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Mary Jane Shoes & The Detective written by Northeeeee

A roleplay with Me as Mrs Gray & Northeeeee with some slight additions by the author to enhance the story for you readers, no actual harm to anyone (well maybe the nerf gun stuck a little) chapters 3 & 4 is where all the action happens 😉

PART ONE

How dumb was that bad man in the film Thelma and Louise? Louise had a revolver aimed straight at him, and at such close range she would not miss. All he had to do was apologise – a very light sanction considering he tried to rape Thelma. If he had apologised he would have lived. But he had to be clever and retort with a wisecrack. His wisecrack was his death sentence; he barely got out “suck my cock” when BANG, down he went finished forever. If the pursuing police only knew of them full facts of what happened at that car park, then they may have been pursued with more understanding. The story could have ended in a more satisfactory way than seeing them literally driven over the edge.

Similarly, three men would not have been reduced to chalk outlines on a station platform if they weren’t so dumb with Mrs. Gray as the main bad man in Thelma and Louise. And if the detective that called around to question Mrs Gray kept his mind on the job he was meant to do rather than ogling all over her and especially at her shoes, then he wouldn’t have ended up taken down to the ground in a hammerlock, then left prostrate from four vicious kicks with Mrs Gray’s mary-janes bulleting into his stomach and arm. If he did his job right, he wouldn’t have been lying helpless and winded on the ground watching Mrs. Gray walk away casually making her escape.

It started politely and professionally enough at 11 o’clock when the grey suited detective in a Cambridge blue shirt and Oxford blue tie knocked on Mrs. Gray’s door. Mrs. Gray was bespectacled in black attire, black skirt, stockings and gold and black patterned mary-jane when learning he was a detective let him into the house.

The detective having introduced himself explained:

“I’m investigating the deaths of three men at the railway station and before they died they all muttered the name Mrs. Gray”.

“oh how shocking, and unusual that its a woman that done it. And you think it was me?”, Mrs. Gray replied with a seemingly sweet innocence.

The detective in a reassuring tone replied “oh no, I am not jumping straight to that conclusion. As you can appreciate because the name Mrs. Gray was mentioned, we have to investigate all Mrs. Grays in the area. Its just routine, nothing to worry about …”, jokingly adding with a mischievous laugh, “… unless you did it of course”.

Mrs. Gray played along with the little joke with an equally mischievous smile, adding “but I couldn’t really shoot them”.

As soon as she said that, Mrs. Gray realised she had just incriminated herself; the men were dead but there had not been any mention of how they died. She was gripped by a momentary fear of arrest, anxiously studying the detective’s body language for the expected confirmation that she was about to be arrested. Instead what she saw was the shoe-fetishist in him come out; he let his professionalism fall to the floor where his mind was absorbed in study of Mrs. Gray’s feet and shoes.

Mrs. Gray initially felt relief that she knew she was safe from arrest, because she knew where the detective’s mind was. At the same time she felt an anger boiling over with him; he was supposed to be upholding the law, and there he was being as pervy as the men she dealt with at the station. But for the moment she was playing it cool with him, biding out of the time until he went. She used his fascination with her shoes to her advantage; when sitting down, she crossed her legs and kicked the shoes up and down, almost hypnotising the detective like the swinging of a pendulum watch in front of a mesmerised animal. A few occasional crossing and uncrossing of the legs, with a head tilt and sweet smile ensured the detective’s mind was never going to get back to the job in hand.

The detective was asking questions but wasn’t paying attention to any of the answers. Having asked the basic questions of background of what work she did and where, and when she travels by train, to which she gave a calm and collected answer, he then just seemingly asked questions to stall for time – so he can continue observing her feet and shoes. Mrs. Gray knows his game; she is going from a bide-her-time mode to seeking an exit strategy. She felt same from arrest, but now the detective has become a pest.

“Have you got any id on you, … just to confirm who you are?” the detective asks.

“yes, sure, I have a driving licence in my handbag”, Mrs. Gray replies, sensing this is the opportune moment to immobilise the detective and make her escape.

She draws him over to where her handbag is, and manoeuvres him to the spot where she will fell him. She pretends to be clumsy dropping a few stuff hoping the detective goes down to the floor and then she can kick him and make her escape, but the detective was just so engrossed in admiring her shoes, feet and legs, that he was oblivious to it. He didn’t do the gentleman thing and pick it up for her. So she required another plan.

