Tag: Sneakers trampling

Trample Set Up 3.8 (16)

A woman remembers when she helped out to stage an unknown trampling of a friend

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This was a staged trample set up by one of my former boyfriends. One of his friends had told him of his fantasy to be trampled unknowingly by a woman, so he told him how to go about it. All he had to do was to lie at the bottom of a set of steps that led down from the house to the basement garage.

He covered himself with an old roll of carpet, which extended up the steps, over his stomach and chest, and along the floor. He then concealed his head with a cardboard box which had the side cut out so he could see, and his legs were covered with some old sacks.

My boyfriend was working on a car in the basement and his ploy was to call out for me to come down, and then ask me to go back and get him a drink. Now since this was my boyfriends home and I’d been there many times, of course, I would notice a thing like a guy lying under a carpet at the foot of the stairs, so unbeknown to my trample victim I was in on the plan. I was wearing a white top, light blue jeans and white sneakers. Continue reading “Trample Set Up 3.8 (16)“

Gym Trample 3.7 (16)

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This is a technique I thought of while working at the gym as an aerobics instructor. When a new guy comes in for a workout programme many of them are quite soft and flabby, but it only takes a matter of weeks for them to harden up. The problem is because the change happens slowly it is difficult for many of them to see the difference. What I sometimes do is get them to lie on their backs and then I step on their stomach with one foot, full weight. Continue reading “Gym Trample 3.7 (16)“

Stranger Trample 4.1 (15)

A girl remembers her first time trampling a stranger

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This was one of my first tramples on total strangers where I began to think that maybe some guys liked being trampled on. My girlfriends and I were all on a ferry heading back from a resort island that we’d spent the day on. It was about nine at night so it was dark, and the ferry was crowded with people, mainly young like us.

At the front of the ferry, a number of guys were sitting down on the benches or on the floor. One guy had his back against the end of a bench and his legs stretched out along the inside of the rail of the ferry. Although it was dark there was enough light to see his legs, as it was cold he was wearing jeans and a sweater. I was wearing jeans too, plus a sweater and a jersey, plus my well worn white sneakers of course. I walked up to the rail and looked at the view, pretending not to see him. Continue reading “Stranger Trample 4.1 (15)“

Sore Back Trample 4.3 (9)

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This was one of the occasions where a guy asked to be trampled and got more than he expected.

One of my brother’s friends was complaining of a sore back around our house one day. I was about 16 and my brother and his friend were about 21.

“Di can give you a foot massage,” my brother volunteered, and explained how good it was for him. The guy got down on the ground on his stomach as I asked, and I put one foot on his back. I was wearing my usual soft soles sneakers and I stepped up on him full weight with both feet. I walked up and down his back for a while until I noticed that one of his hands was lying palm up beside him, I pretended to lose my balance and stepped off onto his hand.

“Sorry,” I said stepping back onto his back again. I was walking from his shoulders right down his back and over his but to his thighs, and he wasn’t grunting or groaning so I thought I’d try something else.

“How about turning over, sometimes it works if I do it from the other side so to speak,” I suggested.

He turned over and I put my foot up onto his chest. I stepped up with my other fooot on his stomach. I started to walk up and down, turning around on his chest and stomach. I could see him getting an erection in his pants as I went so he was enjoying it. I walked onto his stomach and put the toe of my sneaker right on the end of his cock where it bulged under his pants. I turned to stand at right angles to his body and again stood with the end of his cock just under the middle of my foot. I could fell it pushing up against the rubber sole of my sneaker and into my foot. I lifted my foot and brought it down right on his cock so that the end actually poked out the other side of my sole. Moving again I faced his head and this time put my heel down on the end of his cock, but I could still feel it bulging under the soft rubber heel of my sneaker.

When i finally got off I noticed a small stain on his pants, so I knew it had been a sexually satisfying exprience for him too. He eventually became my first sexual foot partner and we had many such sessions in the future.

Unwilling trample 4.5 (6)

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This happened not too long ago, and it’s one of the ways I use to trample on guys. I’d already set up some books I wanted on a shelf in the library. And I made sure there were no chairs around to use. I was wearing jeans and blue sneakers with a white top. I asked a guy I knew slightly in the library to help me get a book, but it was too high for him too.

“How about giving me a leg up?” I asked. He obligingly cupped his hands so I could put one foot in them and boost myself up, but I wavered all over and nearly fell.

“Suppose you kneel down and let me stand on your leg,” I suggested. He knelt on one knee and extended the other leg bent at the knee. I climbed up on his leg and stood there with both feet, but pushed away from the bookshelf so that his knee was forced out and he collapsed under my weight.
“Ok, can you just get on your hands and knees and I’ll stand on your back.”
He got down and I stepped onto his back and lifted myself up with my full weight on both feet. I pretended to look for the book, stepping back and forth and moving my feet about. Once I moved up to his shoulder and reaching over with one foot I placed the sole right on his head.

“Hey! watch it,” he complained.

“Sorry,” I said. I finally grabbed the book I wanted and walking to the rear of his body I stepped down onto the backs of his thighs, and from there to the floor.

“Thanks so much,” I told him. He rolled right over on the floor and lay on his back looking up at me. I walked down between where he was lying and the bookcase, opening the book I pretended to read it.

“You’re heavier than you look you know,” he told me. “You don’t tell a girl that,” I replied and I put my right foot on his stomach and stepped up full weight. I felt my foot sink into his belly and his stomach mussels tighten up beneath the soft rubber sole of my sneaker. I walked on over him and away still pretending to read the book.

An hour later I asked him to help me again. “I’ll find you a set of steps,” he said. How many of you guys reading this would have bothered with getting stairs?