Flight Attendant Crush 15 min read

The seven-hour flight to Chicago was going to be incredibly boring, no prospect of fun and games trying to contrive situations where I would get one of the female passengers to step on me, since there weren’t any females, in fact only about 20 people boarded the flight from Brussels and mostly they seemed to be businessmen. It’s unusual to achieve trample success anyway, but the effort alone normally keeps me amused for the duration of the flight. I was really geared up for it this time, I’d been drinking at the airport bar since 11.30am, almost two hours, and when I am slightly under the influence my desire to be stepped on is insatiable.

Ten minutes later we were settled in our seats, it turned out a few more passengers turned up and I estimated maybe three dozen in total, but unbelievably no females. When I boarded the aircraft I was greeted as usual by the smiling flight assistants, and I must say all three were very attractive and smartly dressed, and I couldn’t fail to notice the dark blue shoes they were wearing, not very high heels, but very sharp. I always find this a source of frustration, it is virtually impossible to set up any kind of trample with the flight assistants, they bring you a few drinks and your meal, and then disappear into their own quarters, sometimes I stick my foot out a little bit, into the gangway, in the hope it will be stepped on as they walk by, but normally they spot it and just step over it. As I sat there I resigned myself to “flight attendant foot trample” being my only possibility, but at least it’s worth a try.

One hour into the journey the flight assistant was approaching, so off came the shoes and out came the foot, just a few inches into the gangway, hopefully just enough to be stepped on and not so much as to be noticed. As she came close I smiled at her, hoping to keep her attention away from the floor. She smiled back as she stood alongside me, holding the small bottle of wine I asked for earlier, I quickly brought down the small chair table and she promptly placed the glass on it and started to unscrew the bottle top, but still no idea where her foot was in relation to mine, until suddenly, as she reached over slightly to pour the wine, the instep of her right foot came down hard on two of my toes, I almost pulled away instinctively but managed to keep still as she finished pouring the wine and placed the half-empty bottle back onto the table. Then the strangest thing happened because, although her wine serving duties were complete, she remained in the same position, and then smiled at me. This was a very attractive lady, she seemed to be the more senior of the three attendants, I guessed the late twenties, medium length dark hair, blue eyes and standing maybe 5 feet and 8 inches in her sexy dark blue shoes with the small, yet lethal looking heel. I estimated her weight at around 60 kilos and imagined all that weight being transferred to her heels as she walked mercilessly over my body; it was a nice thought anyway. Then the surprise, she leaned over and asked me if I was aware that she was stepping on my toes, she seemed kind of curious, and for me this was a whole new experience, here I was being confronted by this very attractive lady, who continued to stand full weight on my toes, at the same time inviting me to discuss it. What could I say, maybe something like, it’s no problem, it was my fault the foot was in the way, or should I look down and casually remark that I have no feeling in my right foot, maybe due to bad circulation, and that I didn’t realize? In the end though, with the help of several beers and a couple of red wines, I summoned the courage and told her that I actually liked it, slightly embarrassed, and excited at the same time. She looked at me curiously and asked me if that was kind of strange, my immediate response was to ask her if it was not also strange to continue to stand on my foot knowingly. At this point she was summoned by another passenger several rows in front, so she came closer and almost in a whisper she admitted that she had always liked inflicting pain and that quite often she would step on the toes of unsuspecting passengers, but this was the first time there had been no adverse reaction. She asked me if I would like to move to the rear of the plane where there were no other passengers, and she would come to see me later so we could continue the conversation. With that she turned on her right foot, grinding my toes and continued normal service as she walked away. This was pure heaven and I could hardly believe it, my hand moved instinctively to the usual place between my legs as I reflected on what had just taken place.

