A State of Grace (fiction)

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It's not finished yet... it's getting there...

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Another fabulous piec of writing. Well done! I'm hoping for some destruction of expensive pumps.

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Thanks mate! We shall see... for now though you will have to put up with them getting ruined in Sandys pussy

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Well it's finally here. Hope it lives up to the hype!


Part 8

"Now that I have punished you," Grace told Sandy, still panting, "and now that the sneaker Tom was meant to cum in is no more, I think its time he started to fill your Superstar." She looked at Tom, "we'll go on, let my Niece make you cum."

Tom walked over to where Sandy was seated and, with no encouragement this time, she took her sneaker, loving the feel of the warm white leather in her hand and the hot, throbbing cock within. She stroked the sneaker on him slowly, up and down.

"Hmmm, that looks nice," Grace sighed, "now slave, I want you to suck on that textured toecap as if you were giving him a blow job."

Sandy looked at her aunt in surprise. Jerking him off was one thing, but sucking him off something else entirely. Still, she thought, he was wearing her sneaker like some kind of sexy, leather Superstar condom, so it's not like she would be in actual contact. Besides, her pussy was throbbing at the thought of it.

"Do I need to punish you again?" Grace ran the knife gently up over the toe of the Superstar she had been fucking herself with, "I don't want to, but I will punish your Superstar if I have to." A small lie - she really did want to, but she wanted to keep the act of destruction of her nieces shoes as a kind of treat, to be dealt out sparsely. Of course she could afford to replace Sandy's shoes, and would, of course, but that wasn't the point. The point was the excitement, the not knowing when. That said, she was feeling particularly horny, and she knew when she got into that state, all bets were off.

"Yes mistress, I mean no mistress," Sandy smiled, leaned forwards and took to toe of the Superstar on Toms cock into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the sole under the toe and her teeth bit gently into the soft rubber toecap where she felt Toms cock shift beneath. She maintained pressure and slid the sneaker up and down on his shaft, moaning with pleasure.

Tom bit down on his sneaker gag, his eyes closing and his back arching as he came deep into the toe of Sandy's Superstar.

"Oh god that's so hot," Sandy murmured as she felt his cock discharging within her sneaker. She began licking her Superstar like a lollipop, she had to caress every surface with her tongue, or at least everything the poked out of the top of Toms shorts.

"What was that, slave?" Grace was panting again and Sandy swivelled her eyes to see her other Superstar being bent almost double against her aunts pussy. Graces almost empathic fetish was nearly off the scale at this stage and she was struggling to maintain control. She could tell that her niece was having the time of her life and that, in turn, was getting her off as much as Sandy was.

"Nothing mistress," Sandy said between licks as she stared at the sneaker rubbing her aunts pussy.

"That's good because I remember saying you were not allowed to talk," Grace picked up the knife and held it against the sole Superstar on her pussy, "and I wouldn't want to have to punish you again," she ran the sharp blade slowly across the edge of the sole, neatly cutting a nick in it.

Both Grace and Sandy's bodies shook with the force of their orgasms, their legs shaking, vision blurring. Grace clutched the knife carefully as she squirted over the toe and laces of her nieces sneaker, while Sandy's pussy sprayed around and into the yellow Jimmy Choo in her pussy.

"Oh it feels so good to be so, so bad with your shoes," Grace moaned in ecstasy. She really wanted to cut again, but she also loved her nieces Superstars. She had to calm down a little, or they would be history. Maybe if she redirected her need? She dropped the Adidas on the counter and grabbed the Nike she had already cut. She started sawing into it again, the serrated blade cutting through leather and cloth easily. She cut out the small purple plastic section around the laces, and it felt so good, but not nearly as good as when she popped the air bubble or when she cut the nick into the sole of the Superstar. "Oh god," she moaned, she really wanted to cut the Superstar.
Sandy watched her aunts almost manic cutting of her Nike through blurry eyes. Her pussy was spasming as she watched the continuing destruction of her sneaker, and she could see that her aunt desperately wanted to do the same to her Superstar. She wanted it too, but was also horrified at the prospect at losing another of her treasured pairs of sneakers.

