Oldies but goldies

[BigJoe]

I've found these on my old PC. Though I can't say who is the author, and maybe I shouldn't bring them to the forum.

[BigJoe]

I have a part-time job working at a warehouse. Part of my job is training new employees. Since it's a warehouse most of the workers are guys, but last week I had a female employee to train and took the opportunity to get in some finger crushing. We had to put some boxes away in the pallet area and the easiest way to do this was to have her stand on the wooden pallet that was attached to the forklift while I handed them up to her since they were small and light boxes. To see how she would react to feeling something under her shoe, I took a small piece of cardboard and put it under there. She stepped on it and didn't even look down to see what it was. After a few times I knocked the cardboard out of the way and put my fingers where her foot was landing. I handed her a box and she reached up to put it away and the heel of her brown work boot came down on my finger. The pain was unbelievable being smashed between her boot and the wooden pallet. This went on for about ten minutes and as she would lean away from me to put the box away, her weight shifted to her other foot, and then as she leaned back toward me to take the next one, her full weight would shift over to my trapped fingers. As we got to the last few boxes, she had to stand on her toes to put them away. She was actually standing on her toes with her boot on two of my fingers. By this time my fingers were bleeding beneath the nails and the bottom of my hand was red and scratched from the wood. After she stepped off she noticed my bleeding fingers. "What happened?" she asked. "A paper cut I guess" was all I could come up with. I was so excited by this point that it was hard to think straight. It hurt bad but I was sorry it was over and the whole time she had no idea what she was doing to me. Well, maybe another night we'll work together again. She's about 5'7", 30 years old with short blond hair and brown eyes.

[BigJoe]

It was early December and I'd stopped at an outdoor "estate auction". There was snow on the ground and quite a few people wandering around looking the items to be auctioned. As the auction began, I noticed two women standing side by side. One was very attractive wearing a knee length winter coat and knee-length fashion boots with about 2-1/2" heels that tapered down to a roundish tip about 3/4" in diameter. As she watched the auction, she kept lifting one foot, tapping her lifted heel against her other ankle and then shifting her weight, she would put the one foot down, digging her heel into the snow while lifting the other foot in the same way. I watched for a couple of minutes and she continued to do the same thing noticed she had created two little holes in the hard packed snow, one for each heel. Well, I had to try to get my finger in the path of one of her boot heels as it was firmly planted into it's hole. I moved next to her and crouched down pretending to examine some of the items on the ground. As she picked up the boot nearest me, I placed my little finger(knuckle up) over the hole in the snow and it happened, she tapped her lifted heel against her ankle and then drove it down into the snow, taking my finger with it. As she shifted her weight to her heel it went deeper into the snow ( now hard packed as ice) the back of her heel took all the skin off the top my finger as it gouged deeply into the snow. When she lifted her heel from the snow releasing my trapped finger, I withdrew my numb but bloody finger. Gawd! it hurt, but it was so exciting I had to try again. Once again she lifted her boot, and once again I placed the same finger over the hole in the snow. This time however, when she pushed her heel into the snow , she did it a little further back and my finger offered no resistance as it cracked under her weight.

Now I was really hurting, this time my finger had been broken backwards as she stepped down and been driven down into the hole under her heel. I thought I'd scream as she put all her weight on my broken finger. When she lifted her boot I quickly pulled what was left of my finger from the hole. She never realized what she had done, and to this day, my little finger on my right hand is just a little crooked , a reminder of a great day.

[BigJoe]

Tonight was another great night for getting my fingers stepped on! It was closing time for the bars and people were hanging around on the sidewalk socializing and waiting for cabs. All I had to do was pick out a nice looking girl that happened to be standing near the curb, then sit down next to her. They seldom (if ever) pay any attention to you, usually they've been drinking and are way to preoccupied with the other people around them to notice what they're standing on! Actually, I got my hand stepped on by at least 8 different women within 20 minutes, and most of them did happen to notice fairly quickly. Even after they step off I leave my hand right there, hoping they'll be intentionally cruel and step back onto it. This seldom happens, but usually within a couple minutes I can get my hand into position to be stepped on again by the same girl "accidentally". "Oh my god, I just stepped on that guys hand again! He won't move!" Ahh, music to my ears! Well, tonight, just as I figured things were winding down, I spotted a group of people standing near a street corner, three guys and three girls. One of the girls was leaning against a building, so I figured I could sit around the corner and slide my hand under her lovely black (chunky heeled) boots. Man, did I get my hand stepped on, over and over again! These folks were talking and laughing, just plain having a good time hanging out. The girl doing the stomping was a tall blonde, maybe 135 lbs or so, and she was pretty drunk. She didn't know what she was stepping on! She stepped on my fingers (I always have my hand palm down) and on my hand as far up as my wrist! I know she didn't know she was doing it, I could tell from the conversation. Over the next HALF HOUR or so (extremely prolonged for this type of thing) she managed to cause me considerable pain. Chunky heel or not, when a girl is stepping full weight just on the tip of your pinkey, or she has the skin on the side of your hand pinched, it's just like being stepped on with high heels, (excluding BZ's of course!). I managed to get the other 2 girls to step on my hand too, one was wearing cowgirl boots, the other wearing soft soled sandals. These two noticed fairly quickly that they were stepping on me, and simply stepped off and gave a quick apology and then went back to talking with their friends,forgetting I was even there. I was amazed when I was ble to get my hand under the blonde's boots AGAIN and she still didn't notice she was stepping on my hand with her heel, full weight! (I love un-even brick sidewalks!). Well they finally decided to move on, I had tread marks and dirt from the soles of all the nice women who stepped on me last night on the backs of my hands, so when I got back to my car I licked it all off. The only thing better would be licking their boots directly! I would love to set up a scene outside in a similar situation, among strangers, where a girl (maybe some of you guys reading this could get your girlfriend to go for this, if you were both into it) who knows I'm going to be there is standing on the curb, I sit down and slide my hand near her shoe, she "accidentally" steps on my hand, and then apologizes, but when my hand doesn't move, she laughs and starts telling anyone who will listen "Hey, look at this guy! He's so drunk he doesn't even feel me stepping on him, watch!" as she steps repeatedly on my fingers for everyone to see. "Look, I can even twist, or even stomp! I wonder if he'd lick my shoe for five bucks!" Maybe a few of the girls who weren't in on it would get in on some of the action, what the hell, this girl who's getting her shoe licked seems to be having a good time! If any of you reading this live in or travel to New England and would like to set something like this up, post a reply on the board!

[BigJoe]

There is a very good one named "Stomped at the book store" but the author is some guy named "HurtSoGood" which I think is a member of this forum. So I guess I shouldn't put it on the board. If he wanted he would put it himself.

The other one I've brought from my old PC is about getting beaten by strippers. But there's no trampling there. I don't know if it fits here.

My other stories - about "Kicks to the head" are somewhat related to foot fetish, so it's OK to put them here... I guess...

If I find other suitable stories from the old times I can put them here. But I have to see if it's alright with the Administrators of the Forum.

[trampleme5]

Hi Joe
I cant see how to get the stories up so have they been deleted or am i doing something wrong lol . But thankyou for your effort anyway and take care.

[Atilla The Honey]

BigJoe if these stories are within the rules of the MDFF (No underage content, no animal crush, etc.) you can publish them.

[BigJoe]

There they are!

Thanks, Attila! I would never print un underage story! The thing is: they're not mine!

[BigJoe]

Well, there you go, the Hurtsogood's story:

Hey shade, long time...Computer problems...I would say that I am in the same area that you are...I do not believe I could totally submit to a woman although it has crossed my mind and my fantasies not knowing what it would be like...I just love to be stepped on by the ladies...I had a rough time about a week ago in the same store that I love...I was about to leave when this lady approached the store and damn was she cute...gray jacket with matching skirt that just barely covered her ass and she had on flat shoes(black) with a little bow on the toe...I instantly imagined what it would be like to have her walked all over me...She went just inside the store to the ladies dept. so I walked to the window and stared a bit and fantasized about what it would be like to be under her...She caught me staring at her legs and feet and walked away...I just had to go inside and see her again...When I got near her her back was to me near a rack of clothes and i was in a slight hurry as I had been there in the store for some time and had to get home before I needed an excuse so I just knelt down by the clothes rack to get a better look at her feet and just as I did she turned and saw me and said "may I help you find something?" Startled, I said no that I just wanted a closer look at her feet and shoes and she called me a pervert and walked away...I should have left it at that and gotten out of there but she was too lovely to let alone...I approached her this time and asked if she was curious as to why I was doing what I was doing and she said just a little and asked what it was I wanted...I told her that I loved to be under womens feet and shoes and be walked on and she said"are you kidding and I said no...Next she said well I guess that it could not hurt me to help you out and we walked over to a blind area and she said lay down and I will do it for you...In all the excitement that was going through my head I forgot that she had called me a pervert and did not think that maybe this would be a trick...This is what happened...I laid down between a 2 racks of clothes on my back and told her anytime she was ready....She smiled and said close your eyes because I do not want you to look up my skirt, so I obliged and the next thing I heard was...Are you ready?...Sure go right ahead and then the next thing I saw was STARS AND LOTS OF THEM!!!! This lady must have raised her foot to the ceiling and stomped down on my balls as hard as she could!!!! I could not breathe or even scream it hurt so bad and as I was turning over on my side she ground her foot in a bit and then pulled away...The pain was excruciating and I did not know if she was even still there until the next thing I knew her foot was on the side of my head pushing down and grinding my ear with the sole of her shoe and calling me a pervert again and that I had better never try this again with anyone that she hears about or she will call the authorities and she left me there to fend for myself and I knew I had to get up before someone saw me there and when I got up she was nowhere in sight so I hobbled away and went home...It was hard to walk straight for two days and I just told my wife that it was a cramp ...I have not been back in a week and am having thoughts of changing stores...I know that I am Hurtsogood but this was over the edge for me....Talk with you soon

[BigJoe]

Maybe most of you don't like this kind of storiy. Let's say that it is related to foot fetish.

About 5 years ago I was at a strip club and was getting a private lap dance by a hot 22 year old girl. She told me repeatedly to stop touching her, but I was drunk and wanted to just kiss her ass. At one point she had her back to me and she started dancing and bent over at the waist, it was then that I pushed my face into her asscrack and started licking her. I figured she would just yell at me like she had prior. Instead, she turned around and front snap kicked me right in the face 3 or 4 times, my head bounced around and I fell to the floor. She started screaming at me and stomping on my face and chest. Within 5-10 seconds the bouncers came over and roughly threw me out the back door into the parking lot. Luckily, they figured I had been beaten enough so they didn't hurt me. Unbeknownst to me, a couple of the other strippers came up to the girl and asked her what I had done, when she told them a black girl said that she would have liked to teach me a lesson. From what I later learned, the dancer I was with told the black chick that I was laying against a wall in the parking lot and if she wanted to teach me lesson, I probably couldn't do much about it. Basically, all I remember from this point is that I was lying on the ground, against the wall and I heard the high heeled footsteps of someone approaching me, I opened my eyes and saw a tall black girl walking toward me. She didn't say a word but came right up to me and started kicking me in the face brutally hard. Apparently, she kicked me into unconsciousness & then pissed on my face because I woke up in the hospital with a broken nose and orbit(around eye socket). Anyway, I sued the club and she said that she was just going outside to have a smoke and that was when she saw me and that I started calling her a whore, so she started kicking me in the face. I received $7500.00 from the club.

[BigJoe]

He'd been working in the office for years. Quiet and painfully shy, he'd become anonymous, if not invisible to his co-workers. He did all the menial jobs which people took for granted and he generally went by unnoticed on a daily basis by everyone. He silently accepted the abuse he suffered at the hands and feet of the girls at work no longer acknowledged his presence.
He began the day by stocking up the supplies of paper on the shelves below the printer in one of the typing pools. As he knelt down, he steadied himself by placing one hand on the floor. One of the secretaries walked over to the printer to retrieve a document she'd just typed and as she did, her left foot trod hard on his fingers. He winced as he watched her black open-toed mule press down steadily as she waited for the document to appear, unaware of the pain she was causing him. After 30 seconds or so of torment, she scooped up her work and turned twisting her foot on his throbbing fingers before she walked away. Wearily he rubbed his fingers to get the feeling back as he got to his feet.
He then went to fetch the morning post from reception. As he grabbed at the pile, a few slithered from his grip by the receptionist's feet, who was busy dealing with the morning rush of calls. When he bent down to get them, she shifted her position slightly, pinning a few letters under the 3 inch heel of her black leather boot. He carefully tried to pull them free, not wanting to interrupt her, but to no avail. He gently cupped her boot in his hand to lift it slightly but she moved again, freeing the letters but instead pinning the palm of his hand under her thick heel. He bit his lip as it dug deep into his skin. With his free hand, he placed the fallen letters on the counter with the rest of them from his half curled position on the floor. Just then, another secretary came in. 'Mail hasn't shown up yet' she breezed to the receptionist, who glanced round, saw the letters on the counter and pointed at them idly. The secretary walked round to collect them, not seeing his prone body on the carpet. Reception was always a bit cluttered so it wasn't strange to her to have to clamber over some crap lying around. He looked up at her, his hand still pinned, but she didn't even glance down as her right foot stepped on his upper arm. She placed her left foot on his shoulder as she picked up the mail and he could see the worn suede on the toe of her blue pump inches from his face before she climbed back down.
Later that morning he had to try to unclog one of the photocopiers that had jammed. He got most of the twisted paper out fairly easily but one piece was stuck tight low and at the back of the machine. He reached in, stretching his fingers but couldn't quite get it. He could stretch a little more if he laid down, which left his back and legs exposed in the corridor. Although no one really saw him, it was as if they could sense something was there so instead of tripping over him, the girls would just walk over him as if he was part of the floor. While he unjammed the copier he was stepped on three times. First he felt a flat sandal press down on his lower back as one girl walked past. Then a low heeled pump trod hard on the back of his thigh. The third and the worst was the thin stiletto of probably the most attractive girl in the office. She actually had come to use the photocopier and stood huffing as she jabbed as the unresponsive controls, her feet placed side by side on his shoulder blades, her heels like daggers. He turned his face to the side to stare up at her as her right foot moved forward slightly. He could see the dusty worn sole of her shoe as came to rest on his cheek, before pressing down as she pushed and shook the machine. Her foot lifted and she aimed a frustrated kick at the machine and as she did, her slender heel dragged along his cheek, drawing blood. Giving up she petulantly stamped her foot on his cheekbone before storming off.
Bruised and battered he got to his feet. It was only Monday morning...

