in your face

[lisalisa]

IN YOUR FACE
This account has been printed by trample lodge and is copy written to trample lodge, please respect our copy write. 1997 – R: 2008.

This story has been taken directly from a recorded interview.
It is based on a true event to which witnesses have stated it as fact.
No charges were ever bought against anyone involved
And while this story may seem unbelievable to some,
There have been many other recorded accidents, to which similar incidents have occurred.
The interview was recorded one week after the event and although the questions have been removed for this document the actual statement itself has not been altered.



I had to think a little about the situation, maybe because you want to know so much detail, but don’t forget, I was pretty drunk at the time and things get a little fuzzy you know.

I was there because I had been invited by the sound engineer to whom I had known for a long time and hadn’t seen for ages.

It had been an all day music festival, with bands continually playing all day and half way through the night. I had arrived early in the evening with my friend Sunday to catch the last few bands left to play and enjoy what was supposed to be a great evening of music.
The hall was really packed out and there were a lot of people crammed in, especially near the back where people were stood talking.

I had spent most of the time talking to the sound engineer, but when a band I wanted to see came on stage, I walked to the back of the room with my friend Sunday. We didn’t want to get crushed up the front when everyone started dancing… I just hate it when that happens.

Before I get into any detail here, I must state that what happened that evening was totally accidental and could have happened to anybody. There was far too much rubbish on the floor to start with and the room was not only full to its capacity, but was very dark.
I don’t think it helped that I was very drunk, but I was enjoying myself, so what?

I was wearing my ultra short black leather skirt and some fetish open toe, six inch stiletto shoes. They were patent leather with small silver buckles running down the side of the shoe and a mini padlock that locked my foot into the shoe itself. The stiletto heel was ultra thin and ended with a steel tip smaller than the blunt end of a standard pencil. The shoes themselves had a one inch platform and to be honest, I really loved them because they were so unusual.

Size five.

The inner arch between the heel and sole was well wicked. It was not like your standard shoe as the arch was straight up rather than the normal kind. It was both deep and high and gave you no option but to walk heel first at all times.
They were really cool and had cost me a fortune at the time. However, put on the end of a pair of recently waxed and even if I say so myself..... Young, long, toned and tanned legs. They were worth every penny and would catch most people’s attention wherever you walked. I was topped with my black leather waistcoat and silk white shirt. My hair was long, blonde and cut in a shaggy loose style.

I am Five foot Eight inches tall.

A thin 10 and a bit stone

Sunday had on her stiletto punk boots and a slightly longer bondage type dress. She always looked good so I’m not going to go on about her….she was always getting the boys attention anyway.
Together we were dressed to kill and both of us had the attitude to go with it.

Anyway, enough of the fashion shows.

I’m not sure of the exact reason this particular guy was on the floor, but there were a couple of them sprawled out at the back and just like most other concerts, you always get some drunken idiot that crashes out on the ground. They either get dragged back up by their mates or kicked around a bit until they realize were they are and crawl off to a safer position under a table or something. I don’t know why they just don’t throw them out when they get like that. There a real pain in the arse and I have seen them doing it at other concerts before now.

It was bloody difficult to see the ground never mind some silly boys that had passed out amongst the rubbish on the floor and totally leaving themselves sprawled out for someone to trip over. The one was so well gone, that people must have been kicking him and treading on him for quite some time as he lay unconscious amongst their feet and know body had seen him lying there because the crowd was just too busy enjoying themselves above him. You just don’t expect that sort of thing.
I bet he already had a few heel marks in him anyway, because there were some lovely boots there that evening and with him being such a small and rather skinny man, he must have felt like a twig underfoot, even if you had walked directly onto his chest or something.
Anyway, he was sprawled out on his back and could have been there all day for all I know.

The evening was going really well, but after a while, Sunday and I decided to go back to the sound engineer when the area we were in began to get too crowded, it would be much safer there and a lot less hassle. You can get unwanted gropes and touching when you’re in a mini skirt, especially in a big crowd.

As we began walking forward, I remember standing directly on an upturned drinks can that suddenly crunched under my foot sending me reeling forward.
As I moved, I felt my right stiletto hit something. I new I had trodden directly onto something with my heel because the front end of my foot bowed forward. A skinny stiletto is not the best of things to try and balance on at the best of times, but when you are half drunk, it's a real pain in the backside.

Just when I thought my heel was secure on whatever I had stepped on, I felt myself tilting forward as my heel went straight through what ever it was on the floor. It felt like I had put my heel through a floor board, or something with a semi hard surface and soft interior like a big potato. My foot suddenly squashed through whatever it was and hit the floor with a bump.

I honestly didn't hear a scream or anything and as I carried on going forward, my heel was well on it’s way to totally entering a guy’s face just under the cheek bone. His head was lying sideways, so my heel easily penetrated the skin and ended up going right through his mouth and out the other side. I must have knocked out one of the boy’s teeth as my thin stiletto heel carried on straight through his face. It’s odd, but even though it was my heel that did the damage, I still felt a little crunch as my foot went further down through the man’s head.

Yuck, it’s really strange to think of now, but at the time it didn’t feel like someone's face at all, it felt more like a big ball of blue tack or a cabbage or something. There was then a little slip as my full weight hit the stiletto’s tip and moved it around until it settled itself firmly on the ground. I remember some bloke behind me holding out his arms in case I did fall, and then pulling back quickly when I turned and scowled at him. He should be so lucky and it’s a good job he didn’t touch me or I would have slapped him one.

I now very innocently had a man’s face pinned to the floor with my stiletto heel and was holding him down with my full weight while I steadied myself. I new I had stood on something unusual and almost froze standing upright in case I slipped again. I thought at first that I had stood on someone's foot but when I looked down to check, I saw my right stiletto sticking right through this dirty rubbery looking thing and was quite relieved I had not hurt someone’s toe or something.

At first it was totally weird, I couldn’t see any blood or anything and I stayed stood on top of it trying to look down to work out what it was. It looked like I was standing on a funny rubber mask that someone had lost on the floor and left to be kicked around and trampled.
I must have stood looking curiously down at him for ages and my half drunken state was not allowing me to see anything other than some crumpled up stupid mask, which was now half covered and twisted under my shoe and my stiletto heel going straight through it.
I guess because it didn’t do anything it was o.k.

Truth be known, I was so drunk, I was probably trying to work out if it was a famous person mask or just one of those full faced funny ones. I don’t know why it mattered, it would probably still get squashed whatever it was and it already looked half ruined anyway.

I also remember thinking at the time, that whoever lost this awful thing was going to find it full of holes when they got it back, which would serve them right for dropping it on the floor in the first place.
To be brutally honest, I really didn’t care at that moment as to what it was I was standing on, because I never really thought it would be a mans actual face. Besides which, there was so much else going on, that I was about to ignore what it was altogether, give up ever trying to get back to the sound engineer and start dancing away with Sunday.

The reason this mans face was so hard to work out, is that when I had first stepped onto him and my heel slid through his cheek, my drunken weight pushed the ball of my foot right over his top lip. This not only broke his nose with the edge of my shoe, but it had squeezed and jammed his top jaw right into my shoes arch and forced it all the way to the top were it stayed fixed to the bottom of my shoe. I had then very innocently began to squash it up even tighter as I stupidly stood pressing down until my foot felt level to the floor again.
I knew my foot had finally gone through whatever it was, because I could feel the stilettos metal tip clicking on the floor as I stamped my heel onto the ground a couple of times. Unfortunately, by doing this I simply jammed his jaw, teeth and nose so far up the arch, it became seriously stuck like a piece of meat you sometimes get stuck in your tooth.
It is so difficult to explain this situation without making myself look stupid or something, but in reality, I don’t think anyone else would have been able to tell what it was either. It is just not something you expect and all I wanted to do was enjoy myself.

The crowd around us was now so tight, we had no option but to stand where we were and any irritation I may have felt from this thing under my foot had to wait until the crowd thinned out.
When I think about it, other people must have been standing on top of this man’s body, arms and legs, because there was not a space to be seen. I know I tried dancing for a while, which is not too easy in a crowd like this and probably kicked and dragged this poor man’s head around like a meatloaf while I grooved to the music. I do actually remember my other heel catching hold of it as I did dance and I must have given him a few really good boots when I brought my feet together.
I have a feeling I pulled out most of his hair as well, because I could feel my heel ripping at something on the odd occasion. I hope it was his hair anyway, he would have been in a right state if my heels were actually catching his head and his face would stand no chance if I got my way and pushed a space for myself to really let rip.

In hindsight, it would have been bloody awful to have done this because I was actually very drunk and would have ended up kicking and crushing this poor mans face under my shoe while I danced the night away. My steel tipped stiletto heels would have eventually ripped his face right open and I guess I would have trodden on him a quite a few more times before I had ever noticed him. After all, who the hell thinks it’s a man’s face squishing around under their feet with the rest of the rubbish on the floor. Especially while you innocently dance away on top of him trying to look sexy and cool. Besides which, other people had obviously been trampling him as well and nobody else said anything.

His head looked so small and didn’t look like a man at all. Admittedly, my shoe had distorted his face so much by squashing half of it off, I was very simply dismissing him as just another bit of tack stuck to my shoe and would therefore only have looked down again if it really began to bother me that much and begin to cramp my style.
However, I even doubt I would have been bothered to do that once I had really started dancing and would have waited until it had dropped off somewhere and became someone else’s problem.
I had seriously got to the point, that even if I had taken the time to get it off, I knew it would soon be replaced by something else, especially with these heels, they were very much like a park attendants spiked litter picker and no matter how I tried, they were continually picking up something.

I have literally dragged some woman’s handbag half way around the dance floor before now after the strap had got tangled up in my heel. Stupid people, they deserve to loose things if they leave them on the floor and when I’m half drunk I’m all over the place.
Put it this way, I made sure I was on the other side of the dance floor before I kicked her stupid bag off, so she would then have to run around trying to look for it.

Luckily for the drunk on the floor, I had decided to stand relatively still the next time I danced and calmly smooched for a while just behind Sunday. I slowly moved my body around and got into the slow rhythm of the bands music. I knew I had great legs and wanted to show them off as I danced, but unfortunately, the only one who would get a good view of them in this crowd, was the poor thing being shuffled around in the dirt under my shoe. It’s a shame really, because I am actually a good dancer when it comes down to it.
I closed my eyes and gently swayed from side to side without a care in the world with Sunday doing the same just in front of me. We loved dancing like this and it was just nice to be able to do a sexy dance for a change.
I could actually feel this thing under my foot as it got dragged from side to side while I danced, but after a while I got use to it and probably even forgot it was there. As horrible as that may sound, I know it only bothered me for a little while anyway, and hey, I was dancing and was more interested in the music. What the hell do you expect; I didn’t know I was dragging some guys face around every time I took a step somewhere.

Besides, even when I think about it now, it was not difficult to move my foot at all and basically it just felt like my heel was caught in another handbag and I was really not going to grovel around on the floor just to pick up someone else’s lost property. I would much rather kick this thing around under my foot all night than lower myself like that. and when it comes down to it, I had actually spent most of the earlier part of the evening kicking off rubbish and drinks cans from my heels anyway and had just got bloody fed up with it.
I couldn’t take my shoes off either because of the mess on the floor. I did think about it, but Yuk, you never know what’s down there and had I trodden on a drinks can, I would have hurt myself.
Anyway, my foot was able to get a stable hold.

Sunday then reached back behind her and pulled my arms around her waist, we then smooched a little longer as I snuggled into her back and swayed to her rhythm.
When I think about it, I was so closely cuddled up to Sundays back that her boots must have been in this poor guy’s face as well and we must both have been squashing him between our feet as we danced. How terrible really, I bet Sunday’s boots did some damage as well and all this guy must have seen was a bloody big set of heels rubbing away his face, while another set was pinning him down as the two girls wearing them danced away above him.

At one point I needed to put out my cigarette so I dropped it on the floor were it landed right next to this poor mans face. It brought him back into my view but I still simply could not work out that it was a man I was standing on. I will say again and again in my defense, it was very dark, I was really quite drunk and there really was a lot of other stuff I was treading on as well. I don’t want to go on about it, but unless you have walked on a floor like this, you will not know what I mean.
Anyway, I guess you can look at the funny side of things, I actually took his head with my foot when I trod on the cigarette butt to put it out, then I bounced his head around as I tried to scrape the flattened butt off my shoe afterwards. It was so ironic, here I was with a man’s face stuck up the arch of my shoe while I was worried about a cigarette butt being stuck under my foot and burning my shoes.

Just before I did take my eyes back away from him and really got on with it to a rocky tune the band were now playing, I saw him try to open his mouth and his tongue slipped out. He looked straight up at me even though his head was still firmly trapped sideways and completely distorted under my shoe. His little eye fluttered open and closed at me, which is really sad, because it must have been so painful and awful being were he was, I mean stuck under someone’s shoe of all things, with some silly woman looking down at him like he was just rubbish and wasn’t going to do anything for him except stare at him and squash him when she moved. I really didn’t mean to be like that and had I known, I would have done something about it. I just hate to think I was just standing there with him pinned under my shoe all this time and he must have been so frightened when I was dancing.

It must have been pure instinct, but my first reaction was to kick my foot forward to try and shake his head off my heel, which must have really pulled his head around because it seemed like it was stuck on my shoe for such a long time and I just could not get it off. Nobody batted an eyelid and must have thought I was doing some sort of weird dance or something, even Sunday picked up her rhythm and joined in.

I didn't realize that I was simply pulling this head back and forth rather than simply trying to lift my heel straight out. Besides which, his little face really was jammed tight into the arch of my shoe and he was not being very helpful to himself either.

I know this is going to sound a bit silly, but at one point he looked a bit funny stuck down there to be honest and I could shake his head around really easily. His hair looked like a mop and it was pretty awesome to have someone's face getting that crushed up and distorted under your shoe like this. I mean, it was such a weird rush and I could so easily have squashed his face up even worse if I wanted and he just seemed to be crumpled up like a discarded milk shake carton under my foot. Honestly, he did not look human at all.
The rest of my shoe was really pressing his nose sideways, leaving it broken from the force of my hard shoe hitting him the first time round and no matter how I tried I just could not shift him away. He really was stuck there getting continually trodden on, while I unknowingly used him to walk around on.

He was completely and utterly under my control, as his head had to go were ever I put my foot and goodness knows what he must have been thinking if he realized what had happened to him.
He must have thought he had died and come back as a woman’s shoe, only to be worn by me and kicked around a dance floor like I didn’t respect my own footwear or something. I can’t imagine how many scuffs and scrapes he ended up with after a few dances and he had picked up other bits of rubbish that had stuck to his face and hair making it even more unrecognizable.

Anyway, I wanted to put my other foot on his head and give the stuck stiletto a good tug, but I could not get my balance right and ended up stabbing him and wobbling all over him as I unwillingly kicked and squashed him further under my shoe. This is when the blood really started coming out and the poor face went really white. I am sure he kept passing out because he gave no resistance to my frantic kicks and stamps, or there were other people standing on his arms and things and stopping him from doing anything. He just seemed really limp on the end of my leg and didn’t do anything.

I could not help what I did and I see it as his fault for being on the floor. I shall never forgive him for having his face there in the first place and totally messing up my evening.

It is also really strange what pops into your mind at a time like this, because I had also been thinking, this guy has been looking up my mini skirt all night and I’m really glad I put on knickers. He must have had a really good view when I was dancing and probably felt like I was using him or something.

I don’t know if he had tried shouting at any time, you think he would have done, but the music was so loud it probably covered up any cry for help. In any case, how would you know where the voice was coming from in this crowd? There were lots of cheers and people singing all the time, so his voice would have been muffled and lost anyway.

After a few minuets of my silly efforts on tugging his head around and bouncing his scull under my heel, I pulled Sunday around and showed her what was happening. She casually looked down and squinted at the floor. I guess she made the same mistake as me and could not work out what the hell I was on about.
“What?” She shouted. “He’s stuck on my shoe” I replied. She looked back down to my feet again and shouted “don’t worry” she then suddenly started to kick what she thought was an old towel or rag entwined around my heel trying to get it free for me. It was so dirty by now, his face I mean, from being kicked around and stuck under my feet while I danced. Sunday would not have known any different and thought she was being helpful in her attempts to free this thing from under my shoe.
It became a bit of a comedy act with both of us trying to get this dirty face off my shoe and we totally wrecked whatever looks this poor man had. Two stupid, drunk girls kicking and stamping away on someone’s face as he lay helplessly trapped by a big stiletto heel.

I know it sounds awful, but the thing that really haunts me, is the fact that we were both looking down and giggling as we did this. I was giggling with fright and Sunday was giggling because she thought it was funny and we must have looked like two silly school girls having a great time.

Some of Sunday’s kicks were so hard, that she almost had me on the floor. She would then burst out laughing and do it again, I thought, you stupid woman, you must think it’s a game or something and had no idea of what she was kicking away at. She tried using her heel on it and even gripped both my shoulders to keep me steady while she tried scrapping away on it with the edge of her boot to try and peel it off.
In a lot of ways I just let her do it, because I just wanted this thing off my shoe.
I began to feel really ill and thought I was going to throw up, this would have been the last thing the poor man would have wished for and it’s a good job I didn’t because he would have got most of it on top of him.

Eventually I managed to pull my stiletto out of his cheek and stupidly, the first thing I did was check my heel.
I know that sounds stupid, but I stayed standing over him while he lay helplessly at my feet and lifted my foot up to check my heel. Well, they were really nice shoes and I was worried I had damaged them.
Looking back at it now, I don’t know why I did that, it was not done out of spite or anything nasty like that, but those shoes cost me a lot of money and I had just had them re heeled. Besides, I did have to go home in them as well thank you very much.

Sunday said he had no choice but to stay were he was after I had pulled my stiletto out, because I had stood on his hair and pinned him down once more as I fumbled around above him on one leg while stupidly checking my shoe. She said she could see him looking up at me in horror while I held my stiletto in my hand and started to give it a good looking over. He must have really felt abused and it makes me feel really silly to have done this, but I think it was a combination of nerves and anger over the situation and at the time, the guy on the floor was simply an irritation, like I had just trodden in dog crap and it had ruined my best shoes before the party.

By this time the guy was covered in blood and when I looked at Sunday.......she was bloody laughing!! I could not believe it, the silly cow then only wanted to start kicking him again and I’m sure she managed to catch him at least once or twice with her boot, even though I was pushing her away.
She probably wet herself with excitement and would have willingly stayed and stamped on the poor mans head had nobody noticed. It is a good job it was me rather than Sunday who had stood on the poor man as he would have had no chance under Sunday’s boots because she would really have laid into him, simply for being there.

I never got to see what he looked like afterward because I rushed off and hid by the sound engineer. Sunday soon followed and we left the drunk on the floor for someone else to find or continue to be trampled on by someone else. Sunday said she saw him with his mates while they waited for an ambulance and she said he looked like he had been in a car accident and was laid out on a couch with some St Johns ambulance people looking over him. That could mean anything, but Sunday just thinks the whole thing was funny and kept laughing about it.
She brought every newspaper under the sun the following day and eventually found a write up about it.

The paper said; “Two people seriously hurt at concert”.
Well, we knew about the one, but what happened to the other we don’t know. But at least I could feel I was not the only stupid drunk there that night and Sunday said at least he survived my dancing.
All the paper said about injuries was; multiple stab wounds and injuries to the face and torso. Oops!


Sunday was really upset she missed what happened and it was like an inquisition afterwards as she wanted to know every single detail about how it felt.

