written by ausdoormat
original source of the story was Submitted by the author
I remember, since I was young, wanting to be walked on, stood on by girls.
At school, when I was very young, I would look at the teachers’ heels but was always too scared to put my finger or hands near them
I remember sitting on the grass area one day for an outdoor event and a teacher saying, “Please sit behind the yellow line on the grass; make sure your hands are behind the yellow line.”
If your fingers and hands are not behind the line, I will stand on them.
Then she walked along the line.
I was always too scared, being little and she being a full grown women to test her to see if she would do it, but I did hear her say, “Move your hands,” to a kid and a cry in pain.
When I got to my early teenage years. I had to go to the library to get a book out on one of the topics we had to do for homework.
To make things quicker, I asked a librarian where the books on that topic were.
She was older than me and attractive; to my delight, she was wearing medium wedge high heels.
I followed her to where the bookshelves were and then crouched down on the floor.
She said, “Your books are here.” As she was saying it, I put my left hand behind her right foot, which she stepped back with slowly, and I managed to judge it perfectly. Her heel landed on my hand, and the front part of the shoe on my fingers.
Then she lifted her left foot, and I quickly put my right hand over my left hand and put it on the floor where her left foot would come down perfectly on my hand.
I think she was stepping back slowly, which made it easier.
So here I was with a pretty girl with arms crossing each other, hands palm down on the floor with both the back of my hands completely trapped under her wedge heel shoes. The heel of the wedge on my hand, and the front part in my fingers.
These wedges were completely flat sole, the wedges on my hands were not hard soled but soft, rubbery.
I suppose if they were hard soles, it would hurt more, and I would feel it
There she was standing on both my hands, then I heard her say, “I think I have just been set up.“
She just stood there for 4 seconds, just standing. She must have been thinking what to do. I was not screaming or making any noise, so she knew it was not hurting. Then she decided to walk on the spot while my hand was under her foot. As she lifted her heel, she still had a bit of my fingers under the toes part of her shoes. Then her heel came down full weight.
I was in heaven.
She did this 6 to 8 times, then she lifted her left foot off my right hand to turn. As she did, I felt her full weight on my left hand. It did hurt a bit more. Then she turned to walk away.
As she walked past me, I tried to judge where her foot would land, and I put my hand in her way, but she stepped over it.
I then found my book and went to check it out, and was served by her, who acted as if nothing had happened, but I think she had a smile on her face.
This has been one of my favourite memories, and as a young teenager you can get away with a lot. Now an adult, I do not think I would be so lucky.
I did go back to the library a week later and asked the same lady for a book and tried the same trick to get my hand stood on. She was wearing fine high heels.
This time my timing was wrong, or I was worried about the fine stiletto heel, and she missed standing on my hand.