[BigJoe]

Provincial Coroner's Inquest: June 30, 1964 Revision request pending RRs 331982.2 Calgary, Alberta. Oct 8, 1965

Comments: (Coroner)

As stated in regional record 331982.2, Master George Lee Steffan, a seventeen-year-old male, was stipulated to be a suicide. The forensics of this case, however, has led the consultant psychologist to restate this death as an accident. The psychologist's statement follows:

Comments: (Forensic Psychologist)

George Lee Steffan was an employee at the Calgary Stampede, an annual celebration held in Calgary, Alberta. Mister Steffan was hired as a groundskeeper. Evidence presented at the coroner's inquest (site: RRs 331982.2) has shown that on the evening of June 22, Mister Steffan was told to place a protective covering over a large muddy area in front of the portable woman's lavatory. With the help of three other groundskeepers, Mister Steffan placed a 3 x 4-meter pine platform of 5cm.thickness on the mud in front of the ladies' portable lavatory. The awkward wooden rectangle required four men to move and place flat in the mud. The wooden platform was unbending. Sometime after sunset (approx. 11 PM), Mister Steffan (from here on referred to as "the deceased") raised the wooden rectangle far enough for him to slide his body well under it. There he lay upon his back spread-eagled so as to keep the platform from appearing tipsy while he lay beneath it. His body was found the following day when the platform was removed. He appeared to have been crushed into the mud. At first, the deceased's actions were deemed a suicide. Upon further examination it is concluded that this death was an accident. It is so concluded for the following reasons: The deceased could have had no reasonable expectation that this action would have cost him his life. A few women walking over the platform would not, under normal circumstances, posed such a threat. But then, what could have been his motivation for placing himself under the wooden platform? It is argued here that the deceased suffered from a rare crush fetish. Those exhibiting a crush fetish desire to be dominated or overpowered by the weight of one or more women. Such men often fantasize of being trampled by many women or of being somehow shrunken by a woman and crushed underfoot. Crush fetishists are almost always men and the fetish appears to have its origins in early childhood, although the mechanisms of its development are poorly understood. The deceased, then, was attempting to achieve sexual satisfaction by placing himself in a situation in which one, two, or even a few women might place their weight upon his body as they walked upon the mud covering to cross to the lavatory. As further evidence of this, it is submitted that the freshly drilled hole in the "platform" was to serve the purpose of a peephole so that the deceased could observe the women approach and walk upon him. This observation is supported by the fact that the rounded edge of the peephole made a deep "cookie-cutter" impression about the deceased's eye socket. The deceased was most likely thrilled to feel himself pressed into the mud (which would symbolize his low status) by the crush of the woman, and to know that they were unaware that he was under their feet (further showing his lowly status in that the women took no more notice of him than if her were an insect). The miscalculation that lead to the death of the deceased is believed to have occurred just after 1 AM when the roundup dance ended. At that time a large number of women left for the lavatories and formed a queue. The deceased was not observed to struggle or make his presence known because he most likely had no opportunity to do so. One can imagine that he had gotten used to women walking over him and then stepping off once they had crossed the cover. Having not considered the possibility of a queue forming in front of the lavatories, it must have seemed strange when one or two women walked onto the "platform" and then came to a halt at about the position of the deceased's head. It is reasonable to assume that the deceased remained quiet so as not to give himself away while waiting for the women to step off of him. But instead, more women stepped onto the "platform" enlarging the queue. In short order he would have been under enough weight to prevent him from breathing, or even perhaps crying out (there was loud music playing at the time, so should he have managed a cry it would most likely have gone unheard). His body would have also been firmly pinned by the time he realized what was happening. A little after 1AM a light rain began to fall and the queue thickened as women gathered on the "platform" to avoid the mud. There may well have been upwards of 20 woman on the "platform" at any given time. Although the deceased was lying in a thin layer of mud, there was hard packed ground beneath that. As each woman added her weight the total apparently grew to well over one ton. The coroner has determined that such a weight is sufficient to crush a man to death and that, in this instance, crushing was the cause of death. It is therefore recommended that this death be reclassified as an accident.
Mr. Ree

[BigJoe]

Nicole Mowbray
Sunday September 28, 2003

Even the most dedicated fitness fanatic occasionally needs extra motivation to make it to the gym, but a novel craze for slovenly New Yorkers takes encouragement to the extreme. Slavercise will raise your heart rate but there isn't a treadmill in sight. Be very afraid - and prepare to be whipped, slapped and intimidated into shape.
Run by a famed New York City dominatrix, petite blonde Mistress Victoria, Slavercise is an aerobics class which truly enforces the mantra 'no pain, no gain' and has attracted several celebrity clients.
Armed with a riding crop and clad in rubber, fishnet stockings and five-inch stiletto heels, 30-year-old Mistress Victoria puts 'slaves' through their paces in an S&M-inspired workout combining traditional aerobic exercise with her own tailor-made moves.
The classes evolved after she found herself forcing out-of-shape clients into performing sit-ups and press-ups at private dungeon sessions. 'A lot of people coming to see me as a dominatrix were obese and apologising for the way they looked. I figured it was time to do something about it,' explains Victoria.
'There was one client who used to come to sessions with snacks. I'd make him run around the room and chase his little snack cakes, then smash them in his face rather than letting him eat them.'
Victoria has been a dominatrix and role player for nine years but is also a media studies graduate and qualified gym instructor. 'People are more likely to pay attention to their workout if their trainer's a woman clad in leather and armed with a whip,' she says.
Slaves pay $20 for an hour-long weekly group session of verbal and physical humiliation, beatings and being bullied into shape. Latex, leather and rubber catsuits are optional - the only thing you need to bring to Slavercise is a pair of trainers and a bottle of water. The tone for the class is set when Mistress Victoria tells her students: 'You all look so pathetic.'
Squats, sprints, lunges and crunches combine to produce a solid workout which has the fittest slave in the pack breaking sweat. Victoria finds out each slave's particular desires before class. A foot fetishist, for example, gets extra push-ups at the Mistress's feet. 'People who wouldn't normally work out are doing so, which surely has to be a good thing,' she says.
A cross between Jane Fonda and Catwoman, the toned, super-fit and slightly scary Victoria also runs one-to-one classes, sessions for couples and group classes at Manhattan's Musical Theatre Works. Both sexes attend Slavercise classes, although there are more men than women.
Group sessions are limited to 15 members, but 150 couples and 130 individuals are enrolled for private tuition. Victoria will not reveal the identities of her celebrity clients but tantalisingly adds there are a couple of professional athletes on her books.
Penalties for slacking are humiliating. If you fail to impress, you might find yourself kissing the Mistress's derriere, oinking like a pig or donning a pink tutu.
The Slavercise website proclaims: 'You'll sweat, you'll laugh and you'll come back for more.' But if a dungeon in New York is too far to go, you can make do with the Slavercise DVD, 'for fat losers who haven't worked out in a long time'

[BigJoe]

Last weekend was the work’s Christmas party. Things started out as per normal, directors giving their speeches And I thought this is going to be boring. We were all seated at tables for the dinner and as the evening went on Christmas crackers, party poppers and balloons were getting thrown everywhere. When the meal had finished the music started and the waitress and waiters moved and stacked tables and chairs at the rear of the hall. The hall was not that large so people were standing leaning against the tables. The bottom row of tables still had their tablecloths on, this is when I thought to my self somebody up stairs must love me because all of the tablecloths were touching the floor and there was crackers and rubbish all over the floor. I watched for some time as the women near the tables danced and moved around not even looking at what they were treading on. I seized the opportunity as one of my directors took the mike and everybody moved forward to listen to what he was saying to slide under the table and wait. I put my first two fingers inside a cracker tube, I thought this way no body will see my fingers if they look down. After several minutes the music started again and from my laying position I saw a pair of heels dancing just in front of me. Carefully I slid the tube out with my fingers inside it must have been only a second when suddenly I felt pain shot up my arm as her heel had landed on the nail of my index finger this only lasted for a brief second then the heel was off my finger. Keeping my fingers in the same place I was able to get them danced on so many times that I could not keep count of. After about an hour the woman moved away just out of reach. Looking along the table I spotted a pair of wedge sandals very close to the cloth, I slid along so I was level with the sandals and again I slid the tube out between her feet and kept still. I felt slight pressure come down on my fingers then my fingers were being prodded and rolled as she played with the tube under her sole. This was turning me on big time, as she had no idea it was my fingers inside the tube when all of a sudden I felt her full weight come down between the first and second knuckles of both fingers. This is where she stayed for a good twenty minutes talking to her friend and at no time did her weight let up at all it stayed there. My fingers were so cold that I was loosing any feelings, just as I thought the pain can’t get any worse she slid her foot back half way out of the shoe so the middle of her foot was on the top of the heel area, put her other foot on top of this foot and was balancing back with the toe in the air. With all of her weight on the heel was then made worse by the fact she was slowly twisting the heel from side to side as she laughed and joked with her friend. I felt the side of my first finger explode as I was hoping and praying she would move. Here she stayed for about ten minutes as soon as I felt her foot move off I pulled my fingers back as quick as I could. I was right the side of my finger had split and was bleeding the other finger was purple and was then starting to throb badly.

[BigJoe]

Question: Ladies, what's the craziest thing you've ever stepped on in heels?

Answer: Michelle & I can answer that one, it's the shoe salesman's finger! Michelle P. (who works here with me) told me last Friday at lunch about a salesman she discovered in the women's shoe department at Dillard's who is twisted. Michelle says he gets his jollies by having attractive women squash his fingers while they're trying on high heels. His trick is he'll ask you to stand while he's fitting you and slips his pinky finger under the tip of your heel just as you start to stand down on it. Michelle says if you cooperate and really step on him, he'll let you have the shoes "at cost" and sometimes a lot less.

Oh, *R*E*A*L*L*Y*?

Well you know me. Little old Gina would dance barefoot on a bed of hot coals for a shoe sale. Remember too, I grew up with 3 brothers. I can be sadistic. A kinky salesman willing to sell me high heels at wholesale in exchange for me just stepping on his finger with them better have the Band-Aid box ready. I was so giddy that afternoon I couldn't concentrate on work. I couldn't wait to try it, but was still afraid to go alone and so talked Michelle into going with me after work. Oh my God you guys, he does it all right! Michelle and I both squashed the living shit out of him with all of our weight. I let him feel my 110 pounds with the heel of a $125 pair of Ferragamo (to die for) Italian leather pumps. "My price" for those gorgeous shoes was 34.95! I was so happy I nearly pee'd my pants! Then Michelle nailed him with her 132 pounds in a sexy-looking pair of 4" narrow heeled black suede ankle boots just for the hell of trying them on, with no intention of buying them. Michelle is one brutal bitch. She stood on him for a good two minutes and you could see by the flushed look on his face that she was really hurting him. I'm not sure which of us did it, but when Michelle finally got off of him you could see his finger was bleeding. As we were leaving the mall I told Michelle I thought the guy had a very nice personality and was kind of cute and I was actually starting to feel bad about hurting him. Michelle said, "Screw him! Gina, the guy wanted you to step on him! Besides, I'm a regular customer. He probably gets an erection as soon as he sees me come into his department because he knows I'm a sure thing. I've squashed him at least a dozen times and have a closet full of Dillard's best shoes to show for it. And yes, I am a sure thing. Any guy stupid enough to slip his finger under me when I'm in heels is going to feel what high heels are all about. I'll step on him in a heartbeat and make sure he feels *ALL* my weight just as a payback to males in general. Besides, I'd bet twenty bucks that guy probably raced into the men's room as soon as we left and is in there right now jacking off with that hot looking pair of boots I spiked him with and moaning something like "Oh God, sweet baby in heels" and squirting cum all over them, with every squirt in Gina and Michelle's honor. The way I look at it, you and I are probably the two hottest babes he's ever been stepped on by and you just know we made his day. He's in there having the best gut-wrenching orgasm of his life right now. Hell, he may never stop cumming!"

[BigJoe]

I had (years ago) in high school at football games, gone under the stands and loosened the bolts holding the wooden bleacher tops. I would then push the board up with my head with three or four high heeled ladies legs resting on it. It was heavy, even just with their legs. I would slip my four finger tips under the board and the steel frame of the bleachers. I would wait like that for a few minutes enduring a steady crush with the ladies bouncing their feet to keep warm. when a touchdown or a good run got everyone excited, it did me too. Usually it caused everyone to stand up to cheer. When that happened, my fingers felt like they turned to mush. The weight was way more than I could take and I couldn't get my fingers out until they sat back down. one time a lady spotted me before she sat back down and said, what are you doing down there? She was standing right over my fingers and as I looked up at her, my fingers hurt so bad I couldn't even say anything. The other lady too stood up to see who her friend was talking to and both ladies now were flattening my fingers. I put my head under the board and pushed up with all my might. It lifted just enough to pull my fingers out that were now flat. As I did, I took off, so as not to get caught. My fingers hurt more and more as they slowly got blood back into them. Two of them had split at the end, but were not bleeding. I guess there was not enough blood in them to bleed.
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[BigJoe]

Some favorite experiences
On New Years Day, 2000, I went to the supermarket. I spotted a very attractive blonde in her early thirties. She was about 5'5", slim, wearing a sleeveless top and multi-coloured (tight) shorts.
She had a great body and was wearing black leather open-toed platform pumps, which immediately captured my attention.
I was in the cooler section admiring the view when I saw her reach for something on a top shelf, but was unable to grab what she wanted. She put her right foot onto the edge of the the freezer and was about to step up when I took the plunge and said "Excuse me, do you need a hand?" She explained that she was after the tub of Philadelphia cheese from the top shelf, and asked if I could get it for her. I pretended to try to reach the one remaining tub at the back of the top shelf, but of course couldn't quite get it. "Sorry, I can't reach it either."
She thanked me for trying. I then said "Here, you can step on my back" as I knelt on my hands and knees. She seemed shocked and said "What!? No, I couldn't stand on you." I knelt up and she said "Can you just hold my foot steady? I'll stand on this" as she put her right foot onto the side of the freezer. I held her platform shoe at the heel and toe as she moved it a few times in preparation for stepping up. She then looked over at the staff at the checkout and said "I'd better not. I'll probably get in trouble for stepping on their freezer", putting her foot back down.
I tried to seem as casual as possible when I said "Go on, step on my back" and knelt back down. I think that maybe she'd regretted saying no to this offer the first time, because this time she said "Are you sure?". Of course I said "Yeah, be my guest".
She put her right foot (still in platform shoe) on the middle of my back and said "I'm going to!" as if giving me a final chance to back out. She stood up full weight on her right foot. Her left foot dangled at my side, the toe of her shoe/foot resting up against me. I couldn't have been happier. Her weight was firmly pressing down on me, her heel sometimes wobbling ever so slightly on my back. Her shoes had a hard rubber sole. After about 30 seconds she brought her left foot up onto my back, next to her other foot. And she continued to stand there like that for at least another 30 seconds. It must have been quite a sight, some beautiful girl standing on some guy's back.
Then I realized that she was standing on me for an unusually long time (I think she must have been enjoying it). Being not too bright, I then asked her "How's it going up there?" She said "Yeah, got it" and she stepped down, all her weight going to her right foot on my back, and then her right foot also stepping down, lightly scraping across my back as she did so.
She smiled and said "Thanks, it's terrible being short". I said "Well at least you're light". She gave a little laugh and said "I can't believe I actually stood on you, I hope I didn't hurt you". I laughed and said "Not at all, even with your shoes on".
She looked down at her shoes and said "Oh Yeah! I probably should have taken them off before standing on you" (I had been surprised - pleasantly - that she hadn't just slipped her shoes off before stepping onto my back) I replied "No worries." She thanked me again and said goodbye.

Later in the same year, there was a wrestling event that some friends invited me to. I'm not into the wrestling as much as these guys, and was scoping the crowd for hot chicks before they opened the doors. I saw a gorgeous little blond girl (only about 5' neat). About 18 or 19, wearing a black cap, black jacket and pants and Black Fila runners. She was with a friend and I just admired the view. They opened the doors and we took our seats. It was my lucky day, because the blonde girl's seat was behind mine, but one to the left. Her friend sat directly behind me. My two friends were sitting either side of me. The hot blonde was not shy. She put her feet on the back of my friend's seat whenever it suited her (I thought about asking him to swap seats with me), and she yelled out at the wrestlers: including things like "Jump on his head!" and "Kick him in the balls!" I was smitten.
I was about 5 rows from the front, and throughout the night she had trouble seeing everything and had to keep standing on her seat, complaining to her friend whenever other people stood up. When the main bout began, between Sabu and Chris Candido, the entire audience stood up on their seats and she couldn't see anything. She yelled for everyone to sit down, but no-one did. I, however, bent down, as if to keep out of her line of vision, but with my back horizontal to the floor. I was thinking of offering her my back to stand on, but thought perhaps I'd seem too silly, when I heard her talking to her friend.
"I'm going to stand on this guy". Her friend was saying "No. don't" "But I can't see anything. I'm going to" I turned around and looked at them. She went all red in the face - busted. I smiled, nodded and pointed to my back saying "Go on". She didn't hesitate. She stepped on the back of my seat, and straight onto my back. My friends knew about my fetish and paid no attention to this development. She moved around a bit to get her balance, then stood in that spot. She didn't speak to me or ask me how I was coping. As the match got under way she got more and more excited. She seemed to bounce around a bit. She sometimes twisted her foot as she moved it, which I loved. At one stage she even jumped up and down a bit. I just concentrated on keeping still, so that she wouldn't fall and hurt herself. She moved around quite a bit, from my lower back to the tops of my shoulders and neck. She really was totally unconcerned about what/who she was standing on. When Sabu (her favorite) was losing, she got mad and actually stamped her right foot hard into my shoulderblade - twice! The match went for about 15 minutes, but I wish it had gone on forever. She was pretty light and didn't hurt me (the next day I just felt like I'd had a good solid back massage). I don't know whether she realized she was too little to hurt me, but I think it more likely that she didn't care if she did hurt me. When the match was over, everyone sat back down. She turned around to face her friend, who said "Come on, hop off the poor guy. You've probably broken his back". She slowly moved to my lower back then carefully moved back to her seat. When I turned around she just smiled at me and casually said "Thanks!"...she looked like she'd just had one of the best times of her life. I certainly had.