The following morning we found some blood and teeth marks on my heel and to me the whole thing was a bit scary and weird. And yes, I carried on wearing my shoes for ages afterward and why not, I really liked them. Sunday nicknamed them the jaw droppers, which I did not find funny at all.

Sunday still giggles about it even now.... bitch.

Lisa.

[xShOcKeRx]

Excellent story lisa. I know I would have at least TRIED to get your attention, some way, some how... Stellettos are nice shoes, but not for trampling LOL as you found out. Now, if it had been some chunky heels, that wouldnt have been a problem to me. I dont like being stabbed LOL

[lisalisa]

Someone once asked me to step on their face with motorcycle boots on, to which I think they classify as "chunky". Unfortunatly I kind of slipped as I stepped onto him and almost broke his jaw, lol. Putting that into a situation were I am half drunk and trying to get through a crowd would still leave your face in a pretty painfull position. I know how hard I walk and even though I am not heavy I was just trying to get my foot on the floor so I could stand up and there was so much rubbish down there, I would not have known any different, its as simple as that and if its your face I stepped on then it will hurt no matter what I was wearing. I don't under estimate your ability to take it because you guy's are pretty tough but I think I would still break something because of the situation. As for trying to get my attention, Hmm. How loud can you shout? lol.

[LuvsHerHeels]

excellent story....do you have any others please?
thanks

[lisalisa]

I had a mad idea to collect true life trample stories after what happened to me, because they are so facinating (and trust me, there are a lot of stories out there) However this was a long time ago and they are all on paper. I will try and get around to putting some of them on line when I can type them out properly.

[esclave46]

Ouf. Very exciting stroy.

[Seatboy]

Hi Lisa. I loved your story and found it very arousing to imagine myself in that lucky guy's place. I am a pain nut all the way. The more pain a woman gives me with her feet, the better I like it. I've got a few permanent scars to prove it. Let me know when you're going to another concert and where, and I'll try to be there for your floor! Lol!
Seatboy

[turbs]

Ok that was pretty damn hot!

[xShOcKeRx]

Someone once asked me to step on their face with motorcycle boots on, to which I think they classify as "chunky". Unfortunatly I kind of slipped as I stepped onto him and almost broke his jaw, lol. Putting that into a situation were I am half drunk and trying to get through a crowd would still leave your face in a pretty painfull position. I know how hard I walk and even though I am not heavy I was just trying to get my foot on the floor so I could stand up and there was so much rubbish down there, I would not have known any different, its as simple as that and if its your face I stepped on then it will hurt no matter what I was wearing. I don't under estimate your ability to take it because you guy's are pretty tough but I think I would still break something because of the situation. As for trying to get my attention, Hmm. How loud can you shout? lol.


Heh, well, I probaly wouldnt have been able to scream loud enough haha. I probaly would have just let you do it and hope for the best. I love true-life trample stories as well, and I love the ones that are unknowing.. so-far my only story I had was getting my hand ran over by a girls tire, and she still to this day probaly has no idea.

;)

[floorofspikehh]

i have to reply,i love this story!
thank you

[lisalisa]

Hi Lisa. I loved your story and found it very arousing to imagine myself in that lucky guy's place. I am a pain nut all the way. The more pain a woman gives me with her feet, the better I like it. I've got a few permanent scars to prove it. Let me know when you're going to another concert and where, and I'll try to be there for your floor! Lol!
Seatboy

I'll send you the tickets and sharpen my heels, lol

[trampleme5]

That was wonderful and thankyou for sharing it . Do you really enjoy trampling ?

[Gina]

Hey Lisa,
there are soooo many guys I have dated that love to be stepped on with spike heels. I personally enjoy seeing how much guys can take.....one of the best was this guy I met over the summer...at a camp we were working at....and he always enjoyed seeing me where my 4 inch stiletto metal heels....I would wear them with my jeans and shorts sometimes when we went into town for a few beers. These heels were sharp and came to an 1/8 inch point....anytime I stepped on the wood decks...they would leave their marks.....fun!....or on picnic tables....I left a lot of splinters with those wood eating heels....
Well we both got drunk one night..and on the way back..he said that he didnt think I was too tough...being only 5'2 and 99pounds....and that he was a football player...he could take me stepping on him...with my heels....(he was watching me all night and was such a shoe guy)
Well it was a full moon and I said..right now...on the ground....pull up your jersey and let me have at you....

Lisa, I jumped on this guy and stomped all over him...I must have dug into him 200 times....gut...chest....back....hands.... I felt my heel land on his gut....and the tension of his skin held me up.....he was getting pretty aroused...and so was I so...I started playing with his cock through his shorts with my heel....and he exploded...cum everywhere.....and then it happened as I stomped down...whoa...my heel popped through his skin in his gut....and my heel went in about an inch I figure....no blood...until I pulled my heel out........he was still in the after glow of cumming and didn't realize what happened.. I wiped my dirty shoe on his t-shirt and I stepped on his wound to apply pressure....the blood coagulated and . I helped him up.....got him back to camp...and the next morning he showed me the damages......bruises...cuts....heel tip marks...and a hole in his belly.....all from a 99 pound girl in spikey heels.....
I must say that I enjoyed it a lot.........and he did too....we get together off and on...and he ALWAYS leaves with tons of marks.....next time I will tell you what I did to him with my track spikes......

Spikingly,
GINA

[Rugboy3]

Fatastic story! Instant classic.

[flapjak]

Great story! I'd love to hear some real-life stories also, Lisalisa. :)

[flapjak]

Dear Gina, how do you find so many guys that you date that love to be stomped on with spikes? :confused: Do you use a trample fetish dating service? LOL

[lisalisa]

Heh, well, I probaly wouldnt have been able to scream loud enough haha. I probaly would have just let you do it and hope for the best. I love true-life trample stories as well, and I love the ones that are unknowing.. so-far my only story I had was getting my hand ran over by a girls tire, and she still to this day probaly has no idea.

;)

I would have thought that getting your hand run over was enough, lol. But then If your the same as most people I know who have this fetish, nothing is ever enough and you will continue to search for the ultimate and continue to get bits of yourself squashed as you go. I guess that's why I like you guys so much and is a big part of why I like trampling you. However, reading about you getting your hand run over reminds me of a young man who almost lost his hand in the desire to get it walked on. He found himself a place under a hedge next to a public pathway, slid his hand into a flattened out long thin cardboard box and stuck it out on the walkway to be trodden on. It worked for the first few days he tried it and thought he was onto a winner. Lots of people trod on it because it looked like rubbish on the floor and he was well pleased with himself. Unfortunatly, along came a woman with a push chair/pram and as she rolled it over his hand, his cardboard disguise got scooped up by the wheel and trapped in the little mudguard. The woman came to a sudden halt as the boys fingers acted like a break when they became entangled in her wheels and his arm was almost pulled out of it's socket from the force of the woman pushing it. There was absolutally no sympathy for the boy at all, because when the woman realized she had this peice of rubbish trapped in the wheel of her pram, she simply placed her boot onto the poor boys arm and stood on it while she shoved and shoved to free her push chair so she could carry on walking. Needless to say, the young man will never play the piano and it shows how dangerous it can be when you play with a womans feet without her knowing.

I am pleased you still have your hand after your incident and could you please answer a question I have wanted to know for a long time.... is part of the turn on the fact that the girl still has no idea as to what she did, or will it make no difference?

[xShOcKeRx]

....I have wanted to know for a long time.... is part of the turn on the fact that the girl still has no idea as to what she did, or will it make no difference?


Well lisa, honestaly its nice and really great if a girl/woman wants to do it... but to me I like it alot more when they dont know, of course I always play it safe. But its the thrill knowing "She isnt going to show mercy" because she doesnt know. And then there is the THRILL of not knowing if im going to be caught. For some reason that last part is like an adrenalin rush.

It really honestaly doesnt hurt, My hand was ran over by a SUV once on pavement... it didnt hurt really, just made treadmarks on it and it was kinda bruised the next day. All in all its just another lil thing haha. Wow how I wish I lived in england right now. I'd let ya do whatever you wanted rofl. But I wouldnt like the gas prices!!! :pbbbbblt:

[lisalisa]

And then there is the THRILL of not knowing if im going to be caught. For some reason that last part is like an adrenalin rush.


thank you for your reply to my question. I now know why little boy's go all white and pale when they are spotted under a table or hiding in the hay out in the stable when the girls are packing up their pony equipment. They look so embarrassed as if they have been found guilty of some huge crime and it takes days for them to talk to you again, lol. I guess hiding and getting away with it must be a big part of the kick to which being turned into an inanimate object by a woman is as good as the actual trampling itself. However, I struggle with this sometimes because I had a really nice chap beg me to ignore him and simply trample him all over as I walked around the room. Unfortunatly, he was a jolly good size and it was a bit like trying to walk on a folded double matress. I could not ignore him anymore than if someone had parked a dumper truck in my front room and felt so sorry for him because I would just end up giggling away as I stumbled around on him like I was climbing everest in high heels. I guess it ended o.k. though because I just sat on his tummy and watched t.v. telling him he was now my arm chair.
He must have loved it because he just lay there and smiled away to himself, bless him!
Anyway, you sound like a nice guy yourself and I hope you manage to find your ultimate, don't get run over too many times though because I don't care what you say, it sounds painful to me!
I can always try riding over you on my horse if you like, I have never found anyone willing to try that, but you never know, lol. and your more than welcome in England. XX

[DD imprint]

Thank you Lisa, that was a great story, very descriptive, I could see every move. Your prose style is refreshingly different too - sounded like reading from a diary.
Cheers
DDi

[xShOcKeRx]

thank you for your reply to my question. I now know why little boy's go all white and pale when they are spotted under a table or hiding in the hay out in the stable when the girls are packing up their pony equipment. They look so embarrassed as if they have been found guilty of some huge crime and it takes days for them to talk to you again, lol. I guess hiding and getting away with it must be a big part of the kick to which being turned into an inanimate object by a woman is as good as the actual trampling itself. However, I struggle with this sometimes because I had a really nice chap beg me to ignore him and simply trample him all over as I walked around the room. Unfortunatly, he was a jolly good size and it was a bit like trying to walk on a folded double matress. I could not ignore him anymore than if someone had parked a dumper truck in my front room and felt so sorry for him because I would just end up giggling away as I stumbled around on him like I was climbing everest in high heels. I guess it ended o.k. though because I just sat on his tummy and watched t.v. telling him he was now my arm chair.
He must have loved it because he just lay there and smiled away to himself, bless him!
Anyway, you sound like a nice guy yourself and I hope you manage to find your ultimate, don't get run over too many times though because I don't care what you say, it sounds painful to me!
I can always try riding over you on my horse if you like, I have never found anyone willing to try that, but you never know, lol. and your more than welcome in England. XX

LOL actualy I would try that... Ive seen videos of it and it looks like fun. One would need.

- Two old tires, one to cover up my face so I didnt accidentaly get face trampled by the horse, and one to cover up my balls. Unless you didnt want it there then we could leave that one out LOL :eek:

- Shovle to dig a ditch - then you can bury me
- Oh yeah, a sleeping back. Idk why but they say it protects you.. :think:

Im considering joining the navy... and they visit places like europe all the time... If im ever in the country... i'll give you a hollar :eyebrows:

Im actualy pretty immobile right now... I actualy probaly wont be getting around much since my back got screwed up..... so I just lay here waiting on my medical case to be granted so I can finialy get surgery.


guess this place doesnt have private messages hah, oh well... www.myspace.com/codymcswain <--- its me.

Be sure you check out my cars LOL and my goofy outfits.

[trampleme5]

Hi Lisalisa
Where in England are you as i,d love to be trampled by you sometime ?

[lisalisa]

Hi Lisalisa
Where in England are you as i,d love to be trampled by you sometime ?

Hmm, and I thought I joined a forum. Never mind, would you like to be trampled by a horse....She is jolly big and I will sit on top of it!

[xShOcKeRx]

Hmm, and I thought I joined a forum. Never mind, would you like to be trampled by a horse....She is jolly big and I will sit on top of it!

:rofl: LOL I wanna see this!!!! hahaha get it on video

[trampleme5]

I apologise for speaking out of turn . It would be a big horse lol now i,m wondering if i could take it if i was under a mattress or something similar.

[lisalisa]

I apologise for speaking out of turn . It would be a big horse lol now i,m wondering if i could take it if i was under a mattress or something similar.

Who said anything about padding?

[trampleme5]

well i was hoping you would take pity on an old man .

[xShOcKeRx]

well i was hoping you would take pity on an old man .


LOL!!!!!

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Hmmmm mattress eh? Yeah I would deffentaly try that first... But knowing me, lisa Id let you ride over me all day if you wanted :eyebrows:

[swissair]

wow wow wow Mistress Lisa, this is the best story i have ever read on the forum !!! wow wow wow....i am very often in london :) if u fancy to trample a good looking swiss pilot, i would dream to be your rug.

swissair, always on the ground

[xShOcKeRx]

wow wow wow Mistress Lisa, this is the best story i have ever read on the forum !!! wow wow wow....i am very often in london :) if u fancy to trample a good looking swiss pilot, i would dream to be your rug.

swissair, always on the ground

LOL dream rug to her horse !!!!! :eek:

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DO IT!!!! FTMFW!!! :sniper:

lisa ive got a present for you

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2voknKO7J0&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOUU6E3u9ic&feature=related

[Wokon by]

Im happy you all are keeping score.. but please make some bonus points and supply us with the new chapter of this great story.. the suspense....

[xShOcKeRx]

Lisa would you like to :whip: me LOL

xShOcKeRx +1

[kalkar]

First of all, you are a amazing princess Lisa.

I have a question for you,

Well,

I am going to write you a childhood experience in order to explain how I lost many valuable items under uncaring heels of cruel ladies. I like women who naturally use men and their money for their comfort and when a beautiful woman wears high heels its a man duty to keep them clean.

But other than that, I am really not into slave or dildo type of things, just I couldn't say "no" when my ex-girlfriend wanted to dance on me and she forgot to take off her nine west high heels... It is never easy to be a man :))

Here one my experiences:

Some items are very valuable for the owners like souvenirs, certificates or paintings and when you put it on the floor, beneath the feet of an uncaring goddess there isn't turn back. You just watch what will happen to your very valuable souvenir demolish slowly beneath the shoe of unknowing or uncaring lady. It is like a sacrifice yo your goddess. I like to share one of my childhood memories especially with you Princess Nina:

"There is an open market (bazaar) here on every week. mostly women are shopping grocery and textile along the streets of town. I brought my certificate of "felicitation" that ı earned through very hard work in high school and placed it to the ground next to a shoe stand. (it is not a story, ı love the stories and writers but it is a experience) ı was lingering there to see what happens to my certificate and the first woman who saw it, after a second of hesitation decided to use it to try shoes. (to avoid her stockings get dirty from street) After her it was decided: my precious certificate would serve as trying rug for the ladies. thay used one after one and step on it first barefoot or with panties (little damage) and with the new shoes or sandals.( heel marks, cuts and dirts.) One beautiful and gigantic lady trying some type of platform stilettos with needle heels, cuts my certificate in pieces. at the and of day it was unrecognizable and ı looked the ruined paper to see my name or smt. to read but no chance. "

My Princess, If you were shopping in that bazaar and see my very hard earned certificate on the ground next to shoe stand, what would be your reaction? Would you try shoe on it or not, thinking not to damage a very important souvenir...Please describe it with details...

I hope to hear from you too...

[xShOcKeRx]

^+1 I believe I read a strory like that somewere before.. I think it was on the old foottales.com site.. but good read.

[kiko]

One of the best stories in a loooooooooooooooooooooooong time !!!
Thank you so much for this sexy detailes - I´d love to read more like these.

KIKO

[hellbentforleatherr]

Hmm, and I thought I joined a forum. Never mind, would you like to be trampled by a horse....She is jolly big and I will sit on top of it!

Lisalisalisa,

That story was one of the most remarkably sadistic ones that I've read in some time. Please maam... I want more....

And I chose to reply to this reply, 'cause I am absolutely jones'd about the thought a Englishwoman who would ride her jolly big horse over the boys.

Hellbentforleatherr

[lisalisa]

I hope to hear from you too...

Sorry, I am doing a horse show this bank holiday weekend and will not be able to reply until wednesday. I will try and catch up if I can!!.

[xShOcKeRx]

Nice! Good luck with this weekend

[hellbentforleatherr]

Sorry, I am doing a horse show this bank holiday weekend and will not be able to reply until wednesday. I will try and catch up if I can!!.

Horse show, God I can't take it. Lisa, well hay (pun intended) if you have some down time after the show, here's a story about a girl and her horse that you might enjoy, and it's a jolly big one.

Hunting Bums
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=83846

[door_step]

Fantasc story Lissa: thanks for sharing this great event :pbbbbblt:
doorstep

[lisalisa]

Thank you for all your comments on the story and I'm sorry I could not respond over the past few days. Firstly, Mr shocker... Yes, I will whip you...bloody hard!! or better still I will use my riding crop on you, I have just the right one for the job so watch out. I WILL catch up with you some time don't worry about that!! And why do you get all the points?
O.K, as for riding over someone on a horse, lol. I did read on this forum that some people say it is not true trample because it's not a human foot doing the trampling. I guess it's a long debatable subject to which you can talk about until your red in the face. However, from a girls point of view I think it would be rather good fun, especially if I could get a hoof resting right on the chest, it would be fun to look down as I shouted tally ho and booted my horse into a quick canter, lol. Or maybe I could just get the horse to trample around a bit and see what happens. I know it takes little time to rip up any soft turf because my horse is so big and her shoes would simply smother your whole face... Hmm, nice turn on for me, lol.
Mr hellbentforleatherr, thank you for the story. I enjoyed it very much and have come across similar situations myself where a little skirmish has occured. I never thought of spitting on someone but after reading your story I think I will try it next time. I'm not sure how far I can spit because I don't really practice it much and have always relied on my kicking ability before now. I did kick someone in the face once and sent him reeling to the floor, then watched with delight as he crawled off on all fours. I should have spat at him if I had thought...next time I will.
I have also squashed someone against a wall with the rump of my horse and smacked him a few times over the head with my crop, I know it hurt because I could feel the bump as it hit him, he could not do much because he was stuck tight as my horse leaned on him.
Anyway, you sound like you enjoy that sort of thing Mr leather so I might get in touch if I need to practice.
Mr Kalkar, I like your story but why would you want your certificate used like that? Personally, I would much prefer to use you instead and If I saw what you were up to I would have you on the floor to which I would use you to test out my new shoes on instead. As for your certificate, yes of course I would use it...after I had squashed you!
Finally, ..a good looking pilot!....always on the ground! I like your style but who told you that you were good looking and what makes you think you would have any looks when I've finished trampling you...I will never look at a pilot the same way again and will keep my eye out for anyone in uniform looking at my shoes next time I go through heathrow.
Oh, and Mr leather, I'm pleased your amused by my "jolly" English way of talking. One cannot help how one talks you know, especially if one went to a jolly good boarding school as a child, lol. I'm really "Jones'd" about it too!
I will now rummage through some of the true stories I have and will type them out. Most of them are only short but I will give myself licence and extend them a bit. Jolly good!

[trampleme5]

Lisa i can only say that your replys are almost as good as the story and i very much doubt that you will ever be short of people to trample with or without your horse .
Thankyou for the time and effort you put into this .

[kalkar]

Well, being your rug during shoe shop would be an honor for me...

But, the thing with the diploma, it is like sacrificing smt. to an uncaring princess. A very valuable paper that I ve spent 6 year of my life to get, is under your feet and your only concern is to keep your stockings and new shoes clean. The wounds from trampling can be healed (or not :) but your every move on my diploma will damage an important souvenir forever...