Hand on driving licence in her handbag, she takes one glance at the detective posture and alertness. She will use the surprise and takedown move. She catches him by surprise by whipping out her driving licence and putting nearly under his nose. As the detective adjusts himself to be able to study the licence, Mrs. Gray had secured his wrist and elbow, applied a turn to his wrist that bent his arm, and it was behind his back before he knew it. Mrs. Gray had the detective in a hammerlock, unleashing a verbal tirade at him for being a pervert as bad as all the other men she knew.

Tirade over, she pushes him face down on to the floor, one hand on the back of his neck and the other arm securing his arm in a hammerlock. Almost as soon as she let go of him while he was face down on the floor she launched four rapid and vicious kicks on him. Her mary-janes blasted him twice in the stomach like bullets to knock the wind out of him. Then one bullet kick to deaden his arm and one more bullet kick to deaden his thigh.

The two kicks to the stomach area had knocked the wind totally out of the detective and all he could do was lie on the floor for the next 10 minutes grimacing in pain slowly trying to get his breath back. And when he did finally regain is breath back, he found he found he still couldn’t get up off the floor; the dead arm and leg Mrs Gray gave him left him unable push himself up from the floor. He just has to lay there all on his own, smarting that his male pride had been ripped to shreds by a woman.

Mrs. Gray had all the time in the world to walk away and escape to a hideout.

PART TWO

One kick and the door at the entrance to the block of flats goes flying off almost off its hinges and crashes into the wall. The adrenalin fuelled detective thunders up the stairs to the flat where Mrs Gray was hiding. The detective still smarting and angry at the way Mrs Gray dismantled his male pride in making her escape from him at their previous encounter, was in no mood to let it happen again; this time he was going in there to detain and arrest her and take her down the police station before she has a chance to say or do anything. There was going to be no polite conversation and chat, just grab and go.

“Come on out now Mrs Gray, I know you are in there!” boomed the demanding detective.

“No.” was the simple and measured but powerfully defiant reply from Mrs. Gray.

After a moment of being mystified as to why she was seemingly unflustered and showing no signs of kowtowing to his forceful demands, the detective decided to shout even louder his demands for her to come out accompanied by certain choice adjectives that made it clear he was in no mood to be messed about or let Mrs Gray escape his clutches again.

He gave Mrs Gray an ultimatum:

“Stop messing about Mrs Gray, this is your last chance! Come on out, or I am going in!”

Mrs. Gray defiantly replied:

“I am not going anywhere for any worthless ma…”

The door to the flat was kicked open before Mrs Gray could complete “worthless man!”. The detective was in stomping about the flat like a two-year old with a tantrum.

“Where the hell are you Mrs. Gray!” he says angry and irritated that he is being made to work to try and find where she is in the flat. Kitchen, bathroom, living room searched together with all the cupboards just to be sure but she wasn’t there. That just left two other rooms to search. The bedroom was all clear, then when he looked at the other room and through door that was ajar, he caught sight of a mary-jane and an ankle. “So that’s where you are” he thought to himself, and without any further hesitation rushed headlong towards and through the door. There should be no escape for Mrs. Gray this time around.

Rat-at-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, the detective is blown off his feet and sent crashing into the wall from automatic fire of super-powerful nerf gun bullets;  he slid down the wall slowly, stunned and in shock, watched by an impassive Mrs. Gray, sat and with her automatic nerf gun still aimed at the fallen detective. Rather like a distressed schoolboy who had fallen over and grazed his knee for the very first time, the tearful and stunned detective was trying to come to terms with had just happened.

“What have you done to me Mrs. Gray?”

“You shot me Mrs. Gray”, said the whimpering detective.

“They were only nerf bullets. They just stun you, you will live.” Mrs. Gray replied in a quirkily reassuring way, rather like the school nurse that comforts the schoolboy that fell over and grazed his knee.

Twice the detective has taken on Mrs. Gray, and twice he came off second best. Twice the detective took on Mrs. Gray and twice she downed him leaving him helpless on the floor at her mercy. He now knows that she is in charge and has no choice but to do as she tells him.

Mrs. Gray placed down the gun slowly but purposefully stood and walked over to the prone detective, eventually placing her left mary-jane shoe firmly down onto his stomach. She took a few moments to study him as he lay prone helplessly. Is he someone she could reform? Or is he one of those arrogant men that are beyond help? After some moments of consideration she decides she likes his face and believes that he is a man capable of reform.

“I think you are someone that is capable of reform.” Mrs Gray announces like a judge passing sentence.

“Would you like to reform your ways?” she asks to confirm of him.