I cherish memories of moments like these. I'd like to think that the women who stood on me also have fond memories of the occasion, perhaps telling friends about the time they stood on some guy...a total stranger.


p.s. once again: these stories are not mine. I've found them on the net some years ago. My stories are in "Kicks to the head".

I'm just trying to bring something positive to this board.

[stivalo]

this two last stories are great!
i've red all pleasantly

[BigJoe]

At Work Today

I had an interesting day at work today. I had to re-route some wiring for
several cubes. Well, I saved Sharon’s cube for last. She is about 5’5, 125
lbs, very leggy and attractive. She usually dresses in nice office attire: knee
length skirts, blouse, blazer, and of course pumps. Well, in order to work on
her wiring problem, I had to get into the cube directly in front of hers. This
cube was used as a storage unit, and nobody goes in there but me.

As I entered the cube I could see Sharon’s feet from her cube coming under
the wall. The wall is actually about 2 feet up from the floor, so she could
easily stretch her legs through the opening. I looked up at the ceiling and
mouthed the words “thank you”.

Being a storage closet/cube of course there was an abundance of junk lying
around, in fact she was using a CPR dummy (I think they’re called
resusi-annie’s) as a footrest. I couldn’t believe it. The sight of her black high
heeled pumps resting on poor resusi-annie’s face was nearly too much for
me to take. So, I kneeled near Sharon’s feet. From her position there was
really no way for her to see me, but my heart was racing anyway. I slowly
lowered my face to her right foot, I stuck my tongue out and touched it ever
so gently on the very tip of her shoe.

Suddenly she shifted and as I watched her pull back from her chair, she spun
and left her cube. I didn’t know what to do, but my senses returned and I
carefully removed the CPR dummy and laid down in its place. I figured if she
found me, I am working on the wires, so I was covered. I waited for what
seemed like an eternity, maybe five minutes, and I saw her legs appear and
she climbed back in the chair. I was suddenly nervous, “maybe this isn’t a
good idea”, I thought. Then before I knew it, her left foot stretched out and
descended on my face. The thing to know about CPR dummies is that they
feel like people, they are thick and heavy. Obviously, she didn’t notice
anything because her left high-heeled foot landed squarely on my face. The
sole hit my forehead, almost directly in the center and the heel of the foot
landed and scraped down my right temple. She did a lot of twisting and
adjusting, it was at that point that I felt her right shoe land on my throat. I
froze, I didn’t know what to do. I waited. She continually fidgeted and
twisted her feet. Her heels scraped the side of my head and neck. At one
point she rested her right foot only on its heel, and the spike sank painfully
into my throat. I could breath, but the pain was excruciating. All I know is
that what seemed like a good idea, became dangerous. Her left foot slid
around, crushing my nose. She slid that shoe up and forward, and the heel
suddenly found my right eye. Let me tell you, yeah, she was only sitting, but
even her leg weight added to the heel doesn’t feel very good on your eye. I
did all I could do not to cry out, then I had to try and move. I turned my
head slightly, she felt it. I thought, “oh shit, here it comes, I’m busted”, but
no, she didn’t look. She lift her left foot off of my face and then leaned back
started kicking my head back into position. The toe of her shoe struck me 3
or 4 times, I had to turn my head and when I did, plop, her foot was back on
my face. That was okay because her heel wasn’t in my eye anymore.

I endured/enjoyed this for nearly 45 minutes, before she got up and I put
the CPR dummy back in place. However, I need to complete her wiring
tomorrow, and something tells me it could take all day.

Mat11

[BigJoe]

About 4 years ago, my girlfriend at the time and I went out to a club one night
to see an amateur beauty contest. We got there a little early so we decided to
get something to eat while waiting for the club to fill up. At around 9:00, the
contestants were starting to arrive and they went in back to get dressed. The
club owner was a friend of my girlfriend, and he asked us if we wanted to go
backstage to meet some of the contestants. Being sort of a jealous type she
didn't really want to but agreed to for my sake. We were in this large room with
the contestants milling about when one of the bartenders came in, a slick
talking guy who seemed to know his way around women. He began coaching
them on how to present themselves, how to walk, chin up, that sort of thing. He
told them that a sexy walk was an old trick of the trade. He then asked if any of
the girls who were a little unsure of walking in their high heels if they would like
to use him as "practice". He then offered to lie down on the floor and invited
any of the contestants to walk on him saying "if you can master walking on an
unstable surface like my body then you'll have it made." I could feel my face
grow hot with envy at the balls that this guy had, and I was wanting so badly
to lie down next to him, but my girlfriend would have had a conniption fit. I still
regret that night even now because we had split up three weeks later without
her even trampling me once! Four of the girls immediately volunteered to try it,
while the others stared in disbelief. Each girl slipped on their spike heels, and
one at a time took turns walking on him, giggling the whole time. When the
fourth girl was getting ready to step off him, the other five or six contestants
were now all too willing to get this "unstable surface" as he called it a try. My
heart was in my throat, beating like a jackhammer, and I felt like I was ready to
faint. The sight of these beautiful women wearing high heels and lining up for a
chance to walk on this guy was making me physically ill with envy. I ask, when
was the last time you had a group of beauty contestants waiting impatiently for
their chance to walk all over you? Exactly, now you get my point. Each girl
ended up walking on him and a few of the more confident ones began dancing
on him, some of the girls returned for a second and third attempt in trying to
perform a sexy walk on him. The women all thought he was such a fantastic guy
for giving them this opportunity to help them out. How's that for reverse
psychology? This guy was GOOD! That night is burned into my brain as one of
the examples of sweet talking your way into trampling, and also a painful
reminder of my own stupidity. Well, I am working on the last part. Keep an eye
open for any local beauty pagaents, think of him, then think of my mistakes, and
with enough gumption you never know what may happen!

Edited 10/15/00 9:16:01 PM ET by RCAINE1

[BigJoe]

Another Finger crush story
10-Oct-98 14:21:58

Hi again.
Let me tell you more about the bookstore, where I was hanging out,
looking for women to step on my fingers.

One day, I decided to go at home, when I saw a woman with fancy
grey metalcoloured awesom pumps with 3.5"spiked heels.
She wasn't that tall, and everytime she took a book at a certain
height, she stood on her toes, lifting her heels.
What a chance to put my fingers under it. I began looking books at
the other side of the corridor, and put my fingers on the spot where
her heels would come down.
The first time, she put her foot down, she slid off my finger. I saw
from the corner of my eye that she looked down,
and as always, I left my hand there, waiting if she'd say something,
but she didn't. She lifted her heels again, and I held my fingers
powerfully together under her mighty heels.
Suddenly, she came down on my fingers with such a force! She slid
off, and a piece of the skin was ripped off at the side of my finger.
My finger was bleeding of course.
I left my hand where it was. And what did the woman do? she
stepped 3 inches back, with the heel right on the middle of the uuper
side of my hand.
Now I was certain she knew she was standing on my hand.
After that she raised the tip of the shoe, gave a twist on her heels,
and stepped off, raising her heel again while she reached for another
book.
She stood there for a rather long time, as if she was waiting to see if
i dared to put my hand under her heels again.
I was so hard, but my hand hurt like hell, it was already bruised.
And because I understood that this woman who didn't know me, and
didn't give a .... about my hand, I didn't put my hand back under her
heels.
Anyway, my hand hurt for several weeks, and remembered me at a
great moment.

[BigJoe]

I was 14, in school, and we went to watch a movie in a classroom. As there was not a lot of space I was sitting on the first rank, and because people behind couldn't see the screen, I was, like the others, sitting on the floor, my back against the bench.
There was a girl behind me, who put her feet on the bench, which was probably quite comfortable for her. She was wearing little flat white boots, and her soles were against my back. Realising that I tried to move a bit on the left or right, but she might have found it was funny and she kept her soles in my back. So I decided to lie a bit more so there was just my head (I thought she would not put her soles against my hair).
But she began to clean her soles on my head. I didn't like that really, and I passed half of my body (head, shoulders) under the bench to talk to her. I just got the time to say something like "What the hell are " and she put one foot on my mouth to stop me. She said : "You don't want me to clean my boots on you in front of the others, right ? Ok, I stop but I'll do it with you in private and you will obey me, right ?". I said yes with my head, and get back to my place, she stopped to clean her boots on me.
A the end of the movie she catched me, and said : "Let's go for the private cleaning of my boots." I didn't say anything and followed her.
We went behind a building, and she ordered me to lie on my back. She first put a boot on me, cleaning it on my shirt, then the other one.
After she stepped on me, walked on me. Then she kicked me a bit, and I turned, now lying on my belly. She walked again on me, on my back. She stopped, walked in front of me and pushed the toe of her boot on my mouth, and said : "Lick the toe of my boot".
I've done it, licking also the toe of the other boot. Finally, I lied again on my back, she stepped on me and ordered me to lick each of her soles.
First, I didn't accept, so she put one boot on my face and put a lot of her weight on it. I tried to struggle but couldn't do anything. I finally accpeted to lick her soles, which I have done, cleaning them from the dust of the street. She has never asked me to do it again, it was my first experience.
At this time I realized I loved that.

[BigJoe]

I have been frequenting movie theaters since I was 12 or 13. I have no idea how I got the
inspiration but I started off by laying behind the seat of a woman that I wanted to step on
me and reach under her seat an d position my hand so that she would step on me with her
heels. Occasionally I would even be able to get my finger inside an open back shoe and
the lovely lady would squash my fingers in her shoe. This is true and I have progressed in
my obsession for thirty odd years to the point where the following happened this past
Sunday 30 Jan 2000. This is absolutely true.

There is a theater near my home that is quite old, built probably in the 40’s or 50’s. The
theater is in a pretty affluent section of town and the women are usually classy and well
dressed, which adds to the domination component for me as I always have picture myself
the property of a superior wealthy woman. When the theater was built they made the
seats larger than they do today and I discovered some years back that the seats sit high
enough that I could actually slide (with some effort) my entire body beneath the seat. I
started to use this fact to enable me to get behind women who though they had sat no
where near any one else. I.e., I would sit several rows behind them and under the cover
of the darkness (they also turn the lights all the way down, which is rare in more modern
theaters) move into position by sliding beneath the seats. This gave me the advantage of
the ladies having no reason at all the think that the “thing” they felt under their feet was any
thing more that the occasional gummy bear or some other such refuse. To be sure some
women try to kick or push the trash away from their feet but most don’t care and some
even come back to the same spot to step on the trash over and over grinding it under their
heel.

This past Sunday however I was engaged in my favorite, if somewhat risky, gambit. You
see I have found that if I stick my head under the seat in front of the seat in front of a
woman, some will actually Find my head and….

On Sunday I was face up in front of a mid-forties woman dresses nicely wearing a
pantsuit and a pair of low-heeled 1.5” tan dress shoes. Of course she was with her
husband or boy friend and the danger element, thus the excitement, was high but after a
few minutes I could see that she had her legs crossed left over right. Her right foot on the
floor behind and to the left of my head and the sole of her left shoe just above me and to
the right of my upturned face. Then the moment I was waiting for. As she uncrossed her
legs her left foot grazed my forehead. She noticed and from the side my vision I saw her
right foot coming to investigate my face. With my heart pounding and my “happiness”
rising I saw and felt her toe at first touch lightly then come to rest on my forehead as she
investigated her unexpected footrest she traced the outline of my head, figuring out the
dimensions. Then, she rested her foot so that her toe extended to my lips; the ball of her
foot was on my nose; the arch ran over my forehead; and I could feel the points of the
curve at the front of her wide heel pressing into my head just behind my hair line.

At first as she tried to get comfortable she moved her foot around, sliding it forward and
back and from side to side, without lifting it. My nose got quite a work out, as she
mashed it flat from side to side and pushed it down trying to smooth out her footrest.
Then she got a burst of curiosity again and started talking to her guy about what she was
stepping on. Because of the darkness she and he could not see me but I could see them.
He told her, “if its not moving don’t worry about it.” WOW!

She must have taken his advice to heart as she started to try to scrape my nose off with
the toe of her shoe. Boy did it feel good, knowing that she absolutely did not consider my
face as a live anything much less human being. At one point after dragging my nose back
to ward her she just rested the ball of her foot on my mashed nose. I was in heaven. She
rested her foot on my face off-and-on for the better part of the next hour and a half.

The beautiful part of this activity for me is that when I am done I can leave during a period
when the woman’s foot is not on my face. To be sure this was one of the most successful
both in time and severity of probing, incidents I have had but I have had many experiences
doing this that have been great.

My ultimate dream would be to be able to be in the same row as the woman or
WOMEN and have no choice but to stay there and endure the abuse for the whole film.
Possibly the woman would realize it was me and threaten to scream if I did not get my
&$# under her feet and stay as long as she wished. This has not happened yet but one
can dream.

Crushed1

[BigJoe]

Well this time around I guess I should ask for permission for the next contribution. I hope the author doesn't get pissed at me.

Well, I am NOT a fan of Howard Stern. But, once in a while I'll skip by his tv show (of his radio show). This weekend Courney Love (widow of you-know-who, and front woman for Hole, and actress, and former (???) smack addict, etc... but kinda cute) was in the waiting room (where she was being taped) with a Little Person (dwarf?)(person of compact stature?), who was obviously stoned or drunk. He was (quite understandably) oogling her and talking with her. She, at some point, held out her shoe and asked "do you like my new shoes?"

Well... he asked her "will you walk all over me with them?"

She declined, saying "I don't have to do that anymore."

-x-x-x-

Just thought you might want to know.

But her shoes were quite cute too.

Bill.

[BigJoe]

I remember a great story that happened when I was a kid.

