Yes I know I am strange

[flatmanbe]

One of the subjects that fascinate me most about trampling is the quest for the unsuspecting trample. I have seen various threads here relating to this, such as the "finger crush bent key" method, and the stool/chair leg ploy that has worked for me in the past also.

I wonder if any of you have tried the Aeroplane crushed foot method, it's not really very good trample and certainly my foot is not the favourite bodily part to be stepped on, but on a long haul flight it keeps me amused and sometimes, but not often, you can get lucky.

What I normally do is to make sure I'm the last person to board the flight, so when I enter the cabin I can take my pick of available seats as opposed to using the one allocated to me. I walk slowly down the aisle, pretending to look a little confused and constantly checking my ticket, while really I am looking for a nice looking female with a spare seat behind her. If there is such a female, I make sure I get a good look at the footwear as I pass by; chunky boots are the best for this, so if she meets all the criteria, I plonk myself down in the seat behind her. As the plane starts to taxi, my shoes are already off and my foot is stretching under the seat trying to locate her foot, and when I make contact, I just leave my foot in the vicinity, in the hope she will step back onto it. What amazes me is that, on the occasions when she does, she just leaves it there, either she is too preoccupied to notice or she assumes my foot is just part of the floor structure. You are especially lucky if the female has piles of "things" all over the floor, such as handbag, books etc, in which case she will assume she is stepping on her own stuff. As I said, this is not great trample but from time to time she will stand up to go to the loo or something and that is the time to make sure your foot is in the right place, on some occasions she will step on it as she leaves her seat and notice what she has done, and will be beside herself apologising. I just say, no worries, it was my fault for having my feet there. How tempted I am to say to her I actually like it, would she like to do it again, but I don't have the guts that some members of this forum seem to have in these situations.

I suppose you're thinking by now, who is this weird guy, but flying can be boring and I guess this small thing helps to pass the time and keep me amused, so if you are female and read this, the next time you sit on an aeroplane and there seems to be a strange presence in your foot well, be nice and grind your boot on it, it could be my foot.

I would love to hear some similar techniques employed by other members.

Cheers
John

[barracuda426]

How does that make you strange??? It's more the people that accuse us of being strange because we don't conform to their norm of society that bother me.

When I was in highschool(which btw wasn't THAT long ago) I use to stick my feet through the book holder(imagine U shaped wire rack with the U going front and back) and when ladies would put their feet up they'd almost always land on my feet. Had one girl that consciously did it. Also did the reverse.. slid down and grabbed the back of the wire rack. Oh yeah that worked well to but boy was it awkward when they would actually say something. Then again I've just flat out asked them to stand on my hand. Usually had pretty good success. Just said that my hand needed "popping" cause I might have jammed my finger "insert activity here".

'cuda

[flatmanbe]

Yes I guess your'e right and I should think of trample as less strange these days, it's all in the conditioning I think, unfortunately my high school days are a distant memory and back then we were without the wonders of modern technology, internet etc.. so I thought I was the only person into this, although logically I assumed there might be others. It's only over the past 10 years or so that I see there are thousands, maybe millions into trample.

However, there is still something that stops me asking a female to stand on me (on some pretence), just in case she catches on to the idea that I like it, but the question is, why should I care. Of course I do pay "professional" ladies to walk on me, and for some reason I don't have a problem with that.

John

[door_step]

Flatmanbe, at least for me it’s way of weird.

Every time I’m on a plane I do the same thing as you describe and I must say that for me it’s “strange” to read that someone else is doing exactly the same thing!!:confused:

It surely means that on the long flights to the States (which I often make) there is never a moment for me to sleep, as I’m constantly focused on being stepped on. :cool:

To be honest: onfortunately, up to now there were only very few occasions where it worked out in a good way, but it never kept (and keeps) me from trying. :sadcry: :sadcry:

doorstep

[barracuda426]

