Face crush under the table 13 min read

This incident happened when I was 9 years old.  It’s an absolutely true story and the main reason why I developed my addiction to women’s shoes and trampling.

My aunt and I went to a country house to visit her two friends, Jessica and Margot.  All were attractive women in their 30’s who were dressed up quite nicely for each other (including high heeled shoes).

Several hours went into preparing for dinner, drinking wine and a couple of cigarette breaks by the women outside.  By 10 pm the meal was complete and the table was covered with a tablecloth and various dishes. While we were having dinner and while the food was delicious, I had to listen to their boring stories, mostly about men.

During the conversation, Margot said: “Oh, I hit something with my foot” and lifted the tablecloth to look at it. Everybody, including me, looked under the table. “Oh my God, it’s a head!” said Margot.

“Don’t be scared”, Jessica said, “it’s from a mannequin. The previous owner of this place was a professor who taught at the regional  medical school so it has been in this house for a long time.  I just haven’t gotten around to throwing it away yet.”  “You can use it as a footstool if you want because I do from time to time.  I like to pretend it’s my ex-husband’s head.  That’s why I like to wear heels when I do !” Jessica joked and all the women laughed.

Margot lightly pressed the mannequin head with her shoe and said, “It feels so real.”  Jessica answered her: “Yes, it was a medical mannequin that imitates a human head very well.” Then Jessica slightly opened the mouth of this head with the pointy toe of her pump and said: “There is even a tongue and teeth there, see?” Then she closed the mouth of the mannequin head with her toe.

Jessica said to Margot “try not to pull the tablecloth, because it slides easily on the table and everything will fall off of it.”  So the tablecloth was put back carefully.

After that I ate very quickly and thought about the head under the table.  It   seemed much more interesting than sitting at a table with these three women. Unfortunately, I was stuck there but I wanted to take a closer look at this strange head. So I got out of my chair and started to get under the table.  However I was stopped by the question “Where are you going?” by my aunt.

“I want to play under the table,” I replied. Jessica said to me with a smile: “Oh, you shouldn’t play there my dear, it’s very dirty there, you will get all dirty. Plus, the tablecloth slides on the table.” With the words: “But I really want to …”, I tried to crawl under the table, but my aunt stopped me: “You were told not to! Obey the adults, otherwise you will be punished a month without your game console.”

Margot smiled and added: “It’s okay, my dear, I’ll give you any sweets you want later.” I want to note that my aunt’s friends have always been nice and caring to me.  So I did as I was told because I didn’t want such a severe punishment.  I loved playing video games and didn’t want to go a whole month without them.

But I really wanted to see this mannequin head ! So after a while I went back to the table. I snuck under there unnoticed because everyone thought I was playing somewhere else in the house.

Like a ninja, I crawled under the tablecloth and climbed toward the center. And that’s what I saw it there: a battered mannequin head lay sideways with Margot’s crossed leg hung over it.  She wore sandals with thin high heels tonight, which she periodically moved around and stepped on the head with.

It was very much like an actual head, with realistic skin and teeth. “Cool” I thought and wanted to see it better but Margot’s leg was in the way.  So, I decided to lie down close to the head.  It was fun seeing it up close.  It truly was realistic looking. It was like staring at a dead guy.  After a little bit I was about to get up but Jessica suddenly stretched out her legs and pressed the filthy soles of her well worn pumps against my ear and cheek, pinning me to the floor.

I panicked and accidentally pushed the mannequin’s head with my shoulder, which rolled it to the side under the bench, causing me to almost be in the place where it had been. I couldn’t move because of Jessica’s legs pressed against me, her pointy toed pumps with medium height heels. Hanging over my face was Margot’s leg, which was wearing sandals with thin high, stiletto  heels.

I couldn’t move, otherwise I would have been discovered – which would have created a lot of problems for me.  I’d do anything to avoid losing my video games for the next month.

