written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
I met Melanie online and chatted with her over the course of several weeks. With the cloak of internet anonymity I was able to be very honest about my trample fetish. She said she had many fetishes but one in particular she didn’t want to talk about just yet. She did ask about me and what I would be willing to do. Could she step on me ? Say mean things to me ? Was I into role play ? She seemed particularly interested if I would agree to clean her shoes, which I happily said “yes” to.
We seemed like a good match so the decision was made to meet in person. Melanie lived about a half hour away from me by train in a slightly more posh London neighborhood. All in all I was curious about her questions and was looking forward to getting together.
When the meeting day finally arrived I went to an address she provided. The girl who answered the door was big, maybe 5’9” (1.75 m) with shapely curves. Not slim, probably weighed at least 10 stone (140 lbs, 63 kg) if not more. But at her height I guess that is pretty good weight. Full hips and big boobs – the stereotypical hourglass figure. She was brunette with hair down to her shoulders. When I arrived she had on a short skirt, white top and a pair of red court shoes with stiletto heels of about 3 inches (7.5 cm). Her first question at the door was “do you mind if someone watches us ?” “Not at all” I said, assuming it was some type of safety thing. So with a nice smile I was let into the house.
Melanie then led me into the bedroom where I met her husband. I hadn’t thought at all about Melanie being married, which totally surprised me. I also thought the situation was a little weird on many levels. The husband appeared to be quite a bit older. She was young and lovely at maybe 20 or 22 but he could have easily been 40. The man was a bit chubby and was sitting on the bed wearing nondescript clothes with white sox, no shoes. I said “hello” but he did not respond.
Melanie was all business and she told me to lay flat on the floor in front of a full length mirror on the wall. Her husband watched us intently, not saying a word, while she put on some slow music. Melanie then walked over to me and placed her shoes on either side of my head and looked down at me and asked if she could do anything she wanted. I answered that she could. When I looked up I also noticed that Mel was not wearing any underwear ! Kind of a shocker.
Melanie began to slowly dance around me to the soft music. I could hear those heels as they landed on the hard wood floor over and over again under her considerable weight. I thought to myself “what have I gotten into ?!?”
After maybe 10 minutes of this Melanie placed one of her shoes onto my chest and stood up onto me. I wasn’t expecting it and it took my breath away slightly. But she just closed her eyes and gently began to swing her hips – dancing softly to the music while standing on my body in her high heeled shoes and no knickers. I was only wearing a thin t-shirt so her heels just dug into me with each small step.
At that moment I didn’t know what to think – I was totally turned on since she was such a lovely sight. But god I was getting repeatedly stabbed by those heels !
After she had danced for a couple of songs Melanie began to slowly unbutton her top. That set her huge breasts free – Christ, no wonder she was heavy. Mel looked down at me and smiled and boasted at how sexy she was and how lowly I was. How she could make me do anything. If she wanted me to lick the bottoms of her shoes, that I would do it for her. And I knew in my heart of hearts that she was right !
Melanie told me she’d had those shoes for almost 2 years, wearing them to work, out at the clubs, walking on the city streets. All this while dancing slowly on me with them. Those heels were spiky and drove into my body under her considerable weight. But Melanie didn’t seem to notice or care. The next day I had dozens of red marks all over my chest from her sharp heels.
“I’m a smoker” Melanie said. “So every day at lunch I go out and have a cigarette. And when I’m done, I drop the cigarettes on the ground, step on them and grind them into oblivion. I don’t care about those cigarettes. And I don’t care about you either.”
Right then Melanie lifted her right shoe and put it over my mouth. Her back heel now dug painfully into my chest with the rest of her considerable body weight. “You are such a loser you are going to clean the cigarette ash off of my shoes. Aren’t you ?” I showed my agreement by wordlessly sticking out my tongue and started cleaning the bottom of her court shoe. The taste was all leather and dirt.
After a few seconds of this Melanie said “You’re even more lowly than the cigarettes I step on, aren’t you ?” I responded with a quiet “yes mam”. Melanie said “say it LOUDER” and stepped forward onto my face with much of her weight. I yelled out “YES MAM” which seemed to satisfy her.
She looked over at her husband on the bed and said “See what a zero this guy is ? I’m so gorgeous that he’s happy to lick the scum off the bottom of my shoes.” The husband was completely silent during all of this, just watching us. And then Melanie looked back down at me and said “you don’t even deserve to clean my shoes” while stepping forward onto my face again.
This time her stiletto heel landed on my chin and I could feel it cut into my skin as her weight came down on it. It left a square mark on my face for the next week or so that was hard to explain to my friends and co-workers.
She then stepped off of me and stood beside my face. It was a welcome relief after all of that trampling (no matter how sexy she was). I was so close to her I could easily smell the leather of her high heel shoes.
Mel picked up her left foot and used it to move my head over so that it was on its side. She then placed that shoe onto my head and tested it for stability. With everything set she could now transferred a good deal of her weight onto my head with each dance step.
I could see why I was positioned so carefully. In front of me was the full length mirror so she could watch herself standing on my face while she was grinding away to each song. Her right shoe was a couple of feet (60 cm) further away flat on the floor. So I was being stepped on with just a portion of her full weight (thank God !).
Mel continued to dance slowly like this, seeming to revel in the idea that she was stepping on my face with one high heeled shoe while dancing. The pointy toe of her shoe hung over the edge of my face while her stiletto heel was drilling into the back of my skull. My head was seriously getting crushed by a beautiful young woman in high heels.
The dancing was slow and sensuous, with those full hips gyrating around like a cement truck on full mix. The weight resting on my face would fluctuate with the beat of the music and Melanie’s dance. But I was completely pinned under her high heeled shoe. My head was getting rhythmically stepped on and ground down under a lot of weight ever few seconds. She’d glance down at me in the mirror every once in a while and then close her eyes in what seemed like a state of complete bliss. And she started to touch herself.
At this point I finally noticed the husband. He had gotten off of the bed and was approaching Melanie from behind, putting his hands all over her body. He then started to kiss the back of her neck. Mel was definitely into it and seemed to get more and more worked up. And I don’t know what was turning her on more – her husbands foreplay or the fact that she was stepping on some anonymous loser’s face while all this was happening.
After several minutes of this, when both of them seemed to be really wound up, the husband lifted up Melanie’s skirt and pulled out his hard cock to take her from the back, doggy style. During that time Melanie’s high heel was still firmly planted on my head.
Melanie closed her eyes and put both hands on the wall, her face almost touching the mirror, to steady herself. And the husband went to town, just ramming her hard from behind. As you can imagine, it didn’t last very long until she hit the high “C” note and he had his 10 second grunt.
And just like that, it was over.
The music continued to play softly in the background while the two of them had a post-coital moment. The guy still inside of her and Melanie stepping on my face with her well worn, filthy shoe.
After maybe a minute or two the husband pulled out and went back to the bed to lie down. Melanie still had both hands on the wall and hadn’t yet opened her eyes. But shortly after she just said “you can go now” and pushed down hard on my face with her shoe and then walked away, her stilettos clicking on the hard wood floor. No goodbye or thank you or anything.
So I quietly got up and went out the door, feeling totally used.