Slave Bob and the Martial Arts Lady (Pt.1): The Beginning
Slave Bob and the Martial Arts Lady
A story by Kicked72
Part 1 (The Beginning): Born-Again Slave
Prologue: Enter the Dragoness
She was a top-class female secret agent – and an expert in martial arts – specialised in fighting organised crime. On a mission on Italian territory, she managed to infiltrate the headquarters of a big Mafia family during a secret summit. Disguised as a hostess, she entered the mob’s assembly room to attack the bosses and their thugs with her martial arts skills. Despite being armed with guns, knives and all kinds of weapons, the mobsters couldn’t do anything against a female martial artist who was fighting with her bare hands and feet. Shocked by the fact that one single unarmed woman was having the best of all of them, the Mafiosi desperately tried to stop her with their typical treacherous tactics: cowardly as they were, they even tried to attack her in groups and from all sides, but none of them was able to lay a single blow on the female warrior. Instead, she destroyed each one of them with her lethal kicks, beheading their centuries-old crime organisation in just one evening. It was an impressive show of power by anyone's standards, but for the deadliest secret agent in the world it was just another day at work...
The Sound of Silence
With a cold and determined look on her face, she was now scanning the assembly room with her eyes, making sure that none of the criminals had survived. Several mafiosi lied dead on the floor around her. The Capo dei Capi was actually laying face up between the woman's feet and the table. The young lady had demolished him with a spectacular display of bone-crushing kicks. She was now finishing the job by smothering the mafioso under her pantyhosed feet while standing on his body. Her toes were piercing his throat and blocking the man's breath: that's how the life of the middle-aged mafia boss was inexorably ending, under the punishing feet of a young female justice warrior. As she could feel the boss exhaling his last breath under her soles, the lady looked incredibly elegant, powerful and fierce. She was using a once powerful man's lifeless body as a pedestal, while standing on the big table in the centre of the large and luxurious room, surrounded by her victims. It was an impressive image of female superiority: here is a beautiful, strong, and smart woman, triumphant over the machismo of the big mafia bosses! 27 fully armed male criminals had fought united against one single bare-handed female martial artist that day: in the end, the young unarmed female came out as the winner. When the news will spread, her legend as the deadliest martial arts secret agent ever will grow even stronger, inspiring woman fighters all over the world and spreading terror among male criminals. She had done it again, she had erased another crime organization with her lethal skills. She was aware that each time she left a room full of dead criminals behind her, the world became a little better. That deadly silence in a room after a brutal fight, that silence that she experienced so many times before, was not only the proverbial quiet after the storm: it was the Sound of Justice.
A Little-Big Surprise
Just as that satisfying and
familiar feeling was beginning to sink in and she was ready to leave the
premises, she heard a painful moan coming from somewhere in the hall. Her eyes
widened in disbelief: that noise could only come from one of the men she had
just defeated! How could one of them manage to survive the fury of her deadly
feet? To her great surprise though, she clearly was not the only person left
alive in the Mafia assembly hall...
She had been trained to track the location of even the slightest noise, so she
promptly turned her head towards one corner of the room, where a very big man
was sitting with his back against the wall: his legs were spread open and his
head was reclined on his chest. Shockingly, he was still breathing despite the
savage beating she had inflicted him. He was the first mobster she faced when
she entered the room. He was not one of the big bosses, but he was an
experienced hitman and a ruthless assassin: he was no match for her though and
she immediately pummelled him into a bloody mess with her kicks. It was a
one-sided beatdown from the beginning: she unleashed a perfect display of
martial arts destruction on the big man. It was almost surreal to see a young
and pretty girl easily inflicting so much punishment on such a large and
imposing brute. It was like watching a graceful and flexible female
gymnast mercilessly demolishing a giant sumo wrestler. He was big, tall
and armed to his teeth, so she had to put extra power into her kicks while
fighting him. But apparently, she hadn’t finished her job...