It was my cousins wedding. She was 18 years older than me (I was
eight at the time). I knew I had a fascination with women’s high
heels, but I wasn’t sure then of the extent of my interest, or why.
Regardless, I continually tried to put myself in a position to be near
them. Well, it was a wedding night and everyone was dressed to
perfection. I even had a little suit on. This was the perfect
opportunity for me do what I loved best to do. After dinner people
started wandering, visiting, doing the wedding thing. I started
wandering the hall looking for potential foot action. I found a table
with three ladies, their husbands or dates were elsewhere. I didn’t
recognize them, so I got down on all fours and began to play with a
small matchbox car I brought with me. I was near their table and
eventually they ignored my presence. Casually I made my move,
driving my car under their table. The tablecloth covering it went
almost to the floor, so I knew I had solid cover. It was a gold mine,
I was so excited. The tables sat 10, so there was plenty of room for
me to maneuver. The ladies essentially sat so they took up half of
the table, a half moon if you will. I examined each of the ladies
shoes. Lady one wore standard black pumps. The heel was probably
3 inches in length and came to a small point. I leaned closer, she had
her legs crossed and her right foot was in the air. I slowly stuck out
my tongue just brushing the tip very lightly, I could taste the leather
I was in heaven. Just as I was developing a relationship with her
shoe I felt a painful jab on my right hand. Lady two had stretched
out her legs and had crossed them with the one heel on the floor, or
more appropriately on my hand. The pain was intense, but I was
more afraid of being caught. I glared at her shoes in fear and
admiration. She wore open-toe black pumps. She had a similar heel
to Lady one, but her heel was buried into the top of my right hand.
As I tried to figure a way out of my predicament, Lady one began to
gently swing her still elevated right foot. The gentle swinging grew
larger in motion, I tried to back up, but with my hand pinned by lady
two and the main table leg at my back I knew I was in trouble. Lady
one struck me. The toe of her pump hit then slid the length of my
forehead. I was expecting her to pull away and look under the table
to find me, but she didn’t. I guess my forehead felt like the table leg
to her, because her foot struck me three more times. Finally it came
to a rest with the toe planted firmly on the bridge of my nose. I
could smell the intoxicating aroma of leather and sweat. Her toe
cleavage was right before my eyes. One of the ladies told a joke or
something because next thing I know lady two is laughing and sliding
her feet back in towards her. The heel that was resting on my hand
slid and tore across it. Finally her heel was off of my hand, and lady
one switched her legs, thereby removing her foot from my face.

For a moment I was in the clear. I examined the back of my hand. It
stung, and had a deep welt, but it wasn’t bleeding. I then went over
to the lady three. She was wearing cream colored shoes, with a 2 ½
inch heel. She also had her legs crossed and I gently licked the toe
of her shoe. The leather was divine. I laid down on my stomach, so
my face was about an inch from her foot on the ground. Suddenly
she shifted and switched her legs. Although she missed my face
(barely) her planted foot landed on my tie. I was trapped. She
began swinging her crossed leg and her foot breezed by my ear.
Fortunately she didn’t hit me. I stayed stuck like that for a couple of
minutes, until I heard and saw a man approach. He asked her to
dance. As she got up to leave she brought her extended foot back
down and it landed squarely on my already sore hand. The heel
landed on my ring finger crushing it into the carpet, then as she
stood up the heel with a horrifying amount of pain slid off of my
finger and onto the floor. She didn’t notice and simply turned and left
the table. This time I started to bleed. Despite the pain I didn’t cry, I
attribute that to the fact that my adrenaline was pumping like mad. I
turned and saw the other two ladies getting up to go (to the
bathroom I presumed). I waited for 15 or 20 minutes, but they
didn’t return. So I left. I’ll never forget that night. Twenty-two years
later, I wish I could be as inconspicuous as an eight year old.

I'd love to hear your memories from childhood, please share them
with us.

-x-x-x-

p.s. once again: these stories are not mine. I've found them on the net some years ago.
My stories are in "Kicks to the head".

[BigJoe]

Here is a little report of an event that occurred at the office I worked
for last year.

I'm into developing software and my company sends me on project
basis to several customers to design or build software applications.
While being there I saw the following happen to a staff member at
that department.

At the office I was working for there were about fifteen men
working on the development team. In the time I was there a female
student was working there on an assignment for her university. We
all went along friendly with each other except for one man; Let's
name him John, who made all kind of sexual remarks to our female
colleague, Susan. She was a pretty girl of 21 years old, average
height and about 130Lbs.

John also touched her on several occasions, which Susan didn't like
at all, but was afraid of reporting to the manager. We encouraged
her to do so, because we took offense to those actions as well.
Susan was still afraid of getting sent away and failing her study
semester.

After two months Susan finished her paper and got her grade, she
had an official meeting to attend at school and brought her evening
clothing with her. Just before she had to leave she quickly went to
the ladies room and changed. When she came back to wish us a
happy weekend she was looking gorgeous, wearing an evening
gown with 2" low heels (pumps) and black nylons.

John saw her, went over to her and started to say something like:
"Well honey, I'm glad you did that all for me" and tried to squeeze (?)
her bottom. At that point she turned around, grabbed john's arm,
twisted it around so that john was forced on the floor on his back.
She then stepped up with the tip of her shoe on his throat, applied
weight and slowly stepped up full weight on that one foot. As she
raised her second foot from the floor she looked back and placed
the heel of that shoe on his bellybutton and stepped back on that
heel full weight. Then she lifted her first foot and walked down over
his croth away from him.

While she did that she warned John not to touch or speak to her
again like that or she would use his stomach as a trampoline with
the same shoes.

She got even.

John reported ill next Monday and never came back to the office.
Later we heard that he fired himself. The manager never found out
exactly what happened. Of course we didn't see a thing at all and
nothing has happened at all.

Susan finished her job that month and in lunch breaks we frequently
brought up the subject, complimenting her about her perfect
reaction. One nice thing was that as she said that it was a shame
her girlfriends didn't believe her story, one of our colleagues
volunteered to repeat the action on his stomach and throat, as long
as she took off her shoes. I almost seconded that offer.

[redcarpetboy]

great stories Big Joe, keep them coming. Where do you find these stories?

[BigJoe]

They are stored on my PC from old boards I used to visit. Even Daddo's Trample board. I just have to sort them out.

[BigJoe]

Heels…pressing, crushing, twisting….lust.
The desire to feel you beneath them.
To feel the trample. This is a must.

Heels…twisting, grinding, sinking…lust
The longing to to see you below.
To watch your flesh. This is a must.

Heels…wandering, teasing, tempting…lust
The anticipation of passion and pain.
To see the ecstacy. This is a must.

Heels…moaning, groaning, begging…lust
The taste of my heel in your mouth.
To indulge in desires. This is a must.

Heels…trampling, trampling, trampling…lust
To forever feel the flesh.
To trample my lover. This is a must.

[BigJoe]

I must admit since i've been coming to this board it's opened up my mind to alot of other aspects of trample that i never would of thought of trying before. Since i'm usually a barefoot trample kinda guy, shoes have never really done it for me, but reading about all the crushes achieved by shoes on here,it has inspired me to try new things. The first of which i tried this past weekend.

Me and a few mates started the night with a heavy drinking session before heading out to a very popular bar/club near the beach. We got in at about 10pm and commenced our big night on the piss. As the night wore on i got more intoxicated and started to think of trying for either a trample or hand crush. By about 2am it was close to closing time and I had managed to lose all my friends. So i stood at the back of the dance floor where there is two boxes placed for people to dance upon. During the night they were constantly packed with people . The Boxes came up to my midrift I'd say and were covered in carpet. While I was standing next to one i looked up on the box to my left and noticed there were only 3 girls dancing on it. All of them looked extremely drunk. I took good notice of two in particular. One was a blonde about 5'5 with long hair and a medium build and she was wearing sneakers, the other was a short haired brunette about 5'8 very cute face and was about 130lbs, she was wearing a pair of black stylish boots. She was closest to the edge of the box. In my drunken state i decided to place one of my hands on the edge of the box and just stand there casually and look about the club. I put my hand palm down with my fingers spread eagled as far onto the box as i could without it looking unnatural. Almost immediately I felt the edge of the brunette's heel skim the side of my hand. I just left my hand pretending not to notice as I kinda had my back towards her. About 4 seconds later i felt a larger area of her heel cover my hand and press down for about 3 seconds and then moved off. I was sure she hadn't noticed yet. Then all of a sudden I felt 3 hard stomps in a row cover my entire hand. I dared not look up at her and pretended as if i hadn't felt it. She must've been testing me out to see if i knew she was stepping on me. She then had the gaul to step on my hand and stand there without moving. This must of lasted for about 2 minutes. I was in HEAVEN! I guess she must've thought i was too wasted to realize so she pushed my head slightly to get my attention. I looked up at her and she was grinning down at me with an almost maniacal look, i then quickly took my hand away so i didn't seem like a weirdo. As I walked off i saw her laughing about it to her friend. I was a happy man indeed. Can't wait for next weekend! Hope you guys/gals liked my story!

[BigJoe]

I lived in a apartment complex in Minneapolis about 20 years ago & it was at least 10 storys tall ( can't recall exactly how many stories due to the amount of years ago ).
I have always been a night owl & used to sit up late & sit outside on the lawn. I noticed a very attractive female who if I ventured a guess I'd have to say she was about 17 & at the time I was about 18. She was about 5'5' 115 lbs long blond hair & wore tennis shoes. She always seemed to be delivering something early in the morning to this apartment complex & after watching for weeks I came to realize she was delivering newspapers. Upon further observation she used the back inside staircase to deliver them to each floor. I had decided I wanted to get stepped on by her & I wanted to do it without her knowing it If possible. I got a few old blankets together & decided to wrap myself in them & lay on the bottom of the stairs between floors.....I picked my floor of course so it would be easier to move everything in a quick time. I timed it out for a few weeks & realized she came down the stairs at 4:30 a.m between my floor & the floor below me. Now came the tough part.....following thru. My heart was beating about 1000 miles an hour ( it felt like it anyway ). I set it up so I gave myself 15 minutes to get set up....so off I went to lay down....wrapped myself in the blankets......having no legs can be an advantage.....I didn't take up much space
I decided to put a note on the door to the stairwell stating that due to excessive amounts of dirt & mud to please wipe your feet at the bottom of the stairs ....thank you.
I was lying under the blankets & trying really hard to not show my breathing so the blankets would not be moving at all with my stomach.....not at all EASY. Its very warm under those blankets & I was also very excited & very nervous which didn't help me as to my breathing. I got really nervous when I heard footsteps a floor up above me in the stairwell.......I thought about calling it off & just as I thought that, I heard the door open to the stairwell.....too late now.....I took a deep breath & held it as long as I could.....I heard her trodding down the stairs & all the sudden she jumped onto my stomach. OOOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYYY here I was trying to hold my breath & My stomach gets jumped on. I was in heaven & hell at the same time.....but it got much worse......she stepped off me & I no longer heard footsteps.....instead I felt a hand trying to unwrap the blankets.....I could not hold my breath any longer & took a very short breath....one I thought would go unnoticed......she immediately ran down the other stairwell & opened the door to the next floor.....I felt I had been caught & I'd soon find out I HAD been caught. I got out of there as quickly as possible & dragged my blankets up the stairs to my apartment....I also took the note off the door. I really wanted to know for sure whether she knew it was a person or not so the next day I decided to do it again. I got all set up again the next day & heard the same footsteps but I heard them from a distance this time. She used the front staircase instead of the backstaircase this time as I heard the echo of the doors & her footsteps. When I no longer heard footsteps I decided to call it quits & started dragging my blankets up the stairs again.....suddenly the door opened....it was an elderly woman......she asked me what I was doing......I said I'm just taking some blankets from a friends apartment downstairs to my apartment upstairs. She said we've been having complaints about someone sleeping in the stairwell...I just said.....it wasn't me & went on my way. I'll never forget that experience but the older I get I'm not sure I'd take the chances I did when I was younger......nice to reminisce tho. Hope you enjoyed.
Tramplme

[BigJoe]

I was in usual local bar hangout the other night & had an awesome time. First thing I'll tell you is almost all the barmaids that work there will stand on my hand anytime I like.....I tip good & I know that makes a difference
Anyway just to give you an idea of what a usual night is like here, One night I was sitting on the floor in my usual spot right next to the bar area where the barmaids get their drinks for the customers because they stand on my hands while waiting for their drink orders. Some of the barmaids think I like it because I'm on my hands crawling a lot that it relieves pressure in my hands by applying pressure to the tops of my hands......hey it sounded good to me & most women I meet believe it. There are a few that know its a fetish & there has been a couple times when its been slow & I actually got a couple of them to stand on my chest & stomach too.....anyway this will give you an idea of a usual night there....there I was sitting by the bar & my favorite barmaid who is 5'5" 100 lbs & almost always wears those chunky heeled black dress shoes so popular nowadays is standing on my hand with the heel of her shoe....she knows its fetish. A couple people from out of town noticed her standing on my hand & asked another customer what the deal was & the bar maid overheard it.......the cusomers answer to this question?
Oh that? thats a nightly feature here.......We bothg got a very big kick out of that one......anyway enough beckground...heres the rest of the story I started to tell at the beginning but I wanted to include all this for a bit of background....on with the story already
Ok I'm talking to a friend of mine whos sitting next to a very beautiful woman I've gotten to know & like .....I'm a few inches from her foot & while I was talking to my friend I reached up to shake this womans hand & she grabbed my hand & said get your hand on the floor......who am I to argue with a beautiful woman
I'll describe her to you.....shes about 5'7" 130 lbs long blonde hair & could easily be a model. She was wearing the chunky heeled black dress shoes & she imediately put her full weight on my hand with the heel & begain dancing as if I wasnt even there.
I was in HEAVEN. We've talked about it before & I used the excuse about relieving pressure but I'm not sure she actually believes it because she always uses her heels on my hand...but I'm not complaing here. She has told me she'll stand on my hand as long as I like her too & anytime I see here shed be happy to do it. She stood on my hand & danced on it off & on all night long inbetween her going to the dancefloor & dancing of course....she always says...I'll be back.....mmmmmmmmmm.
Now shes standing on my hand at one point & another barmaid comes walking by & sees me.....she says get your hand down....I again cant refuse.....she however is fairly new & only steps on it full wait, grinds it a bit & walks on by.......at that point I had 2 beautiful women, one on each hand. I enjoyed this night immensely but It ended even better. I decided to go get a bite to eat at closing time. I went to a local taco place & ran into one of the women customers from the bar who stands on my hands ALL the time. She was with a female friend that I've seen for many many years but have never actually met.....till now & my oh my what an impression she made. We sat & talked....I was sitting in my wheelchair at this point & was just making small talk & she happened to mention she was miss teen ND at one time in her life. She is unbelievably gorgeous.....5'7'' 110 lbs long curly black hair & was wearing loafers. I decide to take a chance & said to the woman I knew already, "SHOULD WE TEACH HER HOW TO STAND ON MY HANDS? " I got down off my chair & put my hand next to her foot & she said.....OH NO I COULDNT DO THAT. Of course Her friend said " OH GO AHEAD " I also encouraged her & lifted her foot up & put her foot on my hand.
She hesitated at first then I was STUNNED when she not only kept her foot on my hand but she STOOD UP & wanted to step on both of them with both feet. She not only stood on both of them she twisted her feet & was smiling from ear to ear at me.
She sat back down & removed her feet from my hands. I put her foot on my hand again & she repeated it again only with a grinding motion this time.....even tho this was less than a minute I am sure this woman enjoyed this & look forward to seeing her in the bar again & I'm quite sure we'll both have fun
SORRY but as usual this story was longer than I expected but I do like to give some background & also want to give PLENTY of details. Hope you all enjoyed. One thing I shall add..I really truly believe that the biggest reason that people stand on my hands & dont mind at all is because I never take them for granted & ALWAYS say THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCH for standing on my hand....to which they almost always say...not a problem & ANYTIME
Tramplme
P.S. STILL waiting for some kind of response on one of my storys from Sabina. Sabina if you see this I'm a very big fan of yours on this board & would love to hear your thoughts on some of my storys. I've heard from luv2crush & appreciate your feedback & I also very much admire you as well.

[BigJoe]

This one is awesome!
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Hi all,

I finally got around to writing a story. Hope you like it, and I hope its not too long.
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?I just don?t understand this case,? the doctor stated while rubbing his chin. ?The police arrest this guy for assaulting his girlfriend, and place him in minimum security just down the hall. His first offence. After a month, he ends up here with severe psychological problems. I just don?t understand.?

John is sitting huddled in the corner, his straight jacket tightly binding his arms to his chest. Sweat beads from his pale face as his eyes stare in fear at some unknown spot on the padded floor.

