Worst High Heel Trampling (true story)

 

 

Worst High Heel Trampling (true story)

by Bootlover

 

 This post is for you to tell the worst you endured under her high heels.

I must admit that high heels full weight trample is for me the best. I
love the look of my gf as she knows how much she can hurt me with a
single step. She loves pushing the limits and her high heels perfectly
fit the job. The mix of pain and pleasure is awesome but it happens that
pain takes over. That's what

I'd like to learn from you. When you feel you're almost dying under her
feet but still doesn't want her to stop... Here's my story for the
hardest trampling I had until now.

It was the end of a hot day in Summer. I went back home after a day of
work and was wondering if she would be ok to give me a trample session.
We started doing some sessions not long ago and I was not yet really
comfortable to ask her about it, but I know she had fun when doing it
and she liked having me at her feet. I was surprised when entering the
flat as she was not here yet. She usually come back at least one hour
before me. I changed clothes then eased myself and started watching a
game on TV. Not long after, I heard the keys in the door and she
entered. Dressed to kill with a white blouse, black skirt and opened toes
block heeled sandals. Her blond hair was falling

in a mess on her shoulders. I quickly noticed that something was wrong,
as her angel face has an annoyed air. I got up and went to her for a
quick kiss then asked "Hard day honey ?". "...the least we can say" she
replied throwing away her bag then sitting on the couch to try to relax.


I sat down beside her and listened to her telling her day. Some assholes
kept disturbing her all day to ask stupid things and her boss gave her
an awful report to do, which had to be ready for the end of this day...
She was pissed off and really needed to relax. I knew she would prefer
being alone for a moment to do what she wanted to, but I took my
chance:"I know how you can ease yourself baby" She hardly looked at me
as she grabbed the remote to change the channel. I went on my knees then
started to untie her shoes, then removed them. I took her left feet and
started to slowly

massage it. She looked at me, strenched her leg then let her head fall
and said "Oh yeah, thank you my dear..." I massaged both her bare feet
then asked her how she felt. "Really better now, you're a sweetheart".
"It's not over... You need to completely let the stream off now" I said
while getting up. She examined me as I left the room. I came back with
the carpet gym in one

hand and a pair of her boots in the other. It was her knee high heeled
black boots. The heels were not very high but sharp. She had already
trampled me with these but not for long and she liked it as she said it
was easier for her to remain on my body without falling with these
shoes. She stared at me as I dropped down the carpet in the frame of the
door and she smiled as I
approached her with the boots. I knelt down and she immediately strenched
her legs, one after the other so that I could put the boots on her
feet. I then stood up and she stood up right after me; she looked to be
impatient. I walked to the carpet, she was right behind me and I could
hear her heels

slamming on the floor. What a wonderful sound... I removed my shirt
then lied on the carpet on my back.

Without an hesitation she put one feet on my belly then stood on it with
both feet. Her heels dug into my flesh as she moved a little to get in a
good position. She used the frame of the door to keep balance. "I got a
little fatter these days honey, can you feel it ?" With this she leaned
on her heels and the pain came awesome. "Not really" I answered "The
same thing for me...". "You're so strong..." she said ironically. She
started walking on the spot for two or three minutes then she put all
her weight on the sole of the boots then suddenly leaned on the
heels.She did this many times and I got concentrated to endure it. The
pleasure I had being under her was overtaking the pain. After this she
got off then stood each feet on one of my thighs. She then proceeded to
walk over my body as if I was some kind of bridge. She took full weight
steps from my belly to my upper chest, got off, then walk over me again.
She went back and there 8 times, then the 9th she stopped on my upper
chest and started walking on it. Her 145 pounds were

crushing my ribs and her heels stabbing me with no mercy... The pain was
intense but this was heaven.While doing this, she was looking at me in
the eyes, not even smiling but I felt she enjoyed it and was really
relaxing herself by trampling me. I surely have a trample fetish but I
was almost sure that she loved inflicting pain... And the way she felt
my body tense under her, the way my breathing intensified when being
under her heels... she just loved this. After a while she stopped
walking, leaned on the heels then heavily ground them on my ribs. She
planted her heels then moved them from left to right. The pain was
electrifying and I Unconsciously waved my arms in the air. She released
me then did it again, smiling at me. I concentrated to prevent a scream
from going out then grabbed her ankle. "Enough honey ?" she asked as she
stopped grounding the heels but still let them sink into me. I took a
breathe "No...go on sweety, I'm yours.I Just love to touch your
boots..." That was wrong. The growing pain made me caught her feet to
stop them crushing me... It was just a reflex that I couldn't refrain.
She lifted her feet one after the other to place her heels a little lower
on my ribcage then started again grounding them. I made my best to take
it and smile to her.

After 3 minutes of this, the place where her heels were planted was
hurting me like hell and I couldn't bear it anymore. I needed her to
move the heels somewhere else. So, I tried or in fact feigned to lift
one of her feet with my hand. She froze and looked at me, her eyes were
asking why I was doing this.

Without thinking much, I pulled her ankle and then led her feet to my
head. Big mistake, as she put all her weight on the foot resting on my
chest, while the other was in the air, and the heel pressed even harder
on me. I moaned a little as I drove her feet to rest on my head, the
sole on my forehead and the heel on my chin. The heel was just high
enough for her not to crush my nose."Hum...OK !" she said. With this she
started to ground her feet on my head, at first lightly then with more
and more weight as she noticed that

I didn't complain. It was great pleasure again and the pain inflicted by
the other heel on my ribs seemed to decrease. She played with my head
some time then push on the side so that her heel was on my chick. "Is it
too much if I step on your head ? Will it burst or no ?" I heard her
laughing. She then changed the position of her feet to put the sole of
the boot in the middle

of my head turned on the side. I realized that she was not joking.
"Honey, please don't..." "Don't what ? You are my Iron man, don't you ?"
she told in a laugh. "Sure... but this will hurt much... I don't know
if... please my love, you can do whatever you want but I don't know
if..."

She cut : "That's what I'm doing, everything I want and I love you for
let me doing this to you. I do love to see how strong you are and what
you accept to take from me..." This made my last defense fall... I
didn't want to disappoint her. "OK...OK..." I just said. "Good boy" she
said with enthusiasm.

Then I felt her sole pressed heavily on my skull as she walk on it to
got off. "See... no problem..." as she put again one foot on my head and
stepped on it to stand on my chest, her head looking to my legs.

She planted her heels not far from my throat and the pain was
overwhelming. I moaned noisily and she began walking on the spot again,
crushing on heels on my upper chest. She the advanced to my belly and
turned

around on it to face me then came back on my ribs. The pain was
irradiating all my chest and I couldn't take more but I was unable to
ask her to stop. She was so beautiful and I loved her dominant behavior.

I would have have died at her feet instead of saying something.

She suddenly lift her right boot and lead it right above my head. She
froze and threatened me with her heel. Without thinking I kissed the
sole of her boot... one time, two times, three times... "Oh yeah...Good
idea..."

She said as she leaned on the heel planted on my chest. I endured the
pain and asked "Would like me to lick your boots honey ? Would like to
see me doing this ?" "Great..." she answered "You know these are clean

as I didn't wear them outside the house yet. But They need to be
cleaned, do the job honey !!" I started licking with passion. She stared
me doing and had fun moving her foot to have all the surface get done.

She then gave me the other foot and I did the same to it. Then she had
enough of me licking and she rested both feet on my chest. After all
this time, I think my ribs would start collapsing under her.

She just stood there and stared at me with a smile on her face. She
looked satisfied and I loved her look. Suddenly she grab the frame of
the door and told me "I advise you to contract your muscles right
now..."

With this I felt the pressure she applied on me grow quickly, she then
took off and landed heavily on me. Her heels slammed into my ribcage and
I moaned in pain. "I know you could take it.." she said. She jumped
about 10 more times one me... After the last I grabbed both her ankles, I
was tensed to the max and out of breath. She stayed there one minute
looking at me under her, trying to recover then she got off. I was
really exhausted and my chest was hurting like hell, I didn't move. She
squat and her funny air changed as she watched the marks she did on my
body with her heels. "My God... I pushed it too far..." She was shocked
with what she had done. She move her hand along the marks to see how
deep they were. "I'm so sorry dear, why didn't you tell me... I drive
you to the hospital or something..."

"No, it's OK my love" I moaned. "I will recover, I'm OK...Just...tired".
"You should have told me..." she said. "Not to worry... I appreciated
this you know. I love to be at the feet at my princess..."

