Hurt by Patty’s Sharp Spikes 9 min read

This happened in the 1980s but I remember it as if it was yesterday.
This took place before the internet so anyone into crush and trample
read magazines – with Leg Show being one of the best.  It
was almost all trample, feet and legs. If you had a fetish or wanted something, you took out an ad in the back and they were real people there looking for or offering crush & trample.

I remember an ad from a guy that was North of NYC that had this thing
where he wanted a good looking sharply dressed couple to dance on his
hands. Well as I am into getting my own hands trampled as well as
watching a girl crush anything under her shoes, I felt sorry for him
and sent him a note that we would help him out. Now getting stepped on
by a guy turns me off but this guy wanted a couple that was married or into each other, not just two people.

At the time I had a girlfriend Patty that was 23, about 5’5″, 120lbs,
and a really hot Colombian girl with beautiful long thick black hair
and beautiful brown eyes.

As her father was a doctor and her mother was a classy lady, she had
the most outrageous dresses with bare shoulders or great cleavage and
the body to wear them. She loved wearing heels and all her heels were
between 4-5″ and expensive leather designer kind, no Payless for her
lol.

She was the first girl to step on me with spike heels and to be
honest, I think she really liked doing it. I still remember the first
time she did it to me in heels, we were going out and she had stepped
on my hands in the past as well as trampled my back in sneakers and
had no problem with the fetish.

This night she was dressed to kill in a beautiful stylish dress
stockings and 5″ patent heels that had an open toe a closed back and a
side on the inside but the entire outside side of the shoe was bare
showing the side of her sexy size 7 foot from the toe cleavage to the
closed back of her shoe; they were sexy leather and I am sure
expensive. I was in a suit as we were going dancing in NYC that night
and as no one was home, I put my hands down in front of her shoes and
asked her to step on me. she took a little step forward and stepped on
my fingers with her soles. With a 5″ heel I could feel the leather
soles biting into the tops of my hands even though her weight was
nothing to get stepped on with. Well she was turning me on so much
that I asked her to step on me with her heels and she didn’t even give
it thought and just picked up her right shoe and stepped down on my
left hand with the heel ending up on one of my middle fingers and the
sole on my wrist. I could hear a little crunch as the cartilage was
crushed under her heel and then she stepped down on the other hand
landing the heel right in the middle of the top of my hand and the
sole a little above my wrist and just about impaled me with her heel.
She was standing on me fell weight and not holding anything back from
her killer heels. I told her OK and she stepped off, you could see the
D mark of her spike heel cut into the top of my hand and finger, no
blood, just crushed into it. I can’t begin to tell you how much she
turned me on and it ended up in her bedroom before we actually did get
out that night.

In any event, when I told her about this guy, she said she would do it
as long as he wasn’t weird and we did it in a public place. She told
me to write him that she wasn’t going to hold back and was really
going to hurt him. He was in his glory when I sent him a picture of us
and this was his fantasy come true. We set up a meet in a NYC club in
midtown that was really hot then called Adams Apple. It was on a few
floors with some raised dance floors. We came on a busy Saturday night
and he was at the bar as he said he would be waiting for us. He saw
our pictures and I knew what he looked like so we found each other
quickly. Patty had on a grey and black flowing shoulderless dress with
her gold jewelry to match her black shoes with a gold metallic toe caps
and a gold 5″ metallic heels that were about as sharp as ice picks.
These all but disappeared now and only sometimes show up on the fetish
circuit, but that was the summer that they were the hot in shoe and
would still be around today if the clubs didn’t ban them at the door a
few months later in NYC as they would rip up the dance floors and
carpets(Actually I encouraged Patty to do this in future nights out
lol). To this day I have never had a girl step on my in steel ice pick
spikes. That was the first time Patty wore those heels and at the
house I had her step on my hand but only touch it lightly and apply
her weight slowly which she did. She barely stepped on me when I told
her to stop and it left a tiny mark on my hand that you know would
have cut it deeply if she stepped on it hard and full weight; but she
loved me and didn’t know him lol.

Well after the guy got us a few drinks at the bar and had a few
himself lol he was ready. All along he was telling Patty how beautiful
she was and I have to admit, she was stunning. I know her shoes must
have turned him on, and if he asked her to step on him at the bar she
would have gladly, but he was going to go for his fetish. He was in
his 40s and I hope he didn’t work for a living with his hands.
We got on the raised dance floor and he got a spot in a dark corner and
pulled up a chair. He was in a place that he could put his hands on
the dance floor under the rail and get them stepped on “accidentally”
which would be really stupid so I guess it never happened too often
before as no one really noticed or cared as the place was crowded and
the dance floor was full.

We got to the spot where he was and danced until the lights went out
for a slow dance. This is want he wanted as well as he didn’t want to
get the attention of the bouncers when the lights were high. Our feet
were a little below his eye level and putting his hands under our
shoes was like sitting and putting your hands on a kitchen table to
get an idea how high the floor was and his vantage point; he could
watch his hand getting trampled from arms length.

We were right on the rail so he wouldn’t have to reach and we started
out facing each other toe to toe leaving him a little room to put his
hand between us. I had on a black suit red tie and black Dr Martin 10s
and when the music started I took a little step towards Patty and
stepped right on his hand with my right boot. As I said, getting
stepped on by a guy dose nothing for me, but to each his own. then I
stepped back and she stepped on his fingers hard with she sole of her
shoe. It went back and forth a little with us trampling him under our
soles until we started making out on the dance floor and with my hand
on Patty’s ass I could feel her step down and dig her heel into his
hand or fingers where ever it landed. Now we were French kissing,
dancing, and holding each other and we both were turned on knowing
that she was standing on this guys hand destroying it under her heels.
At this point he was trapped as she was standing on him but I turned
her to give him a chance to pull away as I thought he had enough but
as we turned and her back was to the floor I felt his hand being
crushed under my boots as I danced over his hand. Now I am 200lbs and
a size 12 Dr Martin boot isn’t a spike heel, but he had to feel it as
I held nothing back. I have to admit that’s the first time I trampled
someone and I was enjoying it too. At one point when I knew I was
right on his hand with my right boot heel I picked it up and stepped
down on it as hard as I could as the thought of crushing his bloody
hand under my heel was a turn on. As we danced around now was his
chance to get out of there as there was no shoe holding his hand down
and Patty’s spikes were dancing his way. Well he didn’t move and now I
had her back against the rail with my back to the floor and she was
dancing on his hands with her spike heels. As I still had my hand on
her ass, I could feel her kind of walking in place knowing that her
heels were tearing his hand apart. We both were turned on by now and I
don’t know when he pulled his hand out but he was gone and I never
heard from him again. the soles of our shoes were stained and dirty
when I looked at them later on from drinks, cigarettes, and broken
glass of a busy NYC club and I couldn’t tell if the stains on her
soles were blood, but Judging by the blood on Patty’s
heels I guess he must have walked to New York Hospital Emergency room
which was right down the street; I wonder what he told them happened
to him lol We made out in the car and you can guess how the evening
ended for us anyway.