Can you please describe me which shoes would you try and what would be the condition of my diploma after each of them...

Thanks, I am dying for your answer...

Kalkar

[xShOcKeRx]

lol lisa you are ftw! lol. The horse in my opinion is like a medium, kind of like a shoe. However if I was there I would lay down in the path of your horse and let you do whatever your heart desired. would be good fun hehe. Btw what all WOULD you do to me? LOL

[lisalisa]

lol lisa you are ftw! lol. Btw what all WOULD you do to me? LOL

Mr shocker, I have no idea what you are trying to say because I don't know what these funny text type things are. I must be having a blonde moment or something but please explain them properly or write in english you naughty boy!

[lisalisa]

Lisa i can only say that your replys are almost as good as the story and i very much doubt that you will ever be short of people to trample with or without your horse .
Thankyou for the time and effort you put into this .

Your so sweet Mr trampleme5 and I thank you for your comments. In fact after thinking of you struggling away under your matress as I ride my horse over you and hearing you say "have pity on an old man" I simply could not bring myself to see you getting squashed or trampled by anything!
However, there is one job open at the stable to which you may find interesting.... firstly you would have to be stripped naked and be hung on the ladies tack room wall. You could then be used as a notice board for all our winning rosettes and would have them pinned on you by all the girls each time they won a show. We win a lot of shows and you would look very pretty after only a couple of days. I would leave it up to the girls as to were they pinned them, but I'm sure their imagination would not let them down. Its a full time job and you would be safely locked away in the tack room each night because I'm sure the girls would be upset if their rosettes went missing. You would be very much admired and would be doing the girls a big favour by being their little notice board as they currently have knowhere to pin things.
If you don't fancy that, we are always in need of sadle racks.
Personally, I think all these positions are much safer than hiding under a matress although if you are really, really pesistant, then a matress it must be.

[Slaveboy_222222]

As trampleme5 says it ''your replys are almost as good as the story'' :D

thx for all story and sharing life style with us Miss Lisa,i guess there would be no more joyful act in the world than slowly getting killed under the boots of yours after your horse riding show...females are always superior and should be always above than us..males were born to be the ground you walk on

horses are royal creatures with high class ladies on them :D though it'd be a great honor for me even if i get to be worthy enough that's equal to the horse waste under your riding boots Miss Lisa

[kalkar]

you are a genuinely sadistic princess Lisa, I love your replies, where is mine?

Beneath your feet.

kalkar

[trampleme5]

Thankyou for the kind words Lisa you are a true Goddess and it would be a great honour to serve you in any way i could although it would be nice to get trampled by you and the girls from time to time but of course that would be up to you . I live in Lancashire and if thats anywhere near you i would gladly put myself at your disposal any time you wish .
trampleme5

[lisalisa]

where is mine?


kalkar

your waiting like a good boy should!

[xShOcKeRx]

Mr shocker, I have no idea what you are trying to say because I don't know what these funny text type things are. I must be having a blonde moment or something but please explain them properly or write in english you naughty boy!

lol sorry mistress, FTW = For the Win, Btw = By The Way lol

[kalkar]

I will, like you say, beneath your feet...

[hellbentforleatherr]

Hello Lisa,

Sorry for not getting back with you sooner. I do like the boot-in-stirrup pics. They seem to be right there at eye level. Was someone on their knees? What is / was Trample Lodge? Was it a vacation getaway of sorts?

Now as to all those wonderfully terrible things you've typed:
O.K, as for riding over someone on a horse, lol. I did read on this forum that some people say it is not true trample because it's not a human foot doing the trampling. I guess it's a long debatable subject to which you can talk about until your red in the face. Oh your absolutely right Lisa! Not only does it need to be a human foot, but it must be in this shoe or that shoe or no shoe. Boots are okay but riding boots are out 'cause the heels are flat. Western boots are too masculine. And never do it in the morning! There is a huge breadth of what tickles people's fancies. I've never understood this point of view that what "I" like is the one-true-way. But why argue with them. It's like trying to teach a pig to sing; it wastes your time and it annoys the pig.
Mr hellbentforleatherr, thank you for the story. I enjoyed it very much and have come across similar situations myself where a little skirmish has occured. I never thought of spitting on someone but after reading your story I think I will try it next time. I'm not sure how far I can spit because I don't really practice it much and have always relied on my kicking ability before now. I did kick someone in the face once and sent him reeling to the floor, then watched with delight as he crawled off on all fours. I should have spat at him if I had thought...next time I will.To be perfectly honest, spitting is not really my thing. I've been spat upon once or twice and it's the sort of thing that brings people out swinging! Interesting how visceral the reaction is. I was really trying to maybe broaden the appeal a bit...as I know there are a lot of fans of spitting. But I will say that while I was trying to get the scene straight in my mind that I came to see that even while I was neutral, she really liked it! She looked forward to it!
I have also squashed someone against a wall with the rump of my horse and smacked him a few times over the head with my crop, I know it hurt because I could feel the bump as it hit him, he could not do much because he was stuck tight as my horse leaned on him.Lisa, I don't want to bore everyone, most especially you, but I truly would like to hear more about this... I had a picture of you all dolled up with dark coat and cream jodhpurs to ride to the hounds, and one of those nasty hunt sab sods spoiling your fun. It the risk of seeming to mock a significant social struggle, I DO LOVE the pro/anti debate! It's great to watch from afar.
However, from a girls point of view I think it would be rather good fun, especially if I could get a hoof resting right on the chest, it would be fun to look down as I shouted tally ho and booted my horse into a quick canter, lol. Or maybe I could just get the horse to trample around a bit and see what happens. I know it takes little time to rip up any soft turf because my horse is so big and her shoes would simply smother your whole face... Hmm, nice turn on for me, lol.

Anyway, you sound like you enjoy that sort of thing Mr leather so I might get in touch if I need to practice.Lisa thank you very much for that remarkable tease. I'm going to be brutally honest. :-) I like to play all the easy games, the ones with a little sting, being stepped upon, sat upon, kissing things usually unkissed, but when it comes to being trodden by your jolly big horse then I turn into a big sissy. The survival instinct kicks in and my imagination makes the subtle but critical shift from victim to voyeur. But I would love to watch, or to help. After all, I like my sadism, too.

Here's a terribly long story that will bore the non-horsey readers, but I could see you playing the woman in the film version. Perhaps we could read lines together!

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc6/trample.txt
Mr leather, I'm pleased your amused by my "jolly" English way of talking. One cannot help how one talks you know, especially if one went to a jolly good boarding school as a child, lol. I'm really "Jones'd" about it too!
I will now rummage through some of the true stories I have and will type them out. Most of them are only short but I will give myself licence and extend them a bit. Jolly good!Jolly jolly Lisa, I am very amused by it. Lay it on think. And thanks again for the tease. I would enjoy very very much hearing your stories, short or long. Do they teach young girls how to sit a horse at these jolly good boarding schools? Perhaps I could get a job grooming and mucking out?

hellbentforleatherr@hotmail.com

[lisalisa]

Mr leather, testing one two, one two. lol

[flyest826]

Wow that was a great story Lisa.You have anymore unknow stories. That would be great

[lisalisa]

i guess there would be no more joyful act in the world than slowly getting killed under the boots of yours after your horse riding show

Hmm, your very, very tempting slaveboy especially with a name like that!
You are of course quite right, but there are probably far more things I would like to do to you before I kill you under my boots. It would be a shameful waste if thats all I did and I am not one to waste things very much. Can I practice my spitting on you first and maybe a little riding crop practice before the next hunt?
Or, as you like horse waste so much, you could always be our boot scrapper to which we could clean our boots on before we enter the house (please see photos) our last boot scrapper got its jaw broken because the girls are just so rough and always in a hurry. They do insist on pulling their boots off by jamming their heels into its mouth and tugging away, naughty things!
After that we can see about the killing thing, no problem.

[Slaveboy_222222]

Wow thx for the job offerings Miss Lisa, If a thing has no meaning there's no reason for it to exist at all i guess just as we humble slaves exist to serve female superior beings and be their properties to make ourselves useful :D

my mind is half gone now because of reading Mr. Leather reply and trying it to understand it :P all these replies here make this thread a living story oh as he's not keen to do spitting i could willingly replace his position for you Miss Lisa if you give me permission, it'd be a great honor for me to have your royal spittle get dry on my face oh if you wish you could do your daily cropping exercise on me with until you get tired

oh i know the Great Britain is always under rain but if i'm worthy for it being your boot scrapper for your club would be the highest position i would get in my life(you could replace me after my jaw is broken :D) i'm from Turkey and the ladies like you are never to be seen in real life here,

thx Miss Lisa for not thinking to kill me instantly without using first, though i would really like to die under your boot for you whenever you want, thx i've a pic here sorry it may look bad i took it myself :P

http://aycu35.webshots.com/image/2314/2000194902270590578_rs.jpg

[Wokon by]

LISA LISA GREAT story..

but I guess this tread got side tracked and it is NO longer about the stories but a mixture of Picture ( which if I;m not mistaken IS a different section and should of been started or moved there!--- moderators hint??!?---) and banter

Well, Miss Lisa If you wish to continue another chapter I for one would like to read it
I'm just disappointed how it no longer has ANYTHING to do with the story at the title of this post?


I guess this is now becoming a 'work in progress' narrative :)

[esclave46]

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc6/trample.txt
Old story but Very exciting story

[rugman]

I've moved the argument to this (http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?p=728500#post728500) thread in the Flame Pit. If you want to continue to follow that topic, do it there. Don't continue to take this rather excellent thread off topic.

The next person who attempts to continue the argument in this thread will be sitting it out on the sidelines for a minimum of two weeks. I suggest, strongly, that you take my hint.

[rugman]

LisaLisa, that is a great post! And I really do love your clear and enticingly erotic writing style.

Favorite paragraph:
Sunday then reached back behind her and pulled my arms around her waist, we then smooched a little longer as I snuggled into her back and swayed to her rhythm.
When I think about it, I was so closely cuddled up to Sundays back that her boots must have been in this poor guy’s face as well and we must both have been squashing him between our feet as we danced. How terrible really, I bet Sunday’s boots did some damage as well and all this guy must have seen was a bloody big set of heels rubbing away his face, while another set was pinning him down as the two girls wearing them danced away above him.
(I just wanted to read it again :) )

And your continued interactions, like others have said here, have been fantastic. Please do continue with this outstanding thread. You have some very intriguing perspectives.

[wormee]

Lisalisa, we must attend a rock concert together sometime. i would love to be squashed by You

[Cosmoc]

LisaLisa,loved the story,can't wait till you post more.I would love to be under your heels if I'm ever in England:bananadan

[lisalisa]

Lisalisa, we must attend a rock concert together sometime. i would love to be squashed by You

lol, I cannot help but answer this.....
Yes Mr wormee I would love to attend a concert with you and with a name like yours I could not help but squash you. However, are you quite sure you wish to be squashed in the same manner as in the story, or would you be quite content for me to use your head to stand on and help me look over the crowd. I always find myself behind a group of tall people and often need that little boost to see over their sholders. As long as you can find your own way back home after the show and you don't mind other people trampling on you as well then the pleasure will be all mine.
My friend Sunday usually comes with me to gigs so just be careful or she will have fun kicking you just to see if your still there.
I will let her stand on your chest if she's good although she is quite tall and will only need to stand on you to show off.

[trampleme5]

Well Lisa i,m struck dumb with awe and admiration . Rock concerts are,nt my thing i,d much prefer to get used as something to clean your boots on at the stables ......and any other females of course . Thankyou for your posts they are truly wonderful .

[lisalisa]

Mr trampleme, oh there are a few jobs I have lined up for you don't worry. Next time you see a dark blue range rover with a horse box in tow, you know your taxi has arrived. Lancashire is not that far away for something so useful.

[trampleme5]

i shall wait at your service and i do have transport should you need me

[rugman]

(Ken zips over to ticketmaster.com, looks up his account, sees what concerts are coming up this summer... :D )

Apparently I have absolutely no choice but to pay continual attention to this thread. This is pretty amazing. I think I'm hooked.

[wormee]

Lisalisa, it would be an honor for me if You used my head to stand on, and my body for Your friends. You sound like a pretty amazing woman.

[trampleme5]

Lisalisa, it would be an honor for me if You used my head to stand on, and my body for Your friends. You sound like a pretty amazing woman.

I think pretty amazing is a little mild personally i think Lisa is the most amazing girl i,ve ever met in my whole life

[madman1_rug]

lol, I cannot help but answer this.....
Yes Mr wormee I would love to attend a concert with you and with a name like yours I could not help but squash you. However, are you quite sure you wish to be squashed in the same manner as in the story, or would you be quite content for me to use your head to stand on and help me look over the crowd. I always find myself behind a group of tall people and often need that little boost to see over their sholders. As long as you can find your own way back home after the show and you don't mind other people trampling on you as well then the pleasure will be all mine.
My friend Sunday usually comes with me to gigs so just be careful or she will have fun kicking you just to see if your still there.
I will let her stand on your chest if she's good although she is quite tall and will only need to stand on you to show off.


What a turn on this thread of yours is... unfortunately I'm in the USA and will missed out being under your whatever shoes or boots you will be wearing at a future concert while standing on my face. :blush: You seem like a tramplee dream to me.

[wormee]

From Your profile i see that You're also intrested in singing and film making, which i find intresting as i'm a bass player and (aspiring) screen writer. i've also lived in England. Aside from the trampling it seems we've got a few things in common. i was interested in getting to know You on a pen-pal level, but i understand You were having some problems with tons of e-mail requests.

[steponmeinheels]

Mr trampleme, oh there are a few jobs I have lined up for you don't worry. Next time you see a dark blue range rover with a horse box in tow, you know your taxi has arrived. Lancashire is not that far away for something so useful.
Hi Lisa, this is my first post on this forum, I had to tell you how much I loved your story, SUPERB!!!
p.s if you have any more little jobs lined up woteva they mite be or you just fancy some fresh meat to sink your heels into i'd be honoured to serve you!

[lisalisa]

(Ken zips over to ticketmaster.com, looks up his account, sees what concerts are coming up this summer... :D )




Mr Kenrug zips back home, dosn't tell Lisa or Sunday if he's booked a concert or not, leaving two girls waiting impatiently for days with their bags packed and looking forward to a great night out.....naughty Mr kenrug!

[lisalisa]

this is my first post on this forum,


Thank you for giving me your first post Mr steponmeinheels.
And yes, I love fresh meat!

[door_step]

Well Lisa i,m struck dumb with awe and admiration . Rock concerts are,nt my thing i,d much prefer to get used as something to clean your boots on at the stables ......and any other females of course . Thankyou for your posts they are truly wonderful .

trampleme couldn't have said it better.
Our only difference is that I would prefer your way of visiting rock concerts :pbbbbblt:

doorstep

[lisalisa]

I would prefer your way of visiting rock concerts




To be honest, I have noticed people on the floor at pretty much every concert I have been to if there is standing room only and I'm supprised that there are so few accidents of this nature.
On the odd occassion I personally come across someone who is so helplessly drunk and sprawled out on the floor, that they probably deserve to be stood on just for being annoying and so open to invitation.

I have absolutely no quibble about standing on someone if I need to see over the crowd and in fact would take much delight in giving them a couple of good stearn stamps just to see if they can hold me until I have finished.

I was at an open air concert in the south of England a couple of years ago where a man was lying in the mud having intoxicated himself with a rather smelly weed and bottles of extra strong beer. His buddies had all walked off and left him to fend for himself as the audience began to get bigger and bigger.

I watched with pure delight (because im a bitch like that, lol) as the crowd slowly surrounded him while he lay there gurgling away to the band that was playing.
Eventually, he disapeared under all those people who must have simply been unaware that he was there and were concentrating on seeing the band rather than the muddy, lumpy ground under their feet.

The last time I caught sight of him there was a pair of bright pink rubber boots next to his head that were being worn by a young lady who looked like she could do with a boost up to see the stage. I thought, one more step forward missy and you will find a nice gurgling rock on which to stand and give yourself a few more inches to look over big boys shoulders standing in front of you.

Unfortunatly, I never saw what happened because the crowd became just too much and I moved to find another spot where I could carry on dancing.

Because of what happened to me, I notice these boys doing the same thing time after time and often wonder if somewhere down the line, I will catch one of them again and this time do as my friend Sunday says.... give them what for and see how long they can take your weight, then if they shout up at you, casually look down and say in your best girly voice; oooh, sorry sir, do you want me to get off or can I stay a little longer until the end of this track? lol.

It's been so nice to get so many offers to accompany me to my next concert and maybe I should put the names in a hat and pick one next time I go.
I will wear my shortest mini skirt so you don't get bored while I dance away on top of you and make sure I have on my biggest heels so you really get the point.

I must however, insist you purchase all the drinks before hand, so I get a cheap night out as well as my own personal dance floor.

Oh, and Sunday has just nodded to me to say you must have your own transport, as the luggage compartment in our vehicle often get's soiled when we give people a lift back home and we have just had a new carpet put in.

I'm sorry I have not answered Mr Wormee, lol. I will!

And I love the Dutch, you guys are fantastic and unreserved is an understatement, lol XX

[chairboy]

Hi lisalisa,

hi there :) i have sent you an email (at the aol address) woudl be great to chat to you soon.

take care,
chairboy.

[flapjak]

Lisalisa (not to be confused with the lady and her Cult Jam members in the 1980's) - you are such a terrific new addition to this community! I am really appreciating your evil outlook on things! :devil:

Please put my name in your hat for the lottery! :eyebrows:

[lisalisa]

I am really appreciating your evil outlook on things!



I'm not evil.......I'm a wickle angel, lol

[Rugboy3]

Love your outlook and attitude! I only wish I could see you in action. I have a feeling you're going to be a star on this forum. I hope to hear and see more from you. If you're ever in Boston please look me up. I'd be happy to be your welcome mat!

[steponmeinheels]

Thank you for giving me your first post Mr steponmeinheels.
And yes, I love fresh meat!
you're very welcome lisa! Please can my name also be thrown into the hat for this little jaunt to the festivals, I have loads of room in my car, i'm sure I could keep your drinks flowing and the thought of you in your short skirt and heels...... oh my god that would be a day to remember and hopefully id have the scars from your heels to make sure I neva forgot. Take care and once again great work

[kalkar]

Lisa , my cruel princess, imagine you and your friend were in a concert wearing white high heel sandals or something like that and the floor were moody.

I am in the crowd and some of very valuable souvenir of mine (diploma, photos, award papers) fall down to the ground without my notice. What would be your reaction?

Kalkar

[wormee]

I'm sorry I have not answered Mr Wormee, lol. I will!


Ok Mistress. i'll just wait down here on the floor patiently

[lisalisa]

ooh, i'm sorry Mr wormee. I didn't see you. It's a good job you said something then as I was just about to step on you down there. So, how can I contact you? or are you contacting me sometime. Do you have tickets to a concert?

[kalkar]

What about me my princess? I am still waiting for an answer beneath your heels and you didn't even notice...

[wormee]

ooh, i'm sorry Mr wormee. I didn't see you. It's a good job you said something then as I was just about to step on you down there. So, how can I contact you? or are you contacting me sometime. Do you have tickets to a concert?

And that would eb a bad thing? LOL
wormee_ca@yahoo.ca
i'm not sure of Your e-mail, and i wish i had concert tickets.