Baffled and slightly bemused, she stepped down from the dead boss’s body and
jumped down from the table. Looking like a panther confidently approaching an
already injured prey, she started walking towards the only breathing male in
the house. Unable of raising his head from his chest, the battered thug could
only see her pantyhosed feet slowly coming towards him. The mere sight of her feet approaching made him start shaking with fear. The martial arts lady smirked at the visible distress of this formerly cruel assassin who was now terrified by her sexy feet. The mobster's fright was perfectly justified though: not only she had beaten him to within an inch of his life, but from his corner he had just watched this young woman exterminate 26 ultra-violent and notorious criminals by herself, using no other weapon but her deadly feet. Until today, he used to laugh at the stories of the mysterious female martial arts agent who was erasing all the most powerful mafia families of the world one by one. In his machismo, he thought it was just Feminist propaganda: now he had learned the hard way that it was all true and that this legendary dragoness was even deadlier than what he had heard of. Actually, until a few seconds before that undefeatable woman decided to unleashed her feet of fury on his clan, he and the other assemble mafiosi were still making sexist comments and gross remarks about how incredibly hot the new hostess was. The men were boasting out loud
about how they were going to take turns at raping her after the meeting: they
all laughed, thinking that they were going to get away with the abuse, and
maybe murder of yet another woman. That was the way the gangsters dealt their
female escorts, that was their consideration of women; to them they were just
objects that had to be used, abused and disposed of with carelessness and
contempt. Until she was undercover, the martial arts lady pretended to be coyly
embarassed by the gangsters' sexist jokes: she played the part of the
submissive female prey. In her mind, she was anticipating the shocking and
merciless retribution that she was about to unleash on these cowards: she could
not wait to take off her shoes and commence her destruction of these evil
bastards, but she had learned to be patient. Alone, she endured the
harassment of 27 men, making them believe that she was ready to be abused by
their machismo: actually she was already taking mental notes of which ones
among the Mafiosi she was going to make suffer and humiliate the most that night,
before killing them under her punishing feet. When she decided that it was time
to attack, there was no way to stop her for the mafiosi, not even
with their multiple firearms: she was absolutely devastating. In a matter of
minutes, these once arrogant men found themselves begging for the mercy of the
same hot woman that they wanted to rape and abuse: needless to say, she took
particular pleasure in offing them with her kicks. They wanted to dispose of
her but, to their shock and bewilderment, she had easily disposed of all of
them instead: and she did it alone, like the brave and unstoppable warrior she
was. From the corner of the room to which the martial arts lady had sent him
flying with her last kick to his head, the big man had seen the entire massacre
unfold before his swollen eyes: on her own, that woman had just kicked to death
some of the most dangerous criminals in the world, making each one of them prey
for their life at her feet before inflicting them the final blow. He had never
been so terrified in his entire life. And now that unrelenting female avenger
was walking towards him to finish him off: he knew there’s nothing he could do
against her. Unbeknownst to him though, she had different plans...
The Lady and the Brute
When he saw the pretty feet of
the deadly woman stopping between his legs, the brute started whining like a
dog, begging not to be beaten anymore.‘What a pathetic loser’ - she
thought.
Looking down on him with a smile on her face, she started clapping her hands
very slowly, without saying a word.
She quit her sarcastic applause to address the broken men at her feet. ‘Congratulations,
you are the first man who survived me in all these years’- when he heard
the woman's voice the massive man’s shivering increased visibly - ‘But
why are you crying big macho man? Are you afraid of these? – she
pointed at her feet- ‘Awwwww, look at you! So cute! Such a tall, big,
strong macho shivering with fear at the sight of a woman’s feet! – she
teased him - 'Well, after what they have done to you and your scumbag
friends, I can’t say that you are wrong. You should be very afraid of these
feet. You know, I like to refer to them as W.O.M.M.S., which stands for Weapons
of Mass Male Destruction: indeed, I have already sent a few hundred men to hell
with these pretty feet. I'm certainly doing my bit in reducing the world's male
population - she laughed - In particular, I take a lot of
pleasure in cleansing the planet from chauvinist macho dickheads like yourself.