She smiled. "I'm heavy... and those heels... I didn't realize... You're crazy !" "Maybe... But now you're

relaxed... so do I !" "Did I tell that I loved you ?" she said. She then got up and helped me to stand up...

I never experienced a harder trampling with high heels. Up to you now, let us know the worse you had.

No need of a story like mine with details, just facts...

Office After Lunch Experience

Office After Lunch Experience
by Shoepete


It seemed like just another normal day at work as the morning dragged on. I was just finished setting up a new computer for one of the girls in the office as she left for lunch. She was nothing extra special to look at but she was a nice girl with a nice body. When I had eventually finished I went to her desk to install it. She likes to keep the base unit on the floor and the screen and keyboard etc on the desk.


I unplugged all the old wires and removed the old base unit and started plugging in the new one. As we were short staffed today I knew I would have to rush so she could get back to work when she came back from lunch but I had taken too long as she was back already. “I won’t be a minute I said” and she said not to worry. She started shuffling papers on her desk and from here I could admire her boots. They were just ordinary well worn boots with an inch platform and quite thick heels. We used to joke about me sucking on her toes and one day she just took off her boots and socks and said there you go.



I drifted off into fantasizing when all of a sudden everything changed. She suddenly said, “I’ve always wanted to be taller” and with that up she climbed, left foot first followed by her right foot. She was about 5ft 5 tall and weights about 9stone so it wasn’t much weight but I was just so surprised.


“You don’t mind” she said as she stood perfectly still. “You carry on I said”, highly unlikely to say anything else as I was in heaven. “I wonder what the view is like with these extra inches” as she started shuffling around. She had her hands on the desk for balance as she moved gingerly around on my stomach and crept up towards my chest. I tried desperately to move further out from the desk so she could walk over my chest too. Fortunately there was only the two of us in the office or I think she would have been off long ago.


“Look what I have done to your shirt” she said. On her way back from lunch she must have walked through some wet soil as there was dirt and mud ingrained into the shirt. I had remembered admiring the mud on the side of her platform soles and heels as she stood in front of me but when she stepped up the thought had just gone. Now the thought of her trampling me and ruining my shirt at the same time was so exciting, “Well you’ve done it now. You might as well clean them up properly”. With that she slid the sides of her soles across my chest hoping to clean off the remaining mud and then followed the heels. As she dragged her heels across I felt and heard the shirt rip. “I’m so sorry” she said but I begged her to keep going.


Now that she had cleaned her boots off I asked her what she was going to do. With that she started walking up and down my chest onto my stomach, giggling all the time. She looked like she was having fun and I was certainly enjoying this. She lifted her heels and shuffled her boots from side to side on my chest as I felt what little of the sole pattern was left rub into me.



With that she lifted her right foot and undid the zip on the boots. She put her foot back on my chest and holding the heel with her left foot stepped out onto my chest. I knew from before that her feet sweat a lot and as I felt it land on my chest I could feel the warmth and moisture. She repeated the same with the other foot and now both feet were on me wearing just socks. Do you want to smell my feet she said as she knocked one of her boots to my face. I loved the smell of her boot, you could just feel the warmth from where her foot had been in there all morning. “You can smell the real thing if you want” as she lowered her still sock covered foot onto my face. The smell was so incredible and the feeling of all the sweat just made me so excited. Do you want the other one too? she asked. I nodded so she put all her weight on the right foot on my face and brought up the left foot which she also place on my face. She stood for about 5 seconds and then moved back to my chest.
“Maybe you want to suck my toes now” she asked. The socks came off and she placed one foot right in front of my mouth. I opened and took her foot into my mouth sucking furiously at her toes.



Up until now she hadn’t noticed the growing bulge in my trousers but by now it was absolutely huge. She must have noticed it as she said “You like this don’t you?” I loved every minute of it. This was like a wild fantasy come true for me and she probably had no idea that she was doing this for me. As she removed her foot from my mouth I asked her to come down to me. I told her what I wanted to do now so we picked up the keys for the first aid room on the top floor and without going into detail we made excellent use of the facilities.


I can’t wait to go back to work tomorrow but needless to say I had to spend my lunch hour buying a new shirt. I don’t think anybody noticed the little muddy patches on the trousers.

Antique Shop Crush

Antique Shop Crush

by unknown author

It has been a few years since I have actually had any part of my anatomy crushed by a woman so this experience last week was a real treat. Now that I am married, I find that it is a little harder to get my fingers trampled while not only trying not to be noticed by the woman stepping on them but also my wife. I mean, I'm sure she would get pissed at me being turned on by having parts of myself trampled by some other, strange woman. Anyway, I was on vacation last week, and she had to work so I was all on my own for a whole week. I always liked antiques and especially enjoyed looking for antique audio equipment and lp records. I went to this large antique barn where they have the place broken up into several little office like areas which house each dealer's wares. This day, there were a lot of women there. Most ranged in age from thirty something to the mid 40's with a few younger and a few older thrown in for good measure. I was walking around looking as much at the ladies as the antiques when I came upon a rather large shelf full of lp records. It seems that the records are always on the lower shelves and this display was such that there was a long row of them on the lowest shelf. I started thumbing through the lps when a movement caught my eye. I looked to my side to see a very shapely pair of legs and a real fine ass at about my face level. I looked up to see that this was a woman of about 40, with light brown shoulder length hair. She may have been 40, but had a body of an eighteen year old. I looked down only to find a gorgeous pair of feet in a very sexy pair of black high heeled sandals. The heels were those new kind which look to be about 2" wide from the back and about 1/4" wide from the side. I was looking at those feet as much as the records. As I watched she stepped tot he side and her heel landed squarely on a pencil. You could see the pencil bend under her weight and could also hear it crack and crunch as she shifted all her weight to that heel. She stood on it for a couple minutes without even noticing or caring. Then she stepped closer to me. I kept thumbing through the records and shifted a little closer to her. As I did I placed my one hand on the ground as if to support myself. She stepped a little closer again. This time we were close enough to each other that I could slide my hand and touch her heel. I had my fingers actually touching her heel. I could not resist just touching her shoe and feeling that heel as she stood there. Then the stood up on her toes to get something from an upper shelf. I figured it was now or never so I slid my fingers under her heel. In a couple seconds I was rewarded with her full weight on my fingers. That heel mashed my index and middle fingers into the floor mercilessly. She stood there looking at some glass object for a couple minutes. As she did, she would shift her weight off and on my fingers. When her weight was on the food that was on my fingers, her heel dug in with such pressure that it brought tears to my eyes. After about 2 minutes, she stood back up on her toes and put the item back up on the shelf. Then she came back down on my fingers hard, twisted on her heel, which ground my fingers into the floor and hurt like hell and looked at me. I guess she realized she had just stepped on my fingers. She gave a casual glance and matter of factly said "I guess that must of hurt" in a sort of 'Ooooo Poor you' sort of voice and just strutted off. It was all too obvious that she could have cared less if she had broken my fingers. Well, my fingers had some nice scrapes and bruises on them. As a souvenir I picked up the pencil she had crushed and still have it as a remembrance of that day.

