Wedding Finger Crush 6 min read

Not too long ago I found myself at a relative’s wedding. As usual, I was bored to tears, just hanging out at the reception.  When, all of the sudden, I noticed this really fantastic looking woman. She was in her mid to late 20’es, around 5’8″ (1.73 m) with a slender, athletic build. This angel had long sandy blond hair that went down to the middle of her back.

The girl was quite attractive.  She was wearing incredibly tight designer jeans and a nice form-fitting white top.  Many people were there in all levels of dress from street clothes to tuxedos. But this particular woman  was mesmerizing. She was wearing a pair of tan, spike heel, knee high leather boots.  Let me tell you, watching those tiny heels punishing the lawn was a sight to behold!

I was sort of following her around with my eyes pretty much glued to her boots. I watched as her heels sank effortlessly into the lawn.  Then I marveled at the clicking sound they produced as she walked across the front porch and its wooden floor. Her heels left mild depressions in the floor with every step. I watched as she stood by the door, twisting and turning and rocking on her heels while digging a nice little pair of deep dents into the  carpet. I was really getting turned on by this. If I could, I had to have her step on my fingers or toes.

I noticed that they had a couple throw rugs in the hall by the stairs. I thought to myself if only she would go by the stairs… I could sit there and position my hand under the rug in a place where she would step on it. I sat down there and hoped for the best.

Almost immediately a rather nice looking woman of around 40 was standing next to me. I noticed that she was fairly attractive and had lovely feet with a recent pedicure. She was wearing a lace type dress and sandals with heels of about 4″ (10 cm). She was around 5’4″ (1.62 m) and 140 lbs (63 kg).  Those high heel sandals were very sexy indeed.

I decided to see if I might be able to first get my fingers trampled by her. Her feet were quite animated, constantly moving and prancing about. I slid my hand under the carpet and was quickly treated to a nice trampling. Initially, her heel grazed one finger, then she stepped to the side, then repositioned herself and stepped squarely on my hand with her entire foot… She then stepped off and stood in the same place for a while.

I repositioned my hand behind her heel and, within half a minute or so, she stepped back and sunk her heel into the middle my hand. She stood there with her weight mostly on her other foot. Then I saw her hips shift and felt the excruciating pain as her weight shifted back onto the foot that was on my hand. Her high heel ground into the top of my hand as she stood there. I marveled at the sight of her heel compressing against the top of her shoe, looked down at the small tip of her high heeled sandal where it stood proudly atop the rug and my hand underneath it, and watched as it sank unmercifully into both. After several minutes of this, she finally walked away.

I was just about to remove my hand to asses the damage when a young girl of about 12 moved through the crowd and stepped squarely on my fingers. She was around 5′ (1.52 m) and probably weighed just under 100 lbs (45 kg).  Super petite.  But she was wearing a pair of white pumps with a 3″ (7.5 cm) spike heel.

This young girl stood on my hand for a moment with her pointy toe, mashing my fingers under her full bodyweight.  Even though she wasn’t that heavy, I could feel my hand being completely crushed and flattened into the hardwood floor.  She then stepped off and stood about 6″ from my hand, excitedly chatting away with another lady, completely oblivious to having stepped on me.

I didn’t know if I could get a repeat hand trample from that young girl so I waited. Then all of a sudden someone bumped into the girl and she stumbled back.  That little one stomped hard on my hand with her white stiletto heel as she regained her balance. My GOD, the pain was unbelievable! I could not believe such a small young girl could have exerted such force on my hand. It now hurt like hell! Finally, she stepped off my hand and I found a chance to  assess the damage.  That tiny girl had left a deep red gouge on the area between my first finger & thumb with her thin stiletto heel.

As I was admiring my new wound, the angel in jeans and knee high boots appeared out of nowhere and was standing right next to me. What a gift from fate !  I had to get her to step on me.

I slid my battered hand under the rug again and jockeyed for a good position. I waited and I waited and I got more and more frustrated as she just stood there but never raised a heel or offered an opportunity for me to get my fingers under her foot. Finally, someone, she knew walked up and they hugged. At this moment she raised her heels off the floor. I didn’t hesitate for even a second. I slid my fingers under her heels, which were about 4″ (10 cm) apart.

About 10 seconds later, she came down on my hand with both heels and stood there. I was so turned on and in so much pain that I liked to die. My eyes were scanning from the tips of her little heels to her lovely ass and back down again. The feeling of those heels on my hand was both amazing and incredibly painful. She stood like that for what seemed like an hour, but for what was probably no more than a couple of minutes. She would slightly shift her weight from one foot to the other, but she kept her weight on my hand at all times. I was beginning to lose feeling in my fingers and was getting worried. Finally, she stepped off my hand and at that time I decided to call it a day with respect to having my hands trampled. I continued to follow her around, watching her crush, dig, and punish things with her heels all the while thinking of how those heels felt as they crushed my hand.

That is one wedding I will never forget!