door_step
08-26-2002, 1:33 AM
At that moment there were at least five women on top of me. The flesh of my shinbone was severely damaged when a spike heel was driven in it first and then slid off. As no one was standing at my face, I managed to lift my head a bit and I had a terrific view. I was really trampled and I could see all those lovely blondes, brunettes and red haired women step on me without knowing and thus without a care.
I turned my head to the side and my nose was just half an inch from an open toe pump, with a gorgeous foot in it. She had her nails polished red and when I looked up I saw her gorgeous legs and I looked under her skirt. She also wore a small, white g-string and it was to small to reveal all of her black pubic hair. She must have had a lot of hair on her p*ssy. I looked at her feet again. Being so close, I could smell them. I must say, that for such a pretty lady, her feet smelled very strong, but I loved the odor. I could not control myself: I had to taste those toes. Very gently, I stuck out my tongue and touched her toes. Of course she didn’t noticed. Even if she had noticed something, she would never have thought it to be anything to pay attention to. What else could it be than just something on the floor. Perhaps a part of the dummy. She was pushed backwards a bit and to balance herself, I saw her putting most of her weight on her heels. Because of that movement, she lifted her toes just high enough for me to slide my tongue between her toes and the innersole of her pump. When she returned to her position, I felt a fierce crush of my tongue. Although the pain was almost more than I could bear, I didn’t dear to move it. She was standing on it and no way I could have pulled my tongue from under her toes without here noticing it. She moved her toes a bit and I now really experienced the taste of strong smelling feet. Part of my tongue was in-between her toes. I don’t know what was worse; the crush, the smell or the taste. On the other hand, I loved all three. All of this didn’t take long and in her next move she tried to step over the obstacle on the floor (my face). She lifted her foot, my tongue was free now and the taste of in-between here toes was now in my entire mouth. However, she didn’t lift her foot high enough, so with stepping over my face, my head was forced to roll over, like a ball. When she stepped down, her shoe was still partly on my face and her high heel pressed in the corner of my lips and forced them aside. Her heel slipped inside my mouth and an intense pain struck me when the scratched the inside of my jaw, just above my teeth. The movement of the step went on and by stepped down; her heel hooked my inner cheek. I quickly turned my head further to prevent that she would completely rip of my cheek. My mouth was open wide by now and she was standing, full weight, on her left leg. My cheek was still under her heel. She was standing with her high heel on the inside of my cheek. This was far more than I could bear and tears jumped into my eyes. I am sure she couldn’t care less. For her there was just a dummy under her feet. She wasn’t even aware how she was standing on it. She brought her right foot over as well and placed it on my upper arm. Another women stepped over my chest, without lifting her foot high enough and tore my shirt with her heel. My chest was scratched and my bare skin was exposed.
The total amount of impressions was more than I could coordinate in my brain and I didn’t recollect what happened further with my legs. It was as if they weren’t mine anymore.
The black lady took a small step and my cheek was free. It hurt like hell. I turned my head back. I women lost her glasses, as they were knocked of her face in the busy crowd. It fell just beside me and within a second a beautiful brunette crushed them. In my head the alarmbel rang! And yes, I saw the next step of this gorgeous brunette above me as in a slow motion. I saw the pieces of glass, which stuck to her sole. She placed her left foot on my bare chest but didn’t apply any weight yet. I heard her say: “ O, I am to step on that f*g dummy again. I don’t want to lose my balance again, like in the rehearsal”. She twisted her foot back and forth a number of times. It was like I was stuck by hundreds of needles. She was looking for the best place to put her foot down. She slid her foot forward and her sole, with the pieces of glass still stuck into it, was now on my left nipple and her high and sharp, damaged heel tip was now on my right nipple. I whispered” no lady, don’t put your weight on me now; do step over me”. But of course she didn’t hear me and when she was confident enough to have her right balance, she applied all of her weight and stepped on my bare chest. The pain was beyond belief and was even increased when she also put her right foot (with which she had also crushed the glasses) on my chest.
By now the cover of my d*k was also gone, almost together with my shirt and he was exposed to those gorgeous but dangerous women, unknowing of the torment which went on under their shoes. He was still on top of my waist protection and therefore on a pretty strong and rather stiff surface. It was as if he was placed on a real floor. A red haired babe stepped on me and stood directly on top of it. Because he was not covered anymore, there was now protection at all. I felt her sole on my skin and how he was flattened. The brunette laughed and said to her:” It should have been that sun of a b*ch from the parking lot, instead of a dummy. I would have wiped my feet on him.” At that moment, she started to wipe her feet as if she stood on a doormat and caused an immense pain. Her soles where still covered with the pieces of glass and her heels were sharp as hell. Her red haired friend starts laughing also and said:
“ Yeah, and I would twist the life out of him” and applied extra weight on the foot where my d*k was under and crushed it like putting out a cigarette.
Yes I had my greatest fantasy come through. At the end of the scene, the last of the women descended the rope ladder and stayed below. They went for a coffee break, where the rest of the crew joined them. As everyone had left the set, my friend picked me up and took me to his home. It took me three weeks to recover. I was extremely lucky that I had no remaining injuries, as I could have been crippled for life very easily. Be aware, that no pro domme tramples you so extreme as women who are not aware of you, a living thing (let alone a man) under their shoes!! They just step on you as if you are just an inanimate part of the floor. They don’t think for a moment to take care, to avoid injuries. Why should they?
But that was exactly what I wanted and hoped for.
In fact, the risk I took was not sensible. On the other hand: without the risk, it wouldn’t have been a real unknowing trample.