Abruptly Grace threw the knife down and grabbed the Superstar, "I need a shower," she said shakily, eyeing the blade as if it were a viper, ready to strike, "Tom, go clean the spa and keep cumming in that sneaker," she headed out of the room, "slave, bring your Nike and the knife."

Sandy did as she was told, picking up her trashed Nike and the knife and then following her through to the bedroom on legs that felt weak with erotic exhaustion. The yellow pump in her pussy shifted beautifully as she walked, which did or didn't help, depending upon your perspective.

"Good," her aunt was already running the water, getting it to the correct temperature, "sit there where you can watch," she indicated the high backed chair where it had not been moved since the previous night. "While you watch me get your Superstar all soapy and cummy, you will fuck yourself with my yellow pump, and you will cut your Nike into lots of little pieces."

Sandy sighed, "oh," and slumped into the chair, "yes mistress," she said, already sliding the pump in and out of her pussy. She made a small cut in the leather of her sneaker and came almost instantly.

Grace smirked then turned to the shower. She lifted one delicately sculptured Jimmy Choo sandal and held it under the stream. The nude suede instantly soaked up the water, turning darker and glossy. She turned her foot, watching the water stream over the crystals set into the heel, then felt the need for Sandy's Superstar. She stepped into the cubicle, letting the water flow over and between her breasts, then lifted Sandy's superstar there, clenching it between her cleavage, "oh I like making these wet," she murmed, squeezing it. She took the bottle of body wash and squeezed some out onto the textured toe cap before plunging it between her thighs, rubbing it hard. Foam sprouted from where it touched, covering the sneaker, "that feels so good," she murmured.

Sandy watched from her seat, the yellow pump moving almost constantly, producing a wet sound deep between her thighs. She only took her eyes from her aunts exquisite heels and her Superstar for one thing - to cut another piece from her ruined Nike. She had a small pile of pieces now, and each discarded piece was met with another squirt from her pussy.

Grace looked out at her niece. She looked so cute in her chucks and with the yellow pump sliding in and out. She could see every moment of cumming with every piece of sneaker discarded. Grace rubbed her pussy even harder, cumming in synchronicity with Sandy. She needed more, "slave," she said, watching as Sandy's Nike became nothing but a sole, "give me your chucks, I need one inside me."

Sandy slipped her chucks off her bare feet, standing and handing them to her aunt who drew them under the water and immediately plunged one deep into her pussy. She dropped the other, "Oh yeah," Grace moaned, sliding the chuck in and out while rubbing her clit with the Superstar, cumming on the white canvas sneaker, "your sneakers feel so good," she peered at her niece, standing barefoot and looking at her. Behind her, on the chair was the sole of her Nike, along with the knife and a pile of leather, cloth and plastic, "you are barefoot," she managed, "go put on your white stripe Superstars and then return to finish your Nike."

"Yes mistress," Sandy said leaving as fast as she could, considering her legs felt weak and there was a pump deep in her pussy. She wanted to get back as soon as possible to see her aunt and to finish cutting up the sole of her sneaker.

When she got down to the patio where their shoes were all lined up nicely, including her aunts shoes and her own wedges, she saw Tom busy with her Superstar on his cock, "how many times," she wondered aloud, and shuddered as Tom held up four fingers, grinning around her Nike in his mouth, "oh," she said simply, cumming on the yellow pump.

After she calmed down, she slid her bare feet into her white Superstars, tucked the laces inside them, and unsteadily made her way back upstairs. She found Grace on the tiled floor with the water turned off. Her back was against the wall, her legs and feet making a large "o" on the floor. She had a big grin on her face.

"I had an accident," she said, holding aloft Sandy's Superstar. The knife was stuck up to the handle through the perfect white sole, the blade poking out from behind the tongue.

Sandy collapsed into the chair, then began sliding her aunts pump in and out frenetically.

"I couldn't help myself," Grace told her niece, "I had to do it." She gripped the handle, "but it's ok, you can still wear it," she pulled the knife out, putting pressure on the blade, lengthening the cut towards the toe slightly, "oh god that felt good," her hips bucked and she came on the chuck in her pussy again. "I don't know what feels better, popping the air bubble in your Nikes," she pushed the knife back through the sole, cutting a little further, "or cutting through the pristine white soles of your Superstars," she pulled the knife back again. The sole was getting thinner here and the blade cut it easily, "oh god it feels so good to be so bad with your Superstars."