Half an hour later I was seated in the rear seat and contemplating her return, still excited at this unusual turn of events, this would be the first time I have revealed and discussed openly my trample desires. My excitement grew when I saw her approaching, the lights in the cabin had dimmed, people had eaten and mostly I guess they were sleeping. I was also surprised to see that she was accompanied by the other two flight attendants, maybe this was a routine visit, perhaps they had something to tend to in the cabin behind me, oh well, I would have to wait a little longer for our meeting and discussion. As she approached she was smiling and then, instead of walking past as I assumed she would, she stopped and introduced Mieke and Sylvie, also introducing herself as Chantal. I told them my name, slightly nervous again, I couldn’t figure why all three of them had come to see me, perhaps to try and embarrass me and have some fun at my expense, but she perched herself on the armrest of my seat and said that her friends were interested in having some fun, that it wasn’t often they could find something unusual and interesting to do during the monotony of a long haul flight. Chantal quizzed me about the nature of my pain fetish, where I liked to be hurt, was it usually inflicted by being stepped on, and other related questions. Mieke and Sylvie listened but couldn’t hide their amusement as I told them the pain I like is desirable only when being stepped and walked on by females, I ventured I was probably born with this “fetish” but hardly ever found the opportunity to experience the reality. Sylvie leaned over and indicated that I take a close look at her shoes; she asked me if I was sure I could withstand the pain from the sharp heels, and just talking about it made my heart race faster. Sylvie appeared to be the youngest, 18 or 19, and I got the impression she was really enjoying this, maybe she was the kind of girl that stepped on bugs and things when she was a child, it’s funny how you often see teenage girls doing this, possibly there is a sleeping desire lurking in most females to step on things, I certainly hoped so. She then asked me, almost as a challenge it seemed, if I only talked about this or do I ever commit words and fantasies to action. I looked at all three of them as they fell silent and watched me expectantly, as if encouraging me to make the next move, so, I thought, here was my chance and I may as well go for it, when would this opportunity come my way again, I wriggled out of my chair and spread myself across the floor in front of the four empty seats. I looked up and said the next step was theirs to take, literally.

It was no surprise to me that Sylvie was the first to step forward; I could see she was really getting into this. She moved forward towards my stomach, stepping around me for the time being, and then raised her right foot over my stomach, but before her foot came to rest she asked me to remove my shirt, there was no point in doing this if she couldn’t see the resulting marks from her heels. I struggled to remove my shirt in the confined space, by now almost frantic and desperate to be stepped on and feel the sharp heels sink into my skin. Thankfully Chantal seemed almost as eager as me, as she stepped quickly onto my stomach as soon as the shirt was discarded and raised herself onto me with her full weight, all the wind was immediately crushed out of me, it had been a long time since a female last stepped on me and for a moment I wondered if I could take the pain, I didn’t remember it hurting so much before. She moved around on my stomach and then onto my chest, it was almost unbelievable how natural this seemed to be to her, she was not holding back in any way, as if she was born to trample, she looked down at me and there was a look of pleasure written all over her face, she turned to the other girls and said something in Flemish, I know a little Flemish and caught the gist of what she was saying, something along the lines that finally she finds a man in his rightful place, she must also have invited the other girls to join in because Chantal suddenly appeared before me and asked me how it felt, and do I think I could take the weight of two females.

The question was rhetorical of course as she lifted herself onto my stomach and I felt the heels sink deep into my skin. Sylvie was moving closer to my face, to allow sufficient room for Chantal to walk on me, the left foot of Sylvie actually pressed onto my neck, causing my face to turn red and introduce renewed breathing difficulty. It was agony and ecstasy lying there as the four sharp and vicious heels abused my body, while the two girls trampled my stomach and chest they talked and laughed with each other and occasionally they looked down as if to remind themselves that they were actually walking on a human carpet. Next was Mieke. I really wasn’t sure if I could take much more, my body was virtually a pin cushion by now and I was finding it increasingly difficulty to breath. It’s all very well to fantasize about three women trampling me with heels, but it has never been a reality for me and I had no idea if I could endure much more of this. Despite my concerns, I offered no resistance, if these three beautiful ladies wanted to walk on me simultaneously then why should I stand in the way of their enjoyment. The two ladies already standing on me shuffled over a little to make room for Mieke and suddenly I had 6 deadly heals piercing my skin, with Sylvie partially stepping on my neck and new arrival Mieke with one foot on my stomach and the other on my groin. They continued to walk over me, only making small movements since there was a limited walking area, but the heels were digging in remorselessly as they talked and joked with each other, they seemed to be having fun keeping balanced on top of me and sometimes knocking each other off.

