KMITB
01-19-2010, 12:14 PM
This is a story I wrote some time ago, when I first began to actively pursue my fetish and found MDFF. I've been using the site for a couple of years now but I never registered, until very recently. I decided it was time to give a little something back to the community which has given me so very much, so I'll start contributing stories. This is a story in two parts (the second of which has never been written, but I have started on it). Please note this is only partly true. The background information and the experience are real and true - but it has been heavily embellished to make it more exciting to read. The only complete falsehoods are the ages of the characters, which have been changed in accordance with MDFF's rules, and the names, which have been changed to "protect the innocent" and all that jazz. Please note I changed the ages but I did not edit any of the information about the school I attended, etc. Just assume it is a school for young adults :P
Trampled by my Best Friend (1 of 2)
Back when I was just eighteen years old I remember moving to live quite literally in the middle of nowhere with my parents. It was a farming area, but we didn't own any land save for a small flower garden. The school, shops and other facilities were a few miles away in a small town, along with most of my friends.
There were only two other houses down our little lane; one of them was owned by a wealthy couple who moved there to enjoy some privacy and weren't interested in being friendly, but the other one, a few minutes down the lane, was owned by an old man and his two sons. The man's wife had passed away some years before we arrived and he was getting on in years so he let his sons take over the farming business. He was always kind to us, bringing up truckloads of fresh fruit and vegetables that we would enjoy, but best of all he owned a huge swimming pool.
I would go swimming almost every day with his sons, who became as close as brothers to me. This pool had steps at one end, with the diving board at the other end and a ladder next to it. The diving board wasn't really special, it was 1' off the ground and it was fixed in place - not springy like some boards. The pool was about 5' deep and the ladder went all the way to the bottom. There was no shallow end, the whole pool was the same depth. Next to the pool was a cupboard full of dusty old inflatable toys, many of which were punctured, but I cleaned them up and inflated them.
Sadly this had only been going on for about a year when the old man passed away. Amazingly the whole town arrived for the funeral. Apparently the man had been a very popular member of the community. Unfortunately for me, his sons decided to sell the house - but not the land - to other people, and then they left with the promise of being back a couple of times a year to check on the farm, since they had hired some workers to tend it for them. This was of small consolation to me however, because it meant the pool would be sold, and I had no idea if the new owners would be so kind to me and let me continue to swim in it.
It came as a surprise when I found out that the new owners were a family with two daughters, one of whom went to the same school as I did. The girls were called Jennifer and Samantha, though I knew them as Jenny and Sammie. They were sisters, obviously, Jenny being the elder at 21 years, and Sammie was nineteen, the same as me. I was quite good friends with Sammie at school, but she had never told me she was moving just down the road from where I lived. I lusted after Sammie. It was understandable, she was the same height as me at 167cm (5"6) and she weighed around 60kg (132lbs). Yes, I was short, and I still am. Sammie was polite and kind to everyone, she was quite intelligent and stunningly pretty.
I had always been attracted to her legs, particularly her feet, and strangely ever since I knew her I had wondered what it would be like to touch them and hold them. Quite often I found myself staring at her feet - since she always wore flip-flops to class in the warmer months - and just as often, she caught me at it. Whenever she caught me I would look up and blush, and she would smile, bite her lip and start moving her foot around, either tapping it up and down as if to the beat of a song, or twisting it around, showing me the soles. Once or twice she would slip her flip-flops off and wiggle her toes for my entertainment. The more I watched her feet, the less they satisfied me, and eventually whenever my eyes would inevitably stray towards them during class, I began to wish I really could touch them, do things to them, and my strongest desire of all was the weirdest one I had ever experienced - I wanted her to step on me with them.
So, one summer day I went down to her house to see her after school. I did this quite often. To my relief, Sammie, Jenny and their family were more than happy to let me swim in the pool, and I would always be showing off to the two girls with what I had picked up from the old man's sons. I arrived at the house and sure enough she was there, doing her homework. I had realised that day that I couldn't contain the feelings any more, I had to tell her what I felt about her feet, but I was scared to. What if she thought I was a freak? I would have to mask my real meaning somehow, but at the same time I wanted so much to touch her feet, and feel them on top of me. "Sammie," I said, "I want to swim with you again today but my back really hurts, I think I slept the wrong way last night. I don't suppose you could help me? I've seen on the TV that in Japan they give massages by walking on the person's back. Do you, uh, want to try it?"
