door_step
11-15-2010, 2:00 PM
:worship:Lisa, as promised, our emails in storyformat:theband:
I got to know Lisa via the internet. From her various posts on Mistressdestiny’s trample board, it was clear to me that she was a woman who REALY likes to trample men.
We started out with exchanging some “personal information” and agreed on exchanging some experiences, fantasies and thoughts via email.
Not only would I love to give her an insight on my sight of the trample and facesitting fetish, but I was also very interested on her side, the ladies side of this all. To know what is racing through her mind when she fantasized about this or even better, when she was really doing it.
As for Lisa, she had this same interest.
The first thing I wrote was a little story about my biggest trample fantasy. One which unfortunately hasn’t happened in real life yet, but I (still) keep on hoping it will. I told her it would be a great thrill for me to have Lisa as the woman in control.
The one who places me in the position as described in the fantasy and to be one who enters first and takes position by standing above my head; one foot on either side……etc etc.
Mine ultimate fantasy is to be placed in the centre of a lift floor in a tramplebox. This box is “lowered” in the floor, so the surface is level to the rest of the floor. In the cover an opening will be cut out in the form of my body. My arms and hands will be on the lift floor.
Because of this construction, it’s a lot easier for the women inside the lift to stand or walk on me, as my body will be almost level to the surrounding “floor”, so it will be easy for them to keep balance. Especially when they are standing with one foot on my body and one foot beside it. It will give them a steady footing.
As many women as possible will enter the lift. The more the lift will be filled, the closer they will stand close to each other and the less they will be able to consider where they put their feet down. At some point, they won’t even be able to see the floor (and thus me) anymore and by not realizing anymore where exactly they are standing on me, it will become a lot easier for them to completely ignore what’s under their soles and heels.
In that way, my ultimate dream can come true: being a real part of the floor.
Off course my completely exposed body will be trampled without mercy and without any consideration and with all sorts of shoes and boots (none of them flat ) as it will be nothing more than just a part of the floor.
I will wear protection for my neck, teeth (like a boxer), eyes, nose and plexus to prevent serious or possible lethal injury. The rest of my body will be unprotected and yes, of course will receive some very intense trampling. Cuts and nasty bruises will surely be a result and can’t be prevented (just imagine a high heel, full weight, exactly on my fingers, my lips, my nipples etc.) and is a price to pay for my ultimate dream coming true.
When the lift is completely filled up, the door will be closed for about fifteen seconds and when reopened, one or two women from the back will leave and two others will join in. This will create some repositioning of the women who would have to make way for them who leave and to make room for the two who enter. The ones repositioning again wouldn’t have any idea where they step, or turn.
Who knows….. one day…………..
Lisa’s reaction to my story even surpassed my expectations, as she was more than thrilled about the idea.
She wrote: “I liked reading it; nice because of learning more about you and nice because I like it that your ultimate fantasy really excites me a lot. I would love to make it happen!”
But one thing was important to Lisa: no matter how much she loved to severely trample a man, she did not want to cause life lasting or life threatening injuries.
I assured Lisa that the same was for me. Of course I don’t want that either and therefore, I would wear some protection. I would protect my eyes with very specially made glasses. For my teeth I would wear a teeth protector, the ones like boxers wear, but than in a very flat version, so my lips would still be flat and not boosted outside. Of course if a woman would step on my lips with her heel (s) they would be bruised and damaged, but that will heal. Same for my fingers. When those would be heavily trodden with heels, they would surely get bruised, skin damaged and might even break, but all these things will heal. I would also protect my throat, as I don’t want to suffocate; same as the plexus area. For the rest of my body: it would be completely exposed.
Lisa had a plan how to get this fantasy become realized, by making use of one of her companies, a modeling agency!
She was willing to make me a deal to make it happen, but she was the one who would set things up and she was the one in control.
She warned me that once started, there was absolutely no way back, as she did not want to have her company and good name at risk.
The women who would take part in this would NOT be informed that there was a living man build in the floor, so they would be totally unaware.