[JayGil]

Amazing thread. I'm sure the story will be remembered for long. Lisalisa and Sunday have a welcome mat on many hearts already, and i'm glad to see these girls keep standing on them. Wish we please them.
About the concert, i believe there are some musicians around here. I'd ask the musicians here to play something to be danced bouncing-style :D.
Lisalisa, how many girls friends have you got? 'cause with only two legs and feet you'll have to visit too many hearts during one concert night.

[lisalisa]

I am still waiting for an answer beneath your heels and you didn't even notice...

I wondered what that squishy thing was down there Mr Kalkar ….oop’s, I’m sorry, me and my big feet…..oh dear…. yuk! Mr Kalkar I’m going to have to scrape you off now!

You seem to loose a lot of your personal and valuable possessions Mr Kalkar and I guess if you dropped something like you’re diploma at a concert, you would not get it back in quite the same condition as when you first had it… especially if I was there, lol.

I’m not sure about the white sandals, but if the heels were thin enough then I guess they would be okay.

My first reaction of course, would be to laugh if I saw you drop something. I would think, silly boy, he will not get that back, lol. If it were to come my way I guess I would use it to clean my white sandals with, after all, you say the floor would be muddy and although I like nice squishy things under my shoes, it gets a bit yucky when it starts spreading around my toes. If that were you squishing around inside my sandals, that would be fine, but mud….hmm! I would then defiantly feel the need to use your diploma to clean up with and then stick the tatty thing back in your pocket as I walked passed you, lol. See, I’m not all that bad; at least you would get it back!

I guess if it was your photo Mr Kalkar, I could always stick my slender heel through it if you were good looking and carry it around a while. If you saw it, I would make you take it off while you kneeled before me.

But, take it from me, I would much rather use you to stand on, rather than your possessions. You would be much better to jump around on and save my feet from getting all muddy in the first place and I could blame you for choosing white sandals to wear in a muddy field.


Thank you Mr Jaygil. I could always invite my old boarding school pals. It would be a bit like St Trinnians dancing away on top of you, but we would certainly have a great time. However, I think you may struggle to get back up again very quickly, lol.

[kalkar]

Oh god how can you be so cruel? Use a diploma that a poor boy spent 6 years of his life to clean your shoes. Destroy his past without even a second thought?

And about using my chest and face as step, what would look like my face after a long concert under you and your drunk girl friends? Is it safe?

:)
Kalkar

[lisalisa]

Six years, is that all Mr Kalkar? But what about my shoes? If you drop things on the floor then you should expect nothing less. Besides, if you had offered to get on the floor in the first place, then you would still have your diploma.

So remember, next time your at a concert and you see a poor girl struggling away in the mud, please just lay down in front of her, point to your chest and smile. I am sure she will know exactly what you’re offering and take you up on it without hesitation. I know I would anyway! Especially if I was wearing high heels in the mud.

As for what you looked like after the show, well that depends on the type of music and how many friends I had with me, lol.

Blues: lots of heel marks.

R and B: pretty messy I would imagine.

Rock: “yuck! What is that you’re stepping in Lisa?” Lol.

Free for all (and very drunk): “oh my goodness, someone’s dropped their take away meal and you have just ground it all into the floor Lisa. At least that’s what it looks like to me!..... Clean your shoes off before you get into my car when we go home,” lol.

As for being safe! Well I hope so…I wouldn’t want to hurt myself like sprain my ankle or anything!

[rugman]

Spectacularly brutal and inventive. I am simply enjoying the heck out of this thread - wow!

[kalkar]

Oh no! I were planning to keep that diploma as a souvenir of my youth. Is it still in mint condition after you and your friend usage?

And about being your rug, I really wonder if in real life (no fantasy, no story) a boy offer his body and face in a concert as leverage for you and girl friends do you REALLY use him as a rug? If you're answer is yes this very dangerous for man like me...

[trampleme5]

Lisa your the girl of my dreams..........i would love to really get to know you better

[rugman]

And about being your rug, I really wonder if in real life (no fantasy, no story) a boy offer his body and face in a concert as leverage for you and girl friends do you REALLY use him as a rug? If you're answer is yes this very dangerous for man like me...
Good question. I know that were I in a situation where I was accompanying a group of women at a concert, and I trusted them, I'd "go down" in a heartbeat.

I did that with Mistress Sara once, but it was a dumb thing to do because one person (in this case Mistress Sara) isn't enough to control the situation on the top end of it. But a group?

Bring it on! :D

[lisalisa]

and I trusted them

You can trust me Mr kenrug :eyebrows:

[lisalisa]

I really wonder if in real life (no fantasy, no story) a boy offer his body and face in a concert as leverage for you and girl friends do you REALLY use him as a rug? If you're answer is yes this very dangerous for man like me...


The answer of course is yes Mr Kalkar. I would use you to stand on if I needed to, because I get really fed up of getting stuck behind people over six foot and cannot see the band I originally wanted to see!

However, as Mr Kenrug has so wisely pointed out; trust and awareness would be a key issue in how you actually went about it.

I personally think that anyone who willingly gets on the floor for me to stand on at a concert should be totally aware that they then become MY floor and nothing else and once I have stepped onto you, you are mine and there for the duration....... you can’t give a girl something and then just take it back you know!

I just hope you are not really small and skinny. That can get so irritating underfoot and can put me off dancing with all that snapping and crunching.

You should also realize that I actually have no idea as to what you would come out like after a good session Mr Kalkar. To be honest, when was the last time you looked down at were you were dancing once you had finished? I would probably be more interested in getting back to my seat and having a drink with my friends.

So, are you offering your services Mr Kalkar? I do hope so because now you have got me all excited and I’m looking down the list of bands to see who’s playing.

[door_step]

Kalkar would not be the only one for being Your floor Lisalisa.
If I was to be under You as your floor, I would prefer to be flat in the ground, so You would have a floor without having to step up and possibly have the risk of loosing balance. It would be far more comfertable for.

doorstep

[kalkar]

Well I am muscular enough to support you but of course it depends on your shoes type, the number of girls on top of me and the way you dance of course...

I can take all you dish out, because I am not a quitter. But I am little worried how long you will dance, if you think that ı will be there till the end no whether what...

For those who are volunteers: Saying "I can be your rug" is quite different from "being a rug of uncaring girl like Lisa"

I mean an uncaring girl, not a mistress because mistresses make attention to where they steps. An uncaring girl (like my ex) can stand on you and settle her weight on worn to the steel heels and genuinely couldn't estimate the pain she cause...

Well as I said earlier It is difficult to be a man...

Kalkar

[lisalisa]

of course it depends on your shoes type, the number of girls on top of me and the way you dance of course...




Hmm, an uncaring girl like Lisa! .... you know me so well Mr Kalkar, lol.

Your post sounds full of reservations to me and I had no desire to put any on you except that you lay still of course!

However, to put your mind at ease; I always wear skinny heeled stilettos when I go out dancing and for some reason the steel tips are usually quite worn when I get back. I don't know why because I have always classed myself as a fairly good dancer, even when I'm a little bit tipsy.

It must be doing the twist or something, especially when I lean back and do it on my heels. It's great fun, but I must admit; I have been kicked off a couple of dance floors because of it and always end up getting told off for making little marks all over the place!.... spoil sports if you ask me!

I like the fact that you are quite muscular, as I have lots of friends and you will need good muscles when the dancing starts.
We always tend to share things with each other, including our dancing space!

At a guess, you should be able to take three or four at a time and I will try to stop them from all rushing onto you at once. That would be bad form and I may never get the chance to have a go myself if they run amock like that!

I was worried about where we were going to put our bags when we were dancing, but someone has come up with an idea that not only sounds practical, but very secure as well and I'm sure you won't mind when you get use to it!

Anyway, my friends and I have been talking about this for ages and I don't know about you, but we think its going to be fun.

My friend Clare has just bought herself some wicked stiletto ankle boots with those beautiful thin stilettos and is keeping them especially for the occassion. However, I would try to avoid her if possible, because she just can't dance, poor girl! and is prone to drinking just a little too much as well. (which dosn't help when your dancing in utra thin heels, lol.)


Oh, and Hi Mr door_step. I love your idea... we must talk about that sometime because it sounds really interesting. I have been putting together a new story about just such an incident! ..... have you done this before?


I am sorry for not replying to the post earlier than this, but things have been a little busy at the stables this week.

[trampleme5]

Oh well there goes my job as a stable rug cos you,ve got a multitude of willing males to choose from .

[door_step]

Oh, and Hi Mr door_step. I love your idea... we must talk about that sometime because it sounds really interesting. I have been putting together a new story about just such an incident! ..... have you done this before? [/I]

Hello Lisa,

Up to now, I haven’t experienced yet to be flat in the ground and underfoot of many pretty women. It is still my ultimate fantasy to come true. :pbbbbblt:

However, I do have quite some multi trampling experience and always done by women in heels.
I’ve posted quite a number of pictures in the picture section under “BDSM meetings” .
During those meetings I was used as a rug by many ladies, many of whom stood together on me in heels.
The maximum number of ladies standing on me together was eleven. Many of them were also not really “lightweights”
As I prefer most to be totally ignored, I often laid in front of the bar and the ladies stepped on me when getting their drinks or stayed on top of me while they drank their glass and/or smoked their cigarette.
Yes, often this caused severe bruising and many scratches, but that’s part of being a rug.:thumbsup2:

doorstep

Ps.
In 2002, on this board I wrote a story called “ my biggest fantasy” (part 1 and 2) about me being trampled during a film shoot

[kalkar]

A little twist for you, an incredible pain for the man beneath you!

You will say " Ooops, I've stumbled and I will live with the sign of your heels on my face for the rest of my life....

And deep down I know that I wouldn't get up and go, no whether happens to me beneath you and your drunk friends wicked heels...

By the way what solution did you come up with the bags and what would be your reaction when you realize that you make the twist on my face and permanently disfiguring me?

Kalkar

[floorofspikehh]

mistress lisalisa,i love your brutal and careless attitude
but don't you think to trample a smaller and weaker one is more brutal and exciting than a musclar strong one?i really want to be your dancing floor though i'm not strong.

[DonKichote]

LOL actualy I would try that... Ive seen videos of it and it looks like fun. One would need.

- Two old tires, one to cover up my face so I didnt accidentaly get face trampled by the horse, and one to cover up my balls. Unless you didnt want it there then we could leave that one out LOL :eek:

- Shovle to dig a ditch - then you can bury me
- Oh yeah, a sleeping back. Idk why but they say it protects you.. :think:



Yep, that are mine videos (I'm still making a new ones from time to time).
Second tire (that on my hip) was for making clear path for horse - right across my stomach. If you don't put it there horses will try to run away from that tire over my head - running over my bladder (painfull, but you can endure that for few times), balls (not so painfull - they are well protected by your legs, and soil), and legs (not painfull at all). Sleepbag is not necessary, if you don't care about dirt everywhere after that (I wasn't in sleepbag in my first videos).
I like to be buried exactly in path of horses at ridding school, then I ask a teacher to just do her lessons with her students as I wasn't there. Sometimes it's quite difficult to endure whole hour...
My dream is to find somebody experienced enough to perform piaffe (a stationary trot) over me...

So, Mistress Lisa, if you have a wish, I'm an experienced 'ground' for horses, and that would be a great honour for me to be under your feet and hooves of your horse.
And yes, about hoof resting on my chest, here is a clip:
http://pl.youtube.com/watch?v=8gnKJ_hP8Z4 (from 0:20)...
Best Regards,
Don Kichote.
PS. Tomorrow I'm going to visit a stable with belgian horses (and of course ask some nice girls to ride them over me) - that's a very heavy stuff (say 2000 lbs?)

[lisalisa]

A little twist for you, an incredible pain for the man beneath you!

You will say " Ooops, I've stumbled and I will live with the sign of your heels on my face for the rest of my life....

And deep down I know that I wouldn't get up and go, no whether happens to me beneath you and your drunk friends wicked heels...

By the way what solution did you come up with the bags and what would be your reaction when you realize that you make the twist on my face and permanently disfiguring me?

Kalkar


Okay Mr Kalkar, your sneeking in a few questions here and I'm not standing on you yet!

Firstly, I would not say Oop's at all. Maybe I would give just a frown for making me slip a little I suppose, but Oop's..... no chance!
Oop's means I look down and realise I have put my heel somewhere tender, where as a frown means stay still and stop wiggling about, your cramping my style!

It's important when your dancing to concentrate on the moves you are making, rather than the floor your standing on.
Hopefully there will be people there that like the way I look and enjoy me wiggling my bum around in a nice ra, ra mini skirt.... now you wouldn't like to spoil that for me would you Mr Kalkar?

Besides, you could end up with a good couple of stamps if you became too wobbly and might find that we all jump on you to level you out a bit, lol.

As for where we put our bags! Let me just say.... Hmm, no! I'll leave that as a suprise, but put it this way, you wouldn't want everyone to whip their bags away all at once in a hurry, lol.



mistress lisalisa,i love your brutal and careless attitude
but don't you think to trample a smaller and weaker one is more brutal and exciting than a musclar strong one?i really want to be your dancing floor though i'm not strong.

Smaller ones are okay at an outside concert, because they don't crackle so much in the dirt. However, at an indoor concert they feel a little like twigs or something and can be very irritating when they get stuck up the arch of your shoe or on your stiletto. It takes ages to kick them off and you then have to jump on them to straighten them back out again before you can carry on dancing.

I must admit though, in the right setting it is great fun to trample someone small and skinny until they snap or something and then its just a case of me running quickly before anyone realizes I've broken something ..... again! lol.

If you are over five foot five and can find a friend who is as skinny as you, would you like to try out as a pair of ski's? I keep breaking mine and they get a bit expensive when you go through so many!

:bugeyes:

[floorofspikehh]

mistress lisalisa,you never need run away even if you broke everything of me ,i'm sincere enough to be your floor and as long as you will,you can trample me as brutal as you are.no matter what it takes,iti's worth.

[lisalisa]

It is still my ultimate fantasy to come true.


Mr Door_step, thank you for your reply. I love the fact that you like to be totally ignored and the way you handle any cuts and bruises you may get when serving as a rug.
It is difficult to find such good rugs at the best of times, especially ones that can be ignored when you’re having a conversation or a drink with someone and need a little peace and quiet under your shoes.

I have had the experience of using a human rug that was laid out at the bar and have mixed feelings on the actual usefulness of such items.
The first one I ever used was at a fetish club to which a friend and I made good use of when we stood at the bar to order our drinks.
He was a little too wobbly and lumpy to be honest with you and probably had little experience in how to handle a pair of stilettos.
I stepped firmly onto his chest with one foot and then placed my other foot gently over his face, while my friend stood directly onto his tummy.

We could hear the poor thing gurgling away below us and we knew he was struggling to hold us up. It was really quite funny and as my friend and I looked at each other, we could not help but giggle at our poor skin rug getting all squashed up and out of breath as we casually stood there on top of him.

After we had ordered our drinks, we stood waiting for a little while and chatted to each other about who had turned up that night.
Before long, I felt a hand grab my ankle and a lot of movement coming from the floor. I placed the sole of my boot over the rugs mouth and pressed down to shut him up, however, I guess it was a little too much for him and he pretty much hurled us both off by twisting himself around and rolling out from under our feet.

My friend and I just stood looking at him as he got up onto his knees and began to splutter all over the place.
He then looked at us and said something derogatory before crawling away!
We just thought, oh well.. stupid place to put such a tender carpet and carried on drinking.

The best one I ever used at a bar was in Holland (which is why I have some respect for the Dutch).
We had been invited to a private party were some guys had placed themselves out as pieces of furniture. My favourite was a chair where the guy was upside down over the chair with his legs hanging over the back. Your bum just fitted right on his face and it was great fun to just sit there and wiggle a little…oooooooooh, ha, ha!!
It really made you want to take your knickers off, lol.

The funniest was a guy in the loo and his willy was the toilet roll holder. He stood next to the toilet and you just yanked on the paper roll when you needed a piece. Hmm, First time it feels a little personal but after a few drinks its quite funny! I never got to change the roll though, huh!

Anyway, one guy was laid out at the bar and people stood on him pretty much all night. I could stand on him no problem and even dig my heels in if I wanted.
There was no noise, no wiggling about and absolutely no pushing you off!
If I could have got him in my suit case, I would have sneaked him back home.

I can imagine getting caught going through customs though… “Anything to declare miss?”… “No sir, just a skin rug”.

As for being set into the ground and level with the floor, I have a story I am putting together about someone who tried just that.
It is very interesting to get things from your point of view and your post has actually shown me a little about the enthusiasm to which you desire this fantasy.

I guess its just fine and dandy me just walking on you, but I sometimes find it difficult to grasp what you are actually going through when I am!

I would have loved to have been one of the eleven that stood on you Mr Floor, I bet the girls had great fun!
However, it reminds me of an execution story I have never been sure as to whether was true or not; It is said that some king somewhere, use to make the ladies from his harem stand one by one on a board that had been placed over a prisoner lying on the floor. Eventually, the amount of ladies standing on the board would slowly crush the poor prisoner to death! The king would make the girls stand there until he heard the prisoner’s bones crushing, before he would make them get off again and send them back to the harem.

I can imagine a few guy’s here would do a little thieving if they did that kind of punishment these days, lol. Or, maybe that’s the way to cut the crime rate!

I have not read your story “my biggest fantasy” is it still available somewhere?


Oh and Mr DonKichote, Hmm, I will have to write you a separate post….very interesting!

[door_step]

I have not read your story “my biggest fantasy” is it still available somewhere? [/I]

Lisa, if you do an advanced search on the board here and search for " my biggest fantasy" in the story section, you'll find both parts :worship:

doorstep, you're rug to be

[door_step]

My favourite was a chair where the guy was upside down over the chair with his legs hanging over the back. Your bum just fitted right on his face and it was great fun to just sit there and wiggle a little…oooooooooh, ha, ha!!
It really made you want to take your knickers off, lol.[/I]


Wowwwww, what a fantastic place to serve You. I'm sure You would have done him an enormous pleasure if You would have done so ...(You certainly would have done me an extreme pleasure :pbbbbblt:)

doorstep

[door_step]

As for being set into the ground and level with the floor, I have a story I am putting together about someone who tried just that.
It is very interesting to get things from your point of view and your post has actually shown me a little about the enthusiasm to which you desire this fantasy.

I guess its just fine and dandy me just walking on you, but I sometimes find it difficult to grasp what you are actually going through when I am! [/I]


It would be an honor to give You some insights on my feelings about being so totally ignored and carelesly stepped on.
It's really an extreme experience and very very intens (some might even call it pain) and for me the best in trampling there is.

doorstep

[lisalisa]

Wowwwww, what a fantastic place to serve You. I'm sure You would have done him an enormous pleasure if You would have done so ...(You certainly would have done me an extreme pleasure )

lol, the pleasure was all mine I can tell you!

Oooh, sit back and roll your eyes Lisa, lol.

[door_step]

lol, the pleasure was all mine I can tell you!

Oooh, sit back and roll your eyes Lisa, lol.
Yesss, sit back and ride that chair :clap:

doorstep

[door_step]

After we had ordered our drinks, we stood waiting for a little while and chatted to each other about who had turned up that night.
Before long, I felt a hand grab my ankle and a lot of movement coming from the floor. I placed the sole of my boot over the rugs mouth and pressed down to shut him up, however, I guess it was a little too much for him and he pretty much hurled us both off by twisting himself around and rolling out from under our feet.[/I]

an extremely bad rug:sigh:

Rug do have to serve as rugs and yess, sometimes it can mean to endure some (or a lot) pain. It comes with being a rug.