Sandy was almost delirious, her mind screaming "my poor shoe, my poor shoe," while her pussy screamed, "cut it, cut it, cut it!"

Grace looked at the slot, "it's only a couple of inches," she said, "you can still wear them," she pulled the knife back again, lengthening the cut another quarter of an inch, "oh your poor Superstar," she pushed it in again, another quarter inch cut, "maybe I should stop," she paused just a moment, then pulled the knife back again, cutting again.

Sandy loved her sneakers, but she loved what her aunt was doing to them too. She didn't want her to stop.

"Do you think I should stop," Grace asked, pushing the knife in again, cutting just a little more towards the toe, the tip of the knife now touching just inside the tongue, halfway up the laces. The cut was now three inches long. She looked at her niece who was staring intently, lost in indecision. Her pussy was urging her aunt on, but her head said no.

"Ok then, maybe I'll stop," she pulled the knife back, cutting another half an inch, "oops," she grinned.

Sandy yelped, and she came again.

"Ok, come over here," grace pulled the knife all the way out this time. She waited until Sandy was standing in front of her, "ok, slip that shoe off and pop this one one," she held the Superstar out that she had been working on, "I want to see if it's still wearable."

Sandy did as she was told, slipping her foot into the soaked Superstar. It felt cold and clammy and oh so good. She couldn't feel the cut in the sole.

"Walk a little," her aunt said, "lets see if it's visible."

Sandy turned and walked back into the bedroom.

"Oops," Grace sighed.
Sandy turned to see the knife buried into the sole of her dry, white strip Superstar. Her legs wobbled and she squirted around the shoe in her pussy.

"You better come back and sit down," Grace grinned, "before you fall down."

Sandy wobbled back to the chair and began pumping the shoe in her pussy again. Almost in rhythm her mind cried, "not my Superstars," while her pussy cried, "do it!"

"Show me the cut," Grace instructed, "hmm, not bad," She said as she looked at the sole of Sandy's shoe. The split was visible if you looked closely, but you would have to know it was there. "Now for this one," she grinned, slowly sliding the knife in and out of her shoe, cutting slowly towards the toe, half an inch at a time. Both girls pussy's were pulsing in time with each cut, milky liquid seeping around their respective shoes. "This feels so good," Grace sighed, as the cut passed two inches long, "so bad, but so good."

Sandy felt like she was in free fall. Her brain had stopped complaining now. Now just her pussy screamed for more. "Kill it," it begged, "kill my Superstar!"

"I think the cut is about the same length," Grace sighed, cutting another quarter inch as she pulled the knife out, "come here and lets check."

Sandy hobbled over and slipped her wet sneaker off.

Grace held both shoes up side by side. The cut in the sole of the dry sneaker was slightly shorter. She inserted the knife and cut it just a little bit more, "try it on, please."

Sandy put her dry sneaker back on and showed her aunt the sole.

"Very good, now leave me the other one and go sit back down," Grace grinned, "I have to make them matching don't I?"

Sandy kicked her other sneaker off, then went and sat in the chair, watching her aunt carefully all the way.

Grace waited until Sandy was seated this time before pushing the blade through the pristine white sole of her sneaker, she sighed with contentment as it penetrated. "I love doing this," she grinned as she began to cut, one inch, two, three, slowly lengthening the cut. When it was roughly the same length, she picked up the black stripe Superstar to compare. "Yes that's about right," she dragged the knife back, cutting a little bit more, "it's a shame Tom has your other one," she sighed, "I want to cut some more," she pushed the knife back into the white stripe Superstar, cutting a further quarter inch, "oh that feels so good," then pulled it back, cutting a further quarter of an inch, "so good," she pushed it in once more, the cut was now four inches long, "oh dear," she pulled the knife back, another cut, "I think it might be safer to cut the heel end," she turned the knife around and cut through half an inch of sole, "oh yeah," she sighed, "but I prefer the toe end," she cut a further quarter inch towards the heel, "its easier to cut."