Legally it would not give her any problem, as all these women were professional models, so they are not only used to act out “orders” from clients, but in their contract such liabilities were ruled out. They often had to act under circumstances which was far beyond their own preferences. Things like working outside in bathing suits while it was freaking cold, standing on dangerous edges near deep gaps, riding horseback while they are terrified of horses, etc. These women were used to doing their jobs without contradiction.
Lisa’s plan was to have one of the lifts in the building be prepared for this shooting. Yes shooting, as she also planned to have it all on film.
It also gave her the possibility to set up lots of extra light, so looking down would be hindered by the light.
Lisa herself would play the star role; she herself would take the lead!
After lots and lots of preparation, finally the day arrived when my ultimate dream would come true.
I met Lisa at the airport and was struck not only by her beauty, but even more by her appearance. It clearly showed that that was a `strong` lady in front of me and that she would absolutely keep up `her part of the deal`, which meant : no way back for me!
We first went for a drink and of course during the drink, we talked about nothing else than the upcoming ultimate trample.
Lisa gave me a clear insight of her feelings about trampling in general and in case of the upcoming lift trampling.
Lisa : “Your e mails have been making me think about all my past trample and face sitting experiences and what I had felt when doing them.
Unfortunately, I have to live in a ‘matter of fact world’ most of the time, so it is good to open up every now and then to remind myself of the fun you can have when you want to.
When I am stood on someone, I like to know I am doing it. If I could not see the person under my shoes, then to me there is no fun and I am just stood there as normal without knowing what I am doing.
Part of the turn on for me is to actually see my heel press into you, or watch as the sole of my shoe distorts your skin. It is some what difficult to explain, but it is almost like a power thing, where I get to make up all the rules and get to do things I would not normally get away with doing, lol.
Later on, when you’re in the tramplebox in the lift, I will know you’re there and I will know when I’m on top of you. Besides that and this excites me even more than I expected, I will know and see how these other women will trample you without the slightest care and I will be able to let that happen. I will be able to “steer” them right on top of you and let them do that same distortion for me.
I know that with one little movement of my foot, I could either give you pain or pleasure and being stood over you in such a way, allows me to have complete dominance. It is much better for me when I can see the face I am standing on and even better if you think I don’t know. It allows me to do what I want to do and get away with it rather than having someone shout up “stop, stop!” when I am curiously playing with you under my feet.
In this case I have even more power, as I can have these other women stand on your face too and can have them inflict great pain on you without the possibility for you to do anything about it.
I love the fact that my weight is squashing you and I have pinned you to the floor. It is a feeling that not many women get the chance to feel and probably makes me a little odd for wanting to feel it. I would not say it is a fetish or a kink for me, but rather a feeling of feminist power or control….. Maybe spiteful bullying?... maybe a little sadistic play?
If I ever actually pin point it I will certainly let you know. But then I guess if we knew exactly why we did this kind of thing, then we could use it to our advantage and I would most certainly have a lot of fun with it!
Now, finish up your drink and we will get you in position”!
At the location the last adjustments were made to the tramplebox to make sure I fitted in perfectly. I was properly camouflaged to “blend in” with the coloration patterns on the floor and when I was in position, one could barely distinguish my presence. The strong lightning from below completed the invisibility.
Lisa smiled exited and said: “I can’t wait to get him underfoot; lets start !”
The door was closed and there I was: waiting for my ultimate trampledream to come true.
How would things work out, how will it feel, what will happen to me.
In a short while I would discover the consequences of my dreams………..
Outside the lift the women gathered to do the shoot. The only thing they knew was that it would be a shooting for a commercial about a law firm where all the secretaries enjoyed their lunch in the lunchroom in another building across the street. For this lunch they had to leave their own building and go across the street; often through rain and bad weather. The quality of the products served in lunchroom across was so much better than their own office lunchroom that it made up for the time loss and discomfort for going there.
All these “secretaries” had to leave the building via the lift, which because of this was very busy during lunch break. Of course as many secretaries as possible went into the lift at the same time, to gain some extra lunchtime.