Ya know.. just like everyone else I thought I was strange too for enjoying being under women's feet. But it never stopped me from asking a girl to walk on my back. Even asked a few if they thought it was weird and none of them said yes. One of the very first websites I found devoted to trampling was Nighthawks. But I couldn't really get into it because until I was 18 I lived with my parents. Then I started looking around and found forums like Daddo's..(Thanks Daddo!!!) And that's helped me out quite a bit..now if I just could get into the full public trample thing. I've been called strange many times..but I still got under their feet and usually it was in a playful way. When I asked it usually went something like.."Hey, can you do me a hugh favor?" "My back is killing me.. would you walk on it" Just concentrate on saying it slow and not acting excited about it and all should go well. I would ask girls at the place I use to work to stand on my hands(ya know.. cause it helps loosen them ;) ). They thought that was strange.. but it still worked. Just my two cents.

'cuda

[footobsessor]

when i was in junior highschool, there was this pretty girl named alana. she was a smaller girl, shorter i mean. had nice feetures tho.. ha. nice ass, cute face nice hair. anyway she sat in front of me in english class. we had those desks that had like a table top attached to the seat. on the bottom of the desk was two metal supports, one on each side. she would rock her chair forward and id stick my foot under it and when she bought it down it would be on my foot.. mm. she knew she landed on my foot, sometimes she would be playful and try and crush my foot by slamming the desk down.. i didnt go for that didnt want broken toes. but i did love her light weight on my foot mmm.

[tbone]

OK, guys. What follows started accidentally and is the first experience I remember actually following up on. It started out simply enough and ended up being a little piece of heaven. This many years later I still remember it like yesterday.

I need to preface this account by saying that I was quite aware of my foot and trample fetish by now and beginning to explore it and try to figure out what it was.

That afternoon in Dallas was the first real experience like this that I remember.

I attended a large high school near Pittsburgh. We had a large band of about 125 musicians and a drill team of about 50 girls. We were invited to participate in the Cotton Bowl parade in Dallas that year and, of course, to see the game.

After the parade, we went into the stadium to our place to see the game and sat where we wanted in that section. A few of the drill team members sat behind me in the row above. As the pregame was beginning, I leaned back and put my hands on the floor of the row behind to support me.

The uniform for the drill team was fairly traditional, the overlay top, short pleated wool skirt and white flat-heeled leather boots and nude pantyhose.

The girl behind me, Nikki, was mostly Thai, about 5"10" (my height) medium build, about 140 pounds, long straight jet-black hair down to her lower back and a real sunny disposition. We knew each other casually but that's it; she wasn't at all "stuck up" but quite "out of my league" if you remember that sort of thing as a teenager. If I had more self-confidence then - well who knows?

I guess Nikki didn't realize that my hands were on the floor between her boots and, when she leaned back to get something from someone behind her, she picked her feet up and put the toes of her boots back down squarely on my hands.

She didn't realize it right away and I was in shock. It didn't hurt but the reaction I got emotionally kind of surprised me. I had enough presence of mind to not say anything for a few moments. Almost immediately, Nikki put more weight on her toes as she pushed down to lean back a little to say something to a friend behind her. When she turned back around she twisted her feet slightly. I felt a light crunch in my knuckles and she realized that her feet were on something. She looked down at the same time as I looked back.

Nikki immediately lifted her boots off my hands and said, "I'm so sorry Tom, I hope I didn’t I hurt you.”

I assured her that she didn't and still to this day can't believe what I said next. I told her (completely true) that I've had slight arthritis in my joints including my fingers since I was younger and the pressure as she pushed down on my hands actually helped. The inherited condition is true but I don't know where the rest came from.

I guess we made some kind of connection here because Nikki just giggled and just said, "Well, if it helps, put your hands back down there and I'll do what I can. My feet in these boots are really tired and you could help me if you could rub them a little later."

The words almost stuck in my throat as I immediately said, "No problem, Nikki; whatever you'd like."

With that, I put my hands back down behind me and she gently placed her boots back on my hands. She pushed down a little, twisted slightly and asked if I was ok. "Never better," I replied. "Thanks a lot."

"No problem," she said and we went on watching the game, which was about to start.