What can I say? It's a dirty job but someone's got to it...I only hope that one
day, when women will rightfully rule the earth, my contribution to the
extermination of rapey males like you will be recognised - she sighed
ironically and then continued- 'until that day I guess that I only have
to keep on killing men with these lethal feet of mine like there's no
tomorrow...and actually there is no tomorrow but only for you and your kind my
dear! - amused by her own train of thoughts she laughed once
again and then reprised her speech- 'Now that I kicked your ass and
vanquished all your little friends you are not cracking jokes about raping me
anymore are you? But let me guess…you would have never believed that
someone like me could do this to someone like to you, did you? Don’t worry
dumbass, I like giving little surprises to sexist assholes. Actually, it has
always been the last surprise of their life...but you...you survived. I must
admit you have shocked me by not dying under my blows! It’s a first time for
me. This is why I want to share with you an idea that I’ve been caressing for
some time’
The ravishingly beautiful woman warrior paused for a second and then reprised
her speech: ‘So, listen to me carefully, scumbag, because I don’t like to
repeat myself. Is that clear?’
Without raising his head from his chest, the big man replied with another
muffled groan as he could not articulate any words through his broken teeth,
destroyed ribs and swollen lips. Slightly annoyed, the woman put the toes of
one foot under the man's chin and pushed his big head up so that she could look
into his blackened eyes: ‘Hey scumbag! Didn’t they teach you good
manners at Mafia school?’ she teased him again, always smiling
superiorly - ‘When you speak to a lady you have to make yourself
understood!’. As she scolded him in such a sassy way, she pointed her
martial arts toes into the soft tissue under his fat chin raising his head
further up. The thug felt like her toes were cutting through his skin and sent
out another worried moan of pain. A pretty but strong female foot was
supporting - almost impaling actually - the huge head of a beaten down, massive
man. She was aware of how sassy and surreal the situation was, but she always
liked to play with these criminals’ minds. It gives them a taste of their own
medicine: humiliation, fear and helplessness.
She decided that she wanted to play with him some more: ‘What is your name again? I don’t think we have been introduced yet. Well I have well
introduced you to my feet, but that’s another matter…’
The thug could only reply with another undecipherable moan: ‘MGHMGGMMM’
‘OK, OK - she told him dismissingly- don’t worry about it,
douchebag. I don’t care about your fucking name anyway and probably you will
not need one for much longer, especially if you don’t pay attention to what I’m
about to tell you.’
A Second Chance
The martial arts agent
proceeded to present the thug with her plans for his future: ‘As you
can see, I’m a very independent and busy woman. I’m always travelling around
the world killing pieces of shit just like you with my martial arts skills.
Disposing of bastards of your kind makes me a lot of money but it also takes
most of my time, so I have little left to take care of my nice house, my cars
and my private life in general. That is another reason why I not only enjoy
beating the shit out of you guys, but I also like to make you suffer before I
kill you: you take too much of my pleasure time and make my life way too
hectic!’
As she spoke, she was getting angrier and angrier: she wanted to make him feel
how annoyed she was by this situation. She removed her toes from under his chin
and pointed them straight into his throat. She was now pinning him to the wall,
crushing the big man’s Adam’s apple, chocking him and sending shockwaves of
pain to his broken neck.
When he was about to pass out, she slightly reduced the pressure on his neck,
allowing him to breathe a little bit. With a calmer tone, she continued:
‘Nevertheless, having a servant like you around the house would be the
solution for a lot of my problems. In this way, you could at least repay me for
the bother of having to come to your country to kick your ass! Actually, you
could also be useful for another purpose…I have delivered some of my most
legendary - and lethal - kicks to your stupid head and body and yet you are
still breathing: you surprised me, big fat asshole!’ – she laughed before going on – ‘It took me much less than that to slaughter the
rest of your pathetic friends and Mafia family members. That means you are very good at taking blows. And since you have been the first one who survived
my kicks since the beginning of my career, I have decided to take this as a
sign of destiny. Actually, I need a new ‘Bob’ dummy for my martial arts
training: having a flesh and blood one who only deserves a daily dose of kicks
because he’s a fucking criminal would further motivate me to practice and
improve my training sessions.’