(for the next part I’ll write from different point of view and different point of thoughts)
(Doorsteps view)
Next thing I see is how the doors open and a group of beautiful women is standing in the opening. The first women start to move forward and looking at their eyes, I see that no one sees anything awkward. The lift gets filled with women. All of them are talking and perfume fills the air. Then I see Lisa entering. I see that she does look down and in spite of the others does see me. A smile on her face and the next moment I feel her heel come crashing down on my shin. Her next step is directly on my crotch and poor willie is completely flattened under her weight. Lisa’s next step just misses my face and when she turns around, she is exactly above my face, granting me the most perfect view.
(Lisa’s thoughts)
I am wondering how you perceive me while I stand innocently over your face. Would you know I could see you if my knickers became a little wet? Or would you just think I was feeling something else.
The feeling of having you look up my skirt I think is one of the biggest turn on's for me. I don’t know why, but it just is! The fact that you are watching me in a position like that makes me excited and having the capability to either open right up, or shut you out is a most wonderful experience. I notice it all the time when I trample someone and unfortunately tend to show off a little, which probably spoils the effect of getting an ‘ignored’ trample, lol. However, I can do this now you are hidden, because I now you would not be able to do anything for fear of exposure and I could play around for my own enjoyment! The fact that my shoes are going to hurt you would make no difference to me and you can jolly well stay there and get hurt because I like doing it!
(Doorstep’s thoughts)
Ohhh, seeing you this way certainly turns me on. For me it’s clear. I’m looking at your crotch; I’m seeing your womanhood . Yess, I have to pay a high price for it: the risk of being trampled without a second thought right on my face. Knowing that you don’t care a bit of what your shoes would make me suffer. But it’s worth it; the sight is sooooooo exciting. Specially if I see them knickers getting wet. Dreaming this crotch can come down any minute and be settled upon my face. Smelling you, tasting you…….
A stabbing pain brings me back to my senses when one of the women plants her heel on my upper leg en settles most of her weight on that foot. I feel the heel sink in for at least half an inch. Another woman positions herself on top of my chest and her heels seem to tear of my nipples.
Lisa was now standing with her hands on her hips. I saw her putting her arms down and like in slow-motion saw how she repositioned herself. Her sole came down on my lips and her heel pressed deep into my forehead.
The other foot followed and this heel too caught my forehead. The pressure and pain was excruciating. Lisa looked down and started tapping her heel a bit.
(Lisa’s thoughts)
I am pleased I got you on the forehead, I was a little worried about your eyes the first time round, but now as I am tapping my heel down onto you, my own sensation is that of pure sadistic excitement and I can’t not stop digging my heel in no matter what! …
That little heel digging I do by the way, is for my own pleasure and if I hurt you then so be it…. Hard luck! lol.
You’re pretty lucky I don’t grind my heel in, because I have a habit of doing that if I am impatient and that would really hurt you. It is something you would have to consider though, because although the ladies in the lift may all be standing still, it is surprising how often you lean back on your heels full weight when your there standing still and waiting for something. Perhaps I should give the lady in front of me the chance to do so…grinnnnn
The lift is almost completely crowded with women. The woman in front of Lisa is standing with her back against her and I see how Lisa simply steps a bit backwards.
The lady in front of her does the same and by doing so, she places her heels directly on my lips and cheeks, completely oblivious to the excruciating pain she causes.
Lisa made this happen on purpose and she enjoys the effect .
I will still look up Lisa’s legs and see that damp spot growing fast :>)
Meanwhile Lisa looks at the woman in front of her, who is casually chatting with the woman standing aside her and therefore slowly turning herself on her heels………
Lisa also sees all the women standing in front of her, knowing that they are crushing the rest of Doorsteps body. Heels on his fingers, nipples, d*ck, upperlegs………….
When Lisa think it’s been enough, she slowly pushes a bit forward and retakes her position above Doorsteps face, although she can’t see where she puts her feet down. Lisa starts talking to the woman standing besides her ………………… ……
(meanwhile, Lisa’s thoughts)
How much can you see anyway? If I am wearing a mini skirt can you see everything or do you close your eyes or something? I have never bothered to ask anyone else that, because I have never really had the opportunity to ask someone sensible. What does it look like having a girl stand on you?
(Doorsteps thoughts)
If you just knew what I can see. It’s the look of heaven. To see up your legs and to see your wet crotch;. Looking up like this increases the power of your legs and posture. At that moment you’re supremacy at it’s ultimate.