?And look here,? the doctor says to the group of nurses waiting behind him. He moves closer, and points a finger at John?s head. ?He has these very unusual small round rashes on his forehead. I can?t figure out what?s causing this skin irritation. The skin looks like it was crushed, but there?s never anything in this room that he can use to do this to himself. I just don?t know.?

The doctor stands up and faces the nurse directly behind him. She?s about 5?8?? with a nice slim body, long red curly hair that?s tied up in a bun, and deep green eyes. She?s wearing a thin white cardigan sweater over her white work blouse, a white skirt cut just above her knees, white nylons, and a white pair of isotoner slippers. Most of the nurses wear slippers in this wing of the building, so they don?t damage the padded floors.

?Sarah, go ahead and give him his medication. I?ll go visit the rest of the patients. I shouldn?t be any longer than an hour. Then we?ll call it a day, and let the other shift take over.?

?Take your time doctor Michaels. We?re going to make sure John?s well taken care of.? Sarah says to the doctor as he leaves the room.

Sarah immediately puts her stainless steel tray down in the far corner, and looks at Michelle and Jillian. Both women have the same build as Sarah, and wear the same uniform. Michelle is about 2 inches shorter than Sarah. She has straight black hair that?s braided-up into some tight intricate pattern, and she has light blue eyes. Jillian has thick slightly wavy brown hair that sits just on her shoulders, and big light brown eyes. She also seems a couple inches taller than Sarah because of her white soft-sole platform-heel work shoes she wears for walking up and down the hallway.

Sarah winks, and Michelle quickly closes the door as Sarah and Jillian slowing walk towards John. ?Time for your medicine John,? Sarah says in a soft voice that?s slightly louder than a whisper.

?No!? John yells, as he kicks his feet; trying unsuccessfully to get further into the corner.

?Let?s get him,? Jillian says. Then the two women each grab a shoulder, and drag John to a spot along the side of the wall about a foot away from it, and roll him onto his stomach. Sarah immediately steps on top of John?s back, just at the base of his neck. Michelle gets back from the door. She leans over John?s head, and with her hands, positions his head so John?s face is directly facing the floor. Then she stands up, and places one foot on the back of his head. John?s muffled cries are a lot quieter now. Jillian leaves his shoulder, ?I?ll go get the bandages,? she says.

Michelle replies, ?OK, but could you give me a hand first??

?Sure.? Jillian then takes Michelle?s hands to hold her steady. Slowly, Michelle starts to put weight on the back of John?s head. John can feel his face press right down into that soft padding to the point where the padding stops, but the pressure still builds. Michelle finally has her whole weight resting on the one foot. She puts her other foot down on the back of his neck, and shuffles around till she can get both her feet comfortably on John?s head.

Michelle lets go of Jillian, puts her hand on the wall and says, ?OK, I?m good. Go do your thing.? Jillian walks over to the metal tray, and grabs a tensor bandage. She walks toward John?s kicking legs. He?s in so much pain that he?s not kicking too hard.

?What?s your schedule like next week?? Sarah asks Michelle.

?I?m off Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, why?? Michelle responds back.

?I want to go to the movies with Greg on Thursday because that?s his only night off. I?ll trade you a Thursday for a Sunday?? the two women carry on their conversation not even giving a second thought to the man under their feet. While the ladies are talking Jillian finishes wrapping the bandages around John?s legs, and then stands, with her soft soled pumps, on his calves.

?I?m done,? Jillian says.

?My turn,? replies Sarah. She Bounces a couple of times, and then steps off. While straddling John, she bends over and says, ?Remember what happen last time you tried something funny? Try anything like that again, and we?ll do the same thing. Got it??
Michelle bounces on his head to emphasis the point. Sarah unbuckles John?s arms, and pulls them out from under his body so they rest at his sides. She then buckles his arms back together, so that the restraint runs just over his butt.

?Time to flip him over.? Sarah says. The other women get off him, and all roll him on his back against the wall with their feet. John takes a couple of kicks to the ribs from Sarah as he rolls over. John?s face is completely red. His eyes look swollen from all that pressure under Michelle?s feet. Jillian is the first to move towards John. She quickly stands on John?s cock and balls, and marches in place for about ten seconds. Her soft sole heels don?t seem to feel too soft as they crush John?s testicles with every step. John lets out a loud yelp. Jillian then walks up his body, and places her foot on John?s throat, so that her inside arch is against his chin. She slowly transfers her weight from his chest to his neck.

?You yell like that, and I?ll go to my locker and get my golf shoes again.? Jillian says. ?You don?t want me to do that do you? Do you?? She continues using her baby talk tone of voice. John makes every effort to move his head from side to side, but by the time Jillian finishes talking, she?s completely on his throat. Jillian then places her free foot on the side of John?s face and stands; bringing her other foot beside the first.

Sarah and Michelle then climb onto John?s chest and stomach. They march in place a little, and then continue their discussion where they left off.

?So you?ve seen 40 days and 40 nights? I don?t want to take Greg to a movie where all they show are skanky whores.? Sarah says. As Michelle replies, Jillian starts walking on John?s face to turn around and join the conversation. After about five minutes of listening to the women talk, John is almost out-of-breath. He has no strength to lift the two women on his chest and stomach. He could only feel his chest slowly collapse. When the ladies first started this torture about a month ago, they paid him a lot of attention. Now they act as if his not even there. John jolted out of his semi-comatose state by a foot to the balls.

?Are you still alive down there?? Sarah asks. She steps off his stomach directly on his cock and balls. Johns still can?t get any air into his lungs, and now he?s experiencing ten times more pain, but the pain is slowly getting more and more distant as he moves towards unconsciousness.

?I think its time for his meds,? Michelle says, and she steps off John?s chest. John feels immediate relief as he takes his first lungs full of air; powerfully sucked through the gaps between Jillian?s shoes. Sharp stabbing pains soon follow as the oxygen brings all his pain receptors back to life. Every muscle in his chest hurts. He?d rather not breath because of the pain, but he can?t help himself.

Michelle returns from the metal tray with a plastic cup and three multicolored pills. Jillian steps off his face, and Michelle takes her place. Her heels are covering his mouth, and the balls of her feet are firmly planted in each eye socket. John feels a bit better about having soft slippers on his face, but he knows what?s coming. Michelle slowly raises her heels off his mouth, so most of the pressure is on his eyes. Jillian pours some water in John?s mouth, and then forces the pills in through his lips. Before he can spit the pills out, Michelle slams her heels back down.

Michelle?s feet are completely blocking John?s mouth and nose. After a few seconds he can?t help but swallow. Michelle continues to stand in place for 30 seconds?a minute?John?s lungs begin to burn. All this time Sarah?s been walking on his legs and nuts. His body starts to buck, as he fights for air.

??Men With Brooms? Tell him to go see that with his friends. I wouldn?t even pay money to rent that?? John hears the women continue to talk while his body shakes violently from lack of air. Approaching unconsciousness for the second time, and not the last, Michelle raised her heels off John?s mouth. He took three hard gasps before Michelles heels came back down. He felt Sarah walk from his balls onto his stomach, and then to his chest. He also felt Jillian stand on his stomach.



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[BigJoe]

...then to his chest. He also felt Jillian stand on his stomach.

They spent the next couple minutes talking when the door opened, and another lady walked in.

"Hey Mary," say two of the women in chorus.

"Hi Mary, your here early. You have fifteen minutes before your shift starts." Says Sarah.

"I know," says Mary, "I wanted to come in before I changed." Mary walked into the room. She was 5?10", definitely the tallest of the four. She has straight blond hair cut above her shoulders. She also had very deep blue eyes. She was wearing a black and white horizontally striped tank top, a black skirt, skin colored nylons, and black 3" stilettos.

Michelle, and Sarah step off John, and he began to take great big gulps of air. Michelle says to Mary, "You know, Dr. Michaels noticed those marks on his forehead today. I think, if your going to stand on his face with those heels like last time, we should wrap him with a tensor. At least we can say he?s getting rug burn from rubbing his face on the walls."

"Good Idea." Mary says, and grabs the last tensor bandage on the tray. Jilllian continues to stand on his stomach, but at least John can breath. The other women each have a foot resting either on his face or chest. Mary gets back with the bandage, kneels by John?s head, and completely wraps his face. Mary stands again.

"You girls want to get-up, and then help me balance?" Mary asks.

"OK." Michelle and Sarah both mount John?s chest. John?s chest collapses right away from the weight of the three women. Mary takes Sarah?s hands and places one foot on the side of John?s face; heel on his forehead, and sole on his mouth. She then brings her other foot beside the first. Mary bounces a little, pushing more weight on her heels.

"Mary," Sarah asks, "what are you doing this coming Thursday?"

"I?m going out the bars with Anita, this assholes ex." Mary said giving her heel a little stomp. "I?m introducing her to a friend of mine, and hopefully I?ll get her hooked-up with someone decent." These words stung John as he heard them. That night with Anita, he wanted to spend the weekend with her, since she was complaining that they didn?t see each other enough. She told him she was going to spend the weekend with some friends, four hours away. He got pissed-off and kicked an ironing board that just happened to be leaning against the wall. The board swung back, and hit her in the face giving her a nasty black eye, and bruised cheek. She told the police that he had hit her, and that?s how he ended up here.

John is beginning to lose consciousness again. Mary steps down, and walks towards the door. Sarah steps on John?s covered face, and stands there.

"I?m going to get changed, I?ll be back in a couple minutes." Says Mary as she walks out.

Not more than a minute later, two other nurses walk into the room. They?re both wearing their nurse outfits, and both are wearing slippers.

"Shift change, you all can finally go home for the night." Tanya says. She?s 5? nothing, firm, beautiful body, tan skin, blond curly hair, and hazel eyes that seem to always be alert. The other nurse, Nadine, is 5?8, slim, light brown skin color, and has stunning blue eyes.

The women all step off John by walking down his body, and dismounting from his face. Nadine looks at Michelle, and asks, "How?s he doing?"

"I don?t know," Michelle replies. "He?s been awfully quiet for the past ten minutes. I guess we should check him out."

Jillian takes the tensor off his face. John is just starring off into space. Drool is streaking down the side of his face, and every thirty seconds or so, you can see him blink.

"Looks like the meds are taking effect." Says Sarah. "Well, we might as well put the tensor back on so we don?t get slobber all over the floor."

Jillian wraps John?s head back up, and, one by one, the women begin to mount John. They start by standing on his face facing his feet, and then they slowly walk the length of his body. Once all five are on top, they all begin to march, stomp, and bounce. Tanya almost breaks into a standing run, as she marches on John?s face sideways.

After a few minutes, Sarah, Jillian, and Michelle dismount, and wish the other ladies a good night. Mary walks into the room as the three women are making their way out.

"Just in time," Mary says, "Dr. Michaels is walking down the hallway." Mary pointed to a direction outside the room. She was now in her nursing outfit, with slippers on her feet, and her stilettos in her hand. The ladies say bye, and walk out to meet the doctor.

"Everything fine?" Michelle asks the doctor.

"All my patients are well on the way to a full recovery except for John," the doctor says staring into space. "I just don?t understand why." The women all look at each other with little smirks on their faces.

"Anyway, its time to go home, and to get some sleep. You ladies have a good night." As they all go their separate ways, John can be seen through the window in the door. All three ladies are on top of him, leaning against the wall with both hands; Nadine on his stomach, Mary, wearing her stilettos, punishing his chest, and Tanya marching in place on his face. Yes, it will be a long road to recovery indeed.

The end.



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[groundview]

Yes I remember all these story's and most are from the Old Rugman trample board. :)

[BigJoe]

Yeah! They could be from Mr. Rugman's Trample Board or from Daddo's Trample Board or from KingFish's Trample Board. The only thing is: they're are very good and they're worth remembering.

[mrtramplefantasy]

thanks Big Joe for all your contribution to this fourm. You got anymore unknown trample? Do you also have any unknown facesitting?

[BigJoe]

Contributing to the Forum is always a pleasure. Though I had nothing regarding facesitting, I'll eventually find another stories with unknowing trample.

"A female friend in a bus" is unknowing trample.

[BigJoe]

My girlfriend lives in the West and I get to see her several times a year. When
we first met, she did not know anything about trampling or foot/shoe worship.I
talked her into this and now she became a sadistic trampler. Sadistic. One
occasion when I went to see her we would goto a place where we can be alone.
As soon as we were there she was in contro. she got me all naked and asked me
to lay on my back and of course I did.If I dont i would be seriously punished. She
was wearing Platform shoes and she immediately stood on my penis w/ both feet. I
weigh 136 and she weighs 120. It hurt a lot. The thick soles did not show any
form of mercy, instead those shoes treated me as if I am nothing but the ground.
She walked all over me concentrating on crushing my genitals w/o any concern
of what I was going through. She stepped on my penis and ground it like a
cigarette butt and I screamed in pain asking for mercy. But she just smiles down
at me in such a innocent manner and told me that the more I cried the more she
wanted to inflict pain on me with her feet. she walked up my body length and w/
one foot, she stepped on my face. The thick and flat bottom of her shoe mashed
my face flat. I mean flat. I even heard a little sound coming from my flattened
nose. She put all her weight on that foot and the heel part was on my chin and the
rest covered my nose,and forehead. It hurt so much. I held her foot but there
wasn’t much I could do to stop her. Suddenly she stepped on my face w/ both feet
and started to walk in place. My lips were busted and was bleeding and my nose
turned purple and it bled a little as well. She did not mind that. How kind of her
!! By the way we are both Asians. Who the hell says Asian women are
submissive?? Get out of here. She is one natural trampler and she gets wet from
doing it. the sounds of groan is music to her ears and the pleading face of the
victim makes her become more and more cruel. She wiped the soles of her shoes
on my face and got off of my bruised face. She kicked me in the ribs and told me
to get on my tummy. She went in between my legs and kicked them apart. She
bent down to pull my cock and balls from under my stomach and put them on
the floor. Next thing I felt was an enormous pain that made me sweat all over.
She stepped on my cock and crushed it with all her weight. She ground it and ground
it and stood on it for long periods of time. Its as like years of pain that I felt. she
used her heel to step on my shaft and again smashed it into the floor. She
walked up my hip, waist, and back, and she stomped on the back of my head
crushing my poor face that was already bruised well into the floor. She ran the
bottoms of her shoe up and down on the back of my head and trust me, lots of
my hair had to come off. She made me turn my head to the side and stepped on
it and w/o any concern she mashed my cheek w/ her right foot. she removed her
foot and spat on my face and again she ground it till the spit dried. My face was
not only bruised but also covered w/dirt. She instructed me to sit and spread my
legs. This time she came around me and put my cock on the floor and stepped on
it w/ her right foot and tiptoed. I was begging like hell for her to show some
mercy but I knew it was not going to work but worsen the situation. She turned
180 degrees while on my cock and it brought tears to my eyes. she got off of my
cock and kicked me in the face w/ her shoe sending my back on my back. She
stomped on my penis and walked all over me from face to genitals. She trampled
me so naturally and with delight. She got off of me and went in between my legs
and held my ankles w/both of her hands and spread it. With a large smile she
stomped down on my genitals, and ground it carelessly. She loves grindings ...
she stomped down on my cock and balls five more times and let my legs go. I
curled up like a ball in pain and she started to kick and stomp all over me telling
me to lay still. I have received so many kicks and stompings and I layed still not
because I wanted to but I did not have anymore strength left. She told me to get
on all fours like a dog. So I did. she went around me and had me spread my legs,
all of a sudden she kicked my balls and there I went again became a curled
human ball. She kicked and kicked to her heart's content and she was laughing
and laughing. She sat on the bed and made me kneel in front of her and told me
to lick the filthy bottoms of her shoes clean. I held her feet one my one with
both hands and licked them. I licked all the dirt like that was the water in the
Oasis. she told me to show her my tongue and i did. it was all black from the dirt
and grime. She happily told me to swallow every bit of them. I swallowed all and
continued to lick the other shoe. while licking she wiped, ground, kicked and
slapped me in the face with her shoe in a extremely humiliating way. After the
session was over I took a shower and I saw bloody bruises all over my cock,
especially on the shaft. It hurt so much that I had hard time urinating for two full
weeks. I love my girlfriend. She is the sweetest girl on earth on the occasions
and she really loves me with all her heart and during sessions she makes my
fantasy a reality for me. Who could be a better girlfriend than her? I love her so
much with all I am worth. I love her.

