"And what does he look like now?" Jo asked.

"Full of lust..."

"Ha..."

Jo laughed with delight.

"Like I said, men keep their brains down there. Step on that and all the blood in his body rushes to it. That's how I strip off his mask of virtue!"

"That's the best part of training a dog, isn't it? Teaching him to be a person all over again. No--a dog..."

"Exactly! I make him face what he wants deep down. He can't blame anyone else for any of this. In fact, he ought to be grateful we've agreed to tread on him..."

As she spoke, Jo began rubbing his cheek with one foot again.

"Let me give you some tender loving care today, my little darling."

"I can promise you'll be tender. Can't promise the love..."

Jessica raised her foot and pressed it against the other half of his face, moving it in time with Jo's.

"Look how his face twists under our soles. They're like a mould--we're reshaping him..."

Wuming looked at the excitement on the faces of the two beautiful women above him, at the two lovely legs extended towards him. He felt the great gates of his heart begin to loosen. Hidden currents poured through the gaps, forming eddies of every shape beneath the surface of his consciousness...

"What's this?"

Jo heard a wet squelching beneath her foot and lifted it to look. Long, sticky threads stretched from the sole of her shoe.

"Is he drooling? Ha! He's got his slobber all over your shoe!"

Laughing, Jessica stamped on Wuming's face. The back of his head struck the wall with a thud, and stars flashed before his eyes.

"It's so slippery. Now he's wet down there, I can't keep my foot on him."

Jo raised and lowered her foot experimentally. Each time, his penis slipped sideways from under it.

"Let me help you wipe it off..."

Jessica hooked the toe of her shoe beneath his erection and drew it upwards. With her other foot, she pressed it hard against his lower abdomen and ground down. When the sole grew slick with fluid and began to slip, she changed feet and went on.

"Look at the head of it, so round and plump, like an olive. It's so funny watching your sole flatten it..."

Jo bent her head, absorbed in the movements of Jessica's feet.

Jessica used more force than Jo. Her movements were rougher, and so was the tread of her shoes.

Yet Wuming did not find it painful. Instead, he was beginning to lose himself in the pleasure, his moans growing louder.

"Look, his eyes are rolling back..."

Jo laughed and raised a foot, pushing the heel into his mouth.

"You're not about to shoot already, are you? It's only been a few minutes."

"Don't forget, he's still a virgin..."

Jessica suddenly stamped down hard. Wuming gave a loud moan.

"He's so sensitive down there. When has anyone ever played with him this roughly?"

"Hey!"

Jo pulled the heel from his mouth.

"Look at you. You're on another planet, aren't you?"

His eyes suddenly opened wide. He seized the right foot she had withdrawn and took the entire toe of the shoe into his mouth. A loud, nasal moaning came from him as his body began to tense.

"You're so funny. Eating my shoe all by yourself..."

Jo did not seem concerned. She let him hold the toe in his mouth and placed her other foot on his face, slowly rubbing it as though in encouragement.

"I think he's about to come. Your turn!"

After another grinding movement, Jessica noticed his upper body beginning to shake. She lifted her foot, leaving the space below for Jo.

Understanding, Jo lowered her left foot onto the upper side of his erection and pressed it down against the floor.

The woman who had been so gentle suddenly bared her fangs. She pressed hard, pinning his genitals to the floor, then began to turn her ankle as he cried out in pain. Stars filled his vision. He begged her for mercy, over and over.

"Quiet..."

Jo pushed harder with her right foot, driving the toe of the shoe deeper into his throat. Her left foot lifted a little without her thinking, and his erection rose with it, held against the sole.

"Ha! You really can't bear to part with my sole, can you?"

She stamped it back to the floor.

"Then let me give you some tender loving care with these high heels!"

She raised her foot a third time and stamped down. Then a fourth...

"Mmph... mmph..."

With Jo's right shoe filling his mouth, Wuming's nostrils flared wide. His body shook without stopping, whether from fear or excitement he could not tell.

At the sixth stamp, his body began to convulse. His muffled cries came in rhythmic pulses, each higher and more urgent than the last.

Jo laughed, looking down excitedly.

A thick white liquid was seeping slowly from beneath her sole.

Her eyes gleamed. She leaned forwards, shifting some of her weight onto that foot, as though she meant to press his penis into the ground.

Wuming kept convulsing. One wave, then another...

As the fluid pooled beneath Jo's foot, the spasms began to slow.

"I'm not letting you stop!"

She pulled her right foot from his mouth and stood up, putting her entire weight onto the left foot pinning his genitals. Then she began twisting roughly at the waist.

A flash of brilliant light passed before his eyes. His genitals felt as though they had been crushed. A thin thread of ache ran inwards from his groin, spreading rapidly through him like the roots of a tree.

He felt his body disappear. In that white light, he became a mass of energy. It gathered, then burst apart...

When he came to himself, he found his arms wrapped tightly round Jo's foot where it pressed on his thigh, his face held close against it.

"I can't take any more. Please don't tread on me again. I really can't..."

He was begging aloud.

"Keep coming!"

Jo pushed his head aside with her knee, lifted her foot and stamped on his genitals again and again. His wails filled the office. With each fall of the shoe, white fluid spurted out like toothpaste squeezed from a tube.

Jessica could only stare.

"Oh. My. God!"

When Wuming finally lay back, drained, she looked at Jo in astonishment.

"You... you've trodden the rest of his lifetime's semen out of him!"

Jo laughed, looked down at Wuming and gave his genitals a light kick.

"Did that feel good?" she asked.

"Good... so good..."

He was breathing hard, his eyes half closed. He seemed dazed in the aftermath of orgasm.

"Let him rest a bit. We'll have round two later..."

As the sound of heels receded, the office fell quiet again.

Once he had caught his breath, Wuming sat up and rubbed his numb genitals.

After the violent stamping of the high heels, they were painfully sensitive. Even a gentle touch of his own hand brought a burning sting.

"That Jo... she really doesn't hold back..."

He had thought Jo was the gentler of the two. He had never imagined she would turn so cruel at the end.

What baffled him most, though, was her composure. How could she be so ruthless with someone she had only just met, and remain so perfectly at ease?

Through this encounter, Wuming had dimly sensed something deeply hidden in Jo--a pure form of evil.

It was like a long fishing line, one end hooked into Jo's soul, the other into the desire buried deep within him. And now it had been drawn above the surface, dripping wet, exposed for everyone to see...

And what chilled Wuming most was the clarity with which he understood:

He himself

was deeply drawn

to that pure evil.