She took a brief pause before she finally introduced him with her proposal:
‘So, are you ready to become my servant and my kicking Bob for the rest of
your life? I am being very generous with you, but only because you have proven
to be able to take a lot of punishment: this had earned you the luxury of a
second chance at life. That's right, you owe your survival only to the fact
that you are really good at getting your ass kicked by a woman who's half your
size: that must be very flattering for the ego of an Italian stallion like you,
hahaha - she laughed heartily at her own relentless teasing of the
wrecked man at her feet - Actually you should be honoured to be offered
the unique position of human kicking bag for the most lethal feet in the world.
But I'm sure that by now you have realised how deadly my feet can be. Consider
yourself very lucky, because I have never given this opportunity to no-one so
far. So here are your options: you can die now, or you can become my servant
and live as long as I want you to live.’
Her words tore through the criminal’s brain like bullets of humiliation but he
had no choice: he could only accept his destiny as this superior woman was
reshaping it for him.
‘I’ll make it very easy for you – she continued - If you
want to die just say nothing and I will drive my toes through your throat and
end your miserable life in the next few seconds.'
She paused for a second, to give him the time to form a mental picture of this possible painful and humiliating death. Then she continued:
‘But if you want to live… just say ‘I’m ready to serve you my lady!’ and I
will take you home, make sure you recover from this beating and let you serve
me as long as I’m pleased with you. It can be forever or just for a few days.
It depends on how well you will be able to service me. Understand? So tell me,
what is your choice, dumbass?’
In his devastated condition and with her deadly toes piercing through his
Adam’s apple, the humiliated criminal tried to utter a sentence, but all that
he could come up to was something that sounded like: ‘MMMMRTSSSUUMMM’
‘What did you just try to say?’ - she scolded him again - ‘you
know what? You are already starting to annoy me and when I’m annoyed I get very
dangerous, as you could see. But luckily for you, I’m in a good mood today so -
since words are not your forte - let’s see if you can use your mouth to express yourself in other ways’
She removed her foot from his throat and put it in front of his face, so that
the upper arch was in front of his eyes and her pointed toes were positioned
just under his lips. As graceful as a prima ballerina, she balanced
on one leg, while the other was bent at the knee so that her irresistible foot
was right in front of the man's face. Then she spoke again: ‘See these
toes? They are pretty, aren't they? Bu as you know, they can easily send you to
join your dead friends in the hell where you belong: I just need to apply a
little pressure on you throat and you are gone. Arrivederci, ciao, ciao,
ok?’
Another pathetic whine of terror from the Mafioso followed her
words. He knew that she was speaking the truth.
‘Or – she continued nonchalantly – you can accept my
proposal of eternal servitude by kissing my feet and showing the respect and
devotion they deserve. Don’t ever forget what they have done to you and your
little Mafia family!’
She did not need to ask twice: it was a no brainer for the thug. He’d much
rather be the slave of a beautiful woman who had proven to be clearly superior
to him than die there on the spot. Only one hour ago, before she had beaten
him, he would have never even imagined he would end up in this situation: but
now everything had changed, and his life was literally hanging from her toes.
Psychologically, he already was this incredible woman’s slave for life.
The name is Bob…Slave Bob
To make his choice as clear as
possible to the lady, the thug started kissing her female punisher’s toes, as
his life depended on it: funnily enough, his life actually depended on it…
He was kissing the feet who had beaten and humiliated him: the feet of a
woman.
He was kissing the pantyhose she had been fighting in all day, salty with her
own sweat and stained with the blood of her enemies.