I remember hearing one of her friends sitting with her (who I did not know well) immediately asking her how she managed to get a foot rub from a cute guy just like that? I didn't hear her reply.

Now Nikki was not a real excitable person. As we went through the first two quarters, she would occasionally push down a bit as she reacted to the game or something someone said. Sometimes she'd remember I was there and give me a push or a little twist. I'd look back and she'd give me this big smile that would just melt my heart.

Even though they were hard soled, I felt little discomfort under Nikki's boots. When she'd twist, I feel a little crunching as the small bones and tendons would roll under her feet. Need I say, I didn't remember a lot of the small stuff during those two quarters. But her feet seemed to be getting a little heavier.

With about 5 minutes left in the half, a snap was fumbled and an SMU back took off with it. He was clear for about 25 yards and everyone jumped to his feet, Nikki included!

She was still on my hands and I sure knew it. My mind started racing, watching what was happening down on the field and dealing with the moderate pain as my hands were squashed under Nikki's boots.

Forgetting for a moment that I was there she bounced pretty hard twice before she remembered. Wow! She immediately stepped off my hands, bent down, and hugged me telling me she was so sorry; she knew she had to have broken my hands.

I told her honestly that it hurt a little but no damage. Even a little benefit because she "popped" the joints in my knuckles and wrists. I usually can't do that by myself. "So thanks."

She just got this slight winsome grimace on her beautiful oriental face and replied, "You're quite welcome...I think."

She sat back down and rubbed my hands a little and said, "They seem to be ok." I assured her that they were never better.

Then she said, "My feet are kind of tired and a little hot in these boots, could you rub them a little?" and put her legs out and down on either side of me.

As I slid her boots off, I remember the sound of the soft leather against her pantyhose was almost mesmerizing. And her sigh as her feet came out of her boots was quite gratifying. I put one boot down on either side of me and asked if I could take her socks off. She just said, “Please.”

As I did that, the soft, warm scent and sight of her long, slender stockinged feet with perfectly painted light red toe nails beside me became really distracting. And I was also aware as I looked back that her friends were watching with quite a bit of interest.

To this day I kick my self for not recognizing the opportunity here, but then I was a 16-year-old kid in heaven. Oh well, back to Nikki.

As I gently but firmly massaged each foot from her heels, to her arches and the balls of her feet to her toes, pulling the end of her pantyhose so she could wiggle her toes free, Nikki just sat back with her big brown eyes closed and this indescribable smile of peaceful enjoyment on her face.

I continued for about 30 minutes, through the half time show and into the third quarter. Finally she pulled her legs up, putting her feet up on my lower back and pushing a little alternately with each foot and said, “Tom, that was awesome; thanks so much. I feel so refreshed, like I didn’t just march in a 4 ½ mile parade.” I told her that the pleasure was also mine. (Of course I didn’t tell her half of what I was thinking and feeling at that point. But she surely must have figured by now that I really didn’t mind her feet at all.)

Then she said if you want me to put some more pressure on your hands, I could do that with my boots off; your hands would also keep my feet warm. So I put her socks down on the floor and my hands on them. Then she put her stockinged feet down on my hands for the next hour or so to the end of the game, pushing and twisting on them and even occasionally standing on them. (still had to reassure her on that.)

I finally convinced her to occasionally rise up on the balls of her feet, putting her whole weight on my hands and gently twisted back and forth. What a delightful feeling as my hands softly crunched under her stockinged feet. All I remember of that game is a few crucial plays and the score and numerous sensations of Nikki’s boots and stockinged feet.

As we got ready to leave, Nikki put her feet up on the seat beside me. I gently rubbed each stockinged foot for a moment and then did something that I still can’t believe I had the courage to do. As I picked up her socks and lifted her right foot beside me to put on her sock, Nikki said, “I think I’ll wear my boots without my socks; it’ll be a little cooler.”

So I put her sock down, leaned over and kissed her toes lightly and then slipped her boot on. I looked back quickly to see Nikki’s big warm smile and her two friends giggling. Then the other one. The light scent of her stockinged toes was still intoxicating. As we stood up, I could see Nikki scrunching her toes up and down for a moment in her boots. Then she gave me a hug saying that I had been an angel to her and she hoped she helped me too.