She closed the book she was reading and gave me a mixed look, one of simultaneous curiosity and doubt. I blushed deeply and an alarm inside my head started ringing, "SHE KNOWS! SHE KNOWS! SHE KNOWS!" Strangely, she said "Sure Ryan, let's do it now so we can swim after, this homework's pissing me off. But if I do this for you, you have to do me a favour back and massage my feet, I cycled home today and my feet are killing me." It took some effort to stop a smile appearing on my face.
I joked and said sarcastically, "Oh great, I have to rub your sweaty foot," hoping this would throw off any suspicion. So, I got down on the ground and turned over. I heard Sammie climb down from her bunkbed. She was too heavy for it and each rung of the ladder creaked when she put her foot on it. Then, I heard a thud on the floor and felt her footsteps vibrate gently through the floor. It was music to my ears.
They got closer, and closer, and suddenly she was standing not 30cm away from my face. She slipped one of her flip-flops off and flexed her toes slightly, giving me an all-too-familiar erection even before she started to step on me. Then she slipped off the other one and positioned them neatly together with her foot. One more footstep and she was standing right next to me. "Ready?" she said quietly, and I replied with a yes. She lifted up her right foot and placed it gently on my lower back, just hovering there, not actually doing anything. She hesitated for a second but then I felt myself being pressed into the floor by a great weight in my lower back. It was heaven, I could feel every single part of her foot pressing into my back, pinning me to the floor.
Sure enough, my lower back cracked and I was in heaven. Then I felt the other foot in the middle of my back and her weight was balanced out. The middle of my back cracked as well, and I was savouring every moment of the pressure pushing down me. For a short while she just stood there, and then I felt my desire for something get stronger, and I said "It hurts all over the place, do you want to walk around for a bit?" She obliged, and placed one foot after the other, all over my back, twisting, turning, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
If I was in heaven before I didn't know where I was now but oh, man, it was great. She carried on walking, cracking my back for about a minute, and then she moved up to my shoulders and stood up on her toes, increasing the pressure. I fought to keep in a sigh or any sign of pleasure at all. Quite abruptly I thought, she stepped off of me, moved round to my face so I could see her perfect feet again, and to my surprise, poked me on the nose with her big toe. "I felt your back crack loads when I was up there, and I heard it too. I think you're done now, so it's my turn." Even though I had enjoyed being walked on so much, I had to hold up my end of the bargain, so I did. Sammie walked over to the bed and sat on it, then raised an eyebrow and cleared her throat for attention.
I crawled over to the bed on my knees, trying to hide my erection, and gently picked up her left foot. I didn't know what to do, so all I did was brush the dirt off that she had picked up walking across the floor. Then, I went by my instincts and began to rub the sole of her foot. I applied only a little pressure, rubbing in circles and squeezing gently, pressing my thumb into the sole. I felt every motion, and savoured every single moment that I was rubbing, massaging. When she let the slightest hint of pleasure escape from her lips and show on her face I gained some confidence and started to rub with both hands, squeezing more firmly now, but not enough to hurt her. Sammie's feet weren't sweaty as I had expected them to be, but they did smell somewhat, probably because I was holding them about a foot away from my face.
This went on for a few minutes, much longer than she had been doing my back, until eventually I said "Right, that's both feet, we've both done what we promised to so let's go and swim." And we did. We raced down to the pool, and I let Sammie win. This wasn't out of chivalry but so I could hang back and sniff my hands without her seeing. I didn't know what it was that made me do it but I brought them up to my face and took the deepest breath of that air I could manage. Within seconds my nose was tingling with the smell of Sammie's feet, and my erection, which had faded, came right back.
After a few minutes I had changed into my swimming shorts and headed down to the pool again. Sammie was already there, having won the race, in her bikini. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she jumped in. I decided to show off by diving off the board and landing with a splash right next to her. After a few seconds underwater I resurfaced and looked at her, trying to return the weird smile she was giving me. "What were you doing, in my bathroom? I saw you sniffing your hands after you rubbed my feet with them." she said, still smiling.
I was too shocked to even consider a reply. "I think you liked touching my feet, and you loved it too when I was walking on you. I see you staring at them all the time in school, and I know that story about going to bed badly was a load of crap Ryan, because you had a sport lesson with me today and you were fine."
"Just admit it, you have a foot fetish."