[BigJoe]

This is a true story, about what happened in the late autumn of the year 1998. In that time we begun to spend time together and know us better. She knew nothing about my fetish, except that I was sleeping in the school, and because of that wanted her (who seated direct in front of me) to set the rear legs of her stool on my feet so I can not fall into sleep. But, except of that she was thinking that I was a bit wired, but nothing more.

We were in an old intercity bus that privately helped the low number of city buses. It was Setra I think, from the 80’s years. This was a bus with two passenger doors, front and rear. The back door was really back, after them was only the back isle of seats. She seated on the most right seat, directly behind the door. In front of her was a bar construction for holding. In front of her should be the plate between her legs and steps to door, but there were only the thin U-profiles on bottom side of the upper bar and on the floor fixed, but the plate was kicked out during the years.

I was staying on the bottom step to the door. When I would bow my elbow I could place my hand beside her boots, in other words the bottom where her feet were was in the height of my ribcage. We were both getting down on the next station so I knew she will move her feet. On the other, I had no need to worry because in that part of a bus did not work any of lights, and it was about 6.00PM so it was dark outside. The only thing that lighted the bus was reflex from outside. I was moving my hand from her left to the right boot to find a place for my fingers, but didn’t find it. Just before giving up she raised her right foot up and I used the second to slide my fingers under her shoe. I did it, palm up.

Now we are coming to the thin U-profile that was fixed on the floor for the plate that was there. The profile was (I’ll try to explain) about five millimeters (1/5 inch) high on front and back side, distance between them was about five millimeters, too. The thickness of the profile was about one millimeter, of stiff silver material (maybe aluminum). You can imagine how it was sharp. Let’s go back to what happened and tell something about her. She was 17 years old girl, 5’7” and back then about 145lbs. That day she had ankle high black antelope leather boots with 2” – 3” high block heels, with thin front sole and hard rubber heels with plastic bottoms.

She stepped on my fingers, did not feel any difference because she didn’t expect anything down there. After that she wanted to prepare for exit the bus. My experience showed that if some girl wanted to move her foot on the bottom, it’s better to move the fingers with it instead of letting the fingers like a part of a floor, because it’s much less noticeable. I moved my hand with her shoe to me and when she began to step up I noticed that I forgot the metal profile that was sideways under my fingers. When she stood up, both parts of the metal got through my skin, between second and third knuckle from base of my second and third finger of the right hand.

When she wanted to move to the corridor, I realized that the only chance to save my bones from breaking is to press up as much as I can, but there came another problem. She pressed down with all of her weight on front part of her right shoe on my fingers and the only contact between my fingers and the floor were the two metal edges. The pain was very intense then became unbearable when she pivoted on my fingers to move sideways. The injury was there in the same moment. When she stepped full weight the metals came to my bones and when she pivoted the metals tear apart my skin and flesh and scratched the both bones a little. In that moment I did not feel anymore pain, just warmth in all muscles in that hand and pulsing in veins, very fast heartbeat and cold sweat on my back and forehead.


She just casually moved away, the door opened and I as the first in front of the door got out, made a few circuits to see how my hand looks and waited for her. I could take the skin-parts and move them and could see the bones. The injury was a little wider on my middle finger then on second. I took a peace of paper and wrapped it on my fingers to not leave a bloody trail, and because of a temperature of – 4 degrees C. Then came to me a wise idea to wash the hand with a little of snow it the time when she was a little faster then me walking in front of me with the friend of ours. I then joined them.
When I came to my neighborhood, after about 40 minutes, I noticed the side-effect of the snow; I had no scruff, because all the blood was iced. In next three weeks all healed. After a year the scar got away, too. And now I have only my memories and a little uneven part of these two bones on the places where they were injured.

SaleB

[BigJoe]

Gemma has just started working in the office at my work, she was 20 years old and had lovely long flowing blonde hair and a very pretty face. I didn't know her very well but she always brightened up the office when she was around.
One day I was called to fix her computer at her desk, I got under the desk and started to mess around with the cables, all of a sudden I felt some pressure on my left hand , I turned around and there was Gemma, she had stepped onto my hand , she was wearing black ankle boots with a 3" stiletto heel, the sole of her boots was pressing down onto my hand, I thought to myself that if I don't say anything I may be able to stay here for sometime feeling her standing on me.
About five minutes later, I had finished fixing the computer with my one hand and couldn't really justify being under the desk any longer so I turned to look at her and to my complete surprise she was looking down at me and said "now I know what you like" . She knew exactly what she was doing when stepping on my hand and also she now knew what her boots could do to me.
A couple of days later, we got talking in the staff room and she asked me if I would like to meet her boots properly, I had been thinking of this moment ever since our earlier meeting, she asked me if I wanted to go around to her place after work , I said yes and it was all set.
We got to her house around six pm , she got me some wine and put some music on. I was expecting something slow to get the mood right then I realized it was Motley Crue - I was beginning to like this girl even more.
We started talking for a while and then she asked me to kneel on the floor at her feet, I did this and then she moved her booted foot in front of my face and asked me to put the heel in my mouth - I started to do this and she began to work up a rythm of pushing the heel in and pulling it out over and over again, after a while my mouth was beginning to ache but there was no way I was going to stop. She asked me to lie down on the floor as I got down she playfully kicked my ass with her boot, I fell flat on my face lying face down on the floor, the next thing I felt was a sharp stabbing pain on the top part of my back and then it was quickly followed by a similar pain, she had stepped onto the top part of my back in her heels , it was agony but also unbelievably erotic, she started to march in one place on my back , I could feel my back beginning to mark and the intense pressure of the heels stepping down in the same place each time, she then started to walk up and down my back, all the time she was giggling to her self and singing as her steps became harder. After about 15 minutes of walking she stepped off , my back was very marked and quite painful, she asked me to turn over , I thought to myself she is not going to do this on the front of my body is she? - that would be a dream come true.
She bent down and kissed me passionately on the lips , this was going to be the start of a great relationship.
She put one heel on to my stomach and again followed it with the other, i watched as both heels sunk into my stomach and again she began to trample my stomach in the same place over and over, she was not a very heavy girl , but the continued weight on my stomach was beginning to hurt , she stepped up onto my chest and started to do the same thing , each foot was coming down harder every time, it was the most painful thing I had ever experienced but also one of the sexiest, she lifted one of her legs up so that she was standing on my chest with just one heel - absolute agony, then she again moved the other heel towards my mouth and said ,"you have already cleaned one of my heels , it's time you did the other one now" , with that she pushed the heel of her boot into my mouth again , she started to rock and shift her weight from the foot on my mouth and the foot on my chest , I was in absolute ecstacy, I never thought I would find a girl like this. Eventually she stepped off me and we went to bed, sex with her was amazing , especially after what she did to me before it. There are many more experiences of me and Gemma to come but as first meetings go, that was something quite special.

[door_step]

Big Joe,

Although they are old stories and I've read many of them over and over, they still haven't lost any of their great attraction.

I love them all the way and like reading them over and over !
Thanks for reposting them.:thumbsup2::thumbsup2:

Doorstep

[Miss_clinton]

Just one word "WOW"

[BigJoe]

I guess I should see it coming - that people would recognize these storiies. People would see that I'm just a "recycler".

But if something is good - you gotta see it again... you gotta read it again.

[BigJoe]

Well, folks, anyone have any comical anecdotes to share from their trampling experiences? For myself, I've lost count of how many times I've been standing on a slave's chest and trying to insert my foot into his mouth to have my toes sucked only to accidentally poke him in the eye with my big toe!
The one I found the FUNNIEST though, happened when my Ladylove was first letting me dominate our household slave(she had enslaved him before I came along) and I was still getting used to balancing myself on a human (well, male)body and wound up falling. Luckily for me I landed on his stomach, so I wasn't hurt in the least. He was, though, and had the wind knocked out of him for quite awhile, too while I just sat there on him laughing! It struck me as so funny because it reminded me of cartoons where one character lands on another and ONLY the one who got landed on is hurt because their body absorbed all the impact!

[BigJoe]

I have just recently asked two lesbian friends of mine to trampled me...One weighs about 300 the other about 180...I asked the one that weighs 180 if she would like to help me that me and a friend from this board are going to have a trample competition...I told her i wanted to see how much i can take...She said sure why not!! It wouldn't bother me to jump & stomp around on you...She asked if i wanted to use a board to lay on top of me? i told her no. Just stand on me..she said she didn't think that both could fit on my little chest but would give it a try...I told her i wanted to see how much weight i could work up too & asked if she had any other friends that would try it...She said that she a had a few friends that would to walk all over a man....this could be good...Will let everyone know how it goes...Will try to get her to take some pics....

[BigJoe]

Sorry! Here's a link from the author...

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12398&highlight=Homeplate

[BigJoe]

How cool was this? I haven't exactly had loads of trample experiences, but this was pretty good. I went to a house gathering the other week with old college friends, and 3 girls (all mid-20s) were having their photo taken. I was a bit drunk and kept winding them up and getting in the way. I was crouching down in front of them waving at the camera, when one of them stomped down on my chest and pinned me to the floor really hard. One of the other girls then did the same on my stomach and the other on the groin. I was completely trapped and they took several photos with me pinned to the floor beneath them doing Charlies' angel poses. Then, when that was finished, one stepped up on my chest for a bit briefly, then another pressed their barefoot on my face and finally, one of them picked up the final girl and dropped her full weight on my stomach!
Cool! Unfortunately, I was soooo drunk, I barely enjoyed the moment let alone savor it.

[groundview]

Hi again, I see you found one of my old stories! Homeplate. Years ago I posted it here as one of my first effort's at story writing. Show's you there's no delete key on the internet. :)

Here's the original Links:
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12398&highlight=Homeplate

[BigJoe]

Sorry! I didn't know. I have things is my computer from around 1998. I didn't get it from here, or maybe I did, some thousands of years ago.

But... I've already replaced it!

[groundview]

Thanks BigJoe, I had my first computer when they had dial-up Bulletin boards, and old style text driven only communications. late 80's. I have other stories on this board, see if you like them.

1. Leaf man
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15717&highlight=Leafman

2. Tree Line Estate - Continuation of Leaf man
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=18255&highlight=Leafman

3. The object. - can't find the link to that but have backup on disk.


:)

[Atilla The Honey]

Do not discuss underage (younger than 18 years old) people in any way that relates to the main topics of these Forums (i.e. “fetish,” “facesitting,” “trample,” “Domme/sub,” etc.), or in any way that includes any kind of “sexual” situation. Do not post stories (fiction) that involve anybody under the age of 18. Do not post artistic renderings, computer-generated images, or any variant thereof that depict anybody who is underage - no exceptions.
Exception (and only barely): You MAY post (text only) personal experiences where YOU were a minor. HOWEVER: this must only be done to be informative, and should not be written to be erotic. ERR on the side of caution because it is the job of the moderators and administrators to use THEIR judgment to decide if the post breaks a Rule.
Breaking this Under 18 Rule is likely to get you banned.

BigJoe i have deleted two of your posts as they violate the abovementioned MDFF Rule. At the start of this thread we had an agreement that you would not post underage content in the forum, and you agreed. Although the stories are not yours i will remind that they still are in breach of the rules governing this forum, so please let this not happen again.
Thanks

[BigJoe]

Sorry! It won't happen again.

I'll try and be extra-careful from now on.

[BigJoe]

I got my guts stomped pretty well last night. A girlfriend of mine came back from a bar with me. There was a lot of celebration going on because it was the last day of classes at my college. We don’t sleep together, we’re just good friends. We went into my bedroom to talk and listen to music. She’s about 5’8” 140 pounds. I asked her to walk on my back for and she responded rather enthusiastically. I placed myself on the floor lying on my stomach. She removed her boots and proceeded to walk all over my back for about ten minutes. When she stepped off, I rolled over onto my back, and she asked me “Was that good enough?” I told her “it felt great” and patted my stomach. “You want me to step on your belly?”, she asked. “I want to see if I can take it”, I responded. A devilish smirk spread across her face as she placed her right foot atop my abs and quickly stepped up. I let out a bit of grunt, which she found overwhelmingly amusing. She wasted no time walking in place on my stomach, shifting her weight from foot to foot trying to defeat my abdominal strength. “Does it hurt?”, she asked. “No, not at all”, I informed her. “I want to hear you make more noises”, she announced, and moved up to my chest. Of course I could hold her weight on my chest more easily than I could on my stomach, so after only a couple of minutes of marching in place atop my chest, I guess she decided it was time for some serious barefoot trample torture.
She walked back down to my stomach and placed her feet side by side across my belly. She looked down at me and informed me she was going to start jumping on my stomach. I said ok, and she leapt high into the air, landing with both feet next to each other right in the middle of my stomach. The impact caused my shoulders to lift off the floor a couple inches and I let out a deep grown as the air was forced from my lungs. She stood there with her feet sinking into my stomach just a little bit laughing hysterically. “You were like OOOFF”, she said as she imitated me, then started laughing again. “I want to feel my feet sink into your gut.” “Go for it”, I gasped. She leapt again and landed with the same affect. I let out a groan, which incited her laughter. At this point my abs were starting to weaken. She jumped again and landed in the center of my belly. This time she sank into me and I let out deep moan. I lifted my head to see my stomach was being crushed down a good three or four inches, which helped explain the throbbing sensation I was experiencing in my midsection. She looked down at me and said “Now, I know that hurt. Do you want me to stop?” “I’m fine. You seem to be having fun. You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to”, I responded in a rather faint voice. “You’re right! I am having fun!”, she informed me. With that, she jumped four times without stopping to talk or laugh in between. I took the first two pretty well, just letting out grunts even though the pain was building. The third one really pounded my already throbbing guts. By the time she landed the forth one, my abdominal muscles had nothing left. Her feet must have stopped sinking about an inch above my spine. I definitely howled a bit from the last impact and she finally stepped down. Keep in mind that the whole time she was using my belly as a trampoline, she never once actually stepped down off of me until she was done.
When she stepped off of my belly, I held my stomach and rolled onto my side in pain. She asked me, “Would like a minute to rest?”. I gasped out an affirmative yes, but I couldn’t believe she wanted to keep going. I’ve known this girl for four years, and she is just about the nicest person I’ve ever met. I still can’t comprehend it. If I had know this about her when I first met her I would have had her stomp me through the floor years ago. Anyway, my minute was up a little earlier than the usual 60 second minute. She rolled me back over onto my back and asked “are you good to go now?” I nodded and smiled to let her know I was ok. “So, your stomach is ok then?”, she asked. I said yes and her left foot raised high above my belly and came crashing down with a stinging impact. The stomp actually stung more than it created a throbbing sensation like the jumping did. I let out a grunt, and she laughed while shaking her head. She stomped away at my already throbbing guts a few more times, and declared “this really doesn’t do the job like jumping does”. She picks up the folding chair next to my desk and sets it up beside me. Without saying a word to me, she climbs up onto the chair and leaps off. Her feet landed together directly on top of my diaphragm. I let out a loud gasp followed by a couple whimpers since I could no longer breath. She began laughing hysterically again and announced “We’re going to have to do that one more time!” She climbed up onto the chair again and leapt higher than the last time. The landing was nothing shy of brutal. Her feet didn’t quite impact at the exact same time. Her right foot landed first on the center of my stomach with all of her weight on that one foot. Her left foot came down on top of my diaphragm again. The penetration of her right foot created a strong sharp pain that turned into a throbbing sensation after half a minute or so. She stood there for a moment looking at me an said “I honestly don’t know how you just took all that.” She stepped off me and announced “I think you’ve had enough for now. Next time we’ll have to see what happens when I leave my boots on.” After that she went into the bathroom and I rolled over yet again in agony, clutching my stomach. So would did you guys do last night?