Office Machines Repairman

Office Machines Repairman

by unknown author

A few years ago, I had a job repairing office machines. One day I was working in this office and the space I had to work in was constantly being crossed by some rather fine looking women. Most wore high heeled shoes and there was about a fifty fifty mix of women wearing slacks and dresses. Since this machine was a copier, I laid down a standard paper type disposable drop cloth so as to keep any of the toner off the floor. I had a housing I needed to repair sitting on the drop cloth and I was kneeling down and working on it. As I was working on this unit, a tall middle aged woman came by and walked across the end of my drop cloth with her spike heeled shoes. Her heels left some really nice imprints on the drop cloth. I found that watching this was a real turn on so I decided to reposition the drop cloth so that the women had to walk across it to go down this small corridor between the wall and this partition which separated the copier from the first desk. The drop cloth was 6' by 3' so I had plenty of room to do my work on one end while having a perfect setup to enable me to watch the women step on it with their spike heels. Well, as you can imagine, I took my sweet time working on this puppy! Watching these women step on the drop cloth was amazing. I didn't have to wait long before two rather attractive women in their 20's started walking towards me. One was wearing a nice pair of strappy high heeled sandals and the other was wearing a pair of black pumps with 4" heels. Both walked on the drop cloth without breaking their stride and left those nice little heel dents in the drop cloth. It was amazing to see how the drop cloth gave under the pressure of their thin heels. I worked and watched as a parade of women walked across the drop cloth leaving their heel prints. After about 30 minutes, the drop cloth had a ton of heel prints on it. The one section where they seemed to step the most had a heel print on almost every square inch of it's surface! Well, this was really turning me on and making me think. These women were paying absolutely no attention to me, what with being a lowly service man, so, I thought that if they were having no problem stepping on this drop cloth, I wondered if they would even notice if they stepped on my hand if I slid it under the drop cloth. I positioned myself such that my left hand was on the ground as if to support myself, and under the cloth at the edge of the area where there were a lot of heel dents in the drop cloth. I waited.. In a few minutes, the middle aged woman who was the first to step on my drop cloth walked by, just missing my hand. As I figured, she had no idea my fingers were just inches away from where her heel left a dent in the drop cloth. I only had a few moments to ponder this when I noticed a young blond walking my way. I waited.. She stepped on the drop cloth close enough to touch my little finger with the toe of her shoe. A near miss! Man, was I getting into this. A few seconds later, the middle aged woman started walking back my way. She was about 5'6, 150 lbs and wearing dress pants, a form fitting top and high heel sandals with 4" heels. This time, though, another woman was coming from the other direction. I thought for sure I'd get my hand stepped on this time. But, to my surprise, they both stopped right next to me standing on the drop cloth, and started talking about something to do with their business. They were oblivious to me. They both wore those sexy high heeled sandals. They were standing on the drop cloth right in front of me. I could see the cloth strain under their heels. One even turned on her heel and made an amazing impression in the drop cloth. Well, I figured this was my opportunity. I slowly slid my fingers closer and closer to the middle aged woman's heel. I was actually touching her heel through the drop cloth. Her heel was about 1/2" square and had a hard plastic tip. I kept my fingers such that some were to the left of the heel and some to the right so that if she raised up and shifted slightly I would not have to reposition my hand to get my fingers stepped on. I was in this position for what seemed like a long time. I figured I should make some attempt at looking like I was doing something constructive with this housing I was supposedly working on so I took my eyes off the two Ladies feet. before I could even start to look busy I felt this incredible pressure, followed by a searing pain in the ring finger of my left hand. I looked over to see that the middle aged woman had shifted her foot and was standing with her heel on my finger! I could see by the way her ass was tilted that pretty much all her weight was on her right foot which was on my finger. Although the floor was carpeted, her weight on that small heel was astonishing. My finger hurt so much I almost made an audible gasp. She just stood there and talked. When she laughed at something the other woman said, she kind of bounced and rocked on her heel which really intensified the pain. The initial thought of having this, or any woman step on my fingers was a real turn on, but now it was becoming a painful nightmare. I had all I could do to keep from tapping her leg and begging her to release my finger from under her heel. After what felt like several minutes, she shifted her weight off the heel and I was able to slowly slide my finger out from under it. I was about to pull my hand out when all of a sudden I heard her say something, then step aside. Thinking I was caught I froze with my hand still under the drop cloth. But in an instant I realized she did this because a couple other women needed to get buy. Before I knew what was happening, an attractive, red head, the type with a few extra pounds, but with a fine figure, stepped squarely on my hand. She was in her early 20's and probably tipped the scales at 150+. then as she stepped off, the girl behind her, a petite brunette, caught the back of my hand squarely with the spike heel of her white pump. Man, did that hurt! She could not have weighed more then 110 lbs, but I thought for sure her heel went through my hand. After those two passed, the middle aged woman stepped back to where she was and right on my ring and little fingers with the ball of her foot. This was no where near as bad as when she was standing on my finger with her heel. Finally the two women decided to go their separate ways. The middle aged woman standing on my fingers turned on her foot, grinding my fingers into the carpet and walked off. I just sat there stunned. I was in a kind of stupor. The kind you get from being turned on and amazed all at the same time. One thing I forgot was that I still had my hand under the drop cloth. I looked up just in time to see the red head coming back. She wore nice tight dress pants and a very tight knit top and some really fine wood sole high heel sandals. As I looked up at her, she stepped on the drop cloth with her left foot, then stepped on my middle finger with the heel of her left shoe. Her heel was the classic wood type so popular in the late 70's and 80's and was thinner then the middle aged ladie's heel. Although her heel was only on my finger for the time it takes to make one stride, I was amazed at the pain and pressure. I thought she had broken my finger. But I didn't even have time to ponder this as the little brunette who stepped on me before again stepped on the center of my hand with her heel as she too walked past. Well, it was high time I was out of there. I reassembled the machine, with a bit of trouble since my left hand was somewhat dysfunctional thanks to the women who had trampled it, and carefully packed up my heel marked drop cloth and left. When I was in my truck, I just stared at my hand and all the damage these women had done. I could see scrapes, bruises and such all over my hand. The best were the heel scars on the back of my hand left by that little brunette. Her heels could not have been much more then 1/4" by 1/4". One thing I have noticed is that small women seem to love very thin spike heels. The thinner the better it seems. You would be surprised at how much pain a 100 lb 5' girl can inflict with those ultra thin spike heels!

First trampling (Eva)

First Trampling (Eva)
by Comodus

Well, I have one from my older childhood, as I was 10, maybe 11 then. I spent my vacation in house of far branch of my family. A big house, with large attic and mazed cellar. It was my cousin Eva (not real name) there, aged 21, nice girl, quiet but of character, slightly higher than me but much heavier (I was rather thin for my age, so she was nearly twice my weight). She had gorgeous body and slender legs with nice feet, and unlike most of my female friends she liked to wear shoes at home and step on things. Many times I was fantasizing about her trampling me, but as I was (read: I still am) shy person, I've never got enough courage to arrange things my way.

It was hot summer, quite stuffy, so we were in shorts, T-shirts and sneakers. That day we were leisuring in the morning, she drank some beer and allowed me to drink whole bottle (it was our little secret, as my parents didn't let me drink anything with alcohol that age). Afternoon she asked me to help her moving books from her room to the attic, 'cos she had had to prepare shelves for repainting. Eva's family had very impressive library: whole 4m high and 7m long wall of bookshelves! Additionally there were two more 4m high bookcases on the attic, where old and unused books were stored. She moved all books from lower shelves, but there were a lot of them on higher ones, which she couldn't reach.


Unfortunately () there were no ladder in the house, all suitable furniture were old and too precious to climb on it (Ludwig XIV or even XV and XVI together), all we could use was old, unstable osier chair. I've been in trampling for a few years then, additionally beer made me bolder than usually, so I've tried to get use of the occasion and asked her if she would like to climb on me to reach the books. She disagreed, but once she stepped on the chair, its leg twisted and she barely avoided hard touchdown. Now she had two choices, as I've imagined it: to climb on the shelves themselves (which was very uncomfortable and little dangerous, as they could have collapsed or overturned) or to take advantage of my body. But she apparently was afraid of her weight, so she ordered me to climb on her.


I've taken my shoes off and she made saddle with her hands, I've put my foot on it, then climbed up and finally stood one leg on her stretched hands. I was not heavy, but she was not strong enough to hold me for long and after a few seconds she groaned and ordered me to step down. I told her of two of us I am a male, and although I seem weak, I am much stronger than you. After short discussion finally she consented I could be useful as the ladder.


Now it was her turn to remove shoes not to dirty me. I've cowered and made saddle from my hands, she put her bare foot on them then carefully and slowly applied pressure until she stood one leg on my stretched hands. She asked me if she was not too heavy, she was heavy, but I said she was light like a feather. It must have pleased her, because she became more confident and less delicate after that. I've stretched my legs and lifted her up, while she hold the shelves to keep the balance. She was unaware that her foot was pressing my groin - that was really what I had intended to achieve. As I was unable to take the books from her, she repeatedly took a few books, stepped down to the floor, left them on it and then climbed on me again. I've tried to grab her heel rather to force her touching my groin with her feet. As I've said she was rather heavy for me and it was hard struggle to hold whole weight of her in my hands. After a few squats with extra double of my weight I was nearly spent, but said no word of complaint. And finally she gathered enough load to carry it upstairs, put her sneakers on, we split the books amongst us and headed to attic. If the room was rather clean, in attic there were a lot of dirt and dust. Eva tried to slid off her shoes and simultaneously not to step on dirty floor, but with handful of books she lost her balance and stepped on the floor. I've squatted and she stepped on my hands again, placed books on the shelf and stepped down. I've looked at my hands and noticed they're all dirty from dust. I've told her about it, so she examined her feet - soles were soiled black. I told her to put her sneakers on, because there is no difference she stepped on me with dirty feet or shoes. Needless to say: I've always preferred being stepped with shoes rather than barefoot.