I blushed more deeply than I had ever done so before, and eventually brought myself to nod, ashamed. Surprisingly, her smile didn't shrink at all. "Don't be embarrassed Ryan, I'm your friend. I knew your story was a load of bullshit but I still walked on you, didn't I? I still let you rub my feet? I just wish you had told me the truth, but I know I can trust you with something. Listen..." I sighed with relief that she wasn't angry or even freaked out in the slightest by me. "I've got a little something for feet too," she said, "but for mine, not other people's. I love it when guys rub my feet, and I like stepping on guys too. When I used to visit my cousin William I would step on him every day."
"You... You've done this before?" I asked. Sammie nodded.
"Sure. He didn't need crap excuses like you did either, he just asked me. I did his back, but I used to stand on his chest and stomach too. I even stood on his face a few times, and once I stepped on his neck!" For some reason I was ecstatic that she was telling me this. My erection was visibly growing again, even under the water, and I knew my secret was safe with her, and hers was safe with me. "Damnit Ryan," she said, "I'm so glad I've got someone I can talk to about things like this. You've got to come over more often, I'll stand on you, anywhere you want me to, for as long as you can handle, just as long as you rub my feet afterwards, yeah?"
I stopped blushing and smiled with joy. And of course, I agreed without even thinking. Perhaps I was even too eager to get started. "Can we do it now? I've got loads of time and I just can't wait!" So we swam for another half an hour, trading the stories of how we had first discovered our love of trampling, whether standing on people or being stood on, and Sammie told me all about her cousin William. Eventually, my heart beating so fast I thought it would burst out of me, she said "Let's go. I'll get dry and then we can start. No need to get dressed, we can come back in the pool afterward."
I went to the bathroom and started picturing in my head what Sammie was going to do to me. I considered masturbating, but I knew there was so much more to come, so eventually I decided just to dry off and make my way up to Sammie's room. She was already in there, sitting on the top bunk, still in her bikini. She returned my smile when I walked in, and winked at me. I got down on the floor again, this time facing upwards, and watched as she climbed down the ladder and walked over.
She hovered her foot over my face so I took another deep breath. Her feet didn't smell quite as much now because she had just been in the pool, but it was still amazing. "Where shall I start? I'll do your face? Chest? Stomach?" she said, moving her foot to hang over each part of my body in turn as she named them. "You said something about your cousin's neck?" I said hopefully, but she smiled and shook her finger at me. "This was a few years ago Ryan, he was a lot bigger than you and I'm heavier than I was back then. That could be dangerous, I don't want you to die." she chuckled.
"You said you'd stand on me for as long as I can handle." I replied, and she sighed, but the smile didn't die from her face.
"Fine, if you think you can take it. I'll tell you what, we'll make a proper deal. You tell me where to stand and I'll do it, no matter how much it hurts you, as long as you tell me when to stop. And in return, you do something very special for me, every day after school. I'll show you what it is later. Deal?"
Even though I didn't know what she expected me to do later, I agreed without question. She held out her foot for me to shake as if it were her hand, and the deal was sealed. "Neck later then," I said, "do my chest." She nodded and placed one foot on my chest just as she had done to my back earlier. Once again I felt that incredible pressure, but this time I found I couldn't breathe properly as her weight came down on my ribs and stopped my lungs from filling properly. It was even better than when she had been standing on my back, and when she brought her other foot up, I nearly came in my swimming shorts. I could feel the soles of her feet, warm, pressing into my bare chest, and I loved it.
She was looking down at me, still smiling, as she began to walk around on my chest, letting me breathe fully for a second before squeezing all the air out of my lungs again. I let her walk on my chest for at least five minutes, and then tapped her ankle. "Get off!" I wheezed with all the breath I could muster. She stepped down on the floor, I took a few deep breaths and she started to rub my face with her toes while asking me if I had enjoyed the experience so far. Of course, I said yes, and asked her if she was ready to try something a little more exciting. "My feet are all yours," she said, "whatever you want me to do with them, I will."
"Well, I think you should try my face now. You said your cousin enjoyed that the most and I want to see what it feels like."
"I lied," she said.
"What?"
"I lied, he didn't enjoy that the most. There was something else I did to him, only once or twice because it left horrible marks on him and my uncle nearly found out what we had been up to. I don't think you're ready yet." "What did you do to him, Sammie?" "Well I'm a girl who loves shoes, and when standing on him with my bare feet got a little boring I decided to try it out with different shoes. I did it with flip-flops, trainers, my dance shoes, but best of all I used my dress shoes. In my closet I've got one pair of stiletto heels that I bought for the prom next month. I love them, they're exactly the same as my old dress shoes were but a size bigger obviously. I would walk on his stomach with them and they would leave really deep marks, sometimes he would bleed. It was so fun but we nearly got found out. I don't want to risk it again."
