thesully
09-12-2008, 9:33 AM
My friend Jenelle is half Philippino and half white. She has trampled me a couple of times, once in heels and once barefoot. We talk all the time and she tells me that she enjoys our trample sessions. Because we talk so often, we commonly express our feelings to each other on a number of topics. The following story is a dramatization, but the idea for it came from comments that she made to me during a couple of our conversations. I have already read the story to her and gotten her approval to post it. She is interested to see how many guys respond positively to it. Many of the quotes in it came directly from our conversations, so let us know what you think.
Jenelle's Dream
"Old people should just go to the place where old people go and just be gone."
Jenelle couldn't stand old people. I asked her once if I made a floor of old people, would she walk on them. She said no. So I asked if she thought old people were not even as good as dirt. She stated that walking on a floor of old people would be like walking on some strange substance that oozed and she would never do that.
So one day I got a call from Jenelle and she was royally mad at me. I asked her what I did wrong and she said she wouldn't tell me until I was where I belonged, beneath her feet. So I went to her house. I didn't know what I was in for, but I knew I was gonna get trampled. When I got there she made me take off my shoes and assume the position. I got on my hands and knees and Jenelle stood with her feet on my feet facing the same direction I would be crawling in. Then she said, "mush!" and I began to crawl toward her room while her forward steps kept pace with my forward crawl keeping her feet on my feet the whole way.
When we got to her room she told me to take off my shirt and roll over face up. She was raised in an Asian household, so she never walked on the carpet with her shoes on. That meant that if she was going to trample me in shoes, she had to step into them while she was standing on me and also take them off before she dismounted. So there I am waiting for the stomping of my life and Jenelle finds a pair of heels with the smallest heel tips I had ever seen. A shiver ran through my spine as she approached me with them in her hand. She stepped up onto me and with a scowl on her very pretty face she said, "you deserve this, you know."
Well, I didn't know, but I was about to find out. Jenelle put her left shoe so that the stiletto of the left shoe was inserted in my belly button. Then she stepped into it and stood while she took her own sweet time about placing the right stiletto so that it rested on my left nipple with the sole of that shoe resting on my chest and the tip of the toe almost touching my right nipple. Jenelle continued to balance on her left foot with all of her weight focused above the stiletto heel that was trying to push its way through my belly button to the floor.
Finally after savoring her balanced stance she wiggled her other foot into the other shoe and I winced a little as the stiletto heel rocked back and forth and from side to side on my left nipple with increasing pressure. Finally her success at inserting her foot fully into the shoe was punctuated by a sudden bump as her foot's heel pushed its way through the resisting narrow opening of the back of the shoe and landed forcefully against the shoe's inner sole. I let out a quiet moan as I felt the stiletto dig into my nipple under a full half of her weight.
Mercifully she stood still without moving her feet as she began to talk down to me, not metaphorically, but literally talk down to me on the floor beneath her feet. As she spoke, she again shifted her weight so that most of it was on her left foot with the heel in my belly button. Then she lifted the sole of her right foot and focused her remaining weight on the heel of the shoe on my left nipple. As she began to speak in a slow deliberate manner she also began to grind her heel back and forth into my left nipple in a slow deliberate manner.
"Do you remember when you asked me if you made a floor of old people would I walk on it?"
I nodded to affirm my recall, because I couldn't really talk much with Jenelle's stiletto pressing mercilessly into my belly button, and I think she wanted it that way. No interruptions while Princess Jenelle was speaking.
She asked again as if to make sure my lowly male brain had fully registered the question and given an accurate response. She also put a little growl in her voice this second time and pushed down a little harder with her heel as she ground it continually into my left nipple.
"Do you remember when you asked me if you made a floor of old people would I walk on it?"
I nodded again, because not to have answered her would have been cause for even more annoyance, and she seemed pretty annoyed already.
"Well I had a dream last night, no a nightmare and it is all your fault. You put that image in my head and it finally made its way to one of my dreams.
"So there I am barefoot on the side of the road which is bad enough, because you know that I don't like stepping on the ground barefoot. It makes my feet all dirty. And I will not have dirty feet.
"So there I am barefoot on the side of the road and my house is on the other side of the road. And wouldn't you know it, I have to pee really bad. But I will not go to the bathroom outside like some cavewoman, I just will not.