Now she was sure that he was completely terrified by her and that he will make
an obedient slave, albeit with some more training. He would never try to escape
or attack her mistress: he was too afraid of her. Even if he managed to escape
he was now shamed forever in the macho Mafia world: he belonged to the clan which had been singlehandedly destroyed by a woman. His honour was irreparably lost. Not
even his mother would accept him again: he was as good as dead to them.
‘Good job! I see that I have kicked some sense into your stupid brain – she said
with a smile – I hope you get used to kissing these feet as you will be doing a
lot of that in the remainder of your sorry life!’
Look how pathetic you are, you make me want to make a video of you so that
everyone, including what is left of your family, will see their powerful son
creeping at the feet of the woman who destroyed him. What a glorious end!!!’
She took out her phone and filmed him while he was passionately kissing her
feet.
‘I will keep this little video in store and if I feel like it I will put in
on Youtube, one day: what do you think? I’m sure it will go viral, hahaha’.
While the woman was flagging him with her sarcastic words, an irresistible wave
of shame rose into him: but that only made him want to worship her more. Who
was this devil woman who had completely crushed his world with her feet? Where
did she come from? One thing was for sure: his former life had ended there. The
world will soon know that his family had been destroyed by a woman. He could
never return to public life or to his home, he was a dead man walking: he could
only die or accept the new life that this incredible female had in mind for
him. He felt like he could only submit to her superiority and actually he
started to feel an irresistible attraction for that prospect. As his ego and
body were being destroyed he felt like he had finally found his most intimate
reason to live: all that he wanted to do now was to lick and kiss the deadly and
beautiful feet of his new ruler. The only place where he could or wanted to be
for the rest of his life was under her bare soles. The female martial agent
knew all that very well: she knew that being destroyed by a woman was a
devastating blow to the chauvinistic mind of a Mafioso. To her,
demolishing patriarchal structures like the Mafia and crushing
male egos under her martial arts feet was the most enjoyable aspect of her
missions against the mob.
Now that she had completely erased his former personality, the deadly woman
knew it was time to mold the new identity of her servant: ‘Now you only
need a new name, don’t you? I’m a classy lady and I can’t just call you scumbag
when I need your services!’ – she said while stroking her chin.
‘Ok, I got it!’ - she said enthusiastically - ‘you will be
called Bob Slave: you are going to be my kicking Bob dummy so your first name
will be Bob. And you will also be my personal slave so, Slave will be your
surname! Simple and easy no? What do you think Bob?’
As a reply, her brand-new slave could only let out another pained moan.
‘Fine Bob, I’m glad you like it because this is the beginning of your new
life! And remember to always serve me obediently or I will kill you and replace
you as soon as I find someone else who can take punishment as well as you. I
meet and defeat douchebags like you every day. I have plenty of choice,
remember!’. While hearing her tease him in this way, the thug put even more
devotion in kissing the woman’s deadly feet. She shook her head, smirking
confidently. Under one hand, she was now convinced that he definitely was the
perfect slave for her. On the other hand, even if she was used to doomed men
humiliating themselves at her feet, she couldn’t believe how quickly she had
turned a ruthless mafia sicario into a female martial foot
creep. From now on, the feet of the woman who destroyed his body and erased his
mind were going to be the one and only object of Bob's devotion as well as his
sole sexual desire, as a huge swelling in his groin clearly showed. Indeed,
despite his mental distress and incredible physical pain, Bob's penis had become
rock hard under his pants while he was worshipping the fearsome feet of his new
mistress. The woman who had just inflicted him the most ferocious beating was
also causing him the most powerful erection he had ever experienced. He was
simultaneously scared, confused and aroused by the devastating impact that this
unstoppable young female was having on him: even if she had spared his
biological existence, she most surely had erased his previous life and identity
under her feet. Bob had just met the martial arts lady, but her footprints were
already indelibly stamped all over Bob's brain. This was no surprise for the
secret agent girl: the male brain is primitive, predictable and weak and she
knew how to take advantage of its repetitive mechanisms very well. Early on in
her life, she realised that the desire to kneel at the feet of a powerful woman
