written by AJ Jones
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums
Publisher’s notice:
AJ wrote this originally as a forum post, so there are throughout the story some explanations, tips-and-tricks, how-tos, and best practices for like-minded people.
First, tips for concert crushes:
Buy a lawn ticket and get there early. Once it’s dark, it’s difficult to tell from a distance who has heels on, so watch the girls coming in while it is still light, noting the outfits of the girls with heels (you’d be surprised how easy they are to find later). It’s better to look for girls with high-heeled boots on, as the girls tend to keep them on the entire show. Too often, a girl with high-heeled SHOES removes them and goes barefoot eventually. Low heels are better than high heels, as the girls usually raise them off the ground enough to get your finger beneath them. High-heels are already so extreme, a girl notices she’s standing on you more easily. This is less true, the softer or muddier the surface is, and works backwards in soft sand, as I’ll discuss below. Also, many times, a woman’s high heels drive your fingers apart and slip between them as she steps down, not on top of them. Even worse, stilettos easily (and horribly) pinch finger skin or the web of your hand, missing your fingers. You haven’t experienced pain until you’ve had a woman calmly stand on the web of your hand in heels for minute after eternal minute while she talks to her boyfriend! Cowboy boots allow for a long-time, very satisfying hand and finger crush, and are VERY hard-core if a tall woman is wearing them!
Once you’ve picked out a target girl (tall (both to increase the weight and be stuck in the light above most of the crowd so her eyes won’t see you down there), lithe, tan, drunk and single (they are more apt to not care if they are the latter)), follow her at a distance, eventually working your way next to her. Act drunk but don’t draw too much attention to yourself. Sit down beside her and wait.
I usually dress in dark clothing and bring along a dark green or brown (grass-colored) bedsheet (sheets are thin, so you feel the full crush) to sit on, with 3 or 4, foot-long slits cut into it about two feet in from the edges all around. That way, you can sit on the sheet and slip your hand under it through the slits, working it under the woman’s heel, even stretching your arm out to its full length, so the woman thinks you’re too far away for her to be standing on you. Even if she feels she’s standing on something, she’ll look down and see nothing, as your hand will be under the sheet. Garbage bags also work putting your hand inside, so sometimes I bring both. In a pinch, a pizza box is also terrific. Eating pizza, you have an excuse to be sitting down, and later, if she finds she’s stepping on a pizza box, she won’t care a bit. I’ve had some girls actually stomp all over the pizza box deliberately, never knowing my hand was being smashed beneath or next to it!
Once it’s dark, sit down and appear to lean on your hand, but DO NOT actually lean on it, as that will cause it to tense up (tense your hand, and it will be more noticeable to the woman when she steps on it). Also, don’t try to follow her foot around, simply put your hand down an average distance from the foot that is currently holding her weight – eventually, she’ll shift her weight, putting her other foot right on your hand as she does so. Finally, I always used to think the less of my hand she is standing on, the less she’ll notice (as in, the less pain I experience, the less crush SHE will experience). It doesn’t work that way. A woman will not generally notice standing on your fingertips because they’re so small; but she also won’t notice if she’s centered on your whole hand! It’s when she’s only partially on your hand that she tends to tip, then look down and see you. If you don’t believe me, next time you’re in the gym, stand on the edge of a weight plate on the floor, then stand with your heel centered on the plate. It’s much less “intrusive” when you’re centered on the plate – it’s also almost impossible to believe the woman doesn’t feel what she’s doing to you, since your hand literally turns to jelly being stepped on so hard!
Of course, the best concerts are rock concerts for the type of women and the number of heels! Rainy concerts also work better, as no one will notice you sitting on the ground in the crowd with all the rain, and the mud makes it almost impossible for the women to tell they’re stepping on someone! I also like more inclined areas of the lawn. The more inclined, the more the woman has to lean back, putting her weight on her heels (can you imagine how rich I’d be if I paid this much attention to something that actually made money?!!!)
Saturday night, I went to one of the lawn concerts on our beach boardwalk – very crowded as they’re free and the beach area is packed. First, found a tall babe, about 35, standing with two guys. Faded blue jeans, blond with a white summer top. She had on three-inch black sandals with ¾-inch wide heels. Not stilettos, but, oh god, did they hurt! I sat down beside her and began eating my pizza, until I knew she’d noticed me and gone back to listening to the music. Then, I put the pizza box down next to her foot and slipped my fingers beyond it, appearing to lean on my hand. I tried to “burrow” my fingers into the lawn to make an even surface again, then I waited until she’d crossed her left foot around her right, then put my hand where her foot had been a minute ago. It wasn’t three seconds before she uncrossed her foot and stepped down hard on my knuckles with her heel, leaning on it with her full weight! The crush was absolutely overwhelming! I glanced over at my hand and saw the whole area where my second and third finger meet, completely deformed and depressed beneath the tall girl’s heel – almost impaled! I followed her long leg up, seeing her towering over me, casually talking to one of the guys. She crossed the other foot over the first now, causing her to lean back on her heel farther, and putting her full, probably 135 pounds on it! It fast gets to the point where you start thinking about tapping her on the leg and stopping the horrible crush! It’s just staggering! Of course, you never do…you just sit and pray she steps off for just a moment and gives you a reprieve! Usually that happens, and it happened here after about two minutes. She didn’t step off completely; she just shifted her weight to her other foot, leaving the first foot in perfect position to step right back down on the same spot!
A minute later, when she stepped down again, she mashed right down on my knuckle! I was sweating when one of her friends looked over and said, “Wow! That guy is really out of it!” She looked down at me and STILL didn’t realize she was standing on my hand, until one of the guys said, “Watch you don’t step on him!” Then, the girl stepped off and moved away, never knowing she HAD been stepping on me for about four minutes!