"My poor shoes," Sandy was weeping, but she couldn't tell if she was upset or it was joy. All she knew was that she didn't want her aunt to stop.

"I think I need your other one," Grace said, "I need to even out the cuts," she held her hand out, waiting for the other Superstar, and Sandy obliged eagerly, "thank you slave," Grace grinned, inserted the knife into the slit in her sole and cut towards the heel, "hmm," she sighed as the blade cut through three quarters of an inch of white rubber sole, "now my favourite, towards the toe again," she turned the knife around and began cutting slowly, "oh yeah, I love this," she sighed. She cut a quarter of an inch at a stroke until the slits in both white stripe Superstars were equal.

"Your black stripe one now," she grinned, swapping to the sneaker she started with. She cut as before until the slit was the same as her other nieces other Superstars, "oh that was so good," she sighed, "but we have two problems, "if I cut any further, you won't be able to wear them, and I so love seeing you in these, and secondly," she added, "you are barefoot again, and I cannot have that. Go put on you cute Reeboks."

Sandy looked uncertain, "don't worry, I promise won't cut your Superstars while you are gone," Sandy rose and headed out, "but hurry, because I am a very bad girl," she laughed as her niece hustled out the door.

Sandy rushed down stairs as fast as her wobbly legs would carry her, and as fast as the shoe in her pussy would allow. When she reached the patio she pulled on her Reeboks, tying them as fast as possible, then looked up to see Tom staring at her. He held up nine fingers, and Sandy shuddered through yet another orgasm.

When she returned to the room she found her aunt smiling sweetly, "come sit down here," she indicated the floor in front of her, "see," she said when her niece was sitting cross legged in front of her, "I promised I wouldn't cut your Superstars," she held up Sandy's Superstars, "see, no extra cuts. Your chuck on the other hand," she held up her nieces chuck by the knife handle, the blade piercing the sole, the tip holding the tongue up.

Sandy came almost instantly. She had forgotten her chucks, and now the knife was through one of them. The beautiful knife through her beautiful chuck.

"I noticed a line going round the sole, and it was just begging to be cut, so," she pulled the knife back, applying pressure so that it cut through the brown rubber and foam insole with a beautiful tearing sound, "oh that sounded so bad," she shuddered, cumming on the chuck still in her pussy, then pushing the knife back in, cutting again, following the line towards the toe, "oh your poor, cute little chuck," she sighed, pulling the knife back again, cutting another quarter of an inch. "You look so good in these," she sighed, pushing a little harder, a half inch cut this time, the blade slipping and the tip poking through between the tongue and the side of her nieces sneaker, "ooh I nearly cut canvas then," she pulled the knife back, another half inch cut in the sole, "that would have been so, so bad," she pushed in again, another half in closer to the cute toe cap, then pulled it back to cut another half inch.

Sandy watched on, entranced, and so excited by the sheer naughtiness. She desperately needed her aunt to cut, to cut and then to cut some more. Grace was all too willing to do it. Even as she watched, the cut extended to be level with where the ball of Sandy's foot would have been.

"I want to be so bad with your sneakers," Grace sighed, cutting again. The cut was now level with the beginning of the toe bumper, "but do I continue with your poor little chuck," in went the knife, "or your Superstars," out, came the knife, the cut extended another half an inch, "or maybe," in, and she glanced towards her nieces feet, "I should cut those cute little Reeboks?"

Sandy was silently sliding the yellow Jimmy Choo in and out of her pussy. In truth she didn't have a preference, she just needed her aunt to keep cutting.

The blade had now reached the point where the waffle pattern ended and the ladder pattern at the tip of the toe began. Cutting was beginning to get a little harder now and there wasn't a lot of room to move the knife. "I think I could probably cut the other side and you could still wear these," Grace removed the knife, "let's see," she grinned, pushing the knife through the sole on the other side, but this time with the blade facing towards the heel, "oh yeah," she sighed, as she started to cut, "I love this so much." Each slice of the blade drew it closer to the section with the converse logo, the section where she had started cutting, "I'm getting to the point where I will have to stop," she sighed, still cutting, "if I go any further, this part of the sole will fall away," she cut a little further, "then you won't be able to wear them, and I will be forced to cut your cute little chuck into cute little pieces," she withdrew the blade completely, cutting a little bit more in the process, then held the sole up to her niece, "see," she said, showing only an inch of rubber at the logo end of the front waffle-pattern section, "if I cut any more, you won't be able to wear them, and I do love seeing you in your cute little chucks, but then again," she paused, "I do love to cut them."