was lying dormant in the deep subconscious recesses of each man's cerebrum: in
order to bring that submissive nature to the surface, all that it took was a
sound and savage beatdown delivered by a barefoot female fighter. She
also knew instinctively that it was essential that she defeated her male
opponents with loads of kicks and that she fought them without shoes on her
feet: being vanquished by bare female feet made human males understand that
their natural place in life was right under the soles of a woman. Punishment by
the female foot was indeed a potent reminder of the primordial order of the
glorious Matriarchal age, before men usurped women's natural rule over the
earth with their treachery and cowardice. But now the tables had turned and the
Martial Arts Lady with her lethal feet was the unstoppable messenger of a new, inevitable
female world order. Slave Bob was going to experiment life under a woman's
rule: judging by how passionately he was kissing and licking his mistress's
feet, he was more than ready for his new life and for the future of
society. The female warrior looked down
on her new slave with a mixture of pity and contempt in her eyes. Bob had been
devotedly worshipping the young woman's foot for several minutes now. She
told him ‘Enough with the toe kissing Bob! Oh my God, you're so
pathetic...Actually, besides not letting me down as a slave and a kicking bag,
there’s another thing you must never do’ - she took a little pause before delivering her
next line – ‘Don’t ever fucking bore me!’. As soon as she finished
her sentence, the lady brutally removed her foot from Bob’s adoring lips. Fast
as lightning, she bent her leg and delivered a vicious snap-kick to her male
worshipper's temple. As soon as the upper arch of her exquisite foot connected
with his temple, Bob passed out immediately and his big head fell back on his
chest. He was out cold now and he was going to remain in that state for a very
long time. At this point, the martial
arts lady's job was almost finished for the day.'26 male pigs dead, plus one
turned into a lifetime slave: not bad, I must admit. Let's call it another
victorious day in the fight against the patriarchy' she thought to
herself, as she smiled sarcastically. The woman then looked at her
sweaty, ripped and bloody nylon pantyhose and sighed: she could not wear it
anymore. But her creative mind came up with another use for her ruined nylons.
Giggling at her own crazy idea, she took her pantyhose off and curled it into a
ball in her hands. Then she bent down and rudely shoved the pantyhose right
into Bob's semi-opened mouth: she left it there, as a memento for Bob of the
tremendous beatdown he just received from a woman. After all, it was a life
changing event for him: a little souvenir of such an important day can be a
nice thing to keep. When he will wake up, Bob will immediately be reminded of
what had happened - and of his new condition - by the fragrance of the
pantyhose in his mouth. She will treat him like her own personal dustbin from
now on: he better learn to take care of his mistress's rubbish fast, if he
wanted to become a good house slave. However, Bob's humiliation on the first
day of his new life was not over yet...While stuffing her slave's broken mouth
with her dirty pantyhose, one of the martial arts lady's feet was casually
resting on his crotch: while she was enjoying a close-up of Bob's nylon stuffed
face, she suddenly felt a sticky semi liquid substance under her naked toes.
Grossed out, she stepped back only to find that a large semen stain had
appeared on Bob's crotch: it was clearly visible through his trousers. Even
after its owner had been knocked out by the Martial Lady's malicious kick to
the temple, the massive man's penis clearly could not help but pay homage to
the formidable feet of his Mistress with an abundant ejaculation. She shook
her head and smirked: her slave had released himself after she had already
kicked his lights out. It was clear that her command over Bob already extended
way beyond the realm of his consciousness. As she casually wiped her cum wet
toes on Bob's face and body, she spoke softly to him almost as if he was a
child whom she had just sent to sleep: 'Dear slave, you are so gross, weak
and hopeless: I have a feeling that this will not be the last time that
you'll uncontrollably cream in your pants for my feet'. Obviously he could
not hear her words...Then, amused by the surreal sight of a big man knocked out
on the floor with a pair of female stockings hanging from his mouth and a huge
semen stain on his crotch, the lethal secret agent lady laughed again. 'Life
can be so funny!', she thought: only one hour ago, this guy was an almighty
mafia hitman who inspired fear in his enemies, but in a matter of minutes his
entire existence had been completely crushed, destroyed and reshaped by the
feet of a young female martial arts expert. When he will wake up, he will be
born again…born-again as her faithful Slave Bob!