“Yes. Yes. Yes I would like the chance to reform” the prone detective said eagerly. He wasn’t going to mess with her for a third time. He didn’t want to suffer the same fate as the three men at the station.

PART THREE

“pick up all the nerf bullets!” Mrs. Gray barks at the detective and without hesitation he crawls and scrambles frantically on the floor looking for and picking up all the nerf bullets he can see. Eventually picking up two dozen – the same ones that Mrs. Gray fired into him – he returned them to her. She took them from him, giving him a disdainful dispassionate look; the detective looked sheepish and resigned wondering what was going to happen to him now.

She grabs and twists both of his nipples and drags him towards her, face into face. Her grip vice tight, eyes venomously narrowed and in an almost whispered yet very harsh tone she made it clear to him that he was going to get re-educating.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you ogling at my mary-jane shoes, you pervert!” she suddenly put it to him. The detective couldn’t say anything in reply but his body language gave his guilt away. She saw it and knew his guilt, he knew she knew. She pulled him towards and kneed him in the balls. “Oooooof”, he gasped, doubling up slowly but surely, before falling onto his knees grasping his stomach, then falling face down on the floor, trying to take deep breaths to alleviate the sharp pain inflicted by Mrs Gray’s left knee.

“Get up you wuss!” ordered Mrs Gray.

Slowly and sheepishly he got himself up and stood in front of her.

“Strip!” she ordered, “come on hurry up! Strip, get those clothes off and put them over there!” she re-enforced her order.

The detective obeyed, one by one the clothes came off, jacket, tie, shirt, shoes, socks, belt, trousers then underpants; Mrs. Gray inspected the now naked detective like a sergeant-major inspecting his troops – she didn’t miss an opportunity to pass disdainful judgement on what she saw, especially about his manhood and balls. He tried not to show it, but inside he felt the hit of her verbals.

“Drop to the floor and kiss my feet and lick my shoes you pathetic worm of a man! Now!”, she ordered, and without any hesitation he did as was instructed. Such was his speed that Mrs. Gray was impressed and gave him a little note of credit:

“You were down and did as you told very quickly. I think there is hope for you with a little bit of re-education”, Mrs. Gray acknowledged.

Almost as soon as she credited him she barked at him to:

“Turn over on your back! A wriggle your way and put your head in that [a box on the ground that served as a head restraint]! Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle like the pathetic man worm you are!”

Wriggle his way he did – exactly as instructed – head into the box, where Mrs. Gray gets down and duly restrained his head in the open top wooden box. She sits on top of the box, legs astride the prone detective and then taunts him, “I can piss all over you, you pathetic worm of a man!”

“Sniff! Go on sniff, get a good smell of what the superior sex smells like. Superior to you pathetic worm of a man, in every way. Go on sniff!” she further tormented him. He did as he was instructed, sniffing away as Mrs. Gray sat above his face. The detective just had to lie there taking his fate.

Mrs. Gray stood up, and looked down upon the prostrate detective, smiles and says “I am going to have to teach you your place.”

“You know where all the trouble stems from, don’t you?” she asks rhetorically, before sitting down beside him grabbing and tormenting his penis, sneering “this! This pathetic thing! This pathetic little thing is the cause of all the problems you worthless male worms create!” Like a cat toying with a mouse before the kill, so Mrs. Gray was playing with the detective’s penis shortly before punishment. The subtle evil smirk on her face told the detective that he was in for some punishment, the exact punishment she knew, but he could only guess at until it happens.

“The first step to correcting your behaviour is to deal with this little worthless thing. The cause of all the trouble in the world, this worthless thing that you men have between your legs”, she said as she gave him an evil smirk as she continued tormenting his penis.

“This needs to be punished”.

The toying stopped. Mrs Gray stood up and left the room, leaving the detective to have a few moments to consider his fate and what will happen to him. He thought to himself of how he ended up in this mess. He had no other option but to admit to himself that he had only himself to blame. Mrs. Gray was right, he was too busy ogling at her shoes to do the job he was supposed to, and that made him as bad a pervert as the men she shot. He was supposed to a job of upholding the law, but he let fall into the gutter and Mrs. Gray had every right to be angry. He was now totally at her mercy.

PART FOUR

Mrs. Gray returned to the room with an instrument that was plugged at one end and at the other something that could slide over the penis. It didn’t need a detective, (though there just happened to be one), to work out that the penis was going to receive electric punishment. The fear of the anticipation of what was about to happen to him was obvious, and Mrs. Gray could see it straight away. The sight of the man being in fear of her, even before she has done anything, made Mrs. Gray smile. They both knew for a while who was in charge, this just brought it home.