You won't feel my hands and fingers, other than trampled flat under Your soles and heels

doorstep

[lisalisa]

You won't feel my hands and fingers, other than trampled flat under Your soles and heels




Hmm, more points to you..... Now where did I put my passport?

[door_step]

Hmm, more points to you..... Now where did I put my passport?


just look in the top drawer. I'll be in front of the cupboard, so it'll be easier for you to look into it.
And of course, You don't have to pay any attention to where you put your feet down: soles nor heels :pbbbbblt:

doorstep

[lisalisa]

thank you Mr doorstep

[lisalisa]

Yep, that are mine videos (I'm still making a new ones from time to time).
Second tire (that on my hip) was for making clear path for horse - right across my stomach. If you don't put it there horses will try to run away from that tire over my head - running over my bladder (painfull, but you can endure that for few times), balls (not so painfull - they are well protected by your legs, and soil), and legs (not painfull at all). Sleepbag is not necessary, if you don't care about dirt everywhere after that (I wasn't in sleepbag in my first videos).
I like to be buried exactly in path of horses at ridding school, then I ask a teacher to just do her lessons with her students as I wasn't there. Sometimes it's quite difficult to endure whole hour...
My dream is to find somebody experienced enough to perform piaffe (a stationary trot) over me...

PS. Tomorrow I'm going to visit a stable with belgian horses (and of course ask some nice girls to ride them over me) - that's a very heavy stuff (say 2000 lbs?)


Okay, Mr Donkichote. Firstly, I must say you are a brave man letting those little Malapolski ponies walk all over you! And how you ever got those girls to ride them like that is quite astonishing…. You must have some charm there Mr Donkichote!

I must admit it looks jolly good fun and I can see why they wanted to do it again, lol.

However, I personally think it’s just a tiny bit of a cheat getting yourself buried like that! After all, I wanted to see what it looked like and how far the hoof dug into you on a canter!
I guess though, if you were buried there for an hour and a lesson was actually going on, then you certainly got your monies worth, lol.

I teach Five to Seven at a time and they can be pretty hard going when they want to be…heaven knows what they would do to you if they knew you were buried between a set of tyres!
I can just imagine them all wanting to trot over you time and time again and giggling all the way!

The ponies we have here are a little bigger than the ones you have over there, I know there is not much in it but I bet you would feel the difference.

I’m wondering how you got on with your horse school in Belgium. You will probably find that they have Ardennes rather than ponies and your estimation of their weight will be a little on the conservative side.
If you can, then please ask to be walked on by one of their Brabant’s. They usually have one at a stable’s over there and please, please let me know how you get on….. lol!

I wish you luck finding someone to perform a piaffe on top of you! I would not do that with my dressage horse because it is too valuable to take the chance. She would probably be willing, but one has to be careful with one’s assets and that particular horses legs are a little too delicate.
Why don’t you try Spain? They have the lovely Lipizzaners and maybe you could charm them into getting under their run! …You never know, some cute Spanish girl maybe learning!

I really do have an inkling to feel what trotting over someone on a horse would actually feel like. I guess it’s a little sadistic, but these bloody hunt saboteurs never seem to give me the chance as they run away far too quickly… rotters!!

I’m really not so sure about cantering over you while your buried and would much rather take a run at you and play chicken!….. I bet I win lol.

[swissair]

Dear Mistress Lisalisa,

Again congratulation for generating the best thread I have ever read. As mentioned early in the thread I am a pilot for the national carrier of my country and share that desire to be used (and abused) as a rug under the stilletos of women.
I simply admire your passion for using us and even more admire your cruealty about it. Rare to find women with that passion in them.
I have served as rug many times before and it would be a pleasure offering my body to you. In order to maintain by rug status I work out a lot to keep very hard muscles to procure the mistresses using me the most enjoying and challenging rug experience.
I am curious how far will you be willing to go crushing a rug in a croweded club. Hmmm i just melt at the idea of having you and your drunken friends loose total control and forget the "human" nature of the rug and let yourself drift to total destruction of the rug...hmmm love it.
An other passion of mine is clean the dirty shoes of my mistress. I was woundering , what the most humiliating shoe cleaning job your ever imposed to a slave.
Looking forward reading from you.
Always grounded
Swissair

[rugman]

Before long, I felt a hand grab my ankle and a lot of movement coming from the floor. I placed the sole of my boot over the rugs mouth and pressed down to shut him up, however, I guess it was a little too much for him and he pretty much hurled us both off by twisting himself around and rolling out from under our feet.

My friend and I just stood looking at him as he got up onto his knees and began to splutter all over the place.
He then looked at us and said something derogatory before crawling away!
We just thought, oh well.. stupid place to put such a tender carpet and carried on drinking.
Yikes. Obviously unacceptable. Everybody should know their own limits prior to offering up themselves as entertainment. There's plenty of time and some opportunity for self-measurement outside a live walk-in (haha) situation where it is assumed that one can take what one is offering up.

And then to insult after failing to live up to one's advertisement? Obviously the guy had a whole basketload of "issues." Too bad he had to ruin your experience while discovering how much he could take (something he should have already known). Newbies sometimes get surprised that getting walked on by women is... well... getting walked on!

It's supposed to hurt! It's why most people don't let themselves get walked all over. And probably why (ahem ;) ) some women like doing the walking.

[Slaveboy_222222]

now we've even Admins,and pilots among us :D this thread sounds like a massed cries of a hundreds of desires floating around and pouring down on Lisa and making a thick layer of atmosphere of feeling graditude against her

there are enough for you to walk on us without ever needing to step on the normal ground again for you Miss Lisa..thx again for beign a real one and sharing your sharing your life experiences with us

[lisalisa]

slaveboy 222222, now that's the first time a skin rug has made me blush!

[trampleme5]

your feet need never touch the ground again ..........there,s no sign of a blue range rover towing a horse box yet but i,ll keep looking
Thankyou Lisa for being you

[lisalisa]

okay, just cut it out now and stop getting all fluffy and cute on me!

Dam!! we just kidnapped the wrong person... so whos that in the horsebox?

[door_step]

okay, just cut it out now and stop getting all fluffy and cute on me!

:think: yeah, ain't we rugs a strange kind of bread:think:: we worship the one who tramples us:wink2:
:dance::dance:

Yes, we do and I'm glad we do so

doorstep

[DonKichote]

I’m wondering how you got on with your horse school in Belgium. You will probably find that they have Ardennes rather than ponies and your estimation of their weight will be a little on the conservative side.
If you can, then please ask to be walked on by one of their Brabant’s. They usually have one at a stable’s over there and please, please let me know how you get on….. lol!


At this moment I can only response to above question.
It was not horse school in Belgium, but stable with Belgian horses in Poland (yep, they call they also Brabant horses) - english is not my native language.
That was a very short visit, so I wasn't able to do any running over me. But I know now what to expect with these horses:

http://pl.youtube.com/watch?v=ILVmdtxzGYs

I was surprised, that it went so easy... Well, anyway, I'm going to visit them for longer - that's for sure!

Best Regards,
Don Kichote

[lisalisa]

(yep, they call they also Brabant horses)


Lol, lol...Yes thats a Brabant horsey all right... nice big beasties aren't they?

Is this a new clip you have put on... I will watch and find out

Please keep in contact, this is fun!

[lisalisa]

An other passion of mine is clean the dirty shoes of my mistress. I was woundering , what the most humiliating shoe cleaning job your ever imposed to a slave.



Hi Mr Swissair and thank you for your comments.

I like your question about the most humiliating shoe cleaning job and found it pretty difficult to pick one, lol.
I guess a rug would say it is my mucking out boots, because the horse muck and hay gets pretty ground in and tends to harden as I walk around during the day.
The bottoms of the boots are not grooved like ordinary rubber ones, but has a pebble dashed effect all over the soles and around the heels and toes.
It must be pretty difficult to get ones tongue around to do a thorough job and if I don’t keep my feet still, the soles can leave pretty nasty burn marks around your mouth.

I don’t really look where I’m walking most of the time, so I guess I could step in anything and when a rug gets down to clean my shoes, I never know what’s on them to start with.
This is most entertaining when I go to a club and someone has offered to clean them for me. It certainly beats the old brush and polish thing!

I use to love having deep throat stiletto cleaning done, especially when the cleaner is not expecting it and is laid out under your feet. My friend and I used to have a little competition to see how far we could get it in, but that became a little unfair because I always had the biggest heels to start with and could never get it in far enough, lol.

Your curiosity about how far I would go in crushing a rug in a crowded room depends on the situation. Mr Kenrug pointed out the fact that it is unpredictable because control above is such a key issue and I totally agree with him on that point.
However, I do have a habit of getting a little tipsy when I’m out dancing and if you think you could survive me in that situation, let alone my friends, then your very, very brave, lol.

[lisalisa]

It's supposed to hurt! It's why most people don't let themselves get walked all over. And probably why (ahem ;) ) some women like doing the walking.

Oh I just love that voice of experience!

and as for "some women like doing the walking" ..... (ahem :eyebrows:) I just don't know what you mean Mr Kenrug! lol.

[rugman]

Heh, yes indeed. I wonder who I mean. :)

Perhaps someday you'll give us a bit of insight into exactly why... oh... "some" women like doing that walking.

:D

[Slaveboy_222222]

slaveboy 222222, now that's the first time a skin rug has made me blush!

Wow i didn't know as a worthless skin rug i was that worthy enough to manage to make a Goddess blush :D

there are always 100x more men in the world willing to be a slave for women than women willing to have a slave for themselves even this unfair equation proves female supremacy over male,nowadays its not interesting to see a slave getting trampled by a mistress or model but it's 10x more interesting when a ''real'' woman shares her and her friends' '''real'' expericences in her ''real'' life that's why it'd be a great honor for most of us to survive by just eating your hardened boot sole mud Miss Lisa :D

[swissair]

Mistress Lisalisa,

Thanks a lot for your delightful answer. Where do you and your friends usually go clubbing ? It would be an honour to offer my services to you and your friends.
Wow so you don't specifically remember what a slave had a duty to lick in the club? Would u have any taboo in terms of thing u would have stepped in and yet have second thoughts about having a devoted slave lick ?

Greetings from the human floor

Swissair

[wormee]

Now that would truly be an honor to be given the privilage of licking Lisa's shoes.

[lisalisa]

Now that would truly be an honor to be given the privilage of licking Lisa's shoes.

You have that privilage Mr Wormee, anytime.

[wormee]

:blush: :pbbbbblt:
:worship: :worship: :worship: :worship: :worship: :worship:

[lisalisa]

you missed a bit!

[bootsrme]

hi lisa
i have the pleasure in the past to feel the force of a riding boot, they to come tight! but its worth every step!!
so drop me a line if you need a willing submissive stable boy.

[wormee]

you missed a bit!

:eek:

:pbbbbblt:

That get it?

[lisalisa]

hi lisa
i have the pleasure in the past to feel the force of a riding boot, they to come tight! but its worth every step!!
so drop me a line if you need a willing submissive stable boy.


Yes Mr Bootsrme, riding boots do come hard, especially the all leather show boots with the hardened heel. It is surprising how much of an imprint they actually make, even when you don’t stamp your foot or anything! lol.

I think submissive stable boys should come with us around the shows, because you always need your boots cleaned off after you have mounted up and got ready for your turn in the arena.
It is just awful having bits of grass and mud on your boots and is pretty annoying when you are supposed to be on show. It would certainly save having to reach down and do it yourself anyway!

You will just have to watch you don’t get your tongue caught between my boot and the stirrup though, because if I get called into the ring, you will probably get dragged in with me tongue first and I will end up having to kick you off, which would not go down well with the judges!

[lisalisa]

That get it?

A little more to the left, then do the other one.

[door_step]

A little more to the left, then do the other one.

grinnnn, you'll have to do your utmost wormee.

This Mistress won't do for anything less :theband:

doorstep

[bootsrme]

wow lisa with an offer like that, i think ill have to get in some boot cleaning practice, i wouldnt want you to look bad in the ring!!!
mind you i dont know how you would be able to mount the horse....... as your boot would be in my mouth.you
anyway if you need a private clean, send me a message

[lisalisa]

i dont know how you would be able to mount the horse....... as your boot would be in my mouth.you



I have never used anyones mouth as a mounting block..... interesting!

[rugman]

I have never used anyones mouth as a mounting block..... interesting!
I was thinking of offering up a knee and a face... but, that sounds too much like the beginning of a story, and I'm a little swamped for time at the moment. :)

[lisalisa]

I was thinking of offering up a knee and a face... but, that sounds too much like the beginning of a story, and I'm a little swamped for time at the moment. :)

Lol, it sounds like a much more steadfast way of mounting to me Mr Kenrug.

One, two, three, hup!..... ooh, nice! sorry about your nose though, lol.

[rugman]

I have the unusual, perhaps unique, advantage of an extraordinarily flexible nose. (strange, but true)

I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I am not unfamiliar with horses, having owned four in my life. And been thrown by one - twice. Into a well-traveled road. Both times - she was a spirited Arabian. And didn't really like me so much I think.

So when you speak of your environment, your equipment and dressage, it was all very familiar to me. Though I rode Western, not English. But the look of women in English riding wear is far more alluring than the mannish Western accouterments. So, when I wrote my prior post, and I imagined your boot coming down to my face...

Very nice indeed.

Even considering my nose. ;)

[wormee]

Actress Julia Ormond had no cartilage in her nose and could press it flat against it face. I wish I had that.


Lisa:
:pbbbbblt:

[lisalisa]

I wish I had that.




Okay Mr Wormee, all you have to do is lay on the floor face up.
Let me lift the heel of my riding boot about three foot from your nose,
and....... Yazam!!
After one (or two depending on whether you move) quick stamp, you get one wobbly nose to which you can move around free as a whistle whenever you wish, lol.

As long as you don't scuff my boots... it's free!

[wormee]

ummm, what about bleeding on them?

[lisalisa]

No.... I've never hurt myself while doing something like that.
But thanks for thinking of me!

[lisalisa]

I have the unusual, perhaps unique, advantage of an extraordinarily flexible nose. (strange, but true)

I don't know if I've mentioned it, but I am not unfamiliar with horses, having owned four in my life. And been thrown by one - twice. Into a well-traveled road. Both times - she was a spirited Arabian. And didn't really like me so much I think.

So when you speak of your environment, your equipment and dressage, it was all very familiar to me. Though I rode Western, not English. But the look of women in English riding wear is far more alluring than the mannish Western accouterments. So, when I wrote my prior post, and I imagined your boot coming down to my face...

Very nice indeed.

Even considering my nose. ;)


Okay, horse talk for a post! Sorry to be boring, but I love horses and talking about them gets my full attention.

Wow, you have had four horses, that’s great and you must be pretty keen to have had that many.
I wouldn’t worry about being thrown off, lol. Believe it or not I have been thrown off a few times, but always got back on and given the horse a good work out for its troubles!
I had a tumble over the neck once, when the horse stumbled and its head went straight down. I did a quick roll right over its head and straight onto my backside, leaving me sat in the middle of the road and looking pretty stupid, lol.

It hurts more when you’re doing cross country in front of a crowd of people and the horse wrong foots at a jump, leaving you to slide off in the most UN lady like manner!
Anyway, it’s a big learning curb for everyone who rides and I always tell my students to sooth the horse down and get back on as soon as possible.

It is sad that you say your Arab didn’t like you much! I am sure that is not the case really. They can be a little jittery at the best of times and can be a bit of a handful if you let them. Bloody nice horses though if you get a good one and they have a character all of their own!

So, did you ever ride English saddle or stick only with Western?
I did a show where I met a really nice American chap who was retiring from his cowboy thingy and didn’t want to take all his stuff back with him. He pulled out this huge double girth saddle and asked if I wanted it. I jokingly said ‘if you take me out to dinner I will’ …. Bless him, he did as well, and I ended up with this monstrous big thing (see picture) A really nice chap he was too.

I have never ridden it and it sits in my front room because I would not dare put a huge thing like that on one of my horses, lol.
I have had it on a pony boy because I wanted to see what it felt like and it is a bit like an arm chair, lol…. It has a nice pommel to put your hand bag on though!

I have put the saddle next to my English hunting saddle…. Big difference yes?

Oh, and I have added a little picture of that alluring English riding wear, lol. This is the hunter’s show jumping attire and it was windy that day as well, lol.

By the way, flat noses are great for trampling, but really unfair for face sitting unless you have.... no, I don't think i'll go there just yet, lol.

[wormee]

Is that you in the pic? You're a blonde?

[lisalisa]

Is that you in the pic? You're a blonde?

No, I am in the shed to the fore of the picture! :bugeyes:

And that's a white hair net Mr Wormee.
The origional colour is underneath 1.... lol

[bootsrme]

so how can i see you in these riding boots?
cant wait to get a chance to be your boot cleaning stable boy!!

[lisalisa]

Thanks a lot for your delightful answer. Where do you and your friends usually go clubbing ? It would be an honour to offer my services to you and your friends.

I do not go out clubbing as much as I use to these days, I find that too many late nights can have a rather unfavourable effect on getting up early in the mornings and trying to jump over a fence on a horse!

I still love a great girl’s night out though, but if I do, it is usually local rather than one of the big cities like Birmingham or Manchester.
I do still adore live concerts as well and was thoroughly tempted to go romp in the mud at Glastonbury….. With my pink hunter rubber boots and hot pants, lol.

As far as fetish is concerned, I love going to parties whenever I can. It may sound a little absurd to some people, but I love the attitude and openness you get from this wide variety of people (apart from the very, very rare pushy, pushy types) and find it less irritating and pompous than the usual “in” crowd I am suppose to hang around with!


Wow so you don't specifically remember what a slave had a duty to lick in the club? Would u have any taboo in terms of thing u would have stepped in and yet have second thoughts about having a devoted slave lick ?


I guess if I had any taboos or second thoughts about having a slave lick something particular off my shoes, I would not have got them to clean them in the first place!
If there was something utterly gross down there, then it would be up to whom ever was cleaning them to say something….. If there brave enough!

However, as to whether I took my foot away because of it….. Now that would be entirely due to what mood I was in at the time! Lol.

[trampleme5]

Manchester ??????????? thats 20 miles from me ......so near yet so far

[wormee]

Only several thousand kilometers from me.

[lisalisa]

Poor Mr Wormee.... and I miss you so much! lol.

[wormee]

Then you need to imporve your aim.

[lisalisa]

So when can we start the practice then?

[rugman]

Okay, horse talk for a post!

Horse talk, heh. Sorry, I managed (yet again) to take a thread off topic.

Sounds like you well know what it’s like to get thrown. You’re a little more calm about it than I was. I was worried about getting run over by a passing car (unless it was driven by a... never mind :D ).

I suppose I was being unfair to the Arab. She was neigh on a pet, really. The favorite (by quite a margin) of Mistress Sara. So some jealousy could be involved there, too. Heh heh. And I think it was returned, as evidenced by the number of times she bit, stepped on, and rammed me. It was a “complicated” relationship, but I miss her terribly (she passed on a number of years ago).

As for riding English, I’d never be caught dead. Not that I criticize it as a general concept, but here in the great State of Washington it’s not a popular practice, and any man observed doing so would be subject to perhaps legitimate questions as to his manhood.

There is, of course, a reason why I find women in English riding attire so fetching.

(Side note to those enthusiastic about licking horse, er, yuck, from Lady LisaLisa’s boots, I’m not down with that, having more than a passing familiarity with the substance under discussion.)