"So there I am barefoot on the side of the road and my house is on the other side and I have to pee really bad, and I start to cross the road. But I feel something squishy under my feet. And you know how I hate feeling something squishy under my feet."
This last statement was punctuated by a little growl in her voice on the word feet as she pushed even harder into my left nipple and continued her merciless grinding of my nipple under her heel. When I opened my mouth in a silent expression of agony, she spit right into my mouth and said, "Pay attention!"
She continued, "So there I am barefoot on the side of the road and my house is on the other side and I have to pee really bad, and I start to cross the road. But I feel something squishy under my feet. I looked down and saw that I was walking on a road covered with old people. No, actually, the road was made out of old people. And here I was standing with one of my feet right on some old guy's face and the other was partially on some old lady's chin with my big toe halfway in her mouth displacing her dentures.
"And you know me, so I screamed and jumped off the road of old people back onto the side of the road. Now my feet were getting even dirtier on the bottom because of having yucky old people spit on the bottom of my feet.
"Now I'm in a panic, because I have to pee really bad, so I have to get to my house on the other side of the road of old people, but I was not walking across that road of gross old people.
"For a brief moment I thought about going around them, but when I looked in both directions the road just went on and on as far as I could see and it was covered with gross old people the whole way. And I was not about to walk anywhere barefoot on the side of the road, because my feet would have gotten dirtier and dirtier for no reason. So I just stood there needing to pee worse and worse.
"I tried to hold it for as long as I could. I even started doing the 'gotta go pee' dance. Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer, so I had to cross the road of gross old people. When I started to cross the road, I was walking with my knees together and holding my hands between my legs to keep the pee in. And that made it harder to walk on the road of old people and made me take even longer.
"When I got halfway across the road, I really couldn't take it any longer and the pee started spraying out from between my fingers, so I just let go and opened my legs and peed all over my legs and feet and the faces of all those gross old people beneath me. I was mortified, but it was such a relief not to have to pee anymore that I just stood there relaxing my bladder until I had peed myself dry.
"As I stood there, I looked down at the faces of the old people I had just peed on. One old man seems to have caught a lot of my pee in his open mouth. It also covered his face and he was sort of gurgling through the pee. I could also see the moisture on the faces of all the other old people who were nearby under where I stood.
"Something about the old man's face, the one with my pee in his mouth, kept disturbing me, like he was a reminder of my predicament. So I put my right foot right under his chin over his throat and forced his mouth closed. Then I stood there on his throat holding his mouth closed. I brought my left foot close to my right and turned it at right angles to my right foot. I covered his face with my foot and stood on it. I could feel the old man convulsing, because he couldn't breath. He was trying to swallow my pee to clear his airway, but I was standing on his throat. And he couldn't breath through his nose because my other foot was covering his face while I was standing on it. He made weird muffled choking noises while I just stood on him. Just as his convulsions stopped, I woke up.
"God, I hate old people. They are like zombies. They move really slow, their skin is all decayed, and they stink really bad. You know how when you nuke something in the microwave like cheese over broccoli it coats the broccoli like a vacuum sealed plastic bag and it gets in every little nook and crannie. That is like the skin on an old person. I hate that. It is so gross.
"So when I woke up I was feeling all icky anyway just from having dreamed about walking on a road made out of disgusting old people. Then slowly I began to realize that I hadn't just dreamed about peeing. I had actually peed. Do you understand what I'm telling you. For the first time in, like, 23 years I wet the bed. And it is all your fault!
"My mom always told me, 'You don't pee in the bed, you don't pee in the bed! Peeing on people is fine, but you don't pee in the bed! And...you...made...me...PEE...in...the...bed! You asshole!"
Jenelle made sure that every deliberate word of her last two sentences was punctuated by an increase in the grinding pressure of her heel on my nipple. Finally, she uttered a forceful breathy sound of disgust and just started freely stomping and tromping all over my body with her killer stilettos. I was dying beneath her, but I dare not protest, because Princess Jenelle was venting. It was her right to vent. And it was my place to take it, no matter how painful or uncomfortable it may have been. So I lay there bearing up under the intense pain of her trample tirade. And she had no mercy as her annoyance and disgust found new expression through her steps.
Jenelle must have unleashed her rage on me for the better part of half an hour. Finally she just stopped all of a sudden. She said, "Hold my shoes!" I did and she pulled her feet out of them one at a time and stepped onto the floor. She said, "Stay!" and I stayed. She left her room for a few seconds. When she came back she was holding the clothes hamper with both hands. She stepped to my side and looked down into my eyes. She said, "Since you are responsible for this bed wetting, I'm going to treat you like any dog that is responsible for a bed wetting should be treated. I'm gonna rub your nose in it until you learn better!"