She looked for some rug to clean her feet but as she couldn't find any finally she stepped on old plush armchair and wiped her feet on its seat and arms. But she forgot to take her shoes with her and now she would have to walk all over the dirty floor again to put them on. So she asked me to bring them to her, then (still standing on the armchair's seat!) she put'em on her feet. Now she noticed dirty footmarks she made on plush with her bare feet. She giggled and started to rub her sneakers all over the armchair's surface! Now I was aroused! I asked her what with my hands?, she answered just wipe them on the armchair and, standing on one foot, examined sole of her sneaker. Look, this plush has real cleaning power. As she was still on the seat I've put my hands on it too, trying to wipe them as close to her feet as possible. She stepped from foot to foot and with one step accidentally (ha!) stepped on my fingers. Look out or I'll step on your hand and crush your bones she said. It was a challenge! You wouldn't manage I've dared her and started to move my hands quickly over the seat. She tried to pinch it with her foot, but I haven't let her to do it, just to make her little angry and less cautious. And after a few tries she finally caught my hand under her heel. I've put it on the arm of the chair on purpose, because it was much harder than soft seat. And what now? she asked with low voice, slowly applying pressure to my hand. Go ahead I've said daringly you can't hurt me!. I was almost there! But then she hesitated, pressed my hand little more, stepped back on the seat and then to the wooden floor heading to the bookshelves. Maybe later. Now we have some books to move. Whoa! Was it a promise? I'd pushed no more on her and returned to work.


Again she stepped on my hands, now with her sneakers on. After a few times all the books were on the shelf and we returned to her room. And she hasn't removed her shoes no more! We had traveled with books there and back again for couple of times, until all the lower shelves were moved. Now standing on my hands she was not able to reach upper shelves. So I've let her stand on my shoulders. She did it and now I've had perfect view of her gorgeous legs and feet. She was little afraid at first as it was much higher than at the beginning, but shortly she got used to it and even hasn't watched down what is she stepping on, letting me to position her feet. One moment I've placed her foot on my face, she slid off (leaving dirty mark on it, as it was on the attic), then tried again and nearly stepped on it, but then got annoyed 'cos my face was little higher than shoulders. She looked down and seen her foot resting on my raised up face. Eva was not ashamed of what happened and instead of apologize said yeah, lick it clean! with jokingly rude voice. But before I could put it into practice she took her foot and placed it back on my shoulder. As her feet were on the sides of my face, occasionally I've tried to kiss her shoes, hoping she hasn't noticed.


As we have been working with no break for two or three hours, we decided to make short break. We were on her room then and, trying to win some more trampling, I've layed on the floor near the bed, while she sat on the bed. Ouch! I've moaned my back is aching I've complained. She said nothing, but I've nearly heard she was thinking it was her fault as she was too heavy to me. Could you make massage on my back? I've asked after little pause. OK she agreed immediately, so I've rolled on my stomach. She started to rub my back with her hands but I was waiting for sth different. Doesn't help I've complained press harder. She applied more pressure but I've directed her in expected direction use your feet. And, what I've not expected, she hasn't say a word, just stood up and started to rub my back with her sneakered foot! Wow, it was great! I'm stamping your clean T-shirt with dirty shoemarks, you know? she noticed. It's all right, it's clean no more until you soiled it with your dirty feet I've explained And you may use all your weight. She giggled I'll crush you like a bug then.
Are you kidding I really was surpised I've hold you on my hands and shoulders and can stand much more than that! It's real foot massage method!. As you see I was in shiatsu already, but I had not known it's called shiatsu then. OK, but let me know when I'll become too heavy and with that words she quickly stepped on my back with one foot on my spine and the other on my butt. I was in heaven, as it was what I was waiting for: trampling by Eve in her shoes on. She walked slowly and carefully over my back using her flat soles. She was heavy enough to press the air out of my lungs. I was not aware of open mouth technique to avoid groaning, so she got afraid and quickly dismounted to the floor. Enough she said let's get back to the work.

When we finished with current shelf, it appeared that she is not able to reach the next one. She tried to step on the lower shelf, but it made dangerous cracking sound, so she returned to my shoulders. Go on, stand on my head I've proposed I'll not crack at all.
I doubt you can hold me she hesitated. It was good, she didn't protest strongly, maybe she realized I'm much stronger she thought. Just be careful. Go ahead! I've insisted. And it happened: she carefully placed her foot on top of my head, positioned it for a moment and after a few gentle pushes started to apply her weight to it. She was almost standing on my head when her foot started slidding to the side. It was painful because hard plastic sole of her sneaker literally have torn my hair, but if I wanted her to step on my head I had to be quiet. She noticed she will fall down and quickly lowered herself to my shoulder, then repositioned her foot and stepped up again. As always trying new part of my body as footrest, at first she was little unstable, but after a few dismountings and climbings up again she begun self-confident.

So now she stepped on my hands first (and I've had an opportunity to grab her heel and press her foot to my groin), then climbed on my shoulders (I've had to position her feet and could kiss her shoe occasionally), and finally stepped on my head with one foot and the other dangling in front of my face, pressing her sneaker to my mouth or even leaning sole upon it. To be honest I was not sure I can hold her weight on my head, but as she become more confident I've been more confident too. She tried to place both feet on my head, then started to transfer her weight from foot to foot as she reached further books. When books from the front of the shelf were removed she raised tiptoes as she wanted to reach deeper, to books placed in second line... and nearly felt down when she pushed me away from the shelf. I've regained balance in the last moment, when she slid off my head and digged heels to my blades. As her sneakers were on hard plastic soles, the edges scrached my neck and back and as they couldn't find support on my ribs - they ploughed my kidneys and finally Eva landed butt on my back.


Are you ok? she asked after a moment of surprise, while I've tried to maintain standing position. Another second she stepped on the floor taking her weight off of me. I'm sorry, I couldn't reach these books, and there is one more shelf above. We have to think of something else. How's your back? she asked again when I've examined damage her heels made to my kidneys. Fine, but I need more massage I've said and layed on the floor. She hasn't asked for anything, just stepped on my back and trampled it for a few minutes. Now she wasn't afraid she's too heavy and my groans haven't impressed her at all. Better? she stepped to the floor are you able to continue? asked thinking of books. Why of course I've said rolling to my back but front of me now.

She stood motionless gazing at me with strange look in her eyes for a long minute and I've been thinking I've exaggerated. Finally Eva raised her eyebrow and placed her foot on my stomach, then pressed lightly. Do you like being trampled or what? she asked with mysterious smile on her face. Well, I was not prepared for direct question, but remains of alcohol sharpened my wits: Being trampled by you is the most delightful thing ever meet me in my life. She rocked her foot for a while, then giggled and slowly stepped up on my stomach. I have to admit you're strong boy and it's pleasure to trample over you as well. Then she walked babysteps to my chest and stood there for another minute observing my face gets more and more red from her weight. Well, it was good we explained it to each other. I've also seen you kissing my shoes she said with voice sweet like honey, then raised her foot over my face and dangled it. I freezed being curious when she catched me on kissing her shoes, whether she was talking of today's book-climbing or my previous games with her shoes, which I'd been doing occasionally when I'd been thinking nobody sees me. She slowly lowered her foot and placed it with ball on my lips allowing me to kiss the sole. It was amazing: I was frightened to death and happy like in heaven in the same moment. Her sneakers tasted like dusty dainty and smelled of dust, rubber and little sweat. She placed her foot heel on my lips so I've sticked out tongue and started to lick the sole. She turned her foot to the sides to allow me reach every part of the plastic sole then pulled her foot along my tongue a few times. Do you tkink I don't know you're looking at my feet when I leave footprints with dirty shoes? she started to rub her sneaker over my face. In fact she liked to step on things, as I've mentioned, and to make footprints all over clean surfaces. As she rubbed her foot all the dirt mixed with my saliva converted to mud and now she simply wiped her muddy shoe over my face. Or when I crush things with my soles? With the crush word she quickly removed her foot from my face, stepped back and without looking placed her foot exactly on my rock-hard dick. Answer me: do you like crushing? she asked grinding her heel into my muscle. Y... Yes I've whispered, as she still pressed air off my lungs with her other foot. She slowly transfered her weight and a few seconds lated stood full weight squarely on my dick. Take off your shirt she ordered it's dirty enough. I've raised my back and quickly removed earlier-white T-shirt than layed back on the floor. She stood still one foot on my dick rocking back and forth to keep balance as I've been moving under her. The feeling was... undescriptable. If anyone of You even had twice your weight, beautiful woman in sneakers standing on your groin - you'll know what am I talking about. Now she put her other foot on my chest and rubbed it all around, smudging the dirt with my sweat. It was sensational feeling, but it ended quickly as she started wiping her sole over my face and tongue. Whoa! You're my first tramplee and shoe-licker! she commented with utter amazement, then placed her foot across my face, with instep on my lips and equalized pressure to both legs. Do you mind if I trample you more... she removed her foot from my face and stepped down to the floor ...later?. I knew it's a dream coming true Of course... not I've answered gathering myself from the floor. Cushty! she turned to the shelves But now we have two more shelves of books to move. Prepare for climbing.