As to the Western saddle, it was intended as a working device, and even though it no longer is, the legacy persists. It is interesting, though, that we felt the need to Build It Bigger, strap everything down twice, and overburden the animal so. You folk managed to run full-tilt after foxes, leap recklessly over fences and such, and do all manner of slightly daft things in that little bit of leather between you and the horse. (astonishment)

The thing I noted from your picture of the woman on horseback was the attention you seem to pay to the horse’s mane. It’s tidy, and very showy. Attractive. But Horse is where Americans are much more like Aussies than Englishmen. A bit more raw, which I guess is what explains some of why I’ve never had an interest in getting my rear end into those tight pants, and leaping about like Lord Whatever.

Women should ride delicate. Not men.

All apologies for taking my cut at your men.

“By the way, flat noses are great for trampling, but really unfair for face sitting unless you have.... no, I don't think i'll go there just yet, lol.”

:blush: Madam! ;)

(I'll have to tell one of my buddies about your use of the saddle on the ponyboy - he might like to try that)

[downboy]

And there Kenrug and his friend go riding off hand in hand, Broke back mountain style.....:evillaugh

All apologies for taking a cut at your men.

I agree, women look great in their riding gear, jodhpurs, boots and riding crop....Tallyho!

[rugman]

And there Kenrug and his friend go riding off hand in hand, Broke back mountain style.....:evillaugh
Hahaha. :clap:

Yah, well, for that I just dragooned you into the Roster of Annoying People Who Make Make My Life Difficult (otherwise known as the Lounge).

:D Right back atcha. ;)

[lisalisa]

oooooh, such a lovely looking hunter horse!... but hey, hang on. She is holding a whippers in crop while wearing a black jacket, tut, tut. naughty!

Tell you what though, you can give someone a good crack with one of those whips and it will hurt like hell, lol.

[lisalisa]

(I'll have to tell one of my buddies about your use of the saddle on the ponyboy - he might like to try that)


I’m not that sure about calm when I have been unceremoniously unloaded by a horse! It is pretty painful at the time and hurts like hell when you land on something hard, lol. I guess you either get use to it, or give up riding for something less tasking like knitting or quilt making!!

It is unsurprising your Arab may have been a little twitchy with you now you have told me that it was owned by a woman.
We are by far the most superior of horse riders and the Arab would have known the difference straight away!
There is something about the way we squeeze our legs and gently but firmly control the horse with our female command and authority.

(I am really sad by the way, that you don’t have your Arab anymore…. So sad!)

Yes, your Western saddle was probably a great design for a working saddle and I can see why it was designed for the purpose of cattle ranchers and the like. You needed to get everything on there with you, such as your rifle, roll pack, ropes and personal belongings.
However, these days you don’t need all that kit and caboodle, so it should be made smaller and a little more eloquence should be brought in I think.

As for the English leaping recklessly over fences and such….. Now that’s fun! and poor old foxy has no chance because of it, lol!

By the way, we always tie up our horses’ main and tail in such pretty patterns because we love the pomp and ceremony of it all. Besides, when you need to look all posh and respectful for the judges, you simply cannot have all that hair flying around and looking shabby… awfully scruffy!

Now, as for pony boy’s… I always thought that trample fan’s always loved face sitting and that they had an inclination for pony play?
However, it looks like I could be wrong on that one, because I cannot find a pony boys part of this forum.

You can tell your friend that I usually use one of the Shetland ponies ‘felt saddles’ and have only tried the western one, once.
It is far too big and I cannot get my legs around properly. It is much better with the felt one’s because I have much more control and get a lot more enjoyment out of it for myself.

The poor pony boy seems to have a desire to collapse in a heap with the western saddle and it can be very frustrating when you desire a nice little walk with them.

I also found that the bigger saddle hid a lot more of the pony’s rump and you cannot whip him so, when he is naughty!
It is also very frustrating when you try and kick him on, I kept hitting the bloody saddle all the time, unlike a felt one where you can give them a thoroughly hard boot in the ribs with your heel…. Surprising how well that works too!

I did enjoy bouncing around in it for a while though and it felt very stable with the double girth straps.

I still have not found a pony boy that can jump around a little course for me, it would be jolly good fun and it would be interesting to try it properly some time!
They seem to get worn out far too quickly and no matter how hard you train them, they just don’t have the stamina you would like and can end up plodding along in a gruff if you don’t keep an eye on them!

By the way, I always look after pony boys because there usually quite cute and they get good stabling with me, especially if they have been good little ponies and not collapsed all the time!


P.S. If your little pony boy is in the habit of collapsing, then you can always put the saddle on it's face and get a little practice in that way.... see pictures. (for instructional use only)

[dohnuts]

I can't believe no one else has replied to this. Being a Pony boy might have been my second love, after trampling. I recall fantasies and stories involving a hiking trail, or a long trek, a river crossing, a desert expanse with an oasis destination, loads of luggage (and an umbrella for the rider.) And of course racing, if multiple riders and pony boys were available.

I imagined racing might be the most fun for the women, and yes, with a short course and jumps! But pony boy endurance always seemed a problem for anything but very short races. I wanted to believe that training (lots of daily training, perhaps with twice the normal weight) could eventually build a strong pony boy, so your comment on that made me a little bit sad. Guess I'll have to accept that a man can be a pony boy, but he will never be a horse, lol.
edit: I almost forgot...thank you for the wonderful story and pictures!
-Ray

[rugman]

I’m not that sure about calm when I have been unceremoniously unloaded by a horse! It is pretty painful at the time and hurts like hell when you land on something hard, lol. I guess you either get use to it, or give up riding for something less tasking like knitting or quilt making!!
Haha. Yes, there are only riders and knitters. I see. :D
There is something about the way we squeeze our legs and gently but firmly control the horse with our female command and authority.
Hm. FS erotica. I'll have to point this thread out to my friend for certain.
However, these days you don’t need all that kit and caboodle, so it should be made smaller and a little more eloquence should be brought in I think.
That surprises me, coming from an Englishwoman. For us it’s all about history – I’d think it’s the same reason you don’t chase that fox with All-Terrain Vehicles! haha
Now, as for pony boy’s… I always thought that trample fan’s always loved face sitting and that they had an inclination for pony play?
However, it looks like I could be wrong on that one, because I cannot find a pony boys part of this forum.
Mostly you’ll find ponyboys in the Facesitting area of MDFF. Mostly because the main difference between facesitting and trample fans (very roughly speaking) is how we encounter a woman’s weight: under rump or underfoot. It’s more complicated than that, but it explains why ponyboys find themselves most often in the FS Forums.
You can tell your friend that I usually use one of the Shetland ponies ‘felt saddles’ and have only tried the western one, once.
It is far too big and I cannot get my legs around properly. It is much better with the felt one’s because I have much more control and get a lot more enjoyment out of it for myself.

…

I still have not found a pony boy that can jump around a little course for me, it would be jolly good fun and it would be interesting to try it properly some time!
They seem to get worn out far too quickly and no matter how hard you train them, they just don’t have the stamina you would like and can end up plodding along in a gruff if you don’t keep an eye on them!

By the way, I always look after pony boys because there usually quite cute and they get good stabling with me, especially if they have been good little ponies and not collapsed all the time!

P.S. If your little pony boy is in the habit of collapsing, then you can always put the saddle on it's face and get a little practice in that way.... see pictures. (for instructional use only)
I’m pretty sure my friend would prefer the lighter saddle as well, for the reasons you state. As I understand it, and I am speaking out of turn here, he prefers as much contact with the woman as possible (well, who wouldn’t???! :) )
Speaking again of my friend, I don’t think I’ve seen a man with more endurance charged by passion. Shoulder-riding is also a big thing with him, and I’ve attended a number of concerts (concerts!!) with him where he’s given many a lass a ride. I’ve done this, too, so am well aware of how amazingly and quickly exhausting it is. He, of course, was all the time bouncing up and down, providing even more entertainment for the lady, which was beyond my own capability.

It all comes down to motivation, I think. For people of my own frame size I do quite well with providing a solid and reliable surface for numbers of women at a time, and for rather lengthy periods. I exceed my friend at that (last time we were in the same situation together), and he flat out kicks my butt with seat-type endurance.

I wouldn't think you'd have to worry at all about wearing him out.

Next time you’re on America’s West Coast we should head up North and meet up with him. I think you’d like him. :)

Please bring your spikes, too, though. ;)

[gaspman]

Hello Kenrug,

Thank you for your compliments on my endurance at the rock concerts. I agree that passion and drive to provide proper service to the Lady riding me at rock concerts fuels my endurance to make sure She gets to enjoy every moment of the bands performance with Her feet never touching ground.

Lisa, your thread is absolutely amazing. I am a trample fan and also a ponyboy. Your blending of trampling, boot cleaning and ponyboy riding into the thread has been extremely enjoyable to read. I have found that my endurance as a ponyboy is relative to the steepness of the slopes I must climb, the weight of the rider, and the intensity of the whipping and spurring used to extract every ounce of strength I can muster. I do have a deep seated need to please my rider so She can be assured I am giving Her everything I've got during the ride.

I apologize to the trample fans for bringing more ponyboy stuff into the thread but I simply couldn't resist responding to Kenrug's comments and also commenting on Lisa's thread.

[lisalisa]

I can't believe no one else has replied to this.

Oh, that’s okay, sometimes you get left on the side twiddling your thumbs while the boy’s sit and talk about football or something. After a while a good kick in the shin usually gets their attention!

I am pleased of course, that you also like pony play, or even the idea of it.
I was beginning to wonder that I had been wrongly informed and that pony play to a trample fan was in fact, a bit taboo!
I guess I shall refrain from bringing it up again on a trample thread unless someone requests to talk about it and even then it looks like I will have to skirt around it politely, lol.

Just to finish off on the subject though.
Yes, racing and leaping around is great fun for a woman, especially if she is riding a big strong pony boy and he is willing to tow the line and play horsy properly.

I guess most of us have done it in our younger days at some point and it usually always ends up with everyone in a big heap on the floor, with the girls giggling away while sitting proudly on top of the boys….. of course! lol.

I recall fantasies and stories involving a hiking trail, or a long trek, a river crossing, a desert expanse with an oasis destination, loads of luggage (and an umbrella for the rider.) And of course racing, if multiple riders and pony boys were available.

Thank you for your post and your intimate ideas of pony play.
It makes me wish I you had been my friend in my early days. I would have loved to have loaded you up with all my baggage and ridden around on you with my umbrella while exploring that big wide world.
(I think you would have been a much more pleasant a ride than my first Shetland pony anyway, lol.)
I would most certainly have treated you with all the respect a little girls pony should have and would have ridden around on you as proud as punch!

I guess unsurprisingly, trample is a complex arena, with such a vast index of possibilities and different tastes.

edit: I almost forgot...thank you for the wonderful story and pictures!
-Ray

You are more than welcome Ray, My pleasure!

[lisalisa]

Haha. Yes, there are only riders and knitters. I see. :D ;)

lol, okay.... um, riggers and really big truck drivers, lol.

That surprises me, coming from an Englishwoman. For us it’s all about history – I’d think it’s the same reason you don’t chase that fox with All-Terrain Vehicles! haha

I know you love your history and so you should! However, I am being jocose in my teasing of the western saddle.
It is just a little on the large size for me and I cannot sit properly and hold my back straight, without looking a bit preposterous in my attempts to look and feel like a genuine cow girl.

Mostly you’ll find ponyboys in the Facesitting area of MDFF. Mostly because the main difference between facesitting and trample fans (very roughly speaking) is how we encounter a woman’s weight: under rump or underfoot. It’s more complicated than that, but it explains why ponyboys find themselves most often in the FS Forums.

I’m pretty sure my friend would prefer the lighter saddle as well, for the reasons you state. As I understand it, and I am speaking out of turn here, he prefers as much contact with the woman as possible (well, who wouldn’t???! :) )
Speaking again of my friend, I don’t think I’ve seen a man with more endurance charged by passion. Shoulder-riding is also a big thing with him, and I’ve attended a number of concerts (concerts!!) with him where he’s given many a lass a ride. I’ve done this, too, so am well aware of how amazingly and quickly exhausting it is. He, of course, was all the time bouncing up and down, providing even more entertainment for the lady, which was beyond my own capability.

It all comes down to motivation, I think. For people of my own frame size I do quite well with providing a solid and reliable surface for numbers of women at a time, and for rather lengthy periods. I exceed my friend at that (last time we were in the same situation together), and he flat out kicks my butt with seat-type endurance.

I wouldn't think you'd have to worry at all about wearing him out. ;)

Thank you Mr Kenrug for that explanation. Your actually very good at putting things in a very clear perspective.

As for your friend, I will get around to him possibly tomorrow!
New ponies should not be pampered to early, otherwise they think their the bee's kneese and play you up!

Next time you’re on America’s West Coast we should head up North and meet up with him. I think you’d like him. :)

I most certainly will, you can be more than sure of that Mr Kenrug.
And I will fully expect to be taken to a concert of course! I will not forget that either!!


Please bring your spikes, too, though. ;)

As if I would leave them behind, lol.

[bootsrme]

hay lisa (hay as in horse food..never mind)

anyway im still waiting to you invite me up to try my hand as your boot lickin
stable boy, the thoughts of you in those boots are to much.

as a few others have said the idea of cleaning your shoes whist you were at a club/gig also sounds great, as you say we wouldnt know what we were cleaning off them.

[hhhmmm]

I thought that you were going to post something in here about your "Trample Lodge". I have posted your c4s addy in other posts, but I thought that you might want to take a shot at posting something here:)

A lot of what you have in your store is very erotic for me, and have bought several vids from your store.

Anyway, I thought that I would give you a push, to promote your site:)

hhhmmm:)

[rugman]

Hello Kenrug,

Thank you for your compliments on my endurance at the rock concerts. I agree that passion and drive to provide proper service to the Lady riding me at rock concerts fuels my endurance to make sure She gets to enjoy every moment of the bands performance with Her feet never touching ground.

Hello my friend!

I always love your sense of propriety in the way you phrase your duties. It's a polish I still aspire to, despite your good tutelage. :)

I'm glad I got it right about the passion. That's what I've experienced and seen in action. It's quite surprising what one can be driven to, given the proper motivation. I could even convince myself into believing that it would be a wise move to accompany Lady LisaLisa to a concert... almost.

A dangerous Lady, that one. Just the kind to appeal to our darker interests, with the passkey right into the back door to our psyche. But please don't tell her I said so. She'd likely take advantage.

[rugman]

I most certainly will, you can be more than sure of that Mr Kenrug.
And I will fully expect to be taken to a concert of course! I will not forget that either!!
Well, Lady LisaLisa, to say I look forward to that day would be a drastic understatement. And depending on the time of year, we even have a number of festival events (this is Seattle, after all) in outdoor venues. In other words, this is quite do-able. :eyebrows:

And I’m sure Mistress Sara would be happy to horse-chat with somebody, she being the real horse person of our pair!
Please bring your spikes, too, though. ;)
As if I would leave them behind, lol.
Better and better. Today is certainly looking up. (pun intended)

[lisalisa]

I am terribly sorry for not responding to your post’s, but I have been two down on the stable hands and have been ultra busy over the past couple of days.

I will get back over, or after the weekend to sort this new pony out…… I didn’t want him to think I had forgotten him and my manners dictate that I should give him at least a quick petting before he thinks I am ignorant or something!

Oh, and Mr Kenrug... dangerous lady?..... Me?..... I'm a little angel I am!

Mr hhhmmm, please, please get in touch with me... you know my e mail.

[wormee]

Me?..... I'm a little angel I am!



Yeah, says so right under her name.

[hhhmmm]

Mr hhhmmm, please, please get in touch with me... you know my e mail.

Lisa:

You want me to mail you at media, right?

hhhmmm

[downboy]

I thought that you were going to post something in here about your "Trample Lodge". I have posted your c4s addy in other posts

Where did you post the link to Lisa's "Clips4sale" store?

[hhhmmm]

Where did you post the link to Lisa's "Clips4sale" store?

down:

Here is the link:

http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/10895 Have bought many clips from them. Reasonably priced.

hhhmmm

[hhhmmm]

Lisa:

Sent you a quick mail to the media addy.

hhhmmm

[lisalisa]

Lisa:

Sent you a quick mail to the media addy.

hhhmmm

Thanks hhhmmm, I will get back to you on Sunday!

[hhhmmm]

Sounds good . . . :)

hhhmmm

[Wokon by]

There was a previous post about Trample Lodge

http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=81462&highlight=trample+lodge

Ahh..Miss Sunday deja vu

[Slaveboy_222222]

lol like many other dudes here would do i'd sell my computer to buy a plane ticket to England then i'll have a little money left and have no place to stay there but i would beg for Miss Lisa to stay in her trample lodge's basement or stables at nights and start a new life under her boots.

[lisalisa]

Lisa, your thread is absolutely amazing. I am a trample fan and also a ponyboy. Your blending of trampling, boot cleaning and ponyboy riding into the thread has been extremely enjoyable to read. I have found that my endurance as a ponyboy is relative to the steepness of the slopes I must climb, the weight of the rider, and the intensity of the whipping and spurring used to extract every ounce of strength I can muster. I do have a deep seated need to please my rider so She can be assured I am giving Her everything I've got during the ride.


Firstly, I would like to thank you for your lovely comment on this thread.

A lot of people have played their part in making this what it is and I have enjoyed pretty much every moment of it since my first contact.
I have most certainly made some great friends!!

Right, Mr Gaspman. I appologize for my delay in getting back to you, but as you should know, stables can be ultra busy at times and grabbing a moment to yourself can be a little difficult.

my experience with pony boys has been quite varied and personally, I much prefer the all fours position rather than shoulder riding. I like the deep seated feel to my ponies, rather than the extended shoulder height, which can leave a girl a little vunerable to naughty behaviour.
However, I do know a good pair of spurs can keep most ponies under control and I have had to use them once or twice to bring a galloping or silly pony back under my administration.
I also have very strong thighs from years of riding and can bring any horse or pony back under command, simply by the pressure I can give with a good squeeze.

With the all fours position, a full rig can be used, including a rear leg harness to stop your pony from rearing or standing on its back legs and the small felt saddle is usually fitted, basically, because it can be fully adjusted to fit any pony without anything sticking into its back.
A matching double bridle with a teething bit has a good ‘tried and tested’ hold on any pony and should be used at all times.
However, a gag bridle can be used if the pony is consistently naughty.

I do not use a numnah because I personally believe a pony should feel the saddle, rather than get pampered under things such as soft covers, and the leather straps and girth should be made extra tight in order to restrict the pony from wriggling around too much and helps keep him under the riders control at all times.
Boots, spurs and a whip are also essential. Especially for new ponies!

And let me tell you… once you are fitted up in one of my rigs, you are a pony and a pony you stay until the rider says so!!

I don’t believe a pony should wear any clothes at all. There is enough leather strapped around it to keep the poor little thing warm and being a stallion, they should be shown in all their glory anyway!
Gymkhanas are the place to dress up your pony if you’re into that sort of thing, but I personally like the natural touch, especially when they begin to sweat.

All new ponies should be proudly paraded around the yard, so that all the girls can see him and the pony gets use to his new environment.
Petting and fussing by the stable girls is much recommended and in my experience the ponies are better for it.
However, keeping an eye on the girls is paramount, as they do tend to pull and tug at things in their excitement, especially with stallions!

The first ride out is most important and if the pony is sluggish or churlish, then the use of a whip is ideal. I like to aim right for the side of the rump with consistent hard taps until the pony picks up and behaves, or for the most severe of cases, a good whollop can be the only answer.

I am never afraid of booting a pony with my heels, it is surprising how much they can take, even with spurs, besides, it keeps them on their toes and stops them getting sluggish.