She gave the detective a sweet but deadly smile before announcing, “I am going to electrocute your worthless dick”. The detective gave out an instinctive puppy like whimper, and Mrs. Gray just loved it.

She smiled broadly and almost whispered, “oh I love it when you men make that soft whimpering noise”.

Mrs. Gray was in no rush, taking her time to ensure the equipment was set up properly and to her satisfaction; the delay just sent the detective’s fears and anxieties to fever pitch. Every time she looked over to him she could see fear written all over his face, and it made her smile; every time he looked at her he could see her sweet but powerfully deadly smile and knew she knew he was in fear. After what seemed an eternity to the detective in the setting up procedure, there was just one thing left to do before the punishment finally begins.

“I’m just going to apply some lubricant to your dick. This is to make it more conductive and make the electric current pass through it easier”, she said with a smile. Both knew the actually punishment was imminent, and the detective’s fears and anxieties rose even further. He let out another puppy like whimper. Lubricant applied and attachment to penis fitted, machine plugged in, the times finally came when Mrs. Gray could switch on and deliver whatever electric current into the detective’s penis she liked. For the detective the waiting and the fear it generated was just as bad as getting the punishment itself.

The moment came when Mrs. Gray began the electric punishment, and the detective suddenly felt a sharp, persistent tingling sensation. After being taken by surprise he let out a few oooohs and arrrrrs and had a little fidget, eventually as his body got accustomed to the tingling sensation he settled back and laid back and took his punishment. He was closely watched by Mrs. Gray. After allowing him some moments to get comfortable with the tingling sensation, she turned up the control causing him to cry out in pain with a big increase in the pain sensation. She kept him at the higher pain level for a short while before reducing it down to the tingling sensation he first got used to. She gave him a short while to regain his composure before sharply increasing controls again inflicting on him more pain, before reducing back down. And so this went on, with nothing said between each other for around 10 minutes, though it felt an eternity to the detective. Mrs. Gray was turning the controls up and down as she wished, inflicting various degrees of pain on the detective’s penis as she wished too. For those 10 minutes only body language talked, but body language spoke a million words, the calm controlled poised posture and evil smile of Mrs Gray, and the fear engraved face of the detective together with the fidgets of pain of the penis electrocution.

Having given the detective a 10 minute introduction to pain by electrocution, the time came for Mrs. Gray to lecture the detective on his faults. This was about his re-education as well as administering pain on him. She unleashed her fury about how perverted men are in the world and are always trying to pick on women. Then she condemned the detective for siding with the bad men.

“I did the world a favour by dealing with those nasty little perverts, and you are taking their side. Typical man. Instead you come over to my house and harass me over it!”

The detective attempted to explain:

“But you shot three men dead. It had to be investigated.”

But Mrs. Gray snapped back and retorted “you didn’t seem to be bothered investigating them did you. And all you seemed to be interested in investigating were my mary-janes shoes. You are just as bad a pervert as they are.”

The detective was put in his place, he knew she was right. He conceded to her that she was right, and that he was sorry about the way things were mishandled. He apologised for being a shoe fetish perve, and that he would like to put things right. Mrs. Gray could see he was genuine in his remorse, and was a man that was willing to be re-educated. Mrs. Gray punished him and admonished him for his bad man ways, but she was also fair, and acknowledged his willingness to take re-education and take the pain she was giving him.

After a further ten minutes administering penis electrocution, pain up and down as she wished, and a useful dialogue where they discussed plans for his re-education, the time came for the machine to be switched off. The detective had a few minutes to lie back and relax as Mrs. Gray took as much care and time to take away the machine as she did setting it up. The detective was left to his thoughts for a couple of minutes as Mrs. Gray left for the other room to put the machine away. He was coming to her point of view. He was just glad that Mrs. Gray was understanding enough to give him a chance of re-education.

Mrs. Gray returned to the room and released the box that kept his head restrained.

“I think you should take three Jens before you go”, she announced.

“Three Jens?” the detective quizzically asked.

“Yes. It’s when a woman kicks a man in the balls as a punishment. Around here we call it the Jens, or to give a man a Jen”, she replied.

Anticipating his next question Mrs. Gray explained that the term came from a young married lady called Jen when she dealt with a drunken man that was trying to attack her husband. She explained that Jen punished the drunken man by walking up to him and kicking him in the balls, and taking her husband to safety.

