yull
08-27-2002, 5:45 AM
OK guys, let's continue.
First of all I'd like to thanks to everybody that like the stories and encourage me to continue.
So, I discover I like to be trampled and now I must find places and occasions. I start with hand trample because, as I said before, even if the lady/girl discover, I may pretend that was an accident.
First place identified was at a public swimming pool. In my country exist such places where, in the summer time, for a small tax you can stay at the Sun and swim. In my native town we had 3 places like that. Two of them were artificially made but the third was on a lake created by the river that passes through the city. In one of the swimming pools the stairs that enter in water was not like in other pools. Usually these stairs are like a rope-stairs but manufactured from metal pipes. Here the stairs are normal but metal-made; large enough so 4 persons may stay one near other. Under those stairs - ideal hiding place. I purchase a pear of scuba-diving protective eyeglasses. I was trampled by dozens of ladies and girls who didn’t realize that because my hands were under a water layer of 20-30 cm of water. Guys what amazing picture, what sensations… Imagine beautiful female feet climbing slowly the stairs. You can anticipate where the foot will step! And you can put your hand RIGHT in that place. I start to become selective. Only girls with polished toenails. Then I start hunting of ladies wearing flip-flops. Yes, they enter in the water with plastic flip-flops, especially young mothers with small kids. Even better because their attention was totally to the kid so they step merciless on my hands. I remember once I was so excited by a young pretty lady with a 2 years girl. She stops with the heel on my fingers, she was wearing plastic flip-flops. She stays for 1-2 minutes so I toke of my scuba mask and I kiss and lick her heel. She didn't notice. I learn with this occasion that is nicer to be trampled on stairs than on normal ground. On a flat square the sole has a sort of "rolling movement" but when the lady is climbing a stair is pure pressure and pleasure!
The second discovered place was at the lake. On the lake exist 2 islands, one big and one small. On the big island - pool, tennis, bars & restaurants, boat renting and so. Small island - vegetation that's why was preferred by pears of lovers. A 20 meters long bridge, metallic skeleton and wooden walking surface, very old made the connection between the islands. It was on a Sunday and a lot of people were there. I was with a friend. I enter in water then hide under the bridge. I insert 3 fingers on the walking surface then I move on a side to watch. Nothing yet. Suddenly one of the wooden pieces shift when somebody steps on it and traps my fingers. I ask my friend to find a piece of metal to unlock me. He starts looking for it leaving me there. And the show begins. Eight ladies wearing shoes, sandals, and flip-flops trampled me. A lady even stops with the heel of her sandal on my fingers and stays for a minute because she meets a friend. Luckily it was s flat and soft heel. The painful experience was when a young lady trample my fingers wearing clogs, plastic made but very hard, with a sole of 1 cm thick. Finally my friend arrives and unlocks me. Next summer I went again in that place but in the meantime they repair the bridge and replace the wooden floor with a new one, without spaces.
Next - a quite brutal trample experience in the train
First of all I'd like to thanks to everybody that like the stories and encourage me to continue.
So, I discover I like to be trampled and now I must find places and occasions. I start with hand trample because, as I said before, even if the lady/girl discover, I may pretend that was an accident.
First place identified was at a public swimming pool. In my country exist such places where, in the summer time, for a small tax you can stay at the Sun and swim. In my native town we had 3 places like that. Two of them were artificially made but the third was on a lake created by the river that passes through the city. In one of the swimming pools the stairs that enter in water was not like in other pools. Usually these stairs are like a rope-stairs but manufactured from metal pipes. Here the stairs are normal but metal-made; large enough so 4 persons may stay one near other. Under those stairs - ideal hiding place. I purchase a pear of scuba-diving protective eyeglasses. I was trampled by dozens of ladies and girls who didn’t realize that because my hands were under a water layer of 20-30 cm of water. Guys what amazing picture, what sensations… Imagine beautiful female feet climbing slowly the stairs. You can anticipate where the foot will step! And you can put your hand RIGHT in that place. I start to become selective. Only girls with polished toenails. Then I start hunting of ladies wearing flip-flops. Yes, they enter in the water with plastic flip-flops, especially young mothers with small kids. Even better because their attention was totally to the kid so they step merciless on my hands. I remember once I was so excited by a young pretty lady with a 2 years girl. She stops with the heel on my fingers, she was wearing plastic flip-flops. She stays for 1-2 minutes so I toke of my scuba mask and I kiss and lick her heel. She didn't notice. I learn with this occasion that is nicer to be trampled on stairs than on normal ground. On a flat square the sole has a sort of "rolling movement" but when the lady is climbing a stair is pure pressure and pleasure!
The second discovered place was at the lake. On the lake exist 2 islands, one big and one small. On the big island - pool, tennis, bars & restaurants, boat renting and so. Small island - vegetation that's why was preferred by pears of lovers. A 20 meters long bridge, metallic skeleton and wooden walking surface, very old made the connection between the islands. It was on a Sunday and a lot of people were there. I was with a friend. I enter in water then hide under the bridge. I insert 3 fingers on the walking surface then I move on a side to watch. Nothing yet. Suddenly one of the wooden pieces shift when somebody steps on it and traps my fingers. I ask my friend to find a piece of metal to unlock me. He starts looking for it leaving me there. And the show begins. Eight ladies wearing shoes, sandals, and flip-flops trampled me. A lady even stops with the heel of her sandal on my fingers and stays for a minute because she meets a friend. Luckily it was s flat and soft heel. The painful experience was when a young lady trample my fingers wearing clogs, plastic made but very hard, with a sole of 1 cm thick. Finally my friend arrives and unlocks me. Next summer I went again in that place but in the meantime they repair the bridge and replace the wooden floor with a new one, without spaces.
Next - a quite brutal trample experience in the train