I've took my position at the shelf and again she climbed on my shoulders, but when she put her foot on my head I asked her to wait, then slowly turned around and grabbed the shelf. Now. Step on my forehead. She quickly positioned herself squarely on my forehead and I've pitched back a little to let her drive into the upper shelf. I've moved my head little back, so she had to reposition her feet... right on my face. It was uncomfortable position, but the pressure was not too big, 'cos much of Eva's weight leaned on the shelf. Her cute sneakers covered almost my whole face, but I've seen she is peeking where her feet landed. But she said nothing. She stayed on my face for long ten minutes, then slowly straightened herself transferring all her weight to her legs. That moment I thought my neck would snap like a dry stick, but it was a seconds when she dismounted to my shoulders, ordered me to bend forward then jumped down stepping thru my back. I've seen she moved the books to the edge of one shelf below so she had to climb on my shoulders four times only to bring them down. Now we transported all those books to the attic. All the time I've watched those beautiful sneakered feet which gave me so much pleasure, so I've seen she on purpose stepped on the dirty parts of the floor to maximally soil the soles. Upstairs she climbed on me and stepped directly on my face, but now she remained straight, because back of the shelf was occupied by some rubbish and she could place only the part of our load on it. I was in fear she would make some rapid maneuver and snap my back accidentally, but she was conscious of stress applied to my body and acted with extreme delicacy.


Nevertheless my back started aching really fast and I had to gather all my will power not to say uncle. But this time Eva was really quick. She finished packing the shelf but most of the books remained not stored. The only place left was on topmost and middle shelves of the second bookcase. I was sure she would not reach the top one even if she jumped high on my head, but I was curious what she intended to do. She thought for a moment then asked me to help her with the plush armchair we wiped our hands before. We pushed it thru half of the attic right to the bookcase. To my surprise she asked me to rush down to her room and bring pillow from her bed with me. It was strange, but I said noting and was back in notime. She ordered me to place it on the seat of armchair and said C'mon, hop on it! I've stared at her in total stupefication Why? It's snow white clean!.


It shouldn't be so clean she disagreed and quickly stepped on it with both feet, leaped hardly and stepped back to the floor. How... will you hide it from your parents I've asked slowly understanding she's much more in trampling than I've ever expected. The white pillow-cloth was imprinted with perfect shape and texture of Eva's sneaker's soles. Don't worry about it. I'd like to collect your foot prints on it, so turn it over and hop on!. I shrugged my shoulders and climbed on the pillow. Eva stepped on the arm of armchair, then on my back and finally onto my head. Yeah, now she was high enough to reach the top shelf. She climbed down and up on me three times and ordered me not to move my feet or she will kill me. I thought of what kind of death would she made to me, but stood still until she finished. She turned around hard on my head ripping some more hair from it then jumped directly on the seat of armchair, which protested with loud creak. Now I was allowed to step down to the floor. The pillow squished mercilesly with our combined weight had clear and legible imprint of my sneakers on it, much more precise than any footprint I've ever seen. Eva examined it with flushed cheeks. Once more she surprised me when I've seen she must have been aroused with my shoeprints over her pillow. Good job she praised me after she swallowed saliva loudly.


Now the last shelf. We can't take this armchair to my room. What do you think? she asked. Indeed, but what could I step on? Nothing suitable we found around her house, all the chairs were too filigreed and would not hold two of as at the time. The desk would do, but was too big. Maybe my bed? she proposed. I've looked at the bed. Big, heavy, but only a meter from the bookshelves. It could secceed. So we pushed and pulled the bed until it was at the shelves. I've started to fold the bedcloth but again Eva surprised me. Don't! she ordered and jumped right on the white sheet leaving dirty footprints on it. I didn't argue, fixed the cloth back and stepped up. Again she climbed on me and brought the books down, now jumping right from my head to the bed like at the trampoline. When all the books layed on the floor she asked me how's my back. Fine I've answered. Don't believe you. Lay down on the bed. Now she trampled me more violently, maybe because she liked bumping and leaping over my back while I was on the elastic surface. Finally she ordered me to turn over, but as I was on the edge I've rolled over and felt down onto the floor. Ok. Let it be your way then she jumped from the bed squarely on my chest and stomach. I was completly not prepared. The punch of her mighty feet compressed my lungs and all the air went out thru my mouth with loud hiss. I've been coughing for long time, which was more difficult with her standing and trampling my front. But moments of tenderness remained in the ancient past and now she was not afraid of doing with me whatever she wanted. After all I've agreed to such a treatment. After what seemed a quater of trampling and licking her shoes she finally got tired and released me from underneath her feet.


We took the books and headed to the attic. Although it was great experience, I was little sore and quite tired, so I've thought the last shelf will be easy 'cos it is the middle one and no climbing/raising would be expected. I was wrong. Lay down on your back, you... carped Eva ordered me demonstrating contempt, but with smile on her face. So I've layed in the dirt of the floor, under feet of my goddess. Now she stepped on my chest and raised to tiptoes, then when finished with books - hardly lowered to heels and dug them deep into my ribs. Next batch of books she... sorry, it's too exciting for me... she took the pillow and dropped it on my face, then without hesitation stepped on it. She didn't saw what is she stepping on, so she hardly crushed my nose (with her heel probably, but fortunately no blood flown), then completly cut the air out putting her other foot toes on my mouth. When I was nearly suffocated she stepped down and took the pillow off. She burst with laughter as she saw how red my face was. I prefer to see what I'm strepping on she commented and placed her foot on my forehead (carefully examining my reaction), then slowly applied pressure and finished standing with one foot full weight on my head. She placed her other foot on my mouth and proceeded with the books. It was the final few of them. She finished, stered at me for a moment stepping from foot to foot, then she raised her foot from my forehead and turned around one foot on my mouth. She nearly tore my lips off! Ouch! I've said checking... yes, no blood so far. Too much for you? she asked. Nowadays my answer would be completly different, but then I had enough as for one day (BTW: It was much more than I've experienced my whole past life!), so I've nodded. What a pity she saddened I hoped you can resist more. What would you say for something... pleasant?
OK, if you insist... I've gave up. Only if you want she insisted. I know she insisted, it was this specific tone of her voice . OK, I've said yes!.


Fine. Then... remove your pants. Uh-oh! Some sexual things would happen! I was not prepared for it, remember, in the age of 10 I was not aware of sexual nature of trampling, but knew exactly that woman ordering the man to take off his pants means something strange, usually troubles! Eva noticed my hesitation and encouraged me Don't be afraid, I bet you'll like it. Yet you like when I step on you, don't you. It was not a question, it was a statement. Trample? Nothing... naked? I've tried to figure out what's goin' on. You only, but I thought you would prefer it bare... she tried to convince me, but I was still afraid I should resist. No, no... I've answered confusedly. But she understood it on her own way. OK, as you wish. Now, take off your pants. And underwear, of course she was obviously determined. I've started to slowly unzip my shorts, so she was assured I'll not back off and started walking around. She was dusting her shoes, I cought in flash of understanding. What for? What's connection with my naked cock? I was completly confused that moment. But she was back towering above me and my pants and underwear disappeared revealing my big and stiff muscle. I was ashamed of being naked in front of this beautiful, probably sexy (I haven't realized that that time), and twice as old as me, cousin. Female cousin. And I was afraid what would happen.


