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I had a new experience today that was fantastic. I’ve been trampled for
30 years and I thought there was nothing new under the sun, however, I was wrong. I drove out to see Linda today, I left at 5 am and was there by 6:30. I checked into a motel and had breakfast including 3 cups of coffee to wake me up. I picked up Linda at 8:45 and we went shopping for 2 hours, she has
a step-child and needed back to school clothes. I was only too happy to help her out, “Boy, you’re lucky on those scratch tickets,” I joked with her. We got to the motel at about 12:30 and had lunch, I had 2 cokes and a burger. We then went to the room where she told me to lie down as she’d had a rough week so I was going to have a rough day. “I want to do your face first,” she told me and put on a pair of flat soled black shoes. I guess because they were flat she figured I could take whatever she dished out because she began to twist and mash them into my face. They were fairly new so even though the heels were flat they had some edge to them. I love the feel of shoes so even though they hurt a bit I smiled up at her and told her I’d missed her.
After 10 minutes or so of my face rub, she stepped off and got her steel spikes on. “I hope you feel tough today,” she said and jumped onto my belly and began to dance around. Marching in place on my belly up and down she began to trample harder and harder digging those heels into me. God do I love that feeling. She then moved back and nailed my penis up down up down never pinning it fully but squashing it pretty well none the less. Then up onto my chest for some dancing where she left numerous pockmarks up and down all over laughing and telling me how much she loved doing this and how much fun it was.
Now for the new part when she stepped back onto my belly I realized I had to take a wicked piss. The pressure on my stomach was making my bladder ache and burn so I told her to let me up for a second and why. She laughed and said suffer and began to march up and down with her heels slamming into my full bladder the sensation was intense, to say the least. “How do you like that?” she asked. “Don’t stop,” I begged, even if I had emptied my bladder I would have never said to stop. She turned around and placed the tip of her right spike heel into my navel and pressed forward so her sole rested on my bladder and lifted her heel and twisted.
After a minute of this, she leaned back onto her heel and twisted it into my navel. She knows how much I love this so she kept it up. My bladder was so full and burned so badly that I almost couldn’t feel her heel in my navel. It felt so good I almost started to cry. She turned back around pivoting on her heel as she did so and began to march up and down slamming her heels into me harder then I can ever remember. A couple minutes of this and she began to jump as high as she could and land right on my belly and my bursting bladder. It burned so I wanted her to stop and wanted her to go on at the same time. Finally, after 4 or 5 more hard stomps grinding her heel in each time she got off.
I literally crawled to the bathroom squeezing my dick to keep from pissing myself. When I was done and came out she was laughing and singing, “It hurts to be in love.” My afternoon ended with her stepping on the back of my hands and leaving deep heel marks in them. “Those should clear up on the way home but I want you to think of me all the way.” I also discussed the possibility of her friend joining us next time.
I will see her again in about a month. I can’t wait. Meanwhile tonight I am very sore, my chest and my stomach are covered with heel imprints, some a half an inch deep. When I came in, my wife asked me if I was hot because my face was all red. In some areas its raw. Where ever I touch on my body it stings. I love it all. From now on whenever I get trampled my bladder will be full.