I moved to another area and found a 5’7” slutty type girl, all in black fishnets with her boyfriend, wearing thick rubber-soled, goth boots, with a heavy tread. When a girl is standing in front of her boyfriend, leaning on him, you know exactly where her feet will remain, so it’s a simple matter to sit a little sideways and put your hand between his feet and under hers. I guarantee neither will ever notice! This girl simply stood fully on my whole hand as she danced, bouncing on it, jumping on it and grinding it for about twenty minutes! When she’d just catch the tips of my fingers with the corner of her hard tread, I thought I’d die! She’d just lean on the corners and grind me unknowingly beneath her heavy boots! And you can’t believe how heavy just an average-looking girl can be!
That couple left to get a drink, and I inspected her boot tread in my hand.
Another great place for finger crush is near the heavy extension cords running from the sound booth to the stage, as the girls get used to stepping on the cords and don’t think your hand is unusual when you put it down there. Unfortunately, there weren’t any girls wearing hard shoes there the other night, and being stepped on in beach tongs just doesn’t do it for me.
After the concert, I did the bar thing, sitting on a dance platform and getting my hands stepped on by all manner of heels and shoes, but nothing really stands out, other than that the girls were SMOKIN’!
The next night was the big concert in the sand. Crowds so thick you couldn’t move and no one in their right mind would sit down (of course, that’s why I was sitting!). I worked my way to the thickest crowd, near the front, following two totally raunchy babes, both in jeans and light tops (one had a halter top). One blond, one brunette, the blond wearing cowboy boots and the brunette (unbelievably) actually wearing five-inch white stilettos! My dream come true! She was actually talking about how she couldn’t believe she’d worn “my heels” and that she didn’t know the big stage was actually on the beach! I watched her stilettos just stabbing right into the sand, sinking up to their hilt as she walked!
Once they got near the front, I casually worked my way next to the girl with the cowboy boots (there was no room near stiletto-girl) and sat down, creeping my hand nearer her boots. All my subterfuge wasn’t necessary as she turned her back to me, stepped squarely on my fingers with her boots and drove them straight under the sand without even a glance! She was dancing animatedly, stepping all over my hand without a clue! I’d never had a woman dancing all over my finger unknowingly for a significant period of time without looking down before, but she apparently didn’t feel a thing! She was so hard on my fingers, the sand forming sort of a solid table under my spread-out hand, I could feel the violence of her stomps fully, and the grinding of her heels! I couldn’t see my hand at all, as she’d literally mashed it beneath the sand as she stepped around on it with both her boots! At one point, she wrapped her arms around her friend’s neck, and they both jumped up and down, her boots slamming down on my hand over and over! If it had been a solid surface, I couldn’t have taken it for the time she did it!
I experienced the boot trample for about twenty minutes, then the girls started talking to two guys. Cowgirl stepped off my hand, still not noticing it, and both worked their way around in front of me to have their conversation. I couldn’t really move and was thinking about changing locations to find a new trample queen, when the guys gave the girls some beer, and they moved back to beside me – only now they had switched places! Stiletto-girl was towering over me only six inches to my right, and those nasty heels were just sunk in the sand! It took some time to work my hand under the sand and find her spikes, pounding away like a sewing machine as she danced, but once I did, it was heaven and hell at the same time! She didn’t miss a beat the first time she stepped on my hand with her stilettos! I couldn’t believe she didn’t feel it because it was killing me! And she didn’t even look down!
I had extended my arm almost fully to find her heels, and now I felt her full weight driving them over and over into my hand, without holding back at all! The heels were so sharp it was no different than being stepped on on a hard surface! Her friend leaned over to say something, and she calmed down to rocking back and forth, both heels together, impaling my hand beneath them! Finally, she stood in one place, both heels fully on my hand, crushing into it with her full weight! She was only about twenty, but she was tall and drop-dead gorgeous! And oblivious! Her heels were no longer sinking in the sand! They were almost fully out of it because they were standing on the back of my hand! I’m guessing she never looked down, because, unconsciously, she felt as if she was standing normally in her heels!
I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me, my teeth chattering, sweat breaking out on my forehead, as the pain became unbearable! She was casually drinking her beer, never knowing what she was doing to me beneath those evil spikes! This is one of the longest, uninterrupted “crushes from hell” I’ve ever endured. This babe calmly stood on my fingers for the next hour and a half, never moving! Once, she stepped off my hand, her heel sank into the sand, and she unconsciously stepped right back on it again, searching for solid ground! I was screaming under my breath, “Please! Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Please!” then just groaning in an effort to take the pain! I really did think about letting her know what she was doing to me, but a couple of beers before the concert was working its magic and making it endurable – barely!
When the concert ended, the girls just walked off me without even looking at me. I felt like one of the men in ‘Traffic Stop!’ Then, I got up, trying to work my fingers as the joints in my hand were horribly in pain, and walked toward the boardwalk. At the last minute, I noticed the eight or nine concrete steps leading off the beach up to the boardwalk, so I stood beside them, as hundreds of babes in all kinds of shoes stomped up them just my right. I laid my hand on the step next to me and just swung it inward onto the step as all the girls stepped down and swung it away in advance of the guys. The crowds were so thick no one could even really look down! I got about ten minutes of brutal stomping from mostly beach tongs, but still plenty of clogs, tennis shoes, heels, and boots! If you figure one person every 2 seconds, half of them girls, over ten minutes, that’s about 150 women that stepped on my hand. If 20% wore heels, that’s 30 heels, which is about right. Only once, did I hear a female voice say, “Sorry!” as she continued walking up the steps.
Both hands are sore and achy now and covered in heel marks and boot treads! Another great Labor Day goes by!