I had almost reached my breaking point by now, I was about to come in my shorts again. What would it feel like, I wondered, to have all that weight concentrated into such a small area? I resolved to try it later, but for now, I would have Sammie stand on my face, and see how it turned out...
Trampled by my Best Friend (1 of 2)
Back when I was just eighteen years old I remember moving to live quite literally in the middle of nowhere with my parents. It was a farming area, but we didn't own any land save for a small flower garden. The school, shops and other facilities were a few miles away in a small town, along with most of my friends.
There were only two other houses down our little lane; one of them was owned by a wealthy couple who moved there to enjoy some privacy and weren't interested in being friendly, but the other one, a few minutes down the lane, was owned by an old man and his two sons. The man's wife had passed away some years before we arrived and he was getting on in years so he let his sons take over the farming business. He was always kind to us, bringing up truckloads of fresh fruit and vegetables that we would enjoy, but best of all he owned a huge swimming pool.
I would go swimming almost every day with his sons, who became as close as brothers to me. This pool had steps at one end, with the diving board at the other end and a ladder next to it. The diving board wasn't really special, it was 1' off the ground and it was fixed in place - not springy like some boards. The pool was about 5' deep and the ladder went all the way to the bottom. There was no shallow end, the whole pool was the same depth. Next to the pool was a cupboard full of dusty old inflatable toys, many of which were punctured, but I cleaned them up and inflated them.
Sadly this had only been going on for about a year when the old man passed away. Amazingly the whole town arrived for the funeral. Apparently the man had been a very popular member of the community. Unfortunately for me, his sons decided to sell the house - but not the land - to other people, and then they left with the promise of being back a couple of times a year to check on the farm, since they had hired some workers to tend it for them. This was of small consolation to me however, because it meant the pool would be sold, and I had no idea if the new owners would be so kind to me and let me continue to swim in it.
It came as a surprise when I found out that the new owners were a family with two daughters, one of whom went to the same school as I did. The girls were called Jennifer and Samantha, though I knew them as Jenny and Sammie. They were sisters, obviously, Jenny being the elder at 21 years, and Sammie was nineteen, the same as me. I was quite good friends with Sammie at school, but she had never told me she was moving just down the road from where I lived. I lusted after Sammie. It was understandable, she was the same height as me at 167cm (5"6) and she weighed around 60kg (132lbs). Yes, I was short, and I still am. Sammie was polite and kind to everyone, she was quite intelligent and stunningly pretty.
I had always been attracted to her legs, particularly her feet, and strangely ever since I knew her I had wondered what it would be like to touch them and hold them. Quite often I found myself staring at her feet - since she always wore flip-flops to class in the warmer months - and just as often, she caught me at it. Whenever she caught me I would look up and blush, and she would smile, bite her lip and start moving her foot around, either tapping it up and down as if to the beat of a song, or twisting it around, showing me the soles. Once or twice she would slip her flip-flops off and wiggle her toes for my entertainment. The more I watched her feet, the less they satisfied me, and eventually whenever my eyes would inevitably stray towards them during class, I began to wish I really could touch them, do things to them, and my strongest desire of all was the weirdest one I had ever experienced - I wanted her to step on me with them.
So, one summer day I went down to her house to see her after school. I did this quite often. To my relief, Sammie, Jenny and their family were more than happy to let me swim in the pool, and I would always be showing off to the two girls with what I had picked up from the old man's sons. I arrived at the house and sure enough she was there, doing her homework. I had realised that day that I couldn't contain the feelings any more, I had to tell her what I felt about her feet, but I was scared to. What if she thought I was a freak? I would have to mask my real meaning somehow, but at the same time I wanted so much to touch her feet, and feel them on top of me. "Sammie," I said, "I want to swim with you again today but my back really hurts, I think I slept the wrong way last night. I don't suppose you could help me? I've seen on the TV that in Japan they give massages by walking on the person's back. Do you, uh, want to try it?"
She closed the book she was reading and gave me a mixed look, one of simultaneous curiosity and doubt. I blushed deeply and an alarm inside my head started ringing, "SHE KNOWS! SHE KNOWS! SHE KNOWS!" Strangely, she said "Sure Ryan, let's do it now so we can swim after, this homework's pissing me off. But if I do this for you, you have to do me a favour back and massage my feet, I cycled home today and my feet are killing me." It took some effort to stop a smile appearing on my face.