With that Jenelle turned the hamper upside down over my face and the bed linens that she had wet with her pee fell out and tumbled all over my face. I think she had placed the linens in the hamper so that the large wet pee stain would fall directly over my face.
Now my vision was completely obstructed and my sense of smell was completely engulfed by the smell of her urine. I was just adjusting to the smell and the darkness when I felt Jenelle climb onto me again. She was very adept with grabbing things with her toes. So she grabbed one of her shoes with her toes and placed it so the heel was in my belly button again. Then she quickly stepped into the shoe and wiggled her foot around in the shoe until it was well seated. With all of her weight on the stiletto in my navel, she used the toes of her other foot to grab my nipples and pull and twist them. While I was suffering this agonizing pleasure, she kept shouting down at me, "Bad doggy, bad doggy!"
My assaulted senses were adjusting now to their new stimuli when all of a sudden Jenelle stomped her free foot down onto the linens on my face. I couldn't see it coming so I was completely taken by surprise. She did this several more times, twisting and grinding her foot on the linens on my face to make sure I got a good whiff. Each time she would forcefully utter, "Bad doggy, bad doggy!"
Finally she stopped assaulting my face and put her foot in the other stiletto. Then she began trampling me wholesale with no restraint until I actually passed out from the pain. When I came to the stilettos were gone and Jenelle was sitting on me like she would a chaise lounge. My feet had been tucked under her couch, my legs had been propped up and Jenelle was sitting with her back propped against my raised legs, her butt sinking into my abdomen, and her feet covering my face. She was watching TV and I could hear her flipping the channels.
"Back amongst the living are we?" she asked coyly.
I mumbled my acknowledgment of the statement as best I could with her feet planted heavily over my mouth and nose.
"Will you ever make me dream about walking on gross old people again?"
I mumbled, "No, Goddess Jenelle," as best I could. Anyway, she knew what I was saying and responded with a customary, "Mmph." I knew that meant she wasn't really satisfied, but since that was all she had to work with it would have to do. Besides, I knew she wasn't about to move her feet from my face just to allow me to respond to her. So I lay there the rest of the evening as Jenelle's chaise lounge and dreamed of being one of the old people she trampled and peed on in her dream.
Jenelle's Dream
"Old people should just go to the place where old people go and just be gone."
Jenelle couldn't stand old people. I asked her once if I made a floor of old people, would she walk on them. She said no. So I asked if she thought old people were not even as good as dirt. She stated that walking on a floor of old people would be like walking on some strange substance that oozed and she would never do that.
So one day I got a call from Jenelle and she was royally mad at me. I asked her what I did wrong and she said she wouldn't tell me until I was where I belonged, beneath her feet. So I went to her house. I didn't know what I was in for, but I knew I was gonna get trampled. When I got there she made me take off my shoes and assume the position. I got on my hands and knees and Jenelle stood with her feet on my feet facing the same direction I would be crawling in. Then she said, "mush!" and I began to crawl toward her room while her forward steps kept pace with my forward crawl keeping her feet on my feet the whole way.
When we got to her room she told me to take off my shirt and roll over face up. She was raised in an Asian household, so she never walked on the carpet with her shoes on. That meant that if she was going to trample me in shoes, she had to step into them while she was standing on me and also take them off before she dismounted. So there I am waiting for the stomping of my life and Jenelle finds a pair of heels with the smallest heel tips I had ever seen. A shiver ran through my spine as she approached me with them in her hand. She stepped up onto me and with a scowl on her very pretty face she said, "you deserve this, you know."
Well, I didn't know, but I was about to find out. Jenelle put her left shoe so that the stiletto of the left shoe was inserted in my belly button. Then she stepped into it and stood while she took her own sweet time about placing the right stiletto so that it rested on my left nipple with the sole of that shoe resting on my chest and the tip of the toe almost touching my right nipple. Jenelle continued to balance on her left foot with all of her weight focused above the stiletto heel that was trying to push its way through my belly button to the floor.