But all she has done was putting her dirty sneaker on top of my dick. I was surprised and sighed in relief. That was what I had known, though never a girl insisted standing on it exposed, so far. Might be interesting. Eva started pressing little, rubbing it with her foot. Then she quickly stepped full weight on it and placed her other foot on my lips. Her eyes were shiny, she made it for her own purpose. I've licked, kissed and sucked her shoe, she repeatedly wiped it from saliva on my chest, touched the floor with the sole, then sticked it into my face again. But the most amazing things happened to her other foot, which was squeezing my little (mayhap not at that particular moment) organ, which I used to connect with urinating. Some strange currents flow thru it, when she transfered her weight from toes to heel, from side to side, rocked and twisted, bounced and rubbed. She perfectly kept balance, my cock never slid aside from underneath her sneaker. I started to taste, explore and feel the touch of sole's tread, the hypnotizing (masmerizing?) rythm of transferred pressure, the smell and taste of dusty shoe on my face, touching gently but firmly. And then I felt great warm flood all over my body, the unbelievable pleasure running thru each nerve. Eva started panting and gasping, rocking and bouncing of her foot crushing my pleasure epicentre became wild, vigorous and brutal, I was on the edge of something... something... she now punched violently with the edge of the heel base of my muscle... nearly jumped on me holding the shelf in tight grip like if she wanted to raise it up with all her strength... I was in heavenly pain... she lowered her foot flat on top... rocked once more to the sides... transfered nearly all her weight to my face, but leaving noticeable pressure on the dick... I'VE EXPLODED... exploded... exploded... ...o%O... ...Eva stepped back on my queery wet groin and stood there attenuating those undescriptable convulsions of my instrument. I've been laying resting and contemplating the wet effect on my stomach and chest for quite long minute. Eva rested her other foot on my chest and started to wipe this gluey secretion with her sneaker. She calmed down slowly. W... What was THAT! finally I've managed to ask. You liked it? her voice sounded hoarse. Yeah! I've sighed recalling this unbelievable pleasure. I'm glad. We can repeat it... sometimes she said with not very well hidden asking intonation. I bet you liked it, too I've asked looking at her eyes. A little... she said with indifferent face, but she couldn't keep it for long and both of us laughed loud. Whoa! she screamed in delight and jumped right from my dick high on the air streching her arms in victory pose, then landed both feet squarely on my dick again. Now I realized it was all sore and expressed discomfort on my face. She momentarily noticed it and quickly, gently stepped to the floor. Sorry, you'll be sore for short time, I think. Now get off that floor and get dressed. We have to wash ourselves and clean all this mess. She headed to the stairs, but paused at the door. But... If you'll need some massage, don't hesitate to ask me she smiled nice and left the attic.

Wedding Crush

Wedding Crush
by unknown author

Not too long ago I found myself at a relative's wedding. As usual I was bored to tears. I was just hanging out when I spied this really fantastic looking woman. She was mid to late 20's, around 5'8 and of a slender athletic build. She had long sandy blond hair that was mid back length. This girl was quite attractive and one of the few wearing incredibly tight designer jeans and a nice form fitting white top. When I saw her I was at the reception and many people were there in all levels of dress from street cloths to tuxedos. This particular girl was mesmerizing. She was wearing a pair of tan spike heel boots and watching those heels punishing the lawn was a sight to behold! I was sort of following her around with my eyes pretty much glues to her feet. I watched as her heels sunk effortlessly into the lawn, then I marveled at the clicking sound they produced as she walked across the front porch and it's wood floor. Her heels left tiny dents in the floor with every step. I watched as she stood by the door twisting and turning and rocking on her heels while digging a nice little pair of deep dents into the wood floor. I was really getting turned on by this. I had to have her step on my fingers, or at least my toes. I noticed that they had a couple throw rugs in the hall by the stairs and thought if only she would go by the stairs, I could sit by the stairs and position my hand under the rug in a place where she could step on it. I positioned myself by the stairs and waited. A few minutes later another rather nice looking woman of around 40 stood next to me. I was somewhat annoyed until I noticed that although she was older, she was rather attractive and had very nice looking feet. She was wearing a nice lace type dress and high heeled sandals with about a 4" heel. She was around 5'4 and 140 lbs. Although the blond was much younger and more attractive, this woman was quite nice to look at as well, and those sandals and her feet were very sexy indeed. I decided to see if I might be able to get my fingers trampled by her. Her feet were very animated. Constantly moving and prancing about. I slid my hand under the carpet and was quickly treated to a nice trampling. Initially her heel grazed one finger, then she stepped to the side, then repositioned herself and stepped squarely on my hand with her entire foot. . She then stepped off and stood in the same place for a while. I repositioned my hand behind her heel and in about half a minute, she stepped back and sunk her heel into the top of my hand. She stood there with her weight mostly on her other foot, then I could see her hips shift and feel the excruciating pain as she shifted her weight back on the foot that was on my hand. Her heel ground into the top of my hand as she stood there. I marveled at the sight of her heel compressing against the top of her shoe and then looking down at the tiny tip of her high heeled sandal as it sat proudly atop the rug which covered my hand and sunk unmercifully into the rug and my hand. After several minutes of this, she finally walked away. I was just about to remove my hand to asses the damage when another young girl of about 12 stepped squarely on my hand. She was around 5' and probably weighed just under 100 lbs, but she was wearing a pair of white pumps with a 3" spike heel. She stood on my hand for a moment, then stepped off. She was about 6" from my hand at this point so I didn't move. Then all of a sudden someone bumped into her and she stumbled back and stomped hard on my hand with her heel as she regained her balance. My GOD, The pain was unbelievable! I could not believe this small young girl could have exerted such force on my hand. My hand now hurt like hell. Finally she stepped off my hand and I found my chance to remove it and assess the damage. As I was looking at the bruises and cuts on my hand, the girl in the jeans that I was so interested in at first appeared out of nowhere and was standing right next to me. I had to get her to step on me. I slid my hand under the rug again and jockeyed for a good position. I waited and I waited and I got more and more frustrated as she just stood there but never raised a heel or offered any opportunity for me to get my fingers under her foot. Finally someone she knew walked up and they hugged. At this moment she raised her heels off the floor. I didn't hesitate for even a second. I slid my fingers under her heels, which were about 4" apart and raised. In about 10 seconds after my hand was in position, she came down on my hand with both heels and stood there. I was so turned on and in so much pain that I liked to die. My eyes were scanning from the tips of her little heels to her lovely ass and back down again. The feeling of those heels on my hand was both amazing and incredibly painful. She stood like that for what seemed like an hour, but for what was probably no more then a couple minutes. She would slightly shift her weight from one foot to the other, but she kept her weight on my hand at all times. I was beginning to loose feeling in my fingers and was getting worried. Finally she stepped off my hand and at that time I decided to call it a day with respect to having my hands trampled. I continued to follow her around, watching her crush, dig, and punish things with her heels all the while thinking of how those heels felt as they crushed my hand. I was so turned on by this. That is one wedding I will never forget!

Trample Story - Stomped

Stomped
by unknown author


Steve and Vanessa, a newly wed couple, moved in next door to me about 3 months ago. From the very first time I laid eyes on Vanessa, I dreamed about getting under her feet. She was about 5'6" tall and weighed around 135 pounds, with slightly heavy thighs and hips, just the figure I love! We had met and got to be good friends, inviting each other to outdoor cook-outs and things of that nature.


I had recently laid new flooring down in my living room, but I didn't glue it down, nor had I replaced the baseboards along the walls yet, to hold the flooring down. Sitting in my living room one day, a plan began to formulate in my mind, and after several minutes of thought, I came up with the perfect plan to get Vanessa to punish me with her feet!


Being a bachelor, my furniture was scarce, so there wasn't a lot of re-arranging to do. I simply rolled the flooring back from one wall about 3 feet and then took my drill with a 3/4 inch bit and drilled a hole in my floor. I laid the rug back in place over the hole and then put a small piece of black electrical tape on the floor, where the hole was. I got my caulking gun and a tube of caulking from the garage and I was all set. I knew Steve was working, so I glanced out my bedroom window to see if Vanessa's car was in the driveway. It was, which meant she was at home.


It was about 10:00 in the morning, so after carefully going over my plan in my head once more, I picked up the phone and dialed Vanessa's number. After only a couple of rings, she answered. I told her I had a small project going and that I needed her help for about 10 minutes or so. She seemed more than willing to help, and asked me what I needed her to do. I told her that a knot in one of the boards in my floor had worked its way out and left a hole and I needed to put putty in the hole to plug it up and all she had to do was stand on the putty after I pumped it into the hole, and flatten it out to prevent leaving a lump under the rug. I told her she should wear some shoes with hard, chunky heels to flatten the putty with. She seemed very eager to help out and told me she would be over in a few mintues. I was so nervous and excited when I hung up the phone, I was literally shaking like a leaf!


I went to my bedroom window again and parted the mini-blind slightly so I could see her when she was coming. After just 5 minutes or so after I had spoken with her on the phone, I saw her come out the door and start walking towards my house. Lo and behold, Vanessa was wearing blue jean short shorts, a white Tee-shirt, and a pair of black strappy sandals with 2 inch hard, blocked heels! It was perfect for what I wanted!