The lift stops, the doors open, women leave and others enter, keeping the lift filled up completely, as it is company rush hour. Many of them walking over Doorsteps body and turning around to face the door.
Than, all the women leave and the lift is empty.
Every inch of my body hurts and just as I was hoping it is over, I hear someone say: “okay: final take. All women just once again.
(Lisa’s view)
I’m pleased to see Doorstep in the lift floor (he had no other choice lol) and I’m curious to know how he’s be feeling by now. However, my confidence about trampling you is much greater this time because I don’t worry anymore about whether you can take it.
I of course aim for your face again (because I am like that)….. but dam! Another woman is there and her heels are pressing into both your cheek bones and all I can do is watch.
I squeeze past her and stand behind her. This time I stand right on top of your genitals and it feels really soft under foot. I squish around a bit with my feet and see if I can get you to look at me, rather than up the skirt of the woman on your face.
As you are naked, it is fun and I roll your penis around under my shoe like it was a tennis ball, or something to play with while I stood waiting. I cannot feel much because I am wearing shoes, so the temptation is strong to take them off and squish you between my toes and the inner soles of my feet. It's funny how that feels you know and it is different every time I do it to someone. But instead of that I take a little step forward and feel my heel sink in something which feels like a hard saucage……
I ask the woman in front of me if she has the time and oh yes, she swivels around to see me over her shoulder and her heels grind hard into your face. That’s funny, lol. I made her do that on purpose, lol. Your face got so distorted when she did that and I thought your eyes were going to pop out from the pain!
(Doorsteps thoughts)
This is a part I like a lot. Where you manipulate and use another woman to do the hurting in your place. You look at her doing so, you make her do it. She isn’t even aware she is causing any pain. You on the contrary know it exactly and let her turn and twist directly on my face, fingers or d*ck. By getting a bit closer to her, or away from her, you “position” her exactly where you want her. And I can’t do a thing about it.
The lift door opens and the lady in front exits the lift…. Oh goody, I get to stand on your face again. I step forwards and once again I place a foot either side of your face. This time I want you to know I can see you down there, so I pretend to rummage around in my handbag before I carelessly drop my lipstick. It lands on your face between my feet and I bend down to pick it up.
Hmm, shall I sadistically remove all your protective bits, or should I just stare at you with a little anger in my eyes? You would not be able to stop me, so I guess I have a choice, were as you don’t!
I squat down over you and pick up my lipstick, then I remove your eye protectors and mouth thing.
I give you a smile before I stand up again and tower over you with my legs still apart. Your face looks so small on the floor and it is surprising how different you would look in that situation.
Now you had better give me your full attention or I will be really upset. I hover my stiletto over your eye in a state of indecision and play with you while I continue to look down. The metal tip of my heel makes your eye flutter because it is so close and if I don’t get the reaction I want, then too bad for you! Are you pleading with me at this point? I hope so!
Oh well, there is only one thing for it…. I will put my MP3 player on and have a little dance to some music. Nobody with bother If I do that, after all I am a girl and girls are allowed to do that sort of thing. I place my earphones in and look away from you on the floor. It now comes down to feeling you under my feet, rather than doing any careful pampering. This is for me and me alone! I don't care about you anymore because you are just the floor. This is my real sadistic nature coming out and I am going to enjoy myself!
Oooh, I just dance away to myself and let my feet go were ever they want. A squishy bit here, a hard bit there, a little crunch, a little slip of the heel, Who knows what I may be squashing and who knows where my heels are digging in. Its fun though and it serves you right for being there in the first place. You make a good dance floor though John and your face is much better than those padded insoles you get for your shoes… nice and soft, lol. I so desperately want to look down at you, but I refrain and just twist my feet around as I smooch to the music. I smile at the woman next to me and she smiles back... nobody is feeling sorry for you and nobody cares. Your ignored and used. Your a floor in the lift and that is all.
The lift door opens and I innocently walk away. I have to push my way out though, because there are at least ten women trying to get in the lift……. Sorry, I forgot to put all your protection back on…. Bad girl Lisa, lol.
I turn and watch the lift doors close again but I cannot see you at all. There are too many in the lift this time and someone has put their handbag on your face, but I know you are there somewhere...................