Finally after savoring her balanced stance she wiggled her other foot into the other shoe and I winced a little as the stiletto heel rocked back and forth and from side to side on my left nipple with increasing pressure. Finally her success at inserting her foot fully into the shoe was punctuated by a sudden bump as her foot's heel pushed its way through the resisting narrow opening of the back of the shoe and landed forcefully against the shoe's inner sole. I let out a quiet moan as I felt the stiletto dig into my nipple under a full half of her weight.
Mercifully she stood still without moving her feet as she began to talk down to me, not metaphorically, but literally talk down to me on the floor beneath her feet. As she spoke, she again shifted her weight so that most of it was on her left foot with the heel in my belly button. Then she lifted the sole of her right foot and focused her remaining weight on the heel of the shoe on my left nipple. As she began to speak in a slow deliberate manner she also began to grind her heel back and forth into my left nipple in a slow deliberate manner.
"Do you remember when you asked me if you made a floor of old people would I walk on it?"
I nodded to affirm my recall, because I couldn't really talk much with Jenelle's stiletto pressing mercilessly into my belly button, and I think she wanted it that way. No interruptions while Princess Jenelle was speaking.
She asked again as if to make sure my lowly male brain had fully registered the question and given an accurate response. She also put a little growl in her voice this second time and pushed down a little harder with her heel as she ground it continually into my left nipple.
"Do you remember when you asked me if you made a floor of old people would I walk on it?"
I nodded again, because not to have answered her would have been cause for even more annoyance, and she seemed pretty annoyed already.
"Well I had a dream last night, no a nightmare and it is all your fault. You put that image in my head and it finally made its way to one of my dreams.
"So there I am barefoot on the side of the road which is bad enough, because you know that I don't like stepping on the ground barefoot. It makes my feet all dirty. And I will not have dirty feet.
"So there I am barefoot on the side of the road and my house is on the other side of the road. And wouldn't you know it, I have to pee really bad. But I will not go to the bathroom outside like some cavewoman, I just will not.
"So there I am barefoot on the side of the road and my house is on the other side and I have to pee really bad, and I start to cross the road. But I feel something squishy under my feet. And you know how I hate feeling something squishy under my feet."
This last statement was punctuated by a little growl in her voice on the word feet as she pushed even harder into my left nipple and continued her merciless grinding of my nipple under her heel. When I opened my mouth in a silent expression of agony, she spit right into my mouth and said, "Pay attention!"
She continued, "So there I am barefoot on the side of the road and my house is on the other side and I have to pee really bad, and I start to cross the road. But I feel something squishy under my feet. I looked down and saw that I was walking on a road covered with old people. No, actually, the road was made out of old people. And here I was standing with one of my feet right on some old guy's face and the other was partially on some old lady's chin with my big toe halfway in her mouth displacing her dentures.
"And you know me, so I screamed and jumped off the road of old people back onto the side of the road. Now my feet were getting even dirtier on the bottom because of having yucky old people spit on the bottom of my feet.
"Now I'm in a panic, because I have to pee really bad, so I have to get to my house on the other side of the road of old people, but I was not walking across that road of gross old people.
"For a brief moment I thought about going around them, but when I looked in both directions the road just went on and on as far as I could see and it was covered with gross old people the whole way. And I was not about to walk anywhere barefoot on the side of the road, because my feet would have gotten dirtier and dirtier for no reason. So I just stood there needing to pee worse and worse.
"I tried to hold it for as long as I could. I even started doing the 'gotta go pee' dance. Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer, so I had to cross the road of gross old people. When I started to cross the road, I was walking with my knees together and holding my hands between my legs to keep the pee in. And that made it harder to walk on the road of old people and made me take even longer.
"When I got halfway across the road, I really couldn't take it any longer and the pee started spraying out from between my fingers, so I just let go and opened my legs and peed all over my legs and feet and the faces of all those gross old people beneath me. I was mortified, but it was such a relief not to have to pee anymore that I just stood there relaxing my bladder until I had peed myself dry.
"As I stood there, I looked down at the faces of the old people I had just peed on. One old man seems to have caught a lot of my pee in his open mouth. It also covered his face and he was sort of gurgling through the pee. I could also see the moisture on the faces of all the other old people who were nearby under where I stood.
