flatmanbe
11-15-2002, 8:55 AM
The seven hour flight to Chicago was going to be incredibly boring, no prospect of fun and games trying to contrive situations where I would get one of the female passengers to step on me, since there wasn't any females, in fact only about 20 people boarded the flight from Brussels and mostly they seemed to be businessmen. It's unusual to achieve trample success anyway, but the effort alone normally keeps me amused for the duration of the flight. I was really geared up for it this time, I'd been drinking at the airport bar since 11.30am, almost two hours, and when I am slightly under the influence my desire to be stepped on is insatiable.
Ten minutes later we were settled in our seats, it turned out a few more passengers turned up and I estimated maybe three dozen in total, but unbelievably no females. When I boarded the aircraft I was greeted as usual by the smiling flight assistants, and I must say all three were very attractive and smartly dressed, and I couldn't fail to notice the dark blue shoes they were wearing, not very high heels, but very sharp. I always find this a source of frustration, it is virtually impossible to set up any kind of trample with the flight assistants, they bring you a few drinks and your meal, and then disappear into their own quarters, sometimes I stick my foot out a little bit, into the gang way, in the hope it will be stepped on as they walk by, but normally they spot it and just step over it. As I sat there I resigned myself to "flight attendant foot trample" being my only possibility, but at least it's worth a try.
One hour into the journey the flight assistant was approaching, so off came the shoes and out came the foot, just a few inches into the gang way, hopefully just enough to be stepped on and not so much as to be noticed. As she came close I smiled at her, hoping to keep her attention away from the floor. She smiled back as she stood alongside me, holding the small bottle of wine I asked for earlier, I quickly brought down the small chair table and she promptly placed the glass on it and started to unscrew the bottle top, but still no idea where her foot was in relation to mine, until suddenly, as she reached over slightly to pour the wine, the instep of her right foot came down hard on two of my toes, I almost pulled away instinctively but managed to keep still as she finished pouring the wine and placed the half empty bottle back onto the table. Then the strangest thing happened because, although her wine serving duties were complete, she remained in the same position, and then smiled at me. This was a very attractive lady, she seemed to be the more senior of the three attendants, I guessed late twenties, medium length dark hair, blue eyes and standing maybe 5 feet and 8 inches in her sexy dark blue shoes with the small, yet lethal looking heel. I estimated her weight at around 60 kilos and imagined all that weight being transferred to her heels as she walked mercilessly over my body; it was a nice thought anyway. Then the surprise, she leant over and asked me if I was aware that she was stepping on my toes, she seemed kind of curious, and for me this was a whole new experience, here I was being confronted by this very attractive lady, who continued to stand full weight on my toes, at the same time inviting me to discuss it. What could I say, maybe something like, it's no problem, it was my fault the foot was in the way, or should I look down and casually remark that I have no feeling in my right foot, maybe due to bad circulation, and that I didn't realize. In the end though, with the help of several beers and a couple of red wines, I summoned the courage and told her that I actually liked it, slightly embarrassed, and excited at the same time. She looked at me curiously and asked me if that was kind of strange, my immediate response was to ask her if it was not also strange to continue to stand on my foot knowingly. At this point she was summoned by another passenger several rows in front, so she came closer and almost in a whisper she admitted that she had always liked inflicting pain, and that quite often she would step on the toes of unsuspecting passengers, but this was the first time there had been no adverse reaction. She asked me if I would like to move to the rear of the plane where there were no other passengers, and she would come to see me later so we could continue the conversation. With that she turned on her right foot, grinding my toes and continued normal service as she walked away. This was pure heaven and I could hardly believe it, my hand moved instinctively to the usual place between my legs as I reflected on what had just taken place.
Half an hour later I was seated in the rear seat and contemplating her return, still excited at this unusual turn of events, this would be the first time I have revealed and discussed openly my trample desires. My excitement grew when I saw her approaching, the lights in the cabin had dimmed, people had eaten and mostly I guess they were sleeping. I was also surprised to see that she was accompanied by the other two flight attendants, maybe this was a routine visit, perhaps they had something to tend to in the cabin behind me, oh well, I would have to wait a little longer for our meeting and discussion. As she approached she was smiling and then, instead of walking past as I assumed she would, she stopped and introduced Mieke and Sylvie, also introducing herself as Chantal. I told them my name, slightly nervous again, I couldn't figure why all three of them had come to see me, perhaps to try and embarrass me and have some fun at my expense, but she perched herself on the arm rest of my seat and said that her friends were interested in having some fun, that it wasn't often they could find something unusual and interesting to do during the monotony of a long haul flight. Chantal quizzed me about the nature of my pain fetish, where I liked to be hurt, was it usually inflicted by being stepped on, and other related questions. Mieke and Sylvie listened but couldn't hide their amusement as I told them the pain I like is desirable only when being stepped and walked on by females, I ventured I was probably born with this "fetish" but hardly ever found the opportunity to experience the reality. Sylvie leaned over and indicated that I take a close look at her shoes; she asked me if I was sure I could withstand the pain from the sharp heels, and just taking about it made my heart race faster. Sylvie appeared to be the youngest, 18 or 19, and I got the impression she was really enjoying this, maybe she was the kind of girl that stepped on bugs and things when she was a child, it's funny how you often see teenage girls doing this, possibly there is a sleeping desire lurking in most females to step on things, I certainly hoped so. She then asked me, almost as a challenge it seemed, if I only talked about this or do I ever commit words and fantasies to action. I looked at all three of them as they fell silent and watched me expectantly, as if encouraging me to make the next move, so, I thought, here was my chance and I may as well go for it, when would this opportunity come my way again, I wriggled out of my chair and spread myself across the floor in front of the four empty seats. I looked up and said the next step was theirs to take, literally.