Doorstep
I got to know Lisa via the internet. From her various posts on Mistressdestiny’s trample board, it was clear to me that she was a woman who REALY likes to trample men.
We started out with exchanging some “personal information” and agreed on exchanging some experiences, fantasies and thoughts via email.
Not only would I love to give her an insight on my sight of the trample and facesitting fetish, but I was also very interested on her side, the ladies side of this all. To know what is racing through her mind when she fantasized about this or even better, when she was really doing it.
As for Lisa, she had this same interest.
The first thing I wrote was a little story about my biggest trample fantasy. One which unfortunately hasn’t happened in real life yet, but I (still) keep on hoping it will. I told her it would be a great thrill for me to have Lisa as the woman in control.
The one who places me in the position as described in the fantasy and to be one who enters first and takes position by standing above my head; one foot on either side……etc etc.
Mine ultimate fantasy is to be placed in the centre of a lift floor in a tramplebox. This box is “lowered” in the floor, so the surface is level to the rest of the floor. In the cover an opening will be cut out in the form of my body. My arms and hands will be on the lift floor.
Because of this construction, it’s a lot easier for the women inside the lift to stand or walk on me, as my body will be almost level to the surrounding “floor”, so it will be easy for them to keep balance. Especially when they are standing with one foot on my body and one foot beside it. It will give them a steady footing.
As many women as possible will enter the lift. The more the lift will be filled, the closer they will stand close to each other and the less they will be able to consider where they put their feet down. At some point, they won’t even be able to see the floor (and thus me) anymore and by not realizing anymore where exactly they are standing on me, it will become a lot easier for them to completely ignore what’s under their soles and heels.
In that way, my ultimate dream can come true: being a real part of the floor.
Off course my completely exposed body will be trampled without mercy and without any consideration and with all sorts of shoes and boots (none of them flat ) as it will be nothing more than just a part of the floor.
I will wear protection for my neck, teeth (like a boxer), eyes, nose and plexus to prevent serious or possible lethal injury. The rest of my body will be unprotected and yes, of course will receive some very intense trampling. Cuts and nasty bruises will surely be a result and can’t be prevented (just imagine a high heel, full weight, exactly on my fingers, my lips, my nipples etc.) and is a price to pay for my ultimate dream coming true.
When the lift is completely filled up, the door will be closed for about fifteen seconds and when reopened, one or two women from the back will leave and two others will join in. This will create some repositioning of the women who would have to make way for them who leave and to make room for the two who enter. The ones repositioning again wouldn’t have any idea where they step, or turn.
Who knows….. one day…………..
Lisa’s reaction to my story even surpassed my expectations, as she was more than thrilled about the idea.
She wrote: “I liked reading it; nice because of learning more about you and nice because I like it that your ultimate fantasy really excites me a lot. I would love to make it happen!”
But one thing was important to Lisa: no matter how much she loved to severely trample a man, she did not want to cause life lasting or life threatening injuries.
I assured Lisa that the same was for me. Of course I don’t want that either and therefore, I would wear some protection. I would protect my eyes with very specially made glasses. For my teeth I would wear a teeth protector, the ones like boxers wear, but than in a very flat version, so my lips would still be flat and not boosted outside. Of course if a woman would step on my lips with her heel (s) they would be bruised and damaged, but that will heal. Same for my fingers. When those would be heavily trodden with heels, they would surely get bruised, skin damaged and might even break, but all these things will heal. I would also protect my throat, as I don’t want to suffocate; same as the plexus area. For the rest of my body: it would be completely exposed.
Lisa had a plan how to get this fantasy become realized, by making use of one of her companies, a modeling agency!
She was willing to make me a deal to make it happen, but she was the one who would set things up and she was the one in control.
She warned me that once started, there was absolutely no way back, as she did not want to have her company and good name at risk.
The women who would take part in this would NOT be informed that there was a living man build in the floor, so they would be totally unaware.
Legally it would not give her any problem, as all these women were professional models, so they are not only used to act out “orders” from clients, but in their contract such liabilities were ruled out. They often had to act under circumstances which was far beyond their own preferences. Things like working outside in bathing suits while it was freaking cold, standing on dangerous edges near deep gaps, riding horseback while they are terrified of horses, etc. These women were used to doing their jobs without contradiction.