Eventually Sylvie, after a brief discussion with the other two girls, crouched down and said they are constantly having problems with balancing and she was going to have to step on my face in order to spread the load. She smiled as she stood straight again and looked down at me. I didn’t have much time to digest this new development. I was so new to the actual experience of trampling, and my face had never taken the load before so it was with a feeling of apprehension that I continued to lay there and accept this treatment, not that I really had a choice. Tightly squeezed between two rows of seats with a total mass of about 180 Kilos on top of me. I could see Sylvie peering down thoughtfully when suddenly my view of her face was obscured by the sole of her left foot; she pressed the foot down in several places as if to find the best standing spot until finally, she settled her foot firmly onto my nose. At first I couldn’t believe she had chosen to place her foot on my nose, she would almost certainly break it if she applied anything like her full weight, but after a few seconds it seemed she was content with applying just a portion of her weight, with the majority of her weight still on the other foot, close to my neck. Meanwhile Chantal decided to increase the agony by turning to face the gangway, and if it wasn’t for the foot of Sylvie over my face I would have had the magnificent view of the back of her slender body and long legs, all the way down to the sharp heels which she was carefully placed over my nipples. She then rocked back so all her weight was transferred to her heels and therefore to my nipples. There was a searing pain that was so intense I almost felt sick. I mumbled my discomfort from beneath Sylvie’s shoe, but they were having too good a time to notice. By now I really felt battered and bruised and wondered about the condition of my insides beneath this ongoing stampede. Just when I considered I had suffered the worst they had to offer. I saw the eyes of Sylvie peering down at me, she had to lean a little to her left so that her shoe no longer obscured my vision of her face, and I could detect a cruel smile spreading over her face. Here is a girl young enough to be my daughter, yet I was totally at her mercy. I heard Chantal encouraging her and it slowly dawned on me what she was about to do and, sure enough, I started to feel the pressure slowly increase on my nose. Chantal and Mieke had moved closer and I was vaguely aware that they were adjusting their position to get a closer look.

Suddenly I thought my face would shatter as I felt the full weight of Sylvie. With her left foot on my nose, she placed and rested the right foot over her left foot, as a way of indicating no other part of my body was sharing the load. This was 60 kilos of pure beautiful female crushing her foot into my face, and I could still see her looking down at me, not really smiling anymore, but more a look of interest as if she was clinically conducting an experiment and waiting for the results. She did not avert her eyes from me for one second and I was transfixed by the image of her standing above me, to see her beauty and to feel the incredible pain she was causing at the same time. If indeed she was waiting for a result, it soon came. To the girls it would seem only to be a faint cracking noise, to me, it was the most unbelievable pain I had ever experienced. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as my nose was slowly rearranged by this sexy and cruel flight attendant. I was not sure what damage had been done, but at least one bone had finally admitted defeat under her beautiful foot. The other girls continued to talk and laugh but not Sylvie, she continued to fixate me with her eyes, she knew what had just happened and she seemed to be searching for a reaction from me. I didn’t show any but instead just continued to stare up at her wonderful form as she continued to stand and look down at me. We seemed to be locked in our own little world. I was in full admiration of her and maybe she had some kind of respect for me. I was totally at her mercy and it was wonderful, not to mention agony.

Finally, the girls dismounted from my poor and battered body, one of them turned on all the overhead lights so they could examine the marks on my body, with Sylvie caressing my chest with her hand, almost lovingly. She then touched my nose with the tip of her finger and pressed ever so gently. She told me it would be fine after a few weeks and almost seemed apologetic, and Chantal, who had disappeared after dismounting, returned with another bottle of wine. They allowed me to put my shirt back on as the wine was poured and placed on the small table. Each of them kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for providing them with such an unusual experience, and as the lights were slowly turned on by the waking passengers, they returned to their duties.

Sylvie was the last to leave, as she slipped a contact card into my hand before planting one more kiss on my cheek and went on her way. I knew I would definitely phone her when next in Brussels, something happened between us that I couldn’t explain, something beyond the purely physical act of trampling, I could not wait to see her again.