After a while, Jessica began to yawn and stretch her legs even further, thus pushing my head closer to Margot. I had to move as she directed me with her feet so that I would not be caught.  So I did.

Since Jessica’s one shoe was on the floor very close to my head, I could clearly hear her small heel grinding the dirt and dust into the floor as she twisted it back and forth from boredom.  Margot shifted her high heeled sandals and put her legs under the chair.

Margot tried to lift the tablecloth to adjust it, but because she was a little drunk, she began to pull and the whole tablecloth started to slide off of the table. I thought that was it, I was finished and they would see me (no game console), but Jessica managed to stop the tablecloth and pull it back into place: “Don’t touch the tablecloth Margot” she said “otherwise everything will fall off the table.”

Margot sighed and said, “Okay,” and after a short pause, she coquettishly added, “Then today the head will kiss my feet.” With these words, Margot laughed out loud and mildly stomped both shoes down on my face: one sole on my nose, the other on my lips.  Her thin heels landed hard on my cheek.  It hurt but I couldn’t make a sound or I’d be discovered.

Everyone laughed out loud. My aunt added, “Oh Margot, you’ve always been such a drama queen,” to which Margot jokingly replied, “Yes, I’m a queen,” and made a sexy pose, which resulted in her twirling her soles on my face, grinding down with a lot of pressure on my nose and lips. I was very scared and didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t dangerous, just unpleasant under Margot’s well worn and dirty sandals.   I could feel the grit under her shoes being mashed down onto my face and twisted about.

Since the wine was flowing by this time of the night, the women soon  continued their conversation and forgot all about the head being used as a footrest (mine!).  As Margot told her story she’d laugh and stomp her foot down hard right in front of my face.  Her stiletto sandal was landing just an inch or two away from me.  I could feel the floor vibrate from her repeated stomps as she went on with her funny tale.  I prayed that she wouldn’t actually stomp on my face and luckily, she did not.  But it was so close I almost felt like she did.

During Margot’s humorous story, Jessica put her legs under her chair and I even managed to relax a little.  But suddenly Margot, out of boredom, began to roll my head back and forth on the ground, resting her soles on my face, then her heels on my ear and jaw. I had to relax my neck so that Margot could roll my head freely, otherwise I might be detected.

With every movement of Margot’s legs, her heel was getting closer to my lips, and after a few more movements, I felt how she rested on my lips, which I squeezed together as tightly as possible. But with each new movement, it became more and more difficult for me to compress my lips, and as a result, the heel rested on my teeth, and Margot continued to roll my head on the ground. .

At some point, Margot interrupted their women’s discussion with the phrase: “Oops, it seems my heel has gotten stuck somewhere in that head,” and again tried to lift the tablecloth to look. But Jessica stopped her again saying “Don’t wreck the table Margot !”  “Your heel must have landed in his mouth, don’t worry about it.”

Margot let go of the tablecloth and said, “Oh, yeah.” Jessica was right – the tip of Margot’s spike heel was in a mouth all right – my mouth, which I managed to press with my tongue. It was very hard to keep Margot’s heel in that position, especially with the tongue, but since I was afraid that it might fall deep into my mouth. Margot was wearing high stiletto heel sandals today, maybe 10 cm.  They were longer than Jessica’s heels (which were only 6 cm but also very thin and spikey).  Today I would call Jessica’s pumps “kitten heels”.

This time she pushed her heel a little deeper into me, and in order to check the elasticity of the mannequin’s mouth, she moved her heel back and forth. “Margot, enough about this mannequin already, let’s hear about that hot guy at your workplace,” my aunt told her. Margot twirled the heel in my mouth a little more, pulled it out and put the sole back on my lips, and then laughed and said: “Okay”.

I was very scared that she would shove it to me to its full length, the long heel she was wearing.  I knew I could not stand it and would have definitely coughed or she would definitely felt it and they would have found me out. The dirt from Margot’s heel remained in my mouth, which I was forced to swallow. The ladies continued to talk about the attractive male co-worker, instantly forgetting about the head of the mannequin Margot was stepping on.