Ten minutes later we were settled in our seats, it turned out a few more passengers turned up and I estimated maybe three dozen in total, but unbelievably no females. When I boarded the aircraft I was greeted as usual by the smiling flight assistants, and I must say all three were very attractive and smartly dressed, and I couldn't fail to notice the dark blue shoes they were wearing, not very high heels, but very sharp. I always find this a source of frustration, it is virtually impossible to set up any kind of trample with the flight assistants, they bring you a few drinks and your meal, and then disappear into their own quarters, sometimes I stick my foot out a little bit, into the gang way, in the hope it will be stepped on as they walk by, but normally they spot it and just step over it. As I sat there I resigned myself to "flight attendant foot trample" being my only possibility, but at least it's worth a try.
One hour into the journey the flight assistant was approaching, so off came the shoes and out came the foot, just a few inches into the gang way, hopefully just enough to be stepped on and not so much as to be noticed. As she came close I smiled at her, hoping to keep her attention away from the floor. She smiled back as she stood alongside me, holding the small bottle of wine I asked for earlier, I quickly brought down the small chair table and she promptly placed the glass on it and started to unscrew the bottle top, but still no idea where her foot was in relation to mine, until suddenly, as she reached over slightly to pour the wine, the instep of her right foot came down hard on two of my toes, I almost pulled away instinctively but managed to keep still as she finished pouring the wine and placed the half empty bottle back onto the table. Then the strangest thing happened because, although her wine serving duties were complete, she remained in the same position, and then smiled at me. This was a very attractive lady, she seemed to be the more senior of the three attendants, I guessed late twenties, medium length dark hair, blue eyes and standing maybe 5 feet and 8 inches in her sexy dark blue shoes with the small, yet lethal looking heel. I estimated her weight at around 60 kilos and imagined all that weight being transferred to her heels as she walked mercilessly over my body; it was a nice thought anyway. Then the surprise, she leant over and asked me if I was aware that she was stepping on my toes, she seemed kind of curious, and for me this was a whole new experience, here I was being confronted by this very attractive lady, who continued to stand full weight on my toes, at the same time inviting me to discuss it. What could I say, maybe something like, it's no problem, it was my fault the foot was in the way, or should I look down and casually remark that I have no feeling in my right foot, maybe due to bad circulation, and that I didn't realize. In the end though, with the help of several beers and a couple of red wines, I summoned the courage and told her that I actually liked it, slightly embarrassed, and excited at the same time. She looked at me curiously and asked me if that was kind of strange, my immediate response was to ask her if it was not also strange to continue to stand on my foot knowingly. At this point she was summoned by another passenger several rows in front, so she came closer and almost in a whisper she admitted that she had always liked inflicting pain, and that quite often she would step on the toes of unsuspecting passengers, but this was the first time there had been no adverse reaction. She asked me if I would like to move to the rear of the plane where there were no other passengers, and she would come to see me later so we could continue the conversation. With that she turned on her right foot, grinding my toes and continued normal service as she walked away. This was pure heaven and I could hardly believe it, my hand moved instinctively to the usual place between my legs as I reflected on what had just taken place.
Half an hour later I was seated in the rear seat and contemplating her return, still excited at this unusual turn of events, this would be the first time I have revealed and discussed openly my trample desires. My excitement grew when I saw her approaching, the lights in the cabin had dimmed, people had eaten and mostly I guess they were sleeping. I was also surprised to see that she was accompanied by the other two flight attendants, maybe this was a routine visit, perhaps they had something to tend to in the cabin behind me, oh well, I would have to wait a little longer for our meeting and discussion. As she approached she was smiling and then, instead of walking past as I assumed she would, she stopped and introduced Mieke and Sylvie, also introducing herself as Chantal. I told them my name, slightly nervous again, I couldn't figure why all three of them had come to see me, perhaps to try and embarrass me and have some fun at my expense, but she perched herself on the arm rest of my seat and said that her friends were interested in having some fun, that it wasn't often they could find something unusual and interesting to do during the monotony of a long haul flight. Chantal quizzed me about the nature of my pain fetish, where I liked to be hurt, was it usually inflicted by being stepped on, and other related questions. Mieke and Sylvie listened but couldn't hide their amusement as I told them the pain I like is desirable only when being stepped and walked on by females, I ventured I was probably born with this "fetish" but hardly ever found the opportunity to experience the reality. Sylvie leaned over and indicated that I take a close look at her shoes; she asked me if I was sure I could withstand the pain from the sharp heels, and just taking about it made my heart race faster. Sylvie appeared to be the youngest, 18 or 19, and I got the impression she was really enjoying this, maybe she was the kind of girl that stepped on bugs and things when she was a child, it's funny how you often see teenage girls doing this, possibly there is a sleeping desire lurking in most females to step on things, I certainly hoped so. She then asked me, almost as a challenge it seemed, if I only talked about this or do I ever commit words and fantasies to action. I looked at all three of them as they fell silent and watched me expectantly, as if encouraging me to make the next move, so, I thought, here was my chance and I may as well go for it, when would this opportunity come my way again, I wriggled out of my chair and spread myself across the floor in front of the four empty seats. I looked up and said the next step was theirs to take, literally.