Great first effort, story was excellent and the action description fantastic! Hope there is more coming in the future. Cheers, Steve
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for reading my story and for your kind words about my writing Steve! I am very glad to know that you've enjoyed the first chapter of the Slave Bob and the Martial Arts Lady saga: I will post the second instalment soon. My plan is to post a new story each month. Cheers!
DeletePS: your blog is amazing Steve! Congratulations!
DeleteThanks for the compliment on my blog, much appreciated. Stick to it here, you have lots of talent and a great theme. Don't expect much feedback from either readers here at at Runboard, but don't let that getyou down, I have the same expereience. Just write what you like, what makes you happy. Look forward to reading more adventures here. Cheer, Steve
DeleteThe compliments are well deserved! Thank you for your advice. These stories mean a lot to me, so I will certainly try to persevere: I've always loved strong and ruthless martial arts women and I've had these fantasies all my life. I'm happy to have found a creative outlet for this passion of mine through this blog. Cheers, K.
DeleteHi, really nice story, fully aligned with my fantasies.
DeleteThank you so much for you comment Cee666. I'm very glad to know that you liked my first story! Stay tuned for more! Cheers, K.
DeleteMy model is a mature woman with a fit body who likes to fight dressed with kimono jacket only, stockings and high heeled shoes. I would like to share with you some images dealing with this subject. If you agree, this is my mail: ce68cocco@gmail.com. Regards.
ReplyDeleteamazing story we have the same fetish ..pantyhose are the symbol of female supremacy
ReplyDeletei think that every feminist expert in self defense and martial arts should fight while wear sheer tan pantyhose!
Thank you for reading my story and for sharing your thoughts about it! I am very glad to know that you liked it: I absolutely love to write about female martial arts experts fighting barefoot or in pantyhose...and mercilessly defeating and humiliating men!
DeleteNot bad. If this is your first effort then even more so. You focus on the psychological aspect, the emotions involved. The establishment of superiority. You do it very well. I enjoyed the story. I would hope in future you would add more physical description. When I write stories like this, which I do fairly regularly but never shared, my girls always keep their shoes on. At least in the beginning. They love to kick guys in the groin and later humiliate them with stocking feet on face. It's interesting to see the way different guys approach these type of stories. Anyway, looking forward to the next installment. You've been linked by one of the more popular female fighters online so I imagine you will see an uptick in visits.
ReplyDeleteHi, I am really glad to know that you have appreciated my story. Yes, this is the first story I have ever shared: I've already written a few more though and my plan is to publish a selection of them in the future. Originally, they were conceived as scripts for videos, but then I thought that they could perhaps stand on their own as short stories, albeit after some revision. It's not easy for me to pull off, since English is not my native language, but I'm trying my best. Yes, I do like my female fighters to be barefoot or wearing just pantyhose with no shoes. The next chapters should include more physical description and action, I hope you will enjoy them. Your themes sound really interesting, from your description. I hope one day you will publish your stories too, so that we will be able to enjoy them! Cheers!
DeleteI prefer barefoot girls too we have exactly the same fetish thank you for this story it's one of the best i've read.
ReplyDeleteThank you Elph! Your comment means a lot to me, it's great encouragement to continue! I will post a new chapter soon which is very much along these lines. I hope you will enjoy it!
DeleteI am a brazilian and have a hard experience with a capoeira fightter . She give a lesson with her feet that I never forget! Crystal is her name and her litlle feet are deadly and delicious! Soon I will tell you what this 22 years girl do to a man of 38 using only her bare feet.
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