For me: IT WAS WORTH IT, IT WAS GREAT.
Doorstep
It’s still my fantasy, but I hope to live the day to see it come tru.
I turned my head to the side and my nose was just half an inch from an open toe pump, with a gorgeous foot in it. She had her nails polished red and when I looked up I saw her gorgeous legs and I looked under her skirt. She also wore a small, white g-string and it was to small to reveal all of her black pubic hair. She must have had a lot of hair on her p*ssy. I looked at her feet again. Being so close, I could smell them. I must say, that for such a pretty lady, her feet smelled very strong, but I loved the odor. I could not control myself: I had to taste those toes. Very gently, I stuck out my tongue and touched her toes. Of course she didn’t noticed. Even if she had noticed something, she would never have thought it to be anything to pay attention to. What else could it be than just something on the floor. Perhaps a part of the dummy. She was pushed backwards a bit and to balance herself, I saw her putting most of her weight on her heels. Because of that movement, she lifted her toes just high enough for me to slide my tongue between her toes and the innersole of her pump. When she returned to her position, I felt a fierce crush of my tongue. Although the pain was almost more than I could bear, I didn’t dear to move it. She was standing on it and no way I could have pulled my tongue from under her toes without here noticing it. She moved her toes a bit and I now really experienced the taste of strong smelling feet. Part of my tongue was in-between her toes. I don’t know what was worse; the crush, the smell or the taste. On the other hand, I loved all three. All of this didn’t take long and in her next move she tried to step over the obstacle on the floor (my face). She lifted her foot, my tongue was free now and the taste of in-between here toes was now in my entire mouth. However, she didn’t lift her foot high enough, so with stepping over my face, my head was forced to roll over, like a ball. When she stepped down, her shoe was still partly on my face and her high heel pressed in the corner of my lips and forced them aside. Her heel slipped inside my mouth and an intense pain struck me when the scratched the inside of my jaw, just above my teeth. The movement of the step went on and by stepped down; her heel hooked my inner cheek. I quickly turned my head further to prevent that she would completely rip of my cheek. My mouth was open wide by now and she was standing, full weight, on her left leg. My cheek was still under her heel. She was standing with her high heel on the inside of my cheek. This was far more than I could bear and tears jumped into my eyes. I am sure she couldn’t care less. For her there was just a dummy under her feet. She wasn’t even aware how she was standing on it. She brought her right foot over as well and placed it on my upper arm. Another women stepped over my chest, without lifting her foot high enough and tore my shirt with her heel. My chest was scratched and my bare skin was exposed.
The total amount of impressions was more than I could coordinate in my brain and I didn’t recollect what happened further with my legs. It was as if they weren’t mine anymore.
The black lady took a small step and my cheek was free. It hurt like hell. I turned my head back. I women lost her glasses, as they were knocked of her face in the busy crowd. It fell just beside me and within a second a beautiful brunette crushed them. In my head the alarmbel rang! And yes, I saw the next step of this gorgeous brunette above me as in a slow motion. I saw the pieces of glass, which stuck to her sole. She placed her left foot on my bare chest but didn’t apply any weight yet. I heard her say: “ O, I am to step on that f*g dummy again. I don’t want to lose my balance again, like in the rehearsal”. She twisted her foot back and forth a number of times. It was like I was stuck by hundreds of needles. She was looking for the best place to put her foot down. She slid her foot forward and her sole, with the pieces of glass still stuck into it, was now on my left nipple and her high and sharp, damaged heel tip was now on my right nipple. I whispered” no lady, don’t put your weight on me now; do step over me”. But of course she didn’t hear me and when she was confident enough to have her right balance, she applied all of her weight and stepped on my bare chest. The pain was beyond belief and was even increased when she also put her right foot (with which she had also crushed the glasses) on my chest.
By now the cover of my d*k was also gone, almost together with my shirt and he was exposed to those gorgeous but dangerous women, unknowing of the torment which went on under their shoes. He was still on top of my waist protection and therefore on a pretty strong and rather stiff surface. It was as if he was placed on a real floor. A red haired babe stepped on me and stood directly on top of it. Because he was not covered anymore, there was now protection at all. I felt her sole on my skin and how he was flattened. The brunette laughed and said to her:” It should have been that sun of a b*ch from the parking lot, instead of a dummy. I would have wiped my feet on him.” At that moment, she started to wipe her feet as if she stood on a doormat and caused an immense pain. Her soles where still covered with the pieces of glass and her heels were sharp as hell. Her red haired friend starts laughing also and said:
“ Yeah, and I would twist the life out of him” and applied extra weight on the foot where my d*k was under and crushed it like putting out a cigarette.
Yes I had my greatest fantasy come through. At the end of the scene, the last of the women descended the rope ladder and stayed below. They went for a coffee break, where the rest of the crew joined them. As everyone had left the set, my friend picked me up and took me to his home. It took me three weeks to recover. I was extremely lucky that I had no remaining injuries, as I could have been crippled for life very easily. Be aware, that no pro domme tramples you so extreme as women who are not aware of you, a living thing (let alone a man) under their shoes!! They just step on you as if you are just an inanimate part of the floor. They don’t think for a moment to take care, to avoid injuries. Why should they?
But that was exactly what I wanted and hoped for.
In fact, the risk I took was not sensible. On the other hand: without the risk, it wouldn’t have been a real unknowing trample.
For me: IT WAS WORTH IT, IT WAS GREAT.
Doorstep
It’s still my fantasy, but I hope to live the day to see it come tru.