It was the tap, tap, tap of toe against groin that made him want to squirm.
He held as still as possible. An errant drop of sweat worked its way down his cheek, traced the tension of muscle on jaw.
"Don't make me press harder."
He bared his teeth. Couldn't help it, as the toe of her stiletto sank another millimeter.
He didn't grunt. He was proud of himself.
Grinding his teeth together, he stared at the ground where her five inch spike met wood. It was sinking in there too, marking the surface. He would not -
"Give?"
Tried to move his head, to communicate, but his body shook. Heaven, he was that close.
Mouth opened in fish-like welcome as she thrust a previously worn stocking with its black seam into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around the bounty, teeth grateful to have something to gnaw, and his lips, Damn! his lips hugged the stocking like it was a lifeline.
Eyes were drawn back to the shoe, stuffed in his groin. He wanted to groan with the delight, the pressure on his groin, so hard, he wanted to leap away, but this was the preliminary, and the stocking an appetizer. Sucking on the length, sweet silk that had lain in the stiletto with black leather straps named Purity, he did groan.
She pulled the foot.
Body cradled over from the loss of contact, knees slammed into wood as hands slapped forward. Impact reverberated through his body with a crack of pain.
"Ah, all hunger. Resume."
Body rolled immediately back into the squat. Legs split wide, as eyes cast down, to reveal himself.
"Wish those boxers were tighter." She leaned, and the words tickled over his neck and ear. "Love you, in tight white boxers. Purity and hunger, wrapped in one. Mmmm, my favorite."
Any ground he lost with the fall was regained. Words punctuated with a thrust of her spike into his cock.
It hit root. The spot shivered with pain and threat, the heel severing through, which made his body clench with heat and dread.
Sharp nails dug the stocking from his mouth, scored the edge of lip. A line of saliva followed. She wiped it, cleaned him, before running nails over his chin and raising his eyes.
Spike pressed. "It's not yours, is it?"
"No, Mistress."
"Who does this belong to?"
Lips mouthed the word "Mistress."
Succinctly, he saw her say "Release!"
Knees hit, as he pulled shoe against groin. The spike was adjusted as his hands worked the heel, foot and naked bent of toes around that which was both exposed and covered.
Pain arced through his body on a river run of pleasure as he came.
Spurted shoe, flesh, wood and self - so violently - he had to stop from pulling her down on top of him.
As panting ceased. The toe nudged, revealed life yet.
"Purity and hunger are indeed wrapped as one. Very good, my pet. Shall we play another game?"
Originally Published June 2006: Sexy, Strange & Strangely Sexy