I joked and said sarcastically, "Oh great, I have to rub your sweaty foot," hoping this would throw off any suspicion. So, I got down on the ground and turned over. I heard Sammie climb down from her bunkbed. She was too heavy for it and each rung of the ladder creaked when she put her foot on it. Then, I heard a thud on the floor and felt her footsteps vibrate gently through the floor. It was music to my ears.
They got closer, and closer, and suddenly she was standing not 30cm away from my face. She slipped one of her flip-flops off and flexed her toes slightly, giving me an all-too-familiar erection even before she started to step on me. Then she slipped off the other one and positioned them neatly together with her foot. One more footstep and she was standing right next to me. "Ready?" she said quietly, and I replied with a yes. She lifted up her right foot and placed it gently on my lower back, just hovering there, not actually doing anything. She hesitated for a second but then I felt myself being pressed into the floor by a great weight in my lower back. It was heaven, I could feel every single part of her foot pressing into my back, pinning me to the floor.
Sure enough, my lower back cracked and I was in heaven. Then I felt the other foot in the middle of my back and her weight was balanced out. The middle of my back cracked as well, and I was savouring every moment of the pressure pushing down me. For a short while she just stood there, and then I felt my desire for something get stronger, and I said "It hurts all over the place, do you want to walk around for a bit?" She obliged, and placed one foot after the other, all over my back, twisting, turning, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
If I was in heaven before I didn't know where I was now but oh, man, it was great. She carried on walking, cracking my back for about a minute, and then she moved up to my shoulders and stood up on her toes, increasing the pressure. I fought to keep in a sigh or any sign of pleasure at all. Quite abruptly I thought, she stepped off of me, moved round to my face so I could see her perfect feet again, and to my surprise, poked me on the nose with her big toe. "I felt your back crack loads when I was up there, and I heard it too. I think you're done now, so it's my turn." Even though I had enjoyed being walked on so much, I had to hold up my end of the bargain, so I did. Sammie walked over to the bed and sat on it, then raised an eyebrow and cleared her throat for attention.
I crawled over to the bed on my knees, trying to hide my erection, and gently picked up her left foot. I didn't know what to do, so all I did was brush the dirt off that she had picked up walking across the floor. Then, I went by my instincts and began to rub the sole of her foot. I applied only a little pressure, rubbing in circles and squeezing gently, pressing my thumb into the sole. I felt every motion, and savoured every single moment that I was rubbing, massaging. When she let the slightest hint of pleasure escape from her lips and show on her face I gained some confidence and started to rub with both hands, squeezing more firmly now, but not enough to hurt her. Sammie's feet weren't sweaty as I had expected them to be, but they did smell somewhat, probably because I was holding them about a foot away from my face.
This went on for a few minutes, much longer than she had been doing my back, until eventually I said "Right, that's both feet, we've both done what we promised to so let's go and swim." And we did. We raced down to the pool, and I let Sammie win. This wasn't out of chivalry but so I could hang back and sniff my hands without her seeing. I didn't know what it was that made me do it but I brought them up to my face and took the deepest breath of that air I could manage. Within seconds my nose was tingling with the smell of Sammie's feet, and my erection, which had faded, came right back.
After a few minutes I had changed into my swimming shorts and headed down to the pool again. Sammie was already there, having won the race, in her bikini. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she jumped in. I decided to show off by diving off the board and landing with a splash right next to her. After a few seconds underwater I resurfaced and looked at her, trying to return the weird smile she was giving me. "What were you doing, in my bathroom? I saw you sniffing your hands after you rubbed my feet with them." she said, still smiling.
I was too shocked to even consider a reply. "I think you liked touching my feet, and you loved it too when I was walking on you. I see you staring at them all the time in school, and I know that story about going to bed badly was a load of crap Ryan, because you had a sport lesson with me today and you were fine."
"Just admit it, you have a foot fetish."
I blushed more deeply than I had ever done so before, and eventually brought myself to nod, ashamed. Surprisingly, her smile didn't shrink at all. "Don't be embarrassed Ryan, I'm your friend. I knew your story was a load of bullshit but I still walked on you, didn't I? I still let you rub my feet? I just wish you had told me the truth, but I know I can trust you with something. Listen..." I sighed with relief that she wasn't angry or even freaked out in the slightest by me. "I've got a little something for feet too," she said, "but for mine, not other people's. I love it when guys rub my feet, and I like stepping on guys too. When I used to visit my cousin William I would step on him every day."