[BigJoe]

This is a true experience that happened a couple of months ago. There is a woman I've known for about 7 or 8 years who is represents a company that supplies products for the company I work for. Aside from our working relationship she and I have developed a warm friendship through the years. We talk by phone once a week and she comes into town to see me once a month on business. After we discuss business, we usually go out for a business lunch or dinner and talk. She is about 40 but looks much younger. Beautiful long blonde hair, slight build, very sexy. On this particular day, she was wearing a business skirt, stockings and black pumps. She sat in the chair across from my desk and we discussed our usual work business. After dealing with that, the conversation turned to personal. I knew she had been dating a guy and I asked her how it was going. She told me it didn't and that she was just taking her time. Without thinking or missing a beat, I made the comment that she should have "guys throwing themselves at her feet". She laughed and said that will never happen. opportunity came knocking! I said "we'll fix that" and got up and went over to where she was sitting. She had her legs crossed. I proceeded to lay down on my back in front of her. She started laughing and after a second or two lifted her right foot onto my chest. She had mostly her front part of her foot on me but the heel was resting on the edge of my chest. Since her legs were still crossed, her left foot was about an inch from my face. She looked down at me and realizing her foot was close to my face, laughed and said "look at this." With that she tapped my face with her foot. She then uncrossed her legs and placed her other foot on my stomach. She said she finally had it all...a great friend who was now also her personal rug. She said she could now say she has had men throw themselves at her. We laughed. She asked if I was alright. I told her of course...no problem. After a couple of minutes she lifted her feet off me and I got up. I had wished I could have had her walk on my chest, but being at work and all didn't want to press my luck. We went to lunch afterward. I speak to her all the time and have seen her since. We are planning on having lunch again next month when she makes her visit. I'm going to try somehow to have her walk on me. I really love my job!

[BigJoe]

I am John Stanton and have known Tina since childhood, I have always found her to be a wonderful and caring person, but curious and intriguing at the same time, and for that I am very much drawn to her, have been from the first day I met her, although I was never sure why she reciprocated my affection. Tina is a tall, attractive and slim lady and I'm sure most people considered that she was wasting her time with me. I may not fully understand the mysteries of Tina but certainly I know myself; an unusual person you could say but my secret feelings and secret desires are precisely that, secret. No reason to suspect any transparency, but why worry, she was here, as always by my side, as we walked arm in arm towards the car park. Our relationship was never sexual, but there was a curious bond that held us together, and I never imagined that in less than one hour I would understand the full extent of that bond, and of the role I would be playing out in our future relationship. Today she was wearing a knee length denim skirt, woolly jumper and leather waist length jacket. She was also wearing a pair of knee length black boots with a chunky heel and sole, she always seemed to wear menacing looking black boots and it seemed out of character for her to exhibit the traits of a dominant women, but on the other hand it is probably only in my imagination that black boots must be perceived as dominant. Just looking at them would almost always almost prompt me to throw myself at her feet, but I always resisted these strong temptations lest it would mark the end of our friendship. Instead I would limit myself to more risk free antics, such as placing a snail or similar entity on her doorstep just before knocking on her door. I would try to keep her distracted as she would step forward and hopefully crush the snail beneath her boots, my heart always beating faster in anticipation. Usually though she would notice it and step over it or just plain miss it, but when it worked I would meander through the rest of the day in a deep sense of arousal, but also with a sense of guilt that I had contrived a situation where my best friend would extinguish an innocent life, she would not normally kill a fly.
As we approached the car we agreed that she would first reverse before I climb in, since there was insufficient room for my considerable frame between her car and the one positioned alongside. At times like this I often take the opportunity to exercise another of my little deviant desires, it has worked before, why not this time, Tina is a nice girl and so naïve, I always found it easy to play these games, I'm sure she would be mortified if she knew what has, and is about, to happen. As she closed the car door and the engine whirred into life, I was already placing my left hand behind the rear left wheel, I remember the first time I attempted this and being petrified and excited at the same time, with no idea as to the possible damage to my hand. For sure it was painful but not as excruciating as I first suspected, and no broken bones.
The car started moving slowly, the rear wheel mounting my hand, followed by the usual grimace and stab of pain as the wheel ground over my fingers. Then suddenly the car stopped, this was unexpected, what could be wrong, there was no reason to stop as far as I could see and no other car blocking her exit. As I crouched there bemused the engine was turned off and the car door opened, I could not see over the car, so I dropped closer to the ground and could see that Tina was slowly walking around the car and towards me, there was absolutely no excuse that came to mind, how could I possibly explain the position I now find myself in. Her sweet innocent face came into view and, to my surprise, she was smiling, a kind of smirk more than a smile, a look I have never seen before. She stepped close and knelt down to take a close look at the damage being done to my hand, again she looked at me and asked me if it was hurting, at the same time taking a sitting position on the boot of the car, directly over the wheel of the car, directly over my hand. You would think the few extra pounds would not result in any significant increased pressure, but I was wrong, the extra weight on my hand was incredible, and she just smiled.

She took out a cigarette and started smoking, and then she started to talk softly, in the same quiet voice I was accustomed to but with a determination and purpose I had not witnessed before. She explained to me her suspicions about my deviant desires, that ever since we were much younger the signs were there, on too many occasions she found herself stepping onto my fingers when I would gingerly slide my hand towards her feet, knowing that if she stepped back just a couple of inches then my fingers were ready to receive the full weight of her heel. Of course I remembered well, it's amazing how many times you can contrive such an event but I guess she must have caught on and the strange thing is, she must have known all along and continuously stepped onto my fingers, intentionally.
My left hand was totally numb by now, as she continued to smoke and smile at me, until finally she jumped off the car. She stepped onto the wrist of my other hand as she dismounted, trapping it there beneath her right boot. She lowered herself, bringing her face close to mine and blowing cigarette smoke into it. Then, as the cigarette was almost finished, she looked me first in the eyes and then to the cigarette, a smile crossing her face. She then placed the cigarette on my right hand, which was still held firmly in place beneath her boot. The heat of the cigarette intensified as she raised herself back to a standing position and looked down at the cigarette, hovering the thick sole of her boot over it. The pain from the burning cigarette was immense by now and it was almost an act of mercy when she finally stepped onto the back of my hand, crushing the cigarette out with a grinding motion of her foot. The cigarette was extinguished after only a few seconds, but she seemed to delight in continuing to grind and crush my fingers beneath her boot, until finally she stopped the grinding and placed the sharp edge of her thick heel over my knuckles and applied her full weight onto the heel as she stepped forward and returned to the driver side of the car. I am not even sure that she noticed the faint cracking sound as the full weight of her heel came to bear on my hand, but by now she was back in the car and starting the engine. She slowly reversed and at last my hand was free, my left hand red and raw with the tyre marks embedded firmly into the skin and my other hand burnt and crushed beneath her boot.
I started to lift myself from the ground, not entirely sure where this left our friendship and not sure I could even look her in the face. As I made my way towards the passenger door, she emerged again from the car and beckoned me to come round to the driver side. My emotions were confused by now, embarrassed that my secret was out and excited about what had just happened and especially aroused by the cruel and clinical way that she had treated me. As I approached her, she motioned for me to lay down by the side of the car and to my surprise I settled there immediately on the hard floor, she suddenly made me aware of my choices. I could walk away now and we would never see each other again, or I would dedicate myself to her for the rest of my life. She explained that she cared for me deeply as a friend but nonetheless I would be committing myself to a life of humiliation and pain if I decided to stay. I still couldn't believe I was hearing this from Tina but maybe it was always meant to be like this, perhaps this was where I belonged. I looked up at her and must admit to feeling close to tears; I couldn't understand this emotion and no matter how hard I tried, no words would come.
She stepped clear of the car and said, first, that I have to show I can withstand the sort of treatment she had in mind for me, and after the car incident I knew by now that she was capable of a degree of cruelty. I was laying there silently ready to take whatever was coming my way, and she obviously took this silence as a further sign of my willingness to endure her every whim. She slowly positioned herself by my head, one foot either side as I looked up to see her looking down at me with a cold look of inevitability. She then raised her right foot and placed it deliberately and slowly onto my face, with the sole and rough tread of her boot pressing down onto my nose. I knew by now that this was my rightful place all along, looking up at Tina as she stood there, hands on hip, and her boot firmly planted on my face. And she wasn't finished yet, as she then took a hold of the car door for balance, she started to lift her weight onto my face, until suddenly she was standing full weight. The hard tread of her boot was pressing hard onto my nose, and tears of pain started streaming down my cheeks. Not content with just standing there, she started to make a motion with her foot similar to that of putting out a cigarette, this motion combined with the sheer weight started to rip and tear at my skin and I was sure it was only a matter of time until my nose simply smashed to pieces under the relentless pressure and motion of her foot. Eventually she dismounted and bent over to take a close look at the damage she had just inflicted; she touched the tip of my nose with her finger and then drew it back to reveal some blood and shards of skin. She came closer and whispered in my ear “Welcome to your new life!”


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[Goldman]

Nice posts big joe, its giving me the fire to try and finish my stories. I have 4 stories half written.. I guess i just kinda lost my mojo.. But this thread has spurred me on!

[BigJoe]

Yeah, Goldman. Let it flow!

We all hope it gets on track, I'm sure.

Cheers!

[redcarpetboy]

these are great collection of stories, its bringing back some memorys and inspiration for others to write again. Hey do you have any more unknown trample stories. I Love the unknowning, careless women giving pain to someone with outh them knowing how sadistic they are being.

[BigJoe]

Yeah, I love the unknown trample too. The thing is, the stories are stored on my PC at work, so I don't have that much time to sort it out. I read it quickly, see if it's worth reading, bring it home and put them on the forum.

I wish I can find the story with Mr. Rugman in the female toilet, in China. But I guess I'll have to ask his permission to put it on the forum.

The story with the man buried in the sand is very good too. But it displays a mother, her friend, and her daughter so I guess it infringes the rules. And that's a thin line I don't want to cross again.

Cheers!

[BigJoe]

When I was in college this past year, we decided to have a frat
sorority tackle football game and this totally sexy girl I wanted in
the worst way came out on the field wearing a pair of her younger
brother's football cleats with the steel tips and inch long nylon
spikes.
There were seven spikes on each shoe, for you non-football fans. I
told her that she was looking mighty scary and that she obviously
was out to do a little damage. One of my frat brothers made the
mistake of putting his hand on the turf as she was running by. She
"accidentally" stepped right on the back of his hand with her steel
tipped cleats. This guy felt no pain as he had had a few beers all
during the game. There were large spike marks where she jumped
on his hand and she had a big grin on her face when I told her she
was going down on the next play.
I had been giving her a rough time all game and she told me that she
was going to run right over me with her cleats and not to get in her
way. The next play I got blocked to the ground face up and as she
was running by me she jumped on me with her spiked football shoe
and dug the metal tips into my chest. While I was trying to tackle her
she brought the other spiked shoe onto my chest and planted it in my
gut. She then pushed off trying to get some traction at the expense of
my chest as the spike tips slid across my now exposed skin and she
ripped up my chest pretty good. She was only like 5'2" and weighed
about 105 pounds..but boy could she move those feet. The skin had
been scraped off where she ran as she dug her spikes in. You could
see exactly where the 7 spikes on her shoe had landed. After she got
tackled she ran by me laying on the ground and put her spiked shoe
on my chest and told me, "Try to tackle me again big guy and I plant
these spikes in your groin." She smiled and I knew this was a match
made in heaven.
Obviously I liked her style and she knew it....a couple of plays later
I had her around the waist and I slid down to the ground. She kept
her sexy feet going digging up turf and ground....and then my cock
got caught up in the spikes as she kept trying to run...and she landed
a couple of solid spike stompings on my cock and thigh. This girl
was playing for keeps and I was down for the count....She felt kind
of bad and she came up to me and apologized....
After the game I couldn't help but want to be with her.....she cleaned
up real nice and I asked her out....that weekend she wore the sexiest
spike heels I had ever seen....and I commented later on about how
sexy I thought her legs and feet were especially in those SPIKE
HEELS. She laughed and said that maybe she could do the same
thing with her spike heels that she did with her football cleats on me
the previuos week. She asked if I had learned my lesson on the
football field that no one could bring her down. The gauntlet had
been thrown. I could only hope....Three dates later....well that is
another chapter in this true story....I still have the cleat marks to
prove it... :)
TOTALLYSPIKED and loving it.

[bobfeet91]

Hi! I read almost all the story you post and they are wonderfull!
Some are very short but thanks for all!

[BigJoe]

Well... I'm just a reclycler. The stories are not mine. I can't take any credit for them. The only thing I do is sort them out to choose the good ones. And to check if they fit the rule "no minors".

But, again, I'm just a recycler.

My stories are not that fancy and they're not so detailed. They are in "Kicks to the head".

[stivalo]

thank you very much, big joe.. i read every short or long story you repost from "old times" :)

[BigJoe]

Yesterday a good friend of mine became his first daughter and made a party. There were last night many girls that I have not seen for a while, but under the other there was some girl that they all knew well and I saw her for the first time. She was about 130lbs and maybe 5’10” dressed in body shirt and tight blue jeans. She had black boots with heel height of maybe 1” or 1½“ block. There were only a few of us left.

At first we were all drinking wine after there was no more whiskey and brandy. I was sitting on the floor and she on a chair. When I neared m fingers to her boot she moved quickly away saying “Don’t do it I’ll step on you”. I continued the same thing two more times after what she screamed “Do it one more time and I will really step on you”. She was in mid of conversation with my friend and he asked what she meant with that. She said that it was not said to him, after what she moved away.

After there was no more wine left, she was with two other people lying on the bed. She was lying on the longer side and the other two sideways. I was sitting on the bottom end of the bed on the floor. While she was sleeping and I was sitting and watching on her boots. After some more time I moved a pillow on what she pushed her soles by the wall and slid my head between. She kicked me in next two hours a few times in the face waking me up while moving on the bed. Mostly there were caught my lips and chin with her heel. I can’t say how hard she kicked because I was drunk. One time I caught a part of her heel inside my mouth, on my teeth. The last time when I woke up I caught myself licking the bottoms of her boots.

I immediately stopped it and looked does someone looking onto me. Then I moved a little to the front of her boots and slept again. She kicked me a few times into the back and in the back of my head with the toe of her boot and that was all.

In the morning some people waked up and wanted to leave. One of them was waking her up. When she woke up the wanted to put her shoes on the ground and I was in the way of both of her feet. Upper one swung over my ear and landed on the edge of the bed and the other one swung in the back of my head and moved it a little forward to the edge and to her first boot. When she put both of her feet on the ground I played waking up and said “It is already the morning?” She scared a bit and screamed and at that point I knew that she had no idea that I was there when she kicked me.

I know only one thing I must see her alone and maybe her alone. She is very “nice” girl, but I must see is she such also when she is not drunk.

SaleB

[mrtramplefantasy]

these are great stories keep it coming

[BigJoe]

Years ago, we (me and my friends)were in a bar and made jokes about drinking beer out of one of the boots of a very gorgeous woman who also was at that bar. She was with a friend of mine.
Suddenly she removed her boot from her foot and called our bluf. I knew this was my chance and said I would.
I took her boot and emptied my glass in it.
She warned me and said she had these boots at her feet all day, so I would be in for a very special beer taste.
I said I didn't mind, shaked the beer around in the boot and brought it to my mouth.
My nose was already in her boot and I could smell her feet scent even more then the beer smell.
I tilted the boot and drank the beer. I loved it. With a smile, I told her that I would even eat out of it and if I could, I would live in it.
Everybody had a good laugh, but if only they knew how I meant it!!
I stil see her, as she is married to my friend now for 20 years and up untill today, she is unaware of how I loved it.

doorstep

[BigJoe]

A little outside the norm, this one, but some might enjoy it...