"Something about the old man's face, the one with my pee in his mouth, kept disturbing me, like he was a reminder of my predicament. So I put my right foot right under his chin over his throat and forced his mouth closed. Then I stood there on his throat holding his mouth closed. I brought my left foot close to my right and turned it at right angles to my right foot. I covered his face with my foot and stood on it. I could feel the old man convulsing, because he couldn't breath. He was trying to swallow my pee to clear his airway, but I was standing on his throat. And he couldn't breath through his nose because my other foot was covering his face while I was standing on it. He made weird muffled choking noises while I just stood on him. Just as his convulsions stopped, I woke up.
"God, I hate old people. They are like zombies. They move really slow, their skin is all decayed, and they stink really bad. You know how when you nuke something in the microwave like cheese over broccoli it coats the broccoli like a vacuum sealed plastic bag and it gets in every little nook and crannie. That is like the skin on an old person. I hate that. It is so gross.
"So when I woke up I was feeling all icky anyway just from having dreamed about walking on a road made out of disgusting old people. Then slowly I began to realize that I hadn't just dreamed about peeing. I had actually peed. Do you understand what I'm telling you. For the first time in, like, 23 years I wet the bed. And it is all your fault!
"My mom always told me, 'You don't pee in the bed, you don't pee in the bed! Peeing on people is fine, but you don't pee in the bed! And...you...made...me...PEE...in...the...bed! You asshole!"
Jenelle made sure that every deliberate word of her last two sentences was punctuated by an increase in the grinding pressure of her heel on my nipple. Finally, she uttered a forceful breathy sound of disgust and just started freely stomping and tromping all over my body with her killer stilettos. I was dying beneath her, but I dare not protest, because Princess Jenelle was venting. It was her right to vent. And it was my place to take it, no matter how painful or uncomfortable it may have been. So I lay there bearing up under the intense pain of her trample tirade. And she had no mercy as her annoyance and disgust found new expression through her steps.
Jenelle must have unleashed her rage on me for the better part of half an hour. Finally she just stopped all of a sudden. She said, "Hold my shoes!" I did and she pulled her feet out of them one at a time and stepped onto the floor. She said, "Stay!" and I stayed. She left her room for a few seconds. When she came back she was holding the clothes hamper with both hands. She stepped to my side and looked down into my eyes. She said, "Since you are responsible for this bed wetting, I'm going to treat you like any dog that is responsible for a bed wetting should be treated. I'm gonna rub your nose in it until you learn better!"
With that Jenelle turned the hamper upside down over my face and the bed linens that she had wet with her pee fell out and tumbled all over my face. I think she had placed the linens in the hamper so that the large wet pee stain would fall directly over my face.
Now my vision was completely obstructed and my sense of smell was completely engulfed by the smell of her urine. I was just adjusting to the smell and the darkness when I felt Jenelle climb onto me again. She was very adept with grabbing things with her toes. So she grabbed one of her shoes with her toes and placed it so the heel was in my belly button again. Then she quickly stepped into the shoe and wiggled her foot around in the shoe until it was well seated. With all of her weight on the stiletto in my navel, she used the toes of her other foot to grab my nipples and pull and twist them. While I was suffering this agonizing pleasure, she kept shouting down at me, "Bad doggy, bad doggy!"
My assaulted senses were adjusting now to their new stimuli when all of a sudden Jenelle stomped her free foot down onto the linens on my face. I couldn't see it coming so I was completely taken by surprise. She did this several more times, twisting and grinding her foot on the linens on my face to make sure I got a good whiff. Each time she would forcefully utter, "Bad doggy, bad doggy!"
Finally she stopped assaulting my face and put her foot in the other stiletto. Then she began trampling me wholesale with no restraint until I actually passed out from the pain. When I came to the stilettos were gone and Jenelle was sitting on me like she would a chaise lounge. My feet had been tucked under her couch, my legs had been propped up and Jenelle was sitting with her back propped against my raised legs, her butt sinking into my abdomen, and her feet covering my face. She was watching TV and I could hear her flipping the channels.
"Back amongst the living are we?" she asked coyly.
I mumbled my acknowledgment of the statement as best I could with her feet planted heavily over my mouth and nose.
"Will you ever make me dream about walking on gross old people again?"
I mumbled, "No, Goddess Jenelle," as best I could. Anyway, she knew what I was saying and responded with a customary, "Mmph." I knew that meant she wasn't really satisfied, but since that was all she had to work with it would have to do. Besides, I knew she wasn't about to move her feet from my face just to allow me to respond to her. So I lay there the rest of the evening as Jenelle's chaise lounge and dreamed of being one of the old people she trampled and peed on in her dream.