"You... You've done this before?" I asked. Sammie nodded.
"Sure. He didn't need crap excuses like you did either, he just asked me. I did his back, but I used to stand on his chest and stomach too. I even stood on his face a few times, and once I stepped on his neck!" For some reason I was ecstatic that she was telling me this. My erection was visibly growing again, even under the water, and I knew my secret was safe with her, and hers was safe with me. "Damnit Ryan," she said, "I'm so glad I've got someone I can talk to about things like this. You've got to come over more often, I'll stand on you, anywhere you want me to, for as long as you can handle, just as long as you rub my feet afterwards, yeah?"
I stopped blushing and smiled with joy. And of course, I agreed without even thinking. Perhaps I was even too eager to get started. "Can we do it now? I've got loads of time and I just can't wait!" So we swam for another half an hour, trading the stories of how we had first discovered our love of trampling, whether standing on people or being stood on, and Sammie told me all about her cousin William. Eventually, my heart beating so fast I thought it would burst out of me, she said "Let's go. I'll get dry and then we can start. No need to get dressed, we can come back in the pool afterward."
I went to the bathroom and started picturing in my head what Sammie was going to do to me. I considered masturbating, but I knew there was so much more to come, so eventually I decided just to dry off and make my way up to Sammie's room. She was already in there, sitting on the top bunk, still in her bikini. She returned my smile when I walked in, and winked at me. I got down on the floor again, this time facing upwards, and watched as she climbed down the ladder and walked over.
She hovered her foot over my face so I took another deep breath. Her feet didn't smell quite as much now because she had just been in the pool, but it was still amazing. "Where shall I start? I'll do your face? Chest? Stomach?" she said, moving her foot to hang over each part of my body in turn as she named them. "You said something about your cousin's neck?" I said hopefully, but she smiled and shook her finger at me. "This was a few years ago Ryan, he was a lot bigger than you and I'm heavier than I was back then. That could be dangerous, I don't want you to die." she chuckled.
"You said you'd stand on me for as long as I can handle." I replied, and she sighed, but the smile didn't die from her face.
"Fine, if you think you can take it. I'll tell you what, we'll make a proper deal. You tell me where to stand and I'll do it, no matter how much it hurts you, as long as you tell me when to stop. And in return, you do something very special for me, every day after school. I'll show you what it is later. Deal?"
Even though I didn't know what she expected me to do later, I agreed without question. She held out her foot for me to shake as if it were her hand, and the deal was sealed. "Neck later then," I said, "do my chest." She nodded and placed one foot on my chest just as she had done to my back earlier. Once again I felt that incredible pressure, but this time I found I couldn't breathe properly as her weight came down on my ribs and stopped my lungs from filling properly. It was even better than when she had been standing on my back, and when she brought her other foot up, I nearly came in my swimming shorts. I could feel the soles of her feet, warm, pressing into my bare chest, and I loved it.
She was looking down at me, still smiling, as she began to walk around on my chest, letting me breathe fully for a second before squeezing all the air out of my lungs again. I let her walk on my chest for at least five minutes, and then tapped her ankle. "Get off!" I wheezed with all the breath I could muster. She stepped down on the floor, I took a few deep breaths and she started to rub my face with her toes while asking me if I had enjoyed the experience so far. Of course, I said yes, and asked her if she was ready to try something a little more exciting. "My feet are all yours," she said, "whatever you want me to do with them, I will."
"Well, I think you should try my face now. You said your cousin enjoyed that the most and I want to see what it feels like."
"I lied," she said.
"What?"
"I lied, he didn't enjoy that the most. There was something else I did to him, only once or twice because it left horrible marks on him and my uncle nearly found out what we had been up to. I don't think you're ready yet." "What did you do to him, Sammie?" "Well I'm a girl who loves shoes, and when standing on him with my bare feet got a little boring I decided to try it out with different shoes. I did it with flip-flops, trainers, my dance shoes, but best of all I used my dress shoes. In my closet I've got one pair of stiletto heels that I bought for the prom next month. I love them, they're exactly the same as my old dress shoes were but a size bigger obviously. I would walk on his stomach with them and they would leave really deep marks, sometimes he would bleed. It was so fun but we nearly got found out. I don't want to risk it again."
I had almost reached my breaking point by now, I was about to come in my shorts again. What would it feel like, I wondered, to have all that weight concentrated into such a small area? I resolved to try it later, but for now, I would have Sammie stand on my face, and see how it turned out...