Jane Hearn was a fairly attractive woman of 23, who was single and had no children. As well as her boring day job of cleaning in a local bowling alley, she also had a dodgy method of pocketing extra cash.

Her elder brother had introduced her to a local "gangster" called Tony. Tony was a powerful and influential money lender. However the punishment for not returning his money with interest was dire. Jane's job was to "punish" those who had not repaid their debt.

One evening a man called Johnny Miller, who was indebted to Tony by over £10,000 was spotted leaving a supermarket. A few telephone calls were exchanged and Jane found out where he was going. She hopped into her dark green vauxhall Vectra and drove towards the shopping centre. On the road before the supermarket Jane spotted her target.

She cooly pulled up next to him and wound her window down. Johnny looked round to see the sexy brunette in her leather top looking up at him.

"I think you a friend of mine some money." She stated cooly, "A fair amount as well."

As soon as Johnny heard this he pulled his hood over his face and marched quickly away from the car. In frustration Jane reversed at speed and stopped when she heard Johnny rebound off of the back of her Vectra.

She looked out of the window at the prone figure on the floor. She then reversed so tghe back wheel was nudged right against Johhny's shoulder.

Johhny who was scarcely conscious after the attack, heard the front door open and under the car he saw two black leather high heels touch the road. He watched them approach him until he looked up and saw Jane towering over him in tight ble jeans and her leather top.

"Where's the money, Johnny?" She asked the prone man at her feet. Johnny exhaled painfully that he didn't have the money, or anything even close to it.

Jane took her left foot and placed it on Johnny's chest. Johnny gagged from the sudden pressure.

"Where's the money?" Jane repeated. "If you don't tell me I'm going to get back into my car and reverse it over your ugly little face. Understand?"

"Please?" Johnny begged, "Please don't, I swear I don't have it, just give me more time."

"Tony gave you that money last year." Said Jane, crossing her arms and wiggling her heel on Johnny's chest. "You've had far too much time already."

"Look. Just give me a week..." He began in a quivering voice. Jane lowered her foot onto his throat, ending the speech.

"When I say now, I mean now. Do you here me Johnny boy?" Jane asked sincerely. Johnny gagged beneath her heel.

"I said, do you hear me?" Jane repeated. Johnny once again attempted to answer but his plea became a sickening gurgle below her sturdy two-and-a-half inch heel.

"If you don't stop ignoring my questions I'm gonna lose it with you Johnny." Jane said in an irritated tone. Johnny wished he could fight back but the car crashing into him and wounded him badly and he felt like a part of his back may be broken.

"Fine." Said Jane stepping off of his throat. She then walked away from him and climbed into the car. Johnny gasped in fear at the sound of the engine roaring to life. The next thing he saw was the back wheel spin.

When Jane next stepped out of the car, Johnny was pinned rutlessly with the car's rear wheel on his chest. Jane leaned her shapely rear on the car and looked down at Johnny. The wheel had evidently cracked or damaged most of his ribs and he was occasionally coughing up blood.

"If you want me to take this car off of you." Said Jane, "Give me the money."

Johnny felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness. His chest was completely numb but his difficulty in breathing was causing him immense pain.

"Get it off..." He mumbled painfully.

"That sounded like and order, Johnny." Said Jane angrilly. She swiftly kicked him in the face with her high heels. She felt his nose snap beneath her toe.

"Where is the money?" asked Jane, blowing on her elegantly painted fingernails and glancing down at the man beneath her wheel.

"In my bank." Johnny finally confessed.

"see. Why couldn't you have told me that earlier and I wouldn't have hat to hurt you so much." Jane said to him in mock sympathy.

She crouched down and removed his bank card from his wallet. Whilst she was crouched she leaned her knee on his throat.
"What's your pin number, Johny boy?" She asked, pressing down on his throat. He splurted it out to her and she stood up smiling.

As she walked back into her car she turned to Johnny and said; "Just remember, you got off easy this time."

THE END.

[BigJoe]

Last friday night myself and two friends attended the "ILash" fetish club in the Blue mountains west of Sydney{Australia}..These functions are held every few months..mainly for fetish people living in the mountains....
"Carpet Chris" was already there when we arrived..He had built a new trample "box" and wanted to try it out.. there are two pictures of it in the photo section..its a bit hard to explain what it looks like!!!! first chris set up on the dance floor......A few girls headed straight for him and starting dancing{on him} After about 15" he moved to an area between the dancefloor and the toilet/back area. he laid down with the trample/frame/box on top of him..there was hardly any room along the sides for people to get past so most had to step on him to get past..{which was the idea!!!}.. Chris has cut out a hole for his face but a board does cover his body so people are more or less walking on the board not his body..I prefere feet contact on the body.. But that is what he likes!!!!
Anyway later on i asked Fiona if she could trample on me for a picture...She said okay and left her shoes on..Adam took a few pictures before she got carried away and gave me a severe trampling..
There were plenty of women there that night..although a fetish night noone was too"dressed" up.. Quite a few ladies were jeans@runners including the spunky DJ...{she trampled me last}
later on i laid on the dance floor and one lady encouaged the women to dance on me....of which they did..Fiona trampled me again too..At least 10 girls danced on me{with their shoes on }
I took a break and one blonde English girl asked if she could walk on me.... I said sure..She then said she did not have heels on.I said i really prefere barefeet{of which i do}...
A short time later she was dancing so i dropped on the floor near her.....She seemed a bit nervous about the idea but Adam steadied her as she walked on my back in her runners..She was great!!!!! After her another girl quickly walked over me..I was about to get up when some said to "stay down"..I did and felt another person standing on me..It was the blonde English lady a
second time but her feet felt different..I could feel the ends of her long jeans touching the skin on my back and relised she was standing on me in barefeet. That was a bonus.....


p.s. once again: these stories are not mine. I've found them on the net some years ago. My stories are in "Kicks to the head".

I'm just trying to bring something positive to this board.

[BigJoe]

Brad was bringing Stacy back to her house after she spent more than one hour on horse riding. She offered him to have a drink before leaving, which he accepted.
While she was opening the door of her house, she looked at her boots and said : "Oh, I forgot to clean my boots. I can't get inside like that. Could you help me to clean them Brad ?".
He said yes, thinking he would have to help her to wash the boots which were very muddy, because it has been raining nearly all day. Stacy smiled when he answered yes and said : "Just sit down on the ground please". "Why ?", asked Brad. "You said you would help me, so you obey and I will show you what to do."
Brad hesitated then sat down on the floor. Stacy get close to him and, slowly, she put her feet on his throat and pushed him to the floor. "But what are you doing ?", asked Brad. "Don't ask questions, just obey or I will clean my boots on your clothes. Take off your shirt." Brad didn't move, then Stacy increased a bit the pressure of her foot on his throat. Brad changed his mind and took off his shirt. As soon as his chest was exposed, Stacy put her other foot on it, keeping him on the ground.
She said : "Now ou can choose : you obey and do everything I ask you to do and everything will be fine, or you try to refuse to obey but I will succeed anyway and you will regret it for a long time. You have to know you are going to clean my boots, so are you going to obey ?". She then moved her foot and placed her flat heel on his balls. Without pressing, she could see he had to support her full weight, half on his balls and half on his throat.
Brad said in a shiny voice : "Okay, I will clean your boots, but stop hurting me please". "That's what I wanted to hear", said Tracy, stepping off him, leaving muddy foot prints on his balls and chest. "Now come to my feet, quickly." Brad obeyed, and found himself the nose against Stacy's muddy boots. "Now, kiss them". He obeyed, giving a kiss on the top of each boot. "Better than that. I want you to respect my boots, kiss them until I tell you to stop. And kiss all the boot not only the top."
Brad began to give long kisses to the muddy leather. "That's fine. Now lick my boots, I want them to shine." Brad hesitated and Cindy gave him a quick kick in the head, which made him obey quickly. He began to lick the leather of the boots, swallowing the dust and the mud he brought back with his tongue. "Now lick the second boot. Quick !".
When he finished to lick the top of each boot, she ordered him :"Lie on your back, now." He obeyed, and Stacy approached, showing one sole in front of his face. She put it down on his mouth and said : "Lick the soles clean. Doesn't matter how dirty they are, doesn't matter if there is horse shit on them."
Brad began to lick the bottom of Stacy's boots, beginning with the heel. The boots were very dirty but he licked them very, very clean.


by Alex.

[BigJoe]

A few years ago I was working for a small company that was really great. At some point I had every female co-worker walk or step on me at one time or another. Our boss had his wife working in the accounting department. She was very attractive, a little short but very well built. She always dressed impeccably. I decided to see if I could get her to walk on me by using the back popping trick. The first time I went into her office and told her my back was hurting and could she put some pressure on it to pop it out. She at first tried with the palm of her hand but I told her that wouldn't work. I said it needed some weight. So I laid down in front of her and told her to apply some weight. She was a little apprehensive at first, but then slipped her shoe off and placed one foot on my back and stood up on the one foot. It only lasted a few seconds but it felt great.

The next time was a few weeks later. She was wearing a dress with high heel sandals and stockings. We were standing in the lobby talking to the receptionist (who had walked on me several times). I mentioned again that my back was acting up. This time my boss' wife said "go ahead and lay down". So I laid down in the lobby, she slipped off her shoes and this time stepped up with both feet. She then proceeded to walk up and down on me for about a minute. She made a comment about I felt under her and the receptionist laughed and said I should be used as the company rug.

One other time was about a month after that. This time again in her office. I came in and asked her to pop my back. This time she was wearing a pant suit and high heels. When I laid down in front of her she did not take off her shoes. She hopped right up with her high heels and began walking up and down my back. She gave a little jump and laughed. She made some comment about dancing on me. I just told her she made my back feel great. After about 2 minutes she got down and said "anytime".

That was a great company to work for. Talk about fringe benefits!

[stivalo]

great, great and great!!!

[underman6]

Great work BigJoe! I want to make a contribution to this "Oldies but goldies" and hope you like it as I felt it convenient to this thread.

This is a true conversation with two women at different times occured for 20 years ago. The first woman who was about her 35 years of age and weigthed 150Ib with nice feet and worked in a shop selling clothing. She said to me:

"Mrfootmat, do want to know what would I like to do with you?"

"No, I said."

"I will undress you and put you naked on the floor in front of the cash register and I will walk and stand on you during the day and only attending costumers. And you need to be quiet!" She said in a stern voice.

"Oh! Lovely. Then you need to train me up for this, My Lady!" I said in a charming way.

"I will, I will! Don`t worry. I will take care of you." She said in a easy-going way.

Oh dear! My, my my!:D

After a couple of year I remembered that conversation when I found yet another wonderful Lady. She too was about her 30th of age. I began like this on a fetishparty in Sweden. A friend of mine that knew my fetish told me about a woman who wants to talk to me. She is obviously interested in your trampling stuff. Fine, were is she?:D

We sat and talked for a while when she want to know how I enjoy the trampling. I said I have a fetish for bare feet and nylons. She smiled and said she love nylon and trample on a living human being is sexy, especialy men and feeling a body beneath nylonclad feet is having a nice time and cosy. Man! I droped my chin. Then I begin to tell her about the great chop trample concept.

She said. "Yes, I couldn`t walk and stand on you when you are standing upright. You have to lie down." I played along and lied down. She smiled and her pumps flew off and with a female like certainty she stamped down on my belly. Trampled on the spot. Then testing my chest and continue to trampling with her feet. I fascinated looking up at her and hear her say: "Hmmm, yes good. This is you. You are very suitable for this. I could use you everday from now on. Then she began to talk to my friends standing in front of us and prentending they were costumers. She stood on me for about 20 minutes talking and from time to time her feet pounding my chest and belly. I have to add the last 5 or 10 minutes of standing on me she had a drink in her hand and she looked VERY happy!

Very nice!:D

[BigJoe]

Very good one! Thanks, Underman!

[BigJoe]

One trample story
16-Apr-99 15:14:42

Not knowing what the word "trample" was all about until about 2 years ago, it is surprising how
many people out there are into some fashion of trample. Myself for years fantasized about women
standing/walking or sitting on men but never heard the term trample/trampled/trampling. Well,
About two years ago I had a woman (no name,she might read the forums) who work for me in my
department of a large corporation. I being single and her single also, occasionally when out after
work for drinks/beers. Sometimes we went out on the weekends together too.
One weekend, I asked her to a NFL game, which she turned down as she had a party to go to. I
alway thought she had a second life style. She joked occasionally that I did not really know her.
She also hinted to what I believed, that she was into a fetish scene. She was tall, pushing 6'+ and
185lbs (drivers license); sandy blonde hair, brown eyes and yes, very attractive. When we went
out, guys heads always turned. A few weeks after what had been her fetish party, we went out to
dinner and to a small bar to hear a three piece band. We closed the place down and went back to
her place. Both of us drank more than we should, stumbled up the porch steps and inside the
house. She poured us some wine and returned to the living room where she set the glasses on the
table and pulled me off the couch to the floor and straddled me. First she was just sitting on me
with her legs behind her and bent down and shook her hair in my face, not saying anything. She
lifted up and squated down and drop back on my stomach with her feet in front of me. I lost my
breath for a moment as I was got off guard. She bounced and giggled as I layed there getting
crushed. She had size 10 4" black heels on. She removed her shoes to show her barefeet with red
toe nails. She lifted her legs so I bared all of her and she was getting very heavy. Lucky, she got
off about then and told me not to move and she would be right back. I drank my wine and thought
to myself, this is a dream. She returned in just a black lacey bra and panties. She point over by
wall where she wanted me to lay. "What are you going to do?" I asked. She push me down and
said, "This" as she braced herself against the wall and stepped up on me with her left foot on my
stomach and the right one on my face to balance. She was not fat at all, just big and heavy.
Rocking, bouncing and walking all over me, she laughed with each grunt and breath I did. "This
is what is called "trampling" and crushing you until you blackout". Her foot completely engulf my
face and her weight/size was no match for me. This lasted for what seemed to be forever but just
10 mintues or so. I began to see stars and get light headed as she shifted her weight to my head.
When I came to, it was almost morning and she was passed out on the couch. I was sore and
learn a lession that don't get trampled when your drunk. She trampled me a few times after that. I
see her twice a year now as she transfer to another position within the company and we see each
other at the national sales meeting and the trade show. Maybe I'll post about them??

[BigJoe]

The demos were crap, and there was a lot of discussion about rape
which was pretty much a downer, even if I ain't a woman.

But Oprah was REALLY enthusiastic about TESTICLES! They had Matt
Thomas (from Model Mugging) and he had her do an "act agressive and
shout NO!" thing. Oprah adds - at the top of her voice - "I'm going
to grab your TESTICLES!". Cut to audience reaction - laughs from the
women.

One guy is on top of a woman and talks about how she can hit here blah
blah. Oprah cuts in "You should grab his TESTICLES!". Guy continues
blah blah. Oprah gets impatient and shouts "NO, she should grab the
TESTICLES!!" and gestures squeezing with both hands!

There was also a demo where the guy is straddling a woman on her back,
she hooks her legs around his shoulders, pushes him back, elbows his
balls, then axe-kicks his balls. Oprah goes spare! Yes! Yes! she
enthuses, and tries to get more discussion on kicking the testicles,
and shouldn't you go for the testicles etc. She was practically
having an orgasm over testicles!

How strange is this "fetish" - I wouldn't describe Oprah as a babe or
turn-on but as soon as she starts shouting TESTICLES at the top of her
voice my you-know-what is straining to bust outta my pajamas, and that
ain't no lie!