After a couple of minutes, Margot rolled my head as far away from her as possible and put her left foot on my ear, and her right foot on her left. So my head became Margot’s usual footstool. I was glad at least that she no longer rolled my head on the ground. My face was turned towards Jessica’s legs, which she had tucked under the chair.

In this position, I lay for quite a long time, so I could only see Jessica’s shoes. There was a lot of dirt stuck to Jessica’s heels, and some sort of debris stuck to their tips.  Jessica had walked through the grass yard earlier and her tiny heels had sunk right in.  Small amounts of mud and grass were still clinging to her thin heels.  I could also see the ash mark where Jessica had stepped on her cigarette right before dinner.  There was a circular black smudge on the leather sole of her pump where she had ground the cigarette out on the concrete entry way outside.

After a little more time, Jessica suddenly stretched her legs in my direction and rested her soles on my face.  She fidgeted with her soles on my face and tried to find a comfortable position.  As such, any remaining cigarette ash on the bottom of her shoe got wiped all over my face, including my mouth.  It tasted really gross and kind of metallic.  I felt so low at that point.  She was literally cleaning her shoes on my face.  But Jessica had no idea.  I don’t know if that made it any better for me.  But due to the fact that she rested her heels on my face, she could not fully extend her legs.

As a result, she felt my lips with her heel and tried to stuff it into my mouth. I was very scared, and I squeezed my lips with all my might. Jessica was a little annoyed, she began to forcefully press her tiny spike heel on my lips and twist the shoe from side to side. My mouth could not stand such movements and opened, and Jessica immediately drove her heel halfway into my mouth, and put her right foot on her left, just like Margot.

Jessica finally stretched her legs and sat comfortably. Tears came to my eyes, I was very unpleasant, her dirty heel was jammed deep in my mouth. Because of my saliva, the dirt and debris had come off the tip of the heel and lay in my throat. I was afraid to swallow it. Jessica sometimes twirled her heel in my mouth, which caused all the dirt stuck on there to be cleared by my tongue.

At some point, Margot again began to gently roll my head on the ground, which was turned on its side. Jessica was getting annoyed. In order to fix my head, she forcefully pushed her heel into my mouth to the full length. Jessica had medium-length heels, thank God they weren’t as long as Margot’s, but that was enough for her to push the dirt and grass rubbish down my throat, which I was forced to swallow immediately.

I began to cry quietly – two adult women, without knowing it, were trampling on my face with their dirty high heel shoes.

In this position, I lay for a long time, until Jessica decided to switch legs. She removed her right foot from her left, sharply pulled the heel out of my mouth, and immediately drove the other one to its full length. With her other heel, she rested right above my nose as she crossed her left foot over her right. Jessica shoved all the rubbish and dirt from the second heel deep down my throat, which I also had to swallow. I could only endure and look at the first heel, which was now perfectly clean after I had essentially sucked all the dirt and grass off of it.

This torture went on for quite a while until the three women decided to start cleaning up and taking the plates into the kitchen.  As soon as the coast was clear, I snuck away and went to the bathroom to see the consequences.   Dirt was ground into my skin all over my face.  It took several minutes of washing with soap to get most of it off (some was mashed in so badly it didn’t come off for a couple of days).  And I saw grass in my mouth and could feel grit between my teeth, which I washed out with water as best I could.    I had definitely paid the price for my little adventure.

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I want to assure you that this really happened to me as a child. The circumstances were as follows:

1) The tablecloth is long, to the floor, which the women did not lift (Jessica asked several times) and did not see what was happening under the table;

2) My head didn’t feel real to them because they thought it was the head of a medical dummy. So, they didn’t care.

3) They drank wine and got drunk quickly;

4) I was small and stupid, so I thought it was better for me to endure all this rather than to be caught and punished. After a while I paid a much worse price having my face repeatedly stepped on by full grown women wearing thin, spikey heels.