Lisa’s plan was to have one of the lifts in the building be prepared for this shooting. Yes shooting, as she also planned to have it all on film.
It also gave her the possibility to set up lots of extra light, so looking down would be hindered by the light.
Lisa herself would play the star role; she herself would take the lead!
After lots and lots of preparation, finally the day arrived when my ultimate dream would come true.
I met Lisa at the airport and was struck not only by her beauty, but even more by her appearance. It clearly showed that that was a `strong` lady in front of me and that she would absolutely keep up `her part of the deal`, which meant : no way back for me!
We first went for a drink and of course during the drink, we talked about nothing else than the upcoming ultimate trample.
Lisa gave me a clear insight of her feelings about trampling in general and in case of the upcoming lift trampling.
Lisa : “Your e mails have been making me think about all my past trample and face sitting experiences and what I had felt when doing them.
Unfortunately, I have to live in a ‘matter of fact world’ most of the time, so it is good to open up every now and then to remind myself of the fun you can have when you want to.
When I am stood on someone, I like to know I am doing it. If I could not see the person under my shoes, then to me there is no fun and I am just stood there as normal without knowing what I am doing.
Part of the turn on for me is to actually see my heel press into you, or watch as the sole of my shoe distorts your skin. It is some what difficult to explain, but it is almost like a power thing, where I get to make up all the rules and get to do things I would not normally get away with doing, lol.
Later on, when you’re in the tramplebox in the lift, I will know you’re there and I will know when I’m on top of you. Besides that and this excites me even more than I expected, I will know and see how these other women will trample you without the slightest care and I will be able to let that happen. I will be able to “steer” them right on top of you and let them do that same distortion for me.
I know that with one little movement of my foot, I could either give you pain or pleasure and being stood over you in such a way, allows me to have complete dominance. It is much better for me when I can see the face I am standing on and even better if you think I don’t know. It allows me to do what I want to do and get away with it rather than having someone shout up “stop, stop!” when I am curiously playing with you under my feet.
In this case I have even more power, as I can have these other women stand on your face too and can have them inflict great pain on you without the possibility for you to do anything about it.
I love the fact that my weight is squashing you and I have pinned you to the floor. It is a feeling that not many women get the chance to feel and probably makes me a little odd for wanting to feel it. I would not say it is a fetish or a kink for me, but rather a feeling of feminist power or control….. Maybe spiteful bullying?... maybe a little sadistic play?
If I ever actually pin point it I will certainly let you know. But then I guess if we knew exactly why we did this kind of thing, then we could use it to our advantage and I would most certainly have a lot of fun with it!
Now, finish up your drink and we will get you in position”!
At the location the last adjustments were made to the tramplebox to make sure I fitted in perfectly. I was properly camouflaged to “blend in” with the coloration patterns on the floor and when I was in position, one could barely distinguish my presence. The strong lightning from below completed the invisibility.
Lisa smiled exited and said: “I can’t wait to get him underfoot; lets start !”
The door was closed and there I was: waiting for my ultimate trampledream to come true.
How would things work out, how will it feel, what will happen to me.
In a short while I would discover the consequences of my dreams………..
Outside the lift the women gathered to do the shoot. The only thing they knew was that it would be a shooting for a commercial about a law firm where all the secretaries enjoyed their lunch in the lunchroom in another building across the street. For this lunch they had to leave their own building and go across the street; often through rain and bad weather. The quality of the products served in lunchroom across was so much better than their own office lunchroom that it made up for the time loss and discomfort for going there.
All these “secretaries” had to leave the building via the lift, which because of this was very busy during lunch break. Of course as many secretaries as possible went into the lift at the same time, to gain some extra lunchtime.
(for the next part I’ll write from different point of view and different point of thoughts)
(Doorsteps view)
Next thing I see is how the doors open and a group of beautiful women is standing in the opening. The first women start to move forward and looking at their eyes, I see that no one sees anything awkward. The lift gets filled with women. All of them are talking and perfume fills the air. Then I see Lisa entering. I see that she does look down and in spite of the others does see me. A smile on her face and the next moment I feel her heel come crashing down on my shin. Her next step is directly on my crotch and poor willie is completely flattened under her weight. Lisa’s next step just misses my face and when she turns around, she is exactly above my face, granting me the most perfect view.