Sandy was still fucking herself with her aunts shoe. She simply could not stop, not while her aunt was busily cutting her sneakers.

"I think I'd like to see how this chuck looks on you now," she held her hand out, "foot please!"

Sandy uncrossed her legs and lifted her Freestyle into her aunts hand.

"These are pretty and you look very cute in them," Grace smiled, undoing the Velcro straps and untying the laces. She pulled her nieces sneaker off her bare foot, shoving it against her pussy on top of the chuck still wedged there. She slid the other chuck onto her nieces foot.

Sandy lifted her foot to look at her chuck. It was still damp from the shower and her toes could feel the cuts in the sole, but otherwise no one would know.

"I can see a little of your foot," Grace grinned, "but it looks good." She picked up the Reebok in her lap, "now to cut these," she grinned, and pushed the knife carefully into the sole at the toe end, "got to be careful," she said as the blade slowly pierced rubber and foam midsole, "otherwise the blade could go straight through the leather," she continued to push until the blade slipped, "oops," she said, "that was close," she held the sneaker up by the knife, "see how close it came?" The tip of the knife made a little peak in the soft leather covering the toe. She wiggled the knife back and forth, "oh listen to that," she sighed as a tearing sound could be heard inside the sneaker, "that sounds so good," she continued wiggling, "I bet the knife would go through that leather really easily," she sighed, "all I would need to do is," she placed her fingers around the peak in the leather, "is squeeze just here, but that would be terribly naughty," she paused, "so really, really bad," she sighed, and squeezed her fingers. The knife blade cut through the leather toe and appeared like a shining metal peak, "oh my god that was good," she squirted around the chuck in her pussy.

"My poor sneaker," Sandy's mind cried yet again, but she screamed "oh yes!" as she gushed around the pump in her pussy.

"Oh that was so good," Grace sighed, pushing the knife all the way through the Freestyle, sole, midsole and white leather upper, widening the hole, "if I stop you could probably still wear this, " she smiled, pulling the knife out, "although the slit in the toe might take a little explaining." She put the sneaker down between her legs, then pulled the straps out straight, resting the knife on the top one, "I bet cutting these off would feel good," she smiled, the pulled the blade backwards, cutting through the leather strap easily, cutting it cleanly off at the base and causing her to squirt once more, "oh yeah I was right," she cut the second strap off, "your poor Reeboks," she grinned, reinserting the knife into the sole, this time without pushing it through the leather. She started cutting back towards the heel. "I don't think this is as good as cutting the soles of your Superstars or chucks," she sighed, removing the knife, "that felt really, really good. I think it's because your chucks and Superstars are my favourites." She picked up the black stripe Superstar, slotting the knife into the cut. There was only about two inches between the end of the cut and the tip of the toe, "oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about," she sighed as she cut a quarter of an inch more, "that's so much better," another quarter inch. "Only and inch and half, whoops," another quarter inch, "lets make that a round inch," she grinned, cutting a little more.

Sandy was in heaven. She loved what her aunt had done to her Freestyle, but she agreed, her Superstars and chucks were way better. She wiggled her toes in her chuck, feeling the edges of the cut insole, shivering with delight.

"I want to keep cutting," Grace sighed, pulling the blade from Sandy's sneaker, cutting another quarter inch in the process, "oops," she giggled. She turned the sneaker in her hands, looking to find somewhere to cut that would not prevent her niece from wearing them. "Hmmm, I think I could cut next to the first cut, and you could still wear it." She positioned the point of the blade on the sole halfway between the first cut and the outside of the sneaker, around where the arch of the foot would be. She pushed the sharp blade through the sole, trying to be careful not to slip. It was made trickier by the sole flexing near the existing cut, but it went through. "Oh yeah, that's good," she grinned, beginning to saw through the sole, keeping parallel to the first cut, working towards the heel, "but you know I prefer going towards the toe where it's thinner," she removed the blade, reinserted it and started to cut in the opposite direction, "yeah that's better," she sighed, "I so love cutting your Superstars."