I walked back to my living room and waited for her to knock on my door. In only a moment, she knocked. I opened the door and she greeted me with a smile that just about melted me! She was gorgeous with her long, straight blonde hair hanging loosely just below her shoulders.


I couldn't help but look down at her feet at her bright red painted toe nails. "Those sandals should work well." I told her trying to control the trembling in my excited voice. I then explained to her that the putty I was using dries very quickly when it contacts air, and that when she saw or felt the lump under the rug where the piece of black tape was, to put her heel on the lump and stand on it with all her weight for about 5 minutes to flatten the putty out. Then I told her if the putty hardened and if she could still feel the lump under the rug after she stood on it about 5 minutes, to just stomp the lump with her heel until it was flat and could no longer be felt. She smiled at me and said, "sounds simple enough to me." Just before I went out to get under the house, I reinforced my instructions, saying, "this putty gets pretty hard, so if standing on it doesn't work, you'll have to stomp it real hard in order to flatten it out." She laughed and said, "I always knew these extra pounds I have would come in handy for something!"

I smiled and assured her that she looked great. With that, I took my caulking gun and went outside and crawled up under the house. I worked my way over to where I had drilled the hole in the floor and lay down and got comfortable. Now I was really shaking with excitement, knowing that Vanessa was standing right above me just waiting eagerly to crush my finger! I reached my hand up and stuck my little pinky finger through the hole and felt the rug. I took a deep breath and then pushed my pinky under the rug up to about the first joint of my finger.


Vanessa must have been watching the floor where the black tape was, because she immediately put the ball of her foot on my finger. I could feel her rubbing her foot across my finger, feeling the "putty." In only a second or two, I felt the hard heel of her sandal position on my finger and then all of her weight came down on it. Pain shot through every nerve in my body as she stood there on my finger, crushing it flat under her beautiful heel. I could feel her heel rocking slightly on my finger as it supported all her weight. The pain was incredible! After about 3 minutes of steady crushing, my finger began to go slightly numb.


I could still feel her heel rocking slightly on it, but the pain was now minimized, due to the numbness. I lay there enjoying the pleasure of this beautiful woman crushing my finger. The 5 minutes passed pretty quickly after my finger went numb. Finally, I felt her heel lift off of my finger and then felt the ball of her foot rubbing across it to see if the lump was still there. I knew she still felt it, so I braced myself for the stomping I knew was about to come. I felt her foot come off my finger again. Suddenly WHAM-O! Vanessa stomped my finger so hard that the whole floor shook from the impact! I just thought my finger was numb!


I felt my pinky splatter under her heel. The pain was so excruciating it took my breath away for a few seconds. Before I could regain my breath, she stomped me again. The floor shook again-----and again,-----and again! Vanessa stomped my finger 5 times and then I could feel the ball of her foot rubbing over the lump my finger was making. Then WHAM-O! WHAM-O! WHAM-O! WHAM-O! WHAM-O! Five more times she stomped my finger incredibly hard, then with the ball of her foot, checked the lump again. My finger was now completely numb, so I left it there until she had stomped on it 5 more times just as hard as all the others.


After the fifth stomp this time, I pulled my mangled finger from under the rug. I could her foot rubbing across the rug. The she shouted to me, "I think I've stomped it flat now because I can't feel it!" I yelled back, "Okay, I'm coming out." My pinky finger was in a terrible mess. The nail was gone and my finger was as flat as a coin and bleeding. My plan had worked perfectly! When the feeling came back in it, my finger throbbed like a huge drum every time my heart beat.


The pain was incredible, but it was worth it all to have this beautiful creature give it such a terrible crushing!

Latino-American girl

Latino-American girl

by SubSole

--- True ---

As I travel a lot for my work, I always try to find a girl in the place where I have to spend a couple of days, who is slightly interested in trying out our beloved fetish, as I introduce it to them bluntly, by asking about their shoe sizes, favorite type of footwear and ... if I could be their doormat for some moments...

This time I had to go to Lima, Peru, for several weeks and I responded to some classifieds of girls wanting to date guys. One of the replies was of a nice 36 year old latina (of course) lady, 1m65, 50 kg, who was about to marry an american guy in a couple of months after my stay.

She wanted to try something strange and funny, before she committed herself, and agreed to meet when I was there. Super nervous I called here and she sounded so sweet. She had to laugh a lot, as I kept my part of the bargain by introducing myself (on the phone) as: "here's your doormat calling"... That night she arrived at my apartment in her knee high brown leather boots, with 4x4 cm square heels, some 6 cm high... I was shocked by her beauty, and she made herself comfortable in one of my chairs.

We talked about my desires and still she had to laugh a lot... While we were talking she placed her booted foot on my knee as a foot-rest, and loved to see my reaction as she wiggled her boot in front of my eyes, seeing my reaction (gulping). She loved the power she and over me, and I knew we were going to have some fun! She said: "owww now I know... You are one of those guys who doesn't mind going to the dentist"... That was her way of expressing her thoughts of my obvious masochistic nature that I spread out before her...

I went into the kitchen and fixed ourselves some drinks and some crisps (nuts)... and I asked her if she could crack the nut shells with the heel of her boots (size 36)... She laughed and complied and pulled her boot from my lap to put it on the nuts. But when I didn't place the nuts on the ground, but held them in my hand and placed *that* on the ground she laughed and looked me deeply in my eyes, and said: "This is fun!" and she firstly aimed her heel on in and increased the pressure until she stood on it: Crackkkkk... And she laughed... Of course, the inside was stuck on her heel and I brought her boot to my face, to eat the crushed nut from under her boot sole and heel.... She pulled her boot back when she guessed my intentions and said: "Oh no, not that side with your mouth: that is dirty!"... But I laughed and said: "Don't worry, I love it"... and with big eyes she lead her boot towards my face again, so see if and how I raked the nuts from her heel and sole with my teeth and tongue...

She sat back, amazed, but giggling, and said: “Now off to your bedroom, I want to try you as my doormat", and I obliged... I lay down without my shirt on my twin size bed, spread eagled and she jumped on the bed and placed one boot on each side of my body... She looked upon me from above and smiled: "are you ready?" and she let her left boot floating above my body, as if she was looking for a good landing space... "Yes" I said, and without hesitation she stepped up, bursting out in great laughter.... Wow... what a moment and what a sensation!

She walked up and down, while I was moaning from pleasure under her boots, and of course I was encouraging her to make my time as hard as possible, so she tried all the spots and leant back and forwards... she placed her boot sole on my mouth and I kissed it, she put her boot squarely on my throat and increased pressure, but withdrew it before I was choking... She laughed...

She was on there for at least 45 minutes, before I had to ask her if she could please step off for some time... She laughed and triggered me by saying: "I thought that you liked to suffer a little bit, so just stay there and behave!"... I had to leave out a load moaning on her reply, and she acted as if I was not here. She said she liked to dance, and gave a salsa and meringue demonstration on my chest and stomach, while I had less and less air to supply my brains with oxygen... I was in heaven...

Then when I asked her again (to step off for some moments), she laughed again and said (to drive me away from my original question): "I think you are a really nice person, and I am impressed by what you can handle... and I am impressed by something more: the number of languages that you speak!"...

As a Dutchman, we are almost obliged to speak more then 1 foreign language as our country is so small and the rest of the world sooooo big, haha...

"So", she said, "if you count slowly to 10 in Dutch, I will step off...".. and I started counting while she was making fun of her last 10 second on my body in her boots by jumping up and down on each count to leave the deep and red impression on my skin: een, twee, drie, vier, vijf, zes, zeven, acht, negen, tien!

She paused and looked down, and said: "Ok... and now in Spanish!” and laughed very hard... Owwww she made me do it in spanish too!!! "uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diez!"... She paused again... "Now in French!!" and the look in her face showed she meant business and liked my suffering below her boots: "un deux, trois, quatre, cinque, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix!".... I was gasping for air, and she and I enjoyed these tease full moments for as long as she wanted... Of course German followed after the French "ein, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht neun, zehn", and I disclaimed that I was out of languages... she giggled, turned on her heels, and said: "Ow that is no problem, I think I forgot the Dutch... please do it again"...

You can understand that I loved it a lot, that she enjoyed her power over me and the moments of fun that we had together! We went out to dance and drinks, and now and then I touched her booted foot. When I placed my hands on the ground, she was not afraid of stepping on it, and laugh in my face as she twisted the treaded soles harshly.... We repeated the acts (or 'sessions' as she would call it) several times during my stay. My chest was red with marks which I love. It was her honor to make them lat as long as possible, and she did a good job!

