written by Unknown author
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It was right after I got out of college and I was over at an old girlfriend’s apartment. She was the “type” I usually dated (and got trampled by): 5 ft 4 and about 115 lbs (163 cm, 52 kg). She had long blond hair parted in the middle as was the custom in the early seventies. She had told me earlier in the day that she intended to trample the shit out of me when I came over so I was looking forward to it all day long.
When I got there she was wearing a pair of gold spike heels with maybe a 2 1/2 in (7 cm) heel. She said she’d picked them up at a Salvation Army Thrift Store for one dollar. “I know you like narrow heels” she said “so how are these?” I was more excited than ever because spikes were hard to find in the seventies.
She said “get undressed and lay down.” Of coarse I was quick to oblige. Almost as soon as I laid down her phone rang and she went to answer it, it was one of her girlfriends calling to chat. “Just a sec” she said into the phone and came over to me and motioned me to lie on the floor against the wall under the phone. “I can trample you while I talk to Beth” she whispered.
I laid down where she had indicated and she picked up the phone and started to talk. She stepped up onto my chest and stood with her feet fairly close together and continued to talk. Usually when I am trampled the woman steps up and down and sometimes jumps or dances at any rate she rarely stays on the same spot for long. Her heels were quite sharp and dug in instantly and after 3 minutes or so on the same spot started to hurt like hell.
Occasionally she’d lift her toes and dig her heels in deeper while looking down at me and grinning. She stepped off after 6 or 7 minutes to examine her handiwork. There were 2 deep heel imprints in my chest that looked like holes had been drilled into it, they were at least 1/2 inch deep and were already quite red on the edges. She leaned down and rubbed them and mouthed very nice to me and stepped back up onto my chest. She was less then an inch or so from the last spots she had stood on and while she continued to talk to Beth she once again stood in the same spot not moving but digging in frequently she gave an odd twist or 2 also..
After 5 more minutes of this I was ready to scream. The pain was the most intense I had ever felt and I was sure she was going to poke holes right through my skin. Again she got off and looked down and grinned and then climbed back on once more. This kept up for over an hour off and on always in the same spot for 5 or 6 minutes. Some of the heel imprints were now bordering with the earlier ones so I had holes that were connected. Tears were streaming down my face and I just wanted her to stop. But then she made it all worth while when she placed the tip of her right heel into my navel and stepped down. She stayed like that for several minutes as well, grinding her heel deep into my belly.
Her stiletto heel was going so deep into my belly button that I was sure it would scrape my spine any minute, but it felt great at the same time. At last she hung up and said “boy she’s long winded isn’t she ?” She then began a normal trample marching up and down my body with short choppy steps. Every time her heel dug into one of the marks from her standing still i had to suck in my breath. She finished by mashing the soles of her shoes into my face and having me kiss the bottoms of her shoes. When she was finished and I got up I felt both great and relived and in unbelievable pain. I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn’t think the heel marks would ever go away. they were red and purple on the sides and too deep to tell if there was any color in the middle.
She rubbed them and said “nice huh ?” and giggled. “I’m sorry but I had a really bad week and wanted to take it out on somebody. Besides you love it don’t you ?” she said with a big smile. I responded “yes” but in truth I suffered greatly and the pain lasted well over a week. The bruising was deeper than it had ever been from a trample. The marks on my chest didn’t completely go away for over 2 months. My navel where she had ground her high heel in was scratched for 3 weeks or more and I had to keep removing scabs from it. Each time I did I was reminded of the pain I had gone through.
While I did relive the experience every time I looked in the mirror for days and remembering it now I was turned on but I wouldn’t want to have that kind of trampling again. I would rather have the woman jump up and down as hard as she can than stand on the same spot in spikes for more than a minute.