"Me too," Sandy thought to herself, "just don't stop."

Grace continued to cut, slowly, quarter inch by quarter inch, until she reach the part where the sole curved in on itself. She stopped then, withdrawing the blade. She flexed the sole, loving the way it bowed, "oh your poor shoe," she grinned, "now for the other side." She repeated the process, cutting a parallel line next to the original, stopping before hitting the edge of the sneaker, "oh yeah, that looks great," she grinned, flexing the shoe, "now I want to see it on your foot."

Sandy held out her chuck clad foot for her aunt.

Grace slipped the white low top off of her nieces foot, dropping it between her thighs and replaced it with the Superstar, "oh yeah, so cute," she smiled, playing with the cuts in the sole, "but now I need to cut this some more," she picked up the chuck she just removed. She looked the sneaker over, "I think I'll cut the line around the heel section this time," she inserted the knife tip into the groove next to the waffle pattern in the heel, the cutting edge facing the heel. She pushed carefully, the blade piercing brown rubber and cutting through the foam insole with an amazing tearing sound, "oh that sounded so good," she began to cut along the line, that tearing noise continuing as the blade cut the insole, "your poor cute chuck," she grinned as she directed the blade around the curve of the heel. It was trickier than cutting before, but so worth it, she thought.

"Oh my poor shoe," sandy watched on with joy, wiggling her toes in her Superstar. The sole felt unusually flexible, but so good.

"Not much left to cut on your poor chuck," Grace pouted as the blade successfully cut around to the point where the waffle pattern ended, "unless I cut a little bit more towards the toe," she pulled the knife out, repositioning in the first cut, the cutting edge touching the ladder pattern at the tip, "oh yeah this is naughty," she grinned, cutting a little, "but feels so good," she cut a bit further. She pushed the blade in again, putting more pressure on, "oh yeah," she sighed as the blade cut through half an inch of sole, stopping when it the tip of the blade poked the inside of the toecap. "Maybe from the other side now," she repositioned, then cut twice, shuddering each time, then pushed hard again, "only a little left at the toe," she sighed, removing the blade. She turned it around and cut slowly, just a quarter inch near the Converse logo, "it feels so good to be so bad with your poor little chucks," she breathed deeply, then pushed hard. The blade cut through rubber and foam, parting it like butter, cutting the last remaining piece. The forward part of the sole pushed inwards, hinged on just the toe section, "oh your, p-poor chuck," she shuddered through a massive orgasm, "i-its r-ruined," she gasped, continuing to cut through the hashed portion between the logo and heel section.

Sandy convulsed with the force of her orgasm, a thin squirt of milky white liquid spraying around the yellow pump in her pussy, "oh my poor shoe," she screamed.

Grace put the knife back near the toe section, cutting it free and pulling that section of the sole out, "that looks so good," she breathed, then starting to cut towards the heel section on the opposite side. She cut it free and was left with the sneaker with just a quarter inch of sole around the outside, the rest of the sole laying on the tiled floor. She squeezed the sneaker, "its so floppy," she grinned, "lets see how it looks on you," she pulled the Superstar off her nieces foot and slipped the ruined chuck on in its place. She giggled, "I don't think you can get away with that," she laughed at the fact she could see the entire pink underside of her nieces foot. She pushed the sneaker up her ankle so that the chuck was like a bizarre but sexy ankle bracelet.