For well behaved little ponies, a good bootlicking session is nice to finish off with, otherwise they should be left on the tack room floor for a couple of hours if they are persistently naughty and used as a carpet by all the girls in their riding boots, until they have learned what being a pony is all about!

Shoulder riding is great for concerts and long galloping sessions across the moors, but as you are well aware, only experienced ponies and their riders should try this, as lack of stamina often leads to disappointment and you could end up having to walk back home…... Not fair!!
Bareback is the only way to go with this style of riding, although I do have a set of stirrups and a rubber bit specially adapted and find I feel a little more secure with some of the more unruly behaviour a few ponies can get up to.

I am sure you are a great little pony by the way and you sound terribly good fun to ride.
Some lucky girl must be having the time of her life with you around and yes, your very tempting…… I have clean and well maintained stables you know?

Anyway, I once again thank you for your lovely comments about this thread and I do hope I get to meet you sometime and you allow a very English lady to try you out for size.

I feel all ponies should learn a little dressage and be ridden the English way at least once in their lives and when the opportunity arises, I will most certainly give you a few lessons you will not have had before!



She can be assured I am giving Her everything I've got during the ride.

Now that's a pony boy talking!

[lisalisa]

Yeah, says so right under her name.

Mr Wormee..... I am a little angel, I am, I am, I am!!

[lisalisa]

lol like many other dudes here would do i'd sell my computer to buy a plane ticket to England then i'll have a little money left and have no place to stay there but i would beg for Miss Lisa to stay in her trample lodge's basement or stables at nights and start a new life under her boots.

Your on my list Mr Slaveboy_222222.

And it's the porch rather than a basement you would stay in for the first few nights!
Once you have proved your worth as a doormat, you then get let in.
Once your in.....your mine!!

[lisalisa]

Ahh..Miss Sunday deja vu


Ahh.. Mr Wokon vu deja.

What..... no funny pictures this time?

[insect]

Okay, Mr Donkichote. Firstly, I must say you are a brave man letting those little Malapolski ponies walk all over you! And how you ever got those girls to ride them like that is quite astonishing…. You must have some charm there Mr Donkichote!

I must admit it looks jolly good fun and I can see why they wanted to do it again, lol.

However, I personally think it’s just a tiny bit of a cheat getting yourself buried like that! After all, I wanted to see what it looked like and how far the hoof dug into you on a canter!
I guess though, if you were buried there for an hour and a lesson was actually going on, then you certainly got your monies worth, lol.

I teach Five to Seven at a time and they can be pretty hard going when they want to be…heaven knows what they would do to you if they knew you were buried between a set of tyres!
I can just imagine them all wanting to trot over you time and time again and giggling all the way!

The ponies we have here are a little bigger than the ones you have over there, I know there is not much in it but I bet you would feel the difference.

I’m wondering how you got on with your horse school in Belgium. You will probably find that they have Ardennes rather than ponies and your estimation of their weight will be a little on the conservative side.
If you can, then please ask to be walked on by one of their Brabant’s. They usually have one at a stable’s over there and please, please let me know how you get on….. lol!

I wish you luck finding someone to perform a piaffe on top of you! I would not do that with my dressage horse because it is too valuable to take the chance. She would probably be willing, but one has to be careful with one’s assets and that particular horses legs are a little too delicate.
Why don’t you try Spain? They have the lovely Lipizzaners and maybe you could charm them into getting under their run! …You never know, some cute Spanish girl maybe learning!

I really do have an inkling to feel what trotting over someone on a horse would actually feel like. I guess it’s a little sadistic, but these bloody hunt saboteurs never seem to give me the chance as they run away far too quickly… rotters!!

I’m really not so sure about cantering over you while your buried and would much rather take a run at you and play chicken!….. I bet I win lol.

I was a hunt saboteur for a brief time years ago and I always secretely wished that one of the beautiful, arrogant women hunters would kidnap me, beat me with her crop, make me lick her boots spotlessly clean then enslave me as her live in drudge....If only you had been on one of those hunts.....

[wormee]

Mr Wormee..... I am a little angel, I am, I am, I am!!

Oh i'm sure You are.
:hornydevil:

[wormee]

Your on my list Mr Slaveboy_222222.

And it's the porch rather than a basement you would stay in for the first few nights!
Once you have proved your worth as a doormat, you then get let in.
Once your in.....your mine!!

Then you'd get to be an inside doormat?
:pbbbbblt:

[Wokon by]

Ahh.. Mr Wokon vu deja.

What..... no funny pictures this time?

...just another day in the week for me..

"jolly funny" THANK you for the fond likeness of me in your post, and for at least acknowledging I know from which end I speak ("Straight from the HORSEs' mouth")...

:eyebrows: sometimes it may seem like its this end.

http://gallery.photo.net/photo/6491346-lg.jpg



There are worse ways to talk. Some from a horse's.... <object width="325" height="244"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oaaUDzNC6yg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oaaUDzNC6yg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> this in not a preety job for a Lady

<object width="325" height="244"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vI2VGkWxlOc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vI2VGkWxlOc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> wait about 25 sec -- maybe he deserves what he gets for still having a "mullet after 1989"

another performance with just the "head shot" http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=gGN4ieRRD54

Ms L/L :banghead::bugeyes: I miss our banter, and look forward to your next story post. ( you will actually have TWO posts started on the board) and maybe we'll meet again soon.. in the flame pit perhaps? or will you be trippng over all you new rugs and lawn poni-boys and be too busy? shall i have wait in line for all the boot licking sessions-- or do you have Special mucked:dance:boots for me ?

I would like to of sent you a "thank you Greeting card":evillaugh: :wink2: xoxo @-^--

[trampleme5]

Now i like the idea of being left on the tackroom floor like a rug ......... just for a week or so . Lisa your posts are brilliant and your world would be a wonderful place to be

[Wokon by]

forgot YOUR CARD
I was distracted, didn't know where my head was...lol

[lisalisa]

I was a hunt saboteur for a brief time years ago and I always secretely wished that one of the beautiful, arrogant women hunters would kidnap me, beat me with her crop, make me lick her boots spotlessly clean then enslave me as her live in drudge....If only you had been on one of those hunts.....

Hmm!!..... Well hunting season starts pretty soon, (you self confessed hunt saboteur you!) and I am sure the sticky beaks will be out again frolicking behind the bushes and messing up a good four hundred year old sport.
And yes, I will be there armed with ones seasoned riding crop and itching to get my boot in if you so much as say boo!

I think I will carry a net with me this year and capture the likes of you for some after hunt playful games. Once captured and strapped on the back of my horse, you are certainly game for this lady!!

Let’s see…… Ahh yes, spitting practice! That would be good for a start. Then there would be the crop on the head practice, followed by a good ladies communal kicking practice as you roll around the floor surrounded by a circle of angry ladies all wanting to get stuck in before tea!

Or maybe I could get to feel what it is like trampling someone under my horse this year, especially if their all wrapped up in a net and helplessly sprawled out in front of me….. Good idea Lisa, lol.

As for being a drudge... my boots are always in need of a good clean after a hunt and I guess you would probably double up nicely as a kitchen rug too. I think you might get a good kicking every now and then though, because saboteurs are not very liked around here and the girls do tend to get a bit frustrated when they meet up with one.

Wear something distinctive like a bright yellow hat if you’re out this year Mr insect, maybe with your name written on it! That way I can be sure of netting you in particular and dragging you over my horse’s flanks until the hunt is over.

Gurrr, hunt sabotour hey?....gurrr, gurrr!

[insect]

Hmm!!..... Well hunting season starts pretty soon, (you self confessed hunt saboteur you!) and I am sure the sticky beaks will be out again frolicking behind the bushes and messing up a good four hundred year old sport.
And yes, I will be there armed with ones seasoned riding crop and itching to get my boot in if you so much as say boo!

I think I will carry a net with me this year and capture the likes of you for some after hunt playful games. Once captured and strapped on the back of my horse, you are certainly game for this lady!!

Let’s see…… Ahh yes, spitting practice! That would be good for a start. Then there would be the crop on the head practice, followed by a good ladies communal kicking practice as you roll around the floor surrounded by a circle of angry ladies all wanting to get stuck in before tea!

Or maybe I could get to feel what it is like trampling someone under my horse this year, especially if their all wrapped up in a net and helplessly sprawled out in front of me….. Good idea Lisa, lol.

As for being a drudge... my boots are always in need of a good clean after a hunt and I guess you would probably double up nicely as a kitchen rug too. I think you might get a good kicking every now and then though, because saboteurs are not very liked around here and the girls do tend to get a bit frustrated when they meet up with one.

Wear something distinctive like a bright yellow hat if you’re out this year Mr insect, maybe with your name written on it! That way I can be sure of netting you in particular and dragging you over my horse’s flanks until the hunt is over.

Gurrr, hunt sabotour hey?....gurrr, gurrr!


Miss Lisa....What can I say...I've always been very anti hunting but I'm sure a 'meeting' of my face and you and your Lady riders boots would soon make me change my opinion. I'm sure with a good wedge my mouth would be held wide enough for all your superior friends to practice spitting and throwing bits of mud into..:)
I would happily volunteer to be the whipping boy for the crimes of hunt sabs everywhere, I'm sure you would relish the extra pleasure of grinding me into the floor as your rug, knowing that you were crushing a former sab underfoot!

I can assure you Miss Lisa, that if I knew what hunt you were riding in I would dress in my brightest Hi-vis jacket with a large 'Hunt Sab - Please beat me' sign on my back and await your class justice, what a day that would be, to be hunted down and brutally crushed by you and your upper class lady friends :)

[trampleme5]

LisaLisa seems to ignore me these days so if i have said or done anything to annoy her then i apologise .
If you want to tell me privately djaques52@btinternet.com

[lisalisa]

LisaLisa seems to ignore me these days


Sorry...... I must remember to stamp my foot every now and then! :eyebrows:

I have mailed you.

[chaosmonkey]

Lisa,

May I first say what an honour it is to be in the presence of a true lady of such class and taste. It's definitely festival season and I worry the ground may be a bit muddy. Perhaps we could oblige by lying down to form a human carpet and dance floor stretching from where you choose to park your car to cover every inch of the venue so that you and your friends need not have to worry about getting any mud on your shoes or boots? A sea of flesh for you to stand upon as casually as you choose without the slightest thought and to dance upon as you choose, all willing victims who have signed away all rights over their very lives in exchange for such a privilege, perhaps even dosed with painkillers and others drugs to paralyse us to stop any risk of moving about or causing a distraction as you and your friends enjoy your day out. Of course not all may survive, but that should be of little consequence. After a few drinks you may wish to play whatever games you are in the mood for, seeing how far your heels sink in, trying to balance with your heels deep in the mouths of two different slaves or just who can lick your shoes or boots until they shine strongest in the sun. Or you may just wish to dance long into the night before walking across the human floor back to your car and speeding off into the night.

Chaosmonkey

[lisalisa]

Miss Lisa....What can I say...I've always been very anti hunting but I'm sure a 'meeting' of my face and you and your Lady riders boots would soon make me change my opinion. I'm sure with a good wedge my mouth would be held wide enough for all your superior friends to practice spitting and throwing bits of mud into..:)
I would happily volunteer to be the whipping boy for the crimes of hunt sabs everywhere, I'm sure you would relish the extra pleasure of grinding me into the floor as your rug, knowing that you were crushing a former sab underfoot!

I can assure you Miss Lisa, that if I knew what hunt you were riding in I would dress in my brightest Hi-vis jacket with a large 'Hunt Sab - Please beat me' sign on my back and await your class justice, what a day that would be, to be hunted down and brutally crushed by you and your upper class lady friends :)


Mr Insect, I would never have thought of wedging your mouth open to do some spitting practice with. However, it is such a good idea that I will keep it in mind should we ever meet up this season.
I don’t think I am a very good shot in particular, so a bigger target would be much, much better to practice with. Thank you.

It is also really sweet that you should volunteer to be a whipping boy, but to be honest, you would have no choice in the matter, because know body would listen to you anyway!!
You don’t get a say once you’re ours and should we decide to use you in anyway… we will!

There are thirty two ladies in the hunt this year and it is getting bigger because of the ban, so I guess if they were to turn on you, it would be something of a free for all anyway. My best advice to you in that situation would be to simply relax, lie very still and let us get it out of our system!

I have seen these girls at play before and believe you me, they play for keeps! They are right in there when old foxy gets his tail cut off and they don’t mind a little ruffty tuffty.

In the end, there would be very little of any hunt ‘sab’ left to use as a carpet, but being a ‘sab’ trophy, they would all want you for their tack room floor or a new pair of boots. This is why it is best to have your name on your hat, because I want you for my kitchen floor and it would be totally unfair if one of the other girls stole you because your name is on my list, not theirs!!

I have already marked a spot in which you will be well placed in the kitchen. And yes, I know it's always busy here but you can take it can't you? Please say yes!

Oh, just one thing though, I have never had the chance to get in some good kicking practice by standing on someones neck with one boot and kicking the face with the other. I guess I will get the opportunity at last... yummy... toe, heel, toe, heel...oop's I'm sure you had a nose when I first had you!!

Oh, do so please have a hat with your name on Mr Insect…. How jolly sporting of you!

Goody gum drops, can’t wait until august!

[lisalisa]

Lisa,

May I first say what an honour it is to be in the presence of a true lady of such class and taste. It's definitely festival season and I worry the ground may be a bit muddy. Perhaps we could oblige by lying down to form a human carpet and dance floor stretching from where you choose to park your car to cover every inch of the venue so that you and your friends need not have to worry about getting any mud on your shoes or boots? A sea of flesh for you to stand upon as casually as you choose without the slightest thought and to dance upon as you choose, all willing victims who have signed away all rights over their very lives in exchange for such a privilege, perhaps even dosed with painkillers and others drugs to paralyse us to stop any risk of moving about or causing a distraction as you and your friends enjoy your day out. Of course not all may survive, but that should be of little consequence. After a few drinks you may wish to play whatever games you are in the mood for, seeing how far your heels sink in, trying to balance with your heels deep in the mouths of two different slaves or just who can lick your shoes or boots until they shine strongest in the sun. Or you may just wish to dance long into the night before walking across the human floor back to your car and speeding off into the night.



Now that is an amazing concept Mr Chaosmonkey and one to which I threw around here with my friends. It gave us all quite a giggle thinking up things we could do with a floor like you suggest and everyone thought it would be fun to try it out.

Some said they would kick off their shoes and dance around so they could feel what it would be like in bare feet, while others said they would keep their shoes on and simply dance away without really thinking about it.

I personally would treat it no differently after a couple of drinks and I guess you would need a few pain killers with the shoes I had in mind! Lol.

One of the best ideas we had was if we could play netball or something and run around as normal without getting tripped up all the time. Another suggestion was beach volley, because you could all be half buried in the sand and not stick up so much! … That got a particularly big laugh because it would be quite easy for us to get on with the game at hand and not worry too much about bits sticking up all over the place. (You know what I mean!!!)

However, having said that, it would be rather amusing to walk around squishing them all….. and I can promise you, that little idea got talked about for quite some time and unsurprisingly there was very little restraint in what some girls would get up to if they found a field full of those…. Tut, tut!

Anyway Mr Chaosmonkey, I thank you for your post. It certainly gave a few girls something to think about and I found a few things out about some of my friends I most certainly would not repeat in public! Lol.

[rugman]

Oh, just one thing though, I have never had the chance to get in some good kicking practice by standing on someones neck with one boot and kicking the face with the other. I guess I will get the opportunity at last... yummy... toe, heel, toe, heel...oop's I'm sure you had a nose when I first had you!!

Oh, do so please have a hat with your name on Mr Insect…. How jolly sporting of you!

Goody gum drops, can’t wait until august!
Uh, insect, I'd stay well clear. :D I read something else that Lady LisaLisa recently wrote about hunt protesters, and she is not kidding. She's ferociously annoyed at you folks.

I may be accidentally tipping her had in this, and maybe she's intentionally drawing you in unawares. But for your own safety, I would interpret her "they play for keeps!" quite literally.

But if you do walk yourself into this situation, I expect a full report right here. :D

[wormee]

Yeah, Lisa scares me sometimes.
How awesome.

[lisalisa]

Uh, insect, I'd stay well clear.

You rotters!

Don’t listen to Mr Kenrug or that Mr Wormee thing insect, I’m not really that naughty!
Please, please wear your little hat and come out to play, I promise it will be fun, honest.

Umm… I’ll let you stroke my horse…. I’ll make you a cup of tea (possibly)….. and I have already cleared a space in the kitchen!

If you come on the train, just get a one way ticket, okay? And don’t let anyone know your coming! .. good boy… see you in August.

[rugman]

If you come on the train, just get a one way ticket, okay? And don’t let anyone know your coming! ..
Aaaahahahahahaha! :D LMFAO!

Heh... well, insect, if you didn't need any more proof. :)

Dead Man Walking!

[Rugboy3]

I really do wish that you had your own site! I'd drop my life savings watching you stomp down on men. Most of these sites are too nice to their rugs. I'd love to just see you in action for 30 seconds.

[lisalisa]

Aaaahahahahahaha! :D LMFAO!

Heh... well, insect, if you didn't need any more proof. :)

Dead Man Walking!


You can't keep puting him off like that Mr Kenrug, that's really totally unfair!

I don't have a 'sab' trophy and I want one!

Don't listen to him insect..... he's just kidding okay?

Forget about the train ticket and hitch a lift or something..... just come on your own and hide in a bush with your hat on! That's fine.

See you in August..... friend :eyebrows:

[rugman]

I can see I've been going about this all wrong.

Hmmm. Let's see.

Okay. 1) we don't allow insect squishing here. ;)

And 2) I've been missing an important and obvious opportunity here. What was insect supposed to be wearing? And do you think it comes in my size?

:D

[rugman]

(I'm just kidding around here. Not trying to interject myself into Insect's conversation - apologies. And I think I saw him on another part of the forum holding an anti-fox-hunting protest sign!)

[hhhmmm]

Aaaahahahahahaha! :D LMFAO!

Heh... well, insect, if you didn't need any more proof. :)

Dead Man Walking!


I have to say all, that I have found this link really funny:) Cracks me up . . :) Love watching everyone play around, reminds me of the old mIRC days, just a little bit slower . . hehehehehe:)

hhhmmm:)

[Wokon by]

I can see I've been going about this all wrong.

Hmmm. Let's see.

Okay. 1) we don't allow insect squishing here. ;)
and 2....
:DI would not like to guess if that is exactly what he/the power that be (http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=88878) meant in rule #16

There is a theme happening here... maybe she is just inviting (setting) him up for tea and cucumber parties and show him how 'humane' hunting is. (once he is there... I imagine She will show him the e is pronounced SILENCE!.) and give him ample time to get aquainted with the rules.
As far as outfits? because I am not familiar with all the formal English dress codes.. I heard something bad about wearing Black or Red jackets?
He, most likely, will have on a Birthday Suit topped with a bright cap and Lisa's boot print, not hard to miss.. hehe.


(from various posts around the forum)Hmm!!..... Well hunting season starts pretty soon,...


Helooo Mr Wormee, lol. You can see me anytime!!

Sorry...... I must remember to stamp my foot every now and then!I want you for my kitchen floor and it would be totally unfair if one of the other girls stole you because your name is on my list, not theirs!!

There is another story in the pipeline by the way, it's just a case of putting it together so it makes ends meet and then I will release it as one single post, as I did with 'in your face'.


Once upon a time there was a little worm that use to cross our path every morning. He would hum away to himself as he wiggled over the cobble stones to the garden next door.

