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!

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!

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.

Limp Bizkit Concert

Limp Bizkit Concert
by TDense

Hello all. I had the pleasure of getting my hand flattened at a kid rock/limp bizkit concert this past weekend. Let me tell you about it. I was not on the floor; I was sitting in a seat in front of a woman in her early 30's. She was wearing the tightest little black mini-skirt, stockings, and low heel shoes. I waited until the main act to make my move. As you know, everyone stands when limp bizkit plays. Everyone that is except for me!! She stood up and I reached my arm around the back of the chair and put my hand down on the wet concrete. I ever-so-slowly inched it toward her shoe and a couple of times she barely stepped on my hand with the end of her shoe. I could tell that she realized she was stepping on something and she kept trying to move away from my hand, but she couldn’t move very far. The place was absolutely packed!! As she moved away some, I moved my hand toward her. As time passed, my hand did not get stepped on once. She was trying very hard to avoid stepping on me. As the music played on, I heard her say that she couldn't even dance because of my hand being there. The girl next to her said to dance on it, and then he will move it (obviously this girl doesn't know me). So, she stepped with all her might on my hand and twisted around. The pain was not bad, the satisfaction I felt right then cancelled out the pain. She did this for a minute or two and stepped off. There was conversation between the 2 girls, a pause, laughter, and then she was right back on my hand. She danced and stomped on my hand for at least 20 minutes, and then the concert was over. The lights came on, everyone was getting ready to go, but before I could get my hand up and leave, she stomped on it as hard as she could!!! She stomped with her heel a couple of times and now I have two black fingernails!! God Damn I love women!!