how did your ( male and females}trample fetish begin ?

[modlemaker]

how did everyones trample fetish begin ? mine when i was 6 years old a babysitter used to step on me every chance she got. she was 14 years old and would let me stay up late to watch tv and eat pizza IF i would lay down and let her rest her feet on me. and she would walk up to me and place one foot on my stomach and jiggle her foot all across my stomach. and kept asking me how it felt. this went on for awhile and she started to bring her 12 year old sister who walked all over me and said i had to smell her feet if i wanted to be stepped on. i have had this wonderful fetish since then and i am 47 years old i love being stepped on with tennis shoes with or without socks just to feel and smell the hot damp sweaty feet of women walking back and forth over my stomach. i would love to have valerie step all over my stomach i wish someone could post some pics of stomach trampling and hot sweaty foot smelling. NOW men and women how did YOUR trample fetish begin ? ladies how did you get started to like trampling people ?

[MistressValerie]

Hi, my love -- I enjoy your account of how you got started, and I would be honored to walk all over you :)

I am pleased to re-post my first trample experiences. These originally appeared at Delphi and at our MSN group at http://groups.msn.com/wildcatvaleriescathouse

This is the account of the first time I ever witnessed a real trample in person. I will post soon about how I got to actually try standing on a guy a few weeks after what I saw :)

I was somewhere around 18 and was still living in Krung Thep at that time. Some friends of mine invited me to what was billed as a "Polynesian Dance" show at an all-ages nightclub. Because of my circumstances growing up, I had led a very sheltered life as far
as boys were concerned. [I had grown up in a Catholic-run orphanage for girls until I was 17.]

I had experienced fantasies about trampling boys as long as I can
remember, but I had never had the opportunity to act on them. I
never thought of these fantasies as sexual in nature, but I don't
know if that is typical of others. I had never actually seen any
instance of trampling, so I have no idea why I had these
fantasies. It is possible that I might have seen something on
television, which was only occasionally available, and that this
scene was somehow maintained unconsciously and only emerged as
unexplainable fantasies.

Back at the nightclub ... I was sitting with my friends, not
enjoying the show at all! The music was too loud, and I could
hardly see the dancing because of all the tall tourists' heads in
the way! I went outside for a breath of air.

When I came back, the loud music had stopped, and the emcee was
saying something about the intermission show being a wrestling
event. I was standing up at the back of the room and could see
the stage partially. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that a
woman was going to wrestle a man!

The woman was the singer for this band, and had been wearing a
halter top and grass skirt, and the man was the drummer, who was
wearing only a loincloth. They were both about 25 years old and
very attractive, with lush black hair and clear brown skin. The
girl removed her grass skirt, wearing a tiny bikini bottom
underneath. A small mat had been dragged out onto the stage, and
the two began to grapple, both laughing the whole time.

I watched in astonisment as the pair gripped and held each other
in every sensual way imaginable --and unimaginable -- to a naive
18-year-old virgin (me). As they rolled around, arms between
each others' legs, flowers falling from her hair, him sitting on
her shapely breasts, her slapping his almost-bare bottom, I was
in another universe. And then, the moment of truth!

The match ended with the girl sitting on the guy's bare chest,
both of them smiling and laughing. The crowd (mostly older
American men) shrieked and whistled approval, and the girl stood
up. The guy just kept laying there on the mat on his back and
stretched his arms over his head and seemed to be tensing his
taut tan belly. Then the girl suddenly stepped onto the middle
of his stomach with one bare foot, wiggled it around and secured
her footing, and then stepped onto his chest with the other,
balancing herself perfectly without holding onto anything. Time
stopped for me as I stared, mouth open, heart pounding furiously,
as the young sailors and old tourists whooped and whistled
insanely.

Then the emcee came over, handed the girl a microphone, and she
began singing a song WHILE SHE WAS STANDING ON THE GUY!!! She
actually sang a five-minute solo, without moving an inch!!! She
was not petite either, being a big, strong Polynesian girl of at
least 5'7" and 150 lbs. The guy wasn't too much bigger, but he
seemed to hold her weight with ease!

I actually don't remember what happened after that, because I
nearly passed out from excitement. I was sitting on the floor
and a waitress was fanning me with a menu and asking if I was OK.
I must have been white as a ghost (?) and shaking like a leaf.
It was then that my destiny was sealed -- if that girl could do
it, so could I! I was going to trample a boy, no matter what!!!