(Lisa’s thoughts)
I am wondering how you perceive me while I stand innocently over your face. Would you know I could see you if my knickers became a little wet? Or would you just think I was feeling something else.
The feeling of having you look up my skirt I think is one of the biggest turn on's for me. I don’t know why, but it just is! The fact that you are watching me in a position like that makes me excited and having the capability to either open right up, or shut you out is a most wonderful experience. I notice it all the time when I trample someone and unfortunately tend to show off a little, which probably spoils the effect of getting an ‘ignored’ trample, lol. However, I can do this now you are hidden, because I now you would not be able to do anything for fear of exposure and I could play around for my own enjoyment! The fact that my shoes are going to hurt you would make no difference to me and you can jolly well stay there and get hurt because I like doing it!
(Doorstep’s thoughts)
Ohhh, seeing you this way certainly turns me on. For me it’s clear. I’m looking at your crotch; I’m seeing your womanhood . Yess, I have to pay a high price for it: the risk of being trampled without a second thought right on my face. Knowing that you don’t care a bit of what your shoes would make me suffer. But it’s worth it; the sight is sooooooo exciting. Specially if I see them knickers getting wet. Dreaming this crotch can come down any minute and be settled upon my face. Smelling you, tasting you…….
A stabbing pain brings me back to my senses when one of the women plants her heel on my upper leg en settles most of her weight on that foot. I feel the heel sink in for at least half an inch. Another woman positions herself on top of my chest and her heels seem to tear of my nipples.
Lisa was now standing with her hands on her hips. I saw her putting her arms down and like in slow-motion saw how she repositioned herself. Her sole came down on my lips and her heel pressed deep into my forehead.
The other foot followed and this heel too caught my forehead. The pressure and pain was excruciating. Lisa looked down and started tapping her heel a bit.
(Lisa’s thoughts)
I am pleased I got you on the forehead, I was a little worried about your eyes the first time round, but now as I am tapping my heel down onto you, my own sensation is that of pure sadistic excitement and I can’t not stop digging my heel in no matter what! …
That little heel digging I do by the way, is for my own pleasure and if I hurt you then so be it…. Hard luck! lol.
You’re pretty lucky I don’t grind my heel in, because I have a habit of doing that if I am impatient and that would really hurt you. It is something you would have to consider though, because although the ladies in the lift may all be standing still, it is surprising how often you lean back on your heels full weight when your there standing still and waiting for something. Perhaps I should give the lady in front of me the chance to do so…grinnnnn
The lift is almost completely crowded with women. The woman in front of Lisa is standing with her back against her and I see how Lisa simply steps a bit backwards.
The lady in front of her does the same and by doing so, she places her heels directly on my lips and cheeks, completely oblivious to the excruciating pain she causes.
Lisa made this happen on purpose and she enjoys the effect .
I will still look up Lisa’s legs and see that damp spot growing fast :>)
Meanwhile Lisa looks at the woman in front of her, who is casually chatting with the woman standing aside her and therefore slowly turning herself on her heels………
Lisa also sees all the women standing in front of her, knowing that they are crushing the rest of Doorsteps body. Heels on his fingers, nipples, d*ck, upperlegs………….
When Lisa think it’s been enough, she slowly pushes a bit forward and retakes her position above Doorsteps face, although she can’t see where she puts her feet down. Lisa starts talking to the woman standing besides her ………………… ……
(meanwhile, Lisa’s thoughts)
How much can you see anyway? If I am wearing a mini skirt can you see everything or do you close your eyes or something? I have never bothered to ask anyone else that, because I have never really had the opportunity to ask someone sensible. What does it look like having a girl stand on you?
(Doorsteps thoughts)
If you just knew what I can see. It’s the look of heaven. To see up your legs and to see your wet crotch;. Looking up like this increases the power of your legs and posture. At that moment you’re supremacy at it’s ultimate.