"I should probably stop," she smiled, her hand slipping into the black stripe Superstar, "destroying your poor sneakers was so naughty," she smiled sweetly, resting the knife on the Adidas, tapping it thoughtfully. The otherwise pristine white sole was cut down the centre, almost all the way to each end of the shoe, and there were cuts either side of the central line, approximately three quarters of an inch on either side. "Cutting more of your cute little Superstar would be way too naughty I think," she squeezed the shoe together between her thighs, toe to heel so that the sole bowed upwards, the three quarter inch strips of cut sole arching up like a monochromatic rainbow, "but I am feeling especially naughty," she grinned and lay the blade across one arch, perpendicular to it. "Cutting like this would ruin your sneaker completely," she sighed, making just a small nick on the edge of the cut, "ooh that felt nice," she looked up at her nieces face who was completely enthralled, "thing is, I really," she gripped the strip of white rubber between thumb and forefinger, sliding the blade across the top of it gently, "love ruining your sneakers," she pushed forwards with the knife. As the blade pierced through the rubber it sliced through easily, shearing that section of sole in two, one piece attached at the heel end, and one at the toe. "Oh god," Grace sighed, her hips shaking, "that's so good," she pulled the piece attached to the heel upwards and cut it out at the base, then did the same with the toe section.

"My poor Superstars," Sandy breathed, "my poor chucks," she repeated over and over as she came, over and over.

"Yes, your poor Superstars," Grace grinned, cutting the other section of sole free, "they are ruined, look" she held the sneaker up, peering through the sole at her niece and laughing, "lets see it on you now," she slipped it onto her nieces foot, "oh yeah, still so cute from above and I can see your bare foot from below."

"Your white stripe Superstars now," she began, then paused, "no, not yet, you will need to wear them when we go shopping," she looked her nieces face which was inquisitorial, even as her hips bucked through another orgasm. "Well my slave needs more sneakers for me to play with," she winked, brandishing the knife.

[mattblake94]

Holy jesus mother of god.

The worst thing about reading something as amazing as this, is that I'm back at home with my parents for the weekend. So I don't have anything to use to wank with. I normally have women's coats with me (my main fetish is satin and satin linings) but when I come home I just carry a backpack with my clothes so I don't have any whilst I'm in London. So, the story is amazing but I can't wank. It's gonna drive me insane. Not to worry though, I go back on Monday.

Like I said, the story is AMAZING.

I love how she is crying about her shoes, literally conflicted, I mean, I loved Sneaker Fiction, but I think that was missing, because they loved what they were doing, the badness of it and they loved all of it and they kinda knew it so it wasn't so much them crying for their sneakers as their pussies aching over the erotic badness of it.

In this however, Sandy LEGIT loves her shoes and so, part of her is crying about this, is distraught and the other part loves it and it's really beautiful to see that because it's INCREDIBLY rare in porn these days, continued anguish over the destruction of the garment (whether by ripping or wanking or mess etc) whilst also acknowledgment of and glee over how bad it is to destroy it. So I'd just like to thank you for making one of the best chapters of any story I've ever seen, if not probably THE best.

Literally cannot wait for more. So, with all due respect.... Stop reading this comment and start writing the next chapter!!!! LOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!

5 star chapter. Literally top grade writing mate.

[mymary54]

More awsome work! As always, thank you for your efforts and sharing with all of us! And, will be waiting, anxiously, to see what the shopping trip has in store for the girls.

[Sudsey]

Thanks guys, I appreciate the comments. This one really got me going, but I am going to have to change direction for a little bit. The sneakers they will buy for Sandy have to become hers - she will need to form an emotional attachment to them for this kind of story to work, but that's ok, she has other shoes for Grace to play with. Grace really likes Sandy's wedges for example. That's not to say that there won't be any more destruction, just, be patient

In fact I just had a really awesome idea for the final act, but that's a little way off yet

[royx]

AMAZING writing! I love the way you can pull me into the story. And what you said in an arlier comment it is so important for Sandy to have that "emotional" bond with her shoes. This won't work if only fresh pairs straight out of the mall get cut up. I love thought of the shoes being well worn by Sandy. That she bought them quite a while ago because she thought they were cute, and simply loves wearing them. Never having thought about being in the position she is in now, where she doesn't want to lose her old sneakers because she loves them in some way..
Keep at it man! This is pure gold

[Sudsey]

Thanks mate!

I do prefer sneakers to be newer rather than older. Not brand new, but close.

Destroying brand new sneakers has its place - Lisa, Beth and Natalie enjoy it, but yeah that won't work here.