I assured her that because of her my hands felt better than they had in a long time. She just got this radiant smile on her face and said she never in her life had a foot rub like that; maybe we could do it again some time. I told her that I’d look forward to it.

We left the stadium and got back on the busses. We didn’t run into each other again until after we were back on the train headed home. She was a senior, football season was obviously over and we never got another opportunity.

We have occasionally corresponded through the years, lately by email. A few months ago, in an internet conversation, that afternoon came up. Yes, she still remembers it today and said she really regrets that we didn’t have (or in her words, “make”) and opportunity to follow up. When she said that I just mentally started kicking myself again like it was yesterday.

Oh well. There are many wonderful women like Nikki out there. We just have to make it happen. My afternoon by Nikki was one of those seminal moments that have affected in some way the direction of my life since. For the first time, I had a real idea of what was going on here.

Well, guys. Was that ok? Any more experiences out there?

My best to you all,

-tbone

[wilfrobson]

Nothing quite as good as Tbone's experience. But, I've had a couple of encounters over the years. Notably...

When I was about 16 or 17 a bunch of us used to go to this flat rented by a bunch of girls. We'd mostly just drink and listen to music, it was somewhere to hang out. One of these girls had a 'thing' for me and, we ended up doing what male and female 16 or 17 year olds do. While we were in bed one evening one of the other girls that lived in the flat came into the bedroom and sat by the bed. She wasn't particularly pretty and, to be honest wasn't particularlty bright either. But, she put her bare feet on the bed next to us, one crossed over the other and smoking a cigarette said 'lick my feet it turns me on' bending them backwards and forwards. The one I'd been touching up in bed said 'fuck off' and, flicking her cigarette towards me, the not that pretty one said 'I was talking to him. Lick my feet!'. I jokingly told her to fuck off as well (realistically what else could I do?) but, as you all might imagine, have thought about this many times over the years and, have never quite worked it out. Of course I've imagined this event turning out very differently..but that was it.

I was going to tell you all about another thing that happened but can't be bothered after typing that. Maybe next time if anyone's interested.

[ucanwalkonme]

HI ALL
been into crushing my fingers an feet since i was 6 or 7 yrs old and had simlar idea has the foot under chair on plane,but mine was on a london bus where the seats are quiet close together so you dont have to stretch your leg to far to feel the shoe of girl in front and i have had many crushed toes but il tell you the one involving a stilletoe heel,the girl in front had long brown hair and approx 22yrs old ,and was wearing jeans and a pair of white stilletoes with 4inch heel :D so i stuck my foot under an waited and after 5 mins or so she shifted her foot an it rested on me foot just next to me little toe,i thought she was gonna look down to see what she had pressed on but she didnt seem to care,and she kept it there for a good 15 minsand the pressure seemed like it was getting more ,then the bus approached the next stop and she stood up and my toe felt like it was gonna turn to powder and the pain she was standing right on my bone and it hurt like s??t ,she was only on it a matter of seconds but it was sore for about a week afterwards and has she walked passed me she gave me a smile ,maybe she knew she stood on me toe or maybe she didnt , but it was one of many toe crushes ive had on a london bus and like my other finger an foot crushes experiences involving a chair and bent key works pretty well
also had my hand crushed when i put it under a sofa at this party where these 5 girls were sitting has they got up to dance i made out i was a bit worst for wear an sat on floor next to sofa an slid my hand under leg and 2 came an sat down and that hurt alot then the other 3 came and i was scared my hand was already throbbing with the 2 girls and when the other 3 sat down my hand was flat and the pain was bad so bad i had to make out to jolt sofa with me other hand just so i could take some weight of an slide my hand out which took 2 attempts to do and it was red and knumb but well worth the pain :D

ucan

[The Penguin]

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[MichaelV]

Tbone, I felt like I was sitting in the seat next to you watching the events that you described take place. I dont remember the last time a story did that . It has to be one of the best experiences I ever read about . Thanks for sharing it.