The lift stops, the doors open, women leave and others enter, keeping the lift filled up completely, as it is company rush hour. Many of them walking over Doorsteps body and turning around to face the door.
Than, all the women leave and the lift is empty.
Every inch of my body hurts and just as I was hoping it is over, I hear someone say: “okay: final take. All women just once again.
(Lisa’s view)
I’m pleased to see Doorstep in the lift floor (he had no other choice lol) and I’m curious to know how he’s be feeling by now. However, my confidence about trampling you is much greater this time because I don’t worry anymore about whether you can take it.
I of course aim for your face again (because I am like that)….. but dam! Another woman is there and her heels are pressing into both your cheek bones and all I can do is watch.
I squeeze past her and stand behind her. This time I stand right on top of your genitals and it feels really soft under foot. I squish around a bit with my feet and see if I can get you to look at me, rather than up the skirt of the woman on your face.
As you are naked, it is fun and I roll your penis around under my shoe like it was a tennis ball, or something to play with while I stood waiting. I cannot feel much because I am wearing shoes, so the temptation is strong to take them off and squish you between my toes and the inner soles of my feet. It's funny how that feels you know and it is different every time I do it to someone. But instead of that I take a little step forward and feel my heel sink in something which feels like a hard saucage……
I ask the woman in front of me if she has the time and oh yes, she swivels around to see me over her shoulder and her heels grind hard into your face. That’s funny, lol. I made her do that on purpose, lol. Your face got so distorted when she did that and I thought your eyes were going to pop out from the pain!
(Doorsteps thoughts)
This is a part I like a lot. Where you manipulate and use another woman to do the hurting in your place. You look at her doing so, you make her do it. She isn’t even aware she is causing any pain. You on the contrary know it exactly and let her turn and twist directly on my face, fingers or d*ck. By getting a bit closer to her, or away from her, you “position” her exactly where you want her. And I can’t do a thing about it.
The lift door opens and the lady in front exits the lift…. Oh goody, I get to stand on your face again. I step forwards and once again I place a foot either side of your face. This time I want you to know I can see you down there, so I pretend to rummage around in my handbag before I carelessly drop my lipstick. It lands on your face between my feet and I bend down to pick it up.
Hmm, shall I sadistically remove all your protective bits, or should I just stare at you with a little anger in my eyes? You would not be able to stop me, so I guess I have a choice, were as you don’t!
I squat down over you and pick up my lipstick, then I remove your eye protectors and mouth thing.
I give you a smile before I stand up again and tower over you with my legs still apart. Your face looks so small on the floor and it is surprising how different you would look in that situation.
Now you had better give me your full attention or I will be really upset. I hover my stiletto over your eye in a state of indecision and play with you while I continue to look down. The metal tip of my heel makes your eye flutter because it is so close and if I don’t get the reaction I want, then too bad for you! Are you pleading with me at this point? I hope so!
Oh well, there is only one thing for it…. I will put my MP3 player on and have a little dance to some music. Nobody with bother If I do that, after all I am a girl and girls are allowed to do that sort of thing. I place my earphones in and look away from you on the floor. It now comes down to feeling you under my feet, rather than doing any careful pampering. This is for me and me alone! I don't care about you anymore because you are just the floor. This is my real sadistic nature coming out and I am going to enjoy myself!
Oooh, I just dance away to myself and let my feet go were ever they want. A squishy bit here, a hard bit there, a little crunch, a little slip of the heel, Who knows what I may be squashing and who knows where my heels are digging in. Its fun though and it serves you right for being there in the first place. You make a good dance floor though John and your face is much better than those padded insoles you get for your shoes… nice and soft, lol. I so desperately want to look down at you, but I refrain and just twist my feet around as I smooch to the music. I smile at the woman next to me and she smiles back... nobody is feeling sorry for you and nobody cares. Your ignored and used. Your a floor in the lift and that is all.
The lift door opens and I innocently walk away. I have to push my way out though, because there are at least ten women trying to get in the lift……. Sorry, I forgot to put all your protection back on…. Bad girl Lisa, lol.
I turn and watch the lift doors close again but I cannot see you at all. There are too many in the lift this time and someone has put their handbag on your face, but I know you are there somewhere...................
Doorstep