written by Phil
original source of the story was Unknown source
This experience of mine took place this past Labor Day. I went to a friend’s house for a party that weekend. It was a great time because I don’t get to see these people too often anymore, especially Dina. I always have a good time when I see her because she always walks on my back. She knows that I love it and I think that she gets a kick out of it too. Dina is fairly tall for a woman, about 5’11”, and weighs about 130 lbs. Pretty much a tall, slim perfect body. I asked my friend if she was coming and he said yes, but it would be later once she got off work. So I waited in anticipation as I walked around and mingled for a while.
Dina showed up eventually and was in a sour mood after a bad day at work. We talked for a while and she really didn’t seem to be cheering up. So I eventually came out and asked her the question that I had been waiting for.
“So do you feel like walking on me tonight?”
“Okay,” she replied.
With that we went to go find a room a bit more private. I don’t usually care to make a public display of this interest of mine, which can make it difficult sometimes at parties. But we went upstairs and into my friend’s room and I closed the door. The roar of the crowd downstairs diminished greatly. I couldn’t find the light switch in the dark (it was about 11:00), but she said that it was fine. So I laid down on the soft carpeted floor. My head was right at the base of the door. She was standing right next to my face and I could see fairly well with the light that entered from beneath the door. I watched as she slipped out of her sandals right in front of me. My anticipation grew. Then her weight was quickly upon me as she stepped onto my upper back. Her feet were very warm and I could feel the small amount of perspiration dampening my shirt. She walked in place for a minute and then moved in slow methodical steps down to my lower back. She repeated this several times, up and down, as I was slowly crushed into the carpet.
Just as I was really getting into it, she stepped off.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “That wasn’t long at all.”
“Oh, I don’t know…” she trailed off. She was still in a bad mood.
“Come on”, I challenged her, “You can do more than that. It’s not every day that you get to walk all over a man like this. You should get into it more and release some aggression. Maybe it will make you feel better.”
I really went out on a limb with that one. But I was lying there staring straight at her feet pointed directly at me and I couldn’t help it. I was just starting to feel really stupid and embarrassed during that awkward moment of silence when she replied, “Really?”
I could tell from the change in her voice that she might be interested.
“Sure. Go ahead. I’m certainly not going anywhere.”
“Okay,” she said as if she still couldn’t comprehend what I had suggested. She stepped back onto my upper back and walked in place somewhat tentatively. She then gave a little bounce. She walked in place some more as if to make sure that everything was alright. My silence told her that it was. So she jumped again, a little higher. She jumped again. Then again, and again, and again, each a little more vigorous than the first. Pretty soon she was jumping up and down all over my back for several minutes. I was getting thoroughly trampled. It never really hurt that much but she was starting to take me by surprise. Then she stopped and walked in place on my lower back for a while to see if I was okay. I was in a little bit of pain, but was really turned on (a fair trade). So I decided to go for broke on this one.
“Move higher up” I said. She started taking those same methodical steps up towards my upper back and stopped. I told her to go higher, and she moved up slightly, onto my shoulders.
“Higher”, I said. She only inched a little further as if to indicate that this was as high as she was going.
“Higher”, I said one more time.
“Okay”, she said, as if she thought I was crazy. With that I felt a split second of pain as her foot came down on my neck. All of her weight followed. From the corner of my eye I could see her body towering above me. Then the other foot came down as she trampled on my neck. The pain got unbearable quickly and I was just about to tell her to get of when her next step came down on the side of my face. This was quickly followed by her other foot. All of a sudden, I couldn’t tell her to get off of me even if I wanted to. She proceeded to trample on my face for about a minute. I could see the bottom of her toes as her feet pounded all over my face. She then went back onto my neck, which was really starting to hurt, and onto my back. I thought that she was done when she then went back onto my neck and face two more times. Each time was now with more soft and gentle steps. Her warm feet crushed my face into the carpet repeatedly. She finally stepped off behind me. “Is that enough?” she asked.
“That was great,” I said, lying there in a bit of pain.
“Good” she said with a more upbeat sound in her voice. I didn’t realize that you liked that. I thought I was killing you.” With that she stepped on my face one more time as she walked over to get her shoes. I just laid there in pain (and in heaven) watching her feet as she slipped her sandals back on and left the room, in a much better mood than when she came in. I got up and left as well, completely turned on.