To be continued ...
:theband: :theband:

[modlemaker]

hi mistress valerie. i know exactly what you mean about hot flash feelings. all i know is that i liked the feeling of having my stomach stepped on and ever since i got stepped on the first time, i would find ways to have girls do it. and seeing a girl step on someone in person or on tv gave me that hot feelig washing over me. i think you and i were born with this fetish in us it was easier as a kid to get stepped on but as an adult, it is harder to find. not easy to ask strangers if she will step on you. my wife is not into it at all. i would love for you to step all over me any way you want and as long as you want to. i wish i knew what you look like can you post a pic of you stepping on some stomachs ????? l

[sharka33]

You know, that's a good question. I really don't know how mine started. I do remember my youngest aunt babysitting me when I was about 6 or 7 and she was 19 or 20 at the time. But I used to always sit in the floor and she would sit on her bed and we would watch tv together. I always remember my hand somehow getting trapped underneath her foot somehow. I liked this but I never knew why. I also had a cousin that I would coach into stepping on me whenever we all got together and played games. Somehow, they always involved me getting stepped on. I was very creative as a child. I think that the girls that I grew up around really shaped my fetish also. If you think about, just go out somewhere and casually watch women and young women. If there is something in their path, 99.9% of the time, they are going to step on it. Generally men will step over and obstacle, but women will walk on it. I noticed this as a child and I would lay in the floor everychance that I got. Especially when I was around females. They just love to step on things. I was usually the thing they stepped on when I was around. It started for me just getting my back walked on. Then one day I say an old kung fu movie where this guy was in training and his kungfu master made the guy lay down and then the kungfu master stood on his stomach and made the guy hold him up. I don't like m/m trample, but this got me to thinking. Could I take someone standing on my stomach. So I would go out and try it. Of course I loved it. And still to this day, I prefer stomach trample over back trample. But it's always easier to be back trample than stomach trample.

[door_step]

Absolutely don’t know when “it” began, but I do know that I have this urge to be tramples as long as I can remember. (I’m 47 also)
Even in the first class (so at the age of 5 or 6) I was aware of it and I started out with placing matches on the floor. I watched when the teacher (in her heels) stepped on them and it gave me a huge but “strange” sensation. Mostly I sat at the end of a row, so when walking through the rows, she turned beside my table. Often she twisted and grinded the match when she turned. Sometimes I was extremely lucky, when she had stepped on it with just her high heel. It gave such a magnificent imprint…..
I picked up the flattened and sometimes grinded match as soon as possible studying the damage and mostly put it in my mouth. In my fantasies, it was me being the match, it was me under her soles and heels. In those days, many (most) of the women wear high heels. I also knew that it was different from the others, so in fact I always did it without being noticed; secretly. I think that because of this my fetish grew to loving the unknowing trample most.
When the opportunity was there, I never missed a chance to put my hand on the floor near a woman standing or dancing, without her to know my hand or fingers are there. Waiting in great anticipation and excitement for her to step on them. Of course through the years this ended in some very severe hand and/or finger crushings. Specially when they were dancing, they brought their foot down with the movement of the music and instantly applied full weight. They often continued dancing without even looking down. But normally, you don’t get a second chance, without being exposed. In all those years, only ones (24 years ago) a woman kept on dancing on my hand and fingers and I’m sure she knew what she was doing. She must have liked it herself, or she must have thought: the hell with you; if you put your hand on the dance floor, I’ll treat it like the dance floor. It was the most severe trample I ever had and upon this day, I can’t think back about it without getting very (very) excited. Imagine, she really danced, totally careless, for at least five minutes on my hand wearing very nice pumps. Countless times my hand and fingers were crushed by her sole and heels; twisting grinding and sometimes her foot came down with such speed, it was almost stomping. She just danced to the beat and let herself go, regardless my hand where she was dancing upon.
Woww, how I would love to endure that again :D

Trample always played an important part in my life, but I never let it get to the point where it would control it, not let it control my relation.
I married twice (first time for 11 years) and already 14 years by now and both women knew of my trample fetish before our marriage and none of them had “tramplefeelings” before. They both trample(d) me a lot and my present lady, even has grown to like it.

So, extra bottom line: always be honest and open in your relation. It’s good for the relationship (that’s the most important thing) and secondly: it might get you to be trampled.

doorstep