Eventually she married the american guy, and now and then we e-mail, and think back of the joyfully moments that we share. An awesome girl and I cherish her and our moments in my heart.

Unknowing Crush and Trample

Unknowing Crush and Trample 

by Footpath

All too often I played under the bleachers in high school. I frequently put my finger under the high heels of many, many young girls and women standing up on the bleachers. Without exception, the crushing was with such force that I still today have several scars on my hands and fingers and partial numbness on the side of my right pinkie for about a two months afterwards. The thing

that was so exciting was that as several girls leaned back on my finger with their spikes, they had no idea what she was stepping on. In the back of her mind, she may have thought that her stance wasn't quite right, but that was to be expected since there was a lot of stuff like paper cups wooden drink

stirrers on the board. One big, athletic girl with very long auburn hair, stood squarely on my finger for what seemed an eternity, but actually only about two minutes. She then shifted her standing position another area to get a better view of the game. During those two minutes, I looked up at her

well-formed muscular legs as she was crushing my finger. The sensuous pain was making my eye water. My face was about 3 inches from her shoes as she was just standing there, her wiggling weight focused on my poor little victim finger. I could smell the sensual scent of leather and close feet around. I could hear and feel the straining and creaking of the shoe as her weight

force was transferred from her foot through her shoe to my finger. My fingerwas crushed flat in one small circular area as I pulled it out from under hernow slightly raised heel. It was a little flatter on one side than the other,because when she came down on it, the heel wasn't quite centered on myfinger.  At first the flat spot was white, then it slowly turned red thenlater a light shade of purple. The finger went from a numb feeling to a warmpulsing sensation. The heel may have slipped a little as the weight wasinstantly applied. I swear I thought I could judge the amount of weight Icould take. Apparently, with the woman not knowing she is stepping onanything unusual, there would be no need to be careful or gentle. That greatly adds to the erotic feeling.

I'm middle aged now, but as I grew older, and still an avid crush lover for 30 or 40 years, I've expanded my need for good, serious crushings. I've owned several houses. A few had finished basements. One in particular had a wet bar, TV, a pool table, two sofas, and several chairs and was well suited for what was planned. My girlfriend, thinking we would marry, would do any thing for me. I asked her for her help in coming up with a plan to satisfy (at least for a while) my multiple woman crush fantasy. She said, "OK but what can I do?" I paused and said  "Throw a party in three weeks for all of your girl friends, with free food and drinks and secret gifts. I'll pay for everything." I told her that I was going to build a "false floor" at the base of the stairs down to the basement. My mind was racing with the thought of being under several attractive, sexy women in flowing dresses and high heels.

I finished the floor a week early. It consisted of a standard 4'x8' piece of 5/8" plywood built up off the concrete floor about 14" at the last 2 steps of the stairs. I got under to try it out. I even had a small pillow for my head to rest on. I drilled a  2" dia. hole in the board where my head would be and installed a piece of tinted plastic across it. A light throw rug was placed across the platform with a worn spot in the rug was placed over the 2" hole. 

I was confident that the plywood would be strong enough to support what I thought would be about 6 or 8 women at any one time. My body is fairly strong and should easily support their weight as three or four stood on it. 

My girlfriend tried it out as I lay under it. It was no problem at all with her. She is only 142 lbs. and I could maintain normal breathing without any problems. Saturday afternoon arrived and she told me to assume the position. She said that she had invited 25 women friends. If they all showed up at once, I knew I would be in for an exciting afternoon. Around 3:00PM, the first couple of ladies arrived and said their boyfriends may be coming later. (I hope NOT!) My girlfriend asked if her friend could continue answering the door for her while she entertained the people already there. As her friend went to the living room to continue answering the door, my girlfriend took the guests down stairs. The approaching sound of steps was very exciting. I quickly learned just when to expect the transfer of weight from the stairs to the false floor...and me. The music was playing and soft lights were on. The clump of six approaching heels filled my ears with anticipation as one girl then the other stepped from the stairs to the false floor. The floor started to bend a little as the combined weight of four women (about 360 lbs.) crushed down on my chest. Their individual movements could be felt as the board (and my body) yielded to the demand of their muscles and weight. They only stopped there long enough to step down to the actual floor of the basement. I did bounce a little because of the spring of the wood and the resilience of my body. About 15 minutes passed as they talked, having a good time. Then six more women arrived at the same time and clomped down the stairs. They all got to the bottom of the stairs and stepped one by one on the board. I think that all six women (about 700 lbs.) were standing there together because it became a little difficult to breathe. I just took a deep breath and held it, letting a little out at a time. All of a sudden one of the first girls that had arrived early recognized one of the recent arrivals. She came running over and jumped up on the board as the other girl started jumping with joy. I looked up at all of the legs and shoes as seven women (now collectively estimated at about 820 lbs.) were standing and jumping on my body. The best part is knowing that they were not aware that they were slowly crushing me. I almost banged on the board to get them off because I was about out of breath and the air was being forced out of me in pulses at every bounce. Finally my girlfriend said, "come on in and sit down." That

saved my life. I tried to recuperate and regain my composure. Twelve more women arrived as the evening went on. I was stepped on constantly as they went up and down stairs to use the bathroom. I was  sometimes caught by surprise when several women stepped on my "bugs eye view of the crush" hole

in the board. Sometimes my view turned all dark as the sole of a shoe was pressing down hard over the hole. Several times a small heel found its mark directly on the hole directly over my eye. Imagine if that were directly on my eye! That was scary but sooo cool. I could clearly see the material at the end of the heel compress just a little and spread very slightly as it yielded to the focused pressure of the owner's body weight. Sometimes the heel tip would distort a little as the woman's weight was shifted to the back or side,

stressing the heel and the plastic over my eye. Beyond that was the awesome view of the rest of the heel the lady's ankle and up the well formed muscular legs. After all gifts were opened and drinks gone, my girlfriend informed them that she would spring for the tab at the local cafe. It was my money, and that made it exciting too. As they all started to get up to go, my girlfriend ran ahead to get to the stairs first. As she stepped on the board, she twisted the heel of her shoe over my peephole so as to crush me like a bug. She had gotten a wild idea on how to give me the ultimate crushing of anyone's imagination. She stopped on the 4th step, turned around and looked back at the crowd gathering on the board. My breath was already being held as hard as I could. She said she wanted to announce a surprise and to get as close as possible because she couldn't yell over the music. 

"Let's all go over to Adam's Place, the drinks are on me," she said. Adam's Place is a small night club about a mile South of the house. They have several good strippers, both male and female. The drinks are  moderately priced and the food is good. There must have been all 24 woman (estimated at 2,800 lbs.) or at least 22 (estimated at 2,600 lbs.) that fit on that board as my girlfriend spoke. The board was creaking and bending something awful. My nose was flat to my face and I could feel every tiny body movement above me. I felt like several of my organs were going to explode and blow out through my skin. My flesh was

constantly shifting and squishing with the live weight pressure above. I couldn't hold my breath any longer as the live, moving weight kept its steady unrelenting pressure. I could see up a couple of dresses as they stood there over me. It was amazing to see so many attractive women standing over me and talking, especially as they fidgeted. Apparently some of the women were holding their urine too long and were now becoming desperate. I know this for sure because one girl was pressing her finger tightly against her pee hole. 

As she moved, her spinchter muscle involuntarily pulsed and released a squirt, some of which landed directly on my peephole! I could almost taste it. I want sooo much to drink her body dry. Probably several others were just anxious to go onto the club and still others were thrusting and swaying with the rhythm of the music. This was murder on me; my remaining air came rushing out. As it did, the board sagged more and more. My only saving grace was that the tremendous weight was distributed by the size of the plywood.

Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy it much as I would have liked because of the difficulty in breathing. They had been there about a minute when my girlfriend finished. They filed off and up the stairs one by one. My

breathing deepened and blood finally started flowing again. When the last two or three were left standing on the board, I could finally suck a breath into my burning lungs. When they all left I pulled myself out feeling like a crushed bug. I closely examined the top of the board. There were hundreds of spike heel dents, chips and splinters from the tips of some of the worn heel tips. It was a good thing it wasn't my body being crushed DIRECTLY by those heels. Or was it? I would have scars lasting for years! MMM Heaven! Ain't

life great? 

My name (nickname) is Footpath. I live in Southern New England in the U.S.A.

This story was taken off the net. I am the author of this story and several others with the Footpath signature.

Kindly give me the credit (recognition) for being the writer.

Thanks Footpath

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