One day, Lisa was late for work and as she stepped out of the front door and made her way down the path, she completely forgot about the friendly little worm and her stiletto heel accidentally went straight through little worm's……..

Part two to follow.


Hmm, know what you mean about annoying! lol

However, isn't that what you call interaction?

I would Not want to call myself a ARTHROPODA Insecta (http://www.kendall-bioresearch.co.uk/class.htm) or any think like that..


Insect, Wormee, Et.al sounds like you are all on her (gulp) list.. I'm gald Im not "Buging her".

Don't forget make your payment on your insurance policy and sign your Beneficiary form statement leaving everything to one of Lisa's favorite charities (she is high society, not lowbrow).. 'Sanctuaries for pony-boys' LODGSCELES RECLUSUS it is a "Lodge" afterall.:eyebrows:


"Uh, insect, I'd stay well clear. I read something else that Lady LisaLisa recently wrote about hunt protesters, and she is not kidding. She's ferociously annoyed at you folks." ..BRING IT ON!!!! I love a good fight
I love animals , they are such good sports, they let us eat them. Im all for being a vegiterian, not humaniterian (one eats vegitable the other eats.. ).

How long do you think you can you hide in the bush?

Ever heard of a Lady HAWK (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089457/) as a rider, natrualy preditorial? (it may if been a movie-no that was planet of the apes with the hunt.)

I venture to think you are being invited to help with research for a new 'real life' story and She will to be 'educational' and work out many of her journalistic scenes to the finest detail by including all her 'friends' ! (she even once called you friend.. <<NO WORRIES>> said the spider to the.... ) "a great writer always needs to be motivated and percise in accounting the details",Isn't that what little ladies are taught in boarding schools? I believe she used to also pull the wings off of flies. so she could make believe she had angel wings. I'm not evil.......I'm a wickle angel, lol

According to the BBC news...
One was Spotted recently in the UK .

'Deadly ladybird' sighted in UK
A ladybird which has already caused havoc to native insects in UK a has been spotted near a pub (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/essex/3715120.stm)

Heed the Warning... SEE the signs for your future... (I heard someone is seeking souls!) as you lay on her doorstoop, notice the sign on the door.. if it says
" A band on hope all ye enter" you may be in for a long one!

:theband: Did she say she "sang 'backup'".. was it for the song 'She devil went to Georgia?'':devil:

Enjoy and may you run fast.

[rugman]

I wrote Rule 16. I was only joking in this instance. Sorry if I confused you.

[rugman]

Wokon by, reading back into your rant I'm thinking of reminding you that I am motivated towards making this place friendly towards well-meaning people who want to enjoy the place.

I speak softly to you. I only ask if you hear me.

[lisalisa]

Oh, fiddle sticks!

This is what hunt protestors do you know. They disrupt the place and then run off!

Oh and yes Mr Wokon, I did pull the wings off insects, but not for the reason you state!
I just thought they were pretty and wanted to keep them.

[Wokon by]

NO offense meant to the Lovely Lady.. I think she is FANTASTIC!@

it is just like a spider luring her prey into her den...
looking at her writings.. she is onto something here. I think she is about to use the forum to get her 'fresh meat'. :p

(as she once put it to some new guy on his first post)

I just feel for people wwith the chosen names like Insect and wormee.. they are going to end up under that stilleto heel as discribed in the prequel to the story.. lol (not saying there is anything wrong with that actually) and trying to forwarn them of the "Miss LISALISA" .. she may seem like a quiet type, angelic.. trusting, kind sweet.. etc.. THOSE are the one we need to look out for. they are the one who harbour the wicked minds sets we read in the female stories. Rhere is nothing better then to read a woman who truly enjoys her "work and play" I hope she writes all about it in her NEXT story post


If she has a problem with the above thread-- Im sure she can take it up with me as she has in the past and as you have mentioned.. she CAN hold her own. I shake when she is in HER boots!

maybe you prefer short posts kenrug..

but in brief of the above (Cliff notes if you will and without the hidden links): if I was a worm or an insect, I'd be scared! of those boots and I know for sure I would never volnteer to be on that hunt with her.. especially saying I was "anti-hunting"! and if he does go take that short trip in Aug...... I hope we hear from him again :D

My jest is only in praise. Not a rant.

[insect]

After my internet being down I've just logged on and read the last...page of posts, including those from Miss Lisa..and I'm shaking here...is it too late to change my name to Armadillo?
I'm afraid Miss Lisa that I've always been an Insect of priciples and I feel it is my duty to attend your hunt in August with a hat emblazened with my name for the sake of the fox.
Just think, instead of hunting and killing a defenceless animal, you can hunt and maim (please not kill) a defenceless insect!
What colour clothes would you recommend I wear to match your kitchen floor? I have to say if I survived the ire of your Lady friends (and that's a big if), I would love to endure you trying out your standing on my neck while you stamp on my head technique, anything I can do to help you develop your deadly expertise.
Do you hink my head would fit in your trophy cabinet or would it be better used as a spitton cum ashtray?
Principles are a great thing but I have always wondered what it would take to bend them. As a veggy and an ex-sab I wonder if Miss Lisa would take great delight in breaking my principles, forcing me to eat dog-food, to lick the boots of your hunting lady friends, to become a beagle for a day! I wonder how much it would take to make me break my principles? Off to buy my train ticket now....

[insect]

Aaaahahahahahaha! :D LMFAO!

Heh... well, insect, if you didn't need any more proof. :)

Dead Man Walking!


I can't help myself Kenrug, I'm like the rodent in the Cobra's gaze (except i'm an insect....damn i'm confusing myself now)

[wormee]

Oh come on, she's not evil....

















...much.

[insect]

Wormee...ever wondered what it would be like to be stuffed and mounted?...I don't think we will be that lucky.......squished and forgotten is our future

[lisalisa]

See Mr Kenrug, I told you he would come back!

Thank you for not running off insect...... I am your friend!

Don't listen to anyone else because they will tell you all sorts of bad things about me and it's not true!
I really like 'sabs' so don't change your mind!

Anyway, I have put you on my list and we can make details of where and when once the hunt dates are posted.

Have you told any of your imediate family? or friends? well don't.... say your going abroad or something!

Finally, Your last post shows lots of initiative for party games after the hunt, but don't worry, I have some ideas I would like to try myself and there much better than your's.

Oh and I would like to retract just one small part of my other post.... the bit about letting you stroke my horse I mean!

[lisalisa]

And Mr Wokon.... Mr wormee is my friend so leave him alone!!

[Wokon by]

OH course he is...

and you would not hurt your insect "Friends" (use, abuse, squish and ignore them underfoot, stomp on a few for a bit.., that's ok )

why is it there is a gleem in your eye when you say "friend" as you lead them to slaughter... or have them lay down after a few G&T's?:eyebrows:

Is your garden full of flatten slugs, snails and other worms as they cross your path?

[liveashtray]

hi MISS LISA--stuffed and mounted,used as an ashtray?The woman of my dreams who'd use my face and body as her ashtray,preferably without legs and arms,me just standing there on my shortened legs,mouth permanently open,waiting to be used--ARE YOU CRUEL ENOUGH to own such a device??

[rugman]

Is your garden full of flatten slugs, snails and other worms as they cross your path?
Caution Wokon.

[Wokon by]

Caution Wokon.

Thanks for the pre-caution,:) but I think you should be a bit More specific...
as to What you are cautioning about. *

I watch where I'm going when I'm WOkON. I try not to step o/in things. As far as being a Tramp?..Im a trampl- heee, not a trampl Her :p

Certainly it can not be that I've just made a vague reference to someone's quote .
Or do you think I'm making a advocacy for a storyline in violation of a rule you wrote?

I'm sure it can have nothing to do with Lisa asking me to lay off 'Wormee', because I have not even brought him personally into the thread except his name is that of also an Insect. (and I assume he picked it with a similiar fantasy as many of having a "bug's eye view".. but you know him better then I do)

note to:
Wormee: I do not believe she is actually evil.. but I know her mind May be sometimes!:) but hey, I would love to find out how evil she CAN be. IF you get to serve her.. please let us all know.
Insect: I Trust you will actually have a Great time and a good work out when you head south to meet up with Lisa and her hunting party in Aug (I would still suggest looking at some escape techniques from planet of the apes series and other human hunts films.. just incase lol)


Kenrug , I'll remember to look both ways when wokon to a crossing so I don't get railXroaded .. "the light at the end of a tunnel is not always an on coming train"


And again to MiLady Lisalisa- :whip: keep 'em in line :worship:



*it may have been misdirected nor even justified.

[wormee]

"Wormee: I do not believe she is actually evil.. but I know her mind May be sometimes!:) but hey, I would love to find out how evil she CAN be. IF you get to serve her.. please let us all know. "

I'm not the kind of gentleman who would (be) crush(ed) and tell.
;)

[lisalisa]

"Wormee: I do not believe she is actually evil

Thank you Mr Wormee, Your a true friend!.....


You know you are safe with me! :wink2:

[rugman]

Thanks for the pre-caution,:) but I think you should be a bit More specific...
as to What you are cautioning about. *

I watch where I'm going when I'm WOkON. I try not to step o/in things. As far as being a Tramp?..Im a trampl- heee, not a trampl Her :p

Certainly it can not be that I've just made a vague reference to someone's quote .
Or do you think I'm making a advocacy for a storyline in violation of a rule you wrote?

I'm sure it can have nothing to do with Lisa asking me to lay off 'Wormee', because I have not even brought him personally into the thread except his name is that of also an Insect. (and I assume he picked it with a similiar fantasy as many of having a "bug's eye view".. but you know him better then I do)

note to:
Wormee: I do not believe she is actually evil.. but I know her mind May be sometimes!:) but hey, I would love to find out how evil she CAN be. IF you get to serve her.. please let us all know.
Insect: I Trust you will actually have a Great time and a good work out when you head south to meet up with Lisa and her hunting party in Aug (I would still suggest looking at some escape techniques from planet of the apes series and other human hunts films.. just incase lol)


Kenrug , I'll remember to look both ways when wokon to a crossing so I don't get railXroaded .. "the light at the end of a tunnel is not always an on coming train"


And again to MiLady Lisalisa- :whip: keep 'em in line :worship:



*it may have been misdirected nor even justified.
Okay, smartass. Have it your way.

You said, "Is your garden full of flatten slugs, snails and other worms as they cross your path?"

Ahem. May I quote Rule 16 (http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showpost.php?p=543142&postcount=18)?

Why yes, I may.
16. Absolutely no images, discussion or advocacy of “animal crush,” or media (videos, stories, etc.) depicting it, are allowed at MDFF. Do not post links to other websites where this topic is discussed or in any other way use MDFF as a vehicle for people to locate such content or discussions.

For the purposes of this MDFF Rule, “animal” includes all living or formerly living members of the taxonomical classification “Kingdom Animalia,” with the single (and obvious) exception of adult (18 years +) homo sapiens. Images or content that violate this rule will be deleted. Repeat offenses will lead to more severe disciplinary action.
Here's a clue for you, for future reference. If I drop out of "member Kenrug mode" and offer some kind of guidance, warning or reprimand, you'd best pay attention because I insist that you take it seriously.

The Rules are there for everybody to read and understand, and all members are - as a initial and continued condition of their membership - required to remain aware of them, and review them frequently.

If you require further education on this matter, I'm sure I can arrange for you to have the additional free time that will require.

Am I understood?

[wormee]

Thank you Mr Wormee, Your a true friend!.....


You know you are safe with me! :wink2:

Uh huh... Nice and safe in the shadow of your boot, eh?

[lisalisa]

Uh huh... Nice and safe in the shadow of your boot, eh?

Under the arch of my boot you go Mr Wormee.... and hold on tight, I'm going dancing!

:eyebrows:

[lisalisa]

hi MISS LISA--stuffed and mounted,used as an ashtray?The woman of my dreams who'd use my face and body as her ashtray,preferably without legs and arms,me just standing there on my shortened legs,mouth permanently open,waiting to be used--ARE YOU CRUEL ENOUGH to own such a device??


You’re only cruel if you stuff it in the corner and don’t use it!!

I think you could possibly fit well into my house if you wanted Mr Liveashtray, as I have a somewhat bizarre collection of skin rugs, stuffed heads, curios and boar war things my grandfather had collected over the years.
(My two brothers now live abroad and I got lumbered with them!!)

I drew the line with a tatty old moose head though, because its horns were five foot wide and use to give me the ebe jebe’s when I was a child. It had somewhat buck teeth for some reason and looked like it was trying to whistle or something….. Really strange!
Most of the collection is hidden away because it’s all sort of weird, but some of the nicer things are up in the main hall and look pretty good strung across the walls.

My first foxy head hangs pride of place though, even though he is minus an ear and unfortunately, one of his front teeth got knocked out when he was accidentally knocked off the wall with a hockey stick.

Human ashtrays are fine though and there is always a place for those in any home.
I find the better ones are kept on the floor by your feet and when you need to open up the ash bit, you press your boot hard into it’s neck and hay presto….. The mouth opens so you can flick your ash in!

I do like novelty things and there a real wiz at parties, especially when they double up as footrests.

One of the best reasons to have ashtrays like this is you don’t have to empty them and they are pretty much self cleaning.
However, leaving your cigarette burning in the ashtray is a little off putting because phooey! They smell funny when they get burned.

I quite like the idea of having one with no limbs in a curious kind of way, as you could kick it around when you are bored.

Hey, why not go one step further and just become a head! You could double up as a scatter cushion maybe? Lol...

…… Oh, my goodness, what am I saying! ……. They would be far too lumpy!

[insect]

I jst want to say the name insect came about as it was a shortened name & was never alluding to a bugs eye view of the world or anything of that genre...that said, now that the actual hunting of foxes is banned (hurrah!-sorry Lisa) in England, I have this sneaking feeling that when I turn up to your hunt in Agust Miss Lisa, I'll end up witha pair of floppy ears and an auburn brush tail up my jaxy, sprayed with hormones and running for my life from a pack of angry, blood thirsty upper class huntresses (is that a word?)
Am I being paranoid here?
I have to admit to being a bit nervous of horses (weell, there's not much call for them in Birmingham) so not stroking your horse I can cope with but will I still get my promised cup of tea?

[downboy]

This puts me in mind of the Jethro Tull song "Hunging Girl".

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPWGsHCn7N0

Lyrics.

One day I walked the road and crossed a field
To go by where the hounds ran hard.
And on the master raced: behind the hunters chased
To where the path was barred.
One fine young lady's horse refused the fence to clear.
I unlocked the gate but she did wait until the pack had disappeared.
Crop handle carved in bone;
Sat high upon a throne of finest English leather.
The queen of all the pack,
This joker raised his hat and talked about the weather.
All should be warned about this high born hunting girl.
She took this simple man's downfall in hand;
I raised the flag that she unfurled.

Boot leather flashing and spurnecks the size of my thumb.
This high born hunter had tastes as strange as they come.
Unbridled passion: I took the bit in my teeth.
Her standing over --- me on my knees underneath.

My lady, be discrete.
I must get to my feet and go back to the farm.
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate,
I might come to some harm.
Im not inclined to acts refined, if that's how it goes.
Oh, high born hunting girl,
Im just a normal low born so and so.

[chaosmonkey]

Hi Lisa,

I'm glad you liked my suggstion of a full human carpet to play with... and would be very interested to know what fun you and your friends might have dreampt up faced with a forest of things protruding from the sand... I love the idea of beach volleyball! I can imagine you'd do a hell of a lot of damage without ever even noticing, but then why should you? How would that make you feel? Just a pity beach volleyball doesn't really work in heels... maybe a decent conga line would be fun? What shoes did you have in mind?? Of course I would love to volunteer to become a permanent rug or pair of boots should the worst happen, it would be an honour.


Chaosmonkey

[Wokon by]

DOWN BOY...
There is a ring of truth in those lyrics.
That is how I would percieve the Lady .

Great find. btw.:clap: I have not heard Tull in ages, I forgot how Ian played. ( I heard after all his success, he actually went to get REAL flute lessons because he had picked up so many 'bad fingering' habits on the road -pun intended)

rock on! :theband:


Insect.. Fear is Good.. fight or flight. (As with all good high society English(wo)men, I m certain you shall be offered and have your Tea--- as for the ears and tail... you may wish to ask the huntress how she prefers you to dress)

Im sure she is a member of the RSPCA.. lol... so anythying she does, you will be protected.
Have you taken up jogging ?

[insect]

I'm sure there's a Jethro Tull Close in Wallingford..or is it Jethro Tull Gardens..yeah think it is...I wonder why?

Wokon..I certainly won't be mentioning the A.L.F. at any stage of the tea drinking, I hope she has some nice biscuits ..kind of a last snack/supper :help:

[hhhmmm]

insect, maybe after she has ground the biscuits under her boots, and make you lick the soles clean, for your last supper:)

hehehehehee:)

hhhmmm:)

[liveashtray]

hi MissLisa---i think you'd enjoy kicking my limbless body around when you're bored and not smoking--i can just feel your stilletto boots ripping my burned flesh especially the cigar burns on my face--but it's my duty to amuse you when you're bored,after all,i'm just an appliance to serve you and your friends--i know my place....under your heels and cigarettes

[insect]

oh fuck it, lets just get back to the comedy..

[lisalisa]

This puts me in mind of the Jethro Tull song "Hunging Girl".

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPWGsHCn7N0

Crop handle carved in bone;
Sat high upon a throne of finest English leather.
The queen of all the pack,
All should be warned about this high born hunting girl.



And what a lovely song Mr Downboy. Thank you ever so for posting it.
Charming! lol.

Do you like hunting Mr Downboy..... Oh please say yes and give me an excuse to pop on a couple of mounted foxy head pictures for all the 'sabs' to see.

There would be nothing in the rules for doing that would there Mr moderators? I mean, they have been stuffed and all that!

[trampleme5]

LisaLisa you are very wicked at times lol ....and no i,m not a sab either although it could be beneficial lol.

[lisalisa]

Oh, here we go…. Insect is showing his true form by golly and wants me to chase him in costume, lol.
Let me tell you sabby, I want you in one of those scruffy parker type coats that you all wear and one of those woolly hats with insect written on it.
I’m not going to be fobbed off with this costume drama, I want the real thing!!

Besides, If we dressed you up as a fox and you started to run, you would have us in fits of giggles, especially if you had an auburn jaxi up your brush! And we would not be able to hunt you down properly.

Oh no, this is for keeps and keep I will!!
(When did I promise you a cup of tea?)

[lisalisa]

LisaLisa you are very wicked at times lol ....and no i,m not a sab either although it could be beneficial lol.

You can be a sab if you like Mr Trampleme. But I had plans for you in respect of something else.
besides, I'm getting to like you a little, so its an indoor job for you! :eyebrows:

[trampleme5]

no thanks i,ll let the others be the sabs lol............ ohhhh a nice cushy little indoor job thankyou Lisa and ithink that your just wonderful

[vertago]

I might have missed it, but who was the author of this story? Long post wasn't sure? Anybody know?

[lisalisa]

It was Mr Wormee that started it!!!!!

[Peeping TOM]

the by-line says LisaLisa

It may be HER's?
I hope so, it is a wonderful story and her great commentary in the rest of this post, it is like a running story line.

ThankYouLisa

[vertago]

oh , I see . Thanks.

[lisalisa]

oh , I see . Thanks.

Mr Vertigo, what do you see?


And Thank you Mr Peeping tom... lol, I have never said thank you to a peeping tom before!!

[Stryder]

What does it say about me to say I would really love that to happen to me just as described and hang the injuries.