“What happened to the drunken man?” inquired the detective.

“Oh he went down like a ton of bricks, he needed hospital treatment.” Mrs. Gray replied.

“I guess he wasn’t going to pick on her husband again”, laughed the detective.

Mrs. Gray laughed too, “I think you are right.”

“A man being right, that doesn’t happen often”, the detective said.

“You are learning fast – I just knew from your face that there was hope for you with re-education” acknowledged Mrs. Gray.

With the small talk and the shared joke over it was time for the detective to take his Jens. He went down on all fours, with Mrs. Gray behind him. He was in a very vulnerable position and they both knew it. Even the smallest of kicks from Mrs. Gray will cause the detective quite a disproportionate amount of discomfort. There are a lot of nerve endings that were open to be caught. A tap on them would make him feel a lot of pain and discomfort far in excess of any damage done. And should Mrs. Gray decide to apply full force he would be in very serious medical trouble.

But this was part of his re-education plan, so he had to take it. Mrs. Gray decided to settle on administering three Jens to him. The first two she will give him a countdown introduction to, but not on the third – she will kick as and when she decides to, and only she will know when. Only she will know how hard she will kick.

The detective got into position on all fours, ready to take his Jens, with Mrs. Gray standing behind him ready to administer them. “Ready – 3 – 2-1 “she says giving him an indication of when she was about to kick. Then on cue she gives him a light kick in the balls from behind. The detective feels a lot of nervy pain and involuntarily lurches forward and crashes to the floor clutching with his stomach, desperately trying to rub himself better.

“That’s it, take your time to rub yourself” Mrs. Gray says to the detective.

After a minute rubbing his stomach better, and it seemed all the pain and discomfort was in his stomach and not actually in his balls, he signalled he was ready to take his second Jen. So he got himself back into position on all fours, with Mrs. Gray standing behind him. As with the first kick Mrs. Gray said “ready, 3 -2 -1 …” and then on cue gave him a kick in the balls from behind, a little firmer than the first.

“Arrrgh!” the detective exclaimed has he couldn’t help himself but fling across the room and curl up cuddling himself and trying to rub himself better. He felt a lot more pain than the first kick, with the pain in his ball and spreading right into his stomach. This time it took him a bit longer to recover his composure, watched the whole time by Mrs. Gray. Mrs. Gray was patient and insisted he took all the time he needed to rub himself better.

Eventually the detective was ready and got himself into position to take the third Jen. This time there was no countdown introduction, and Mrs. Gray was going to kick unannounced and as hard as she chose to. The mischievous Mrs. Gray decided not to kick and wait for the fear to get to the detective that he gets so scared he begs her not to kick him. Sure enough after a 2 minute wait to be kicked, which felt forever for the detective, he, with his fears running amok, begged Mrs. Gray not to kick him, begged her not to hospitalise him like Jen did with the drunk and just kept begging her to not kick him. Mrs. Gray just laughed and took it in her stride, she beat him totally psychology.

Mrs. Gray explained to him that she had just got into his head and controlled him totally, and after a moment’s thought, the detective realised she was right.

“It’s a fair cop there, you had me totally” the detective said to Mrs. Gray.

Mrs. Gray compromised and said agreed for the third Jen to give him a countdown introduction like the first two. So the detective got into position with Mrs. Gray behind him. He will get an introduction, but what he doesn’t know was how hard will Mrs. Gray kick him. Did he chickening out mean that she will be extra tough with her kick? Will she end his chances altogether for it?

“Ready – 3,2,1”, said Mrs. Gray.

On cue she gave him a firm tap of a kick, sending him crashing into the floor and curled up comforting himself, by rubbing his balls and stomach. It was pretty much in line consistent with her other two kicks. Mrs. Gray went to sit down on a chair in the corner giving the detective a chance to comfort himself better. When she saw he felt better she ordered him to stand up and walk over to her.

He did as she commanded, stood up and walked over and stood before her as she sat on the chair. She looked into his eyes for a few moments.

“Get down and kiss my feet and lick my mary-jane shoes clean” she suddenly ordered, and he was straight down kissing her feet and licking her shoes before she even completed her order.

“Wow! You obeyed very quickly, you were straight down!” said an impressed Mrs. Gray to the detective, adding “you are an excellent candidate for re-education. You are a quick learner.”

“You will have to attend further education classes, but I think you are someone that can be reformed.” She further added.

Then finally she calls time on the education for the day, telling to get his clothes back and that he is dismissed for the day, on the proviso that he attends further education classes with her.