written by Amrik
original source of the story was Unknown source
In school there was a fundraising activity done by one of the clubs. Students, teachers and staff would bring in their used coke cans every day for recycling. The scrap aluminium was sold which was then used to fund a big social function at the end of the year.
Well, there was one girl, two years older than me, called Raj who really used to enjoy stomping on the coke cans to crush them flat. She was very beautiful, and I got extremely turned on watching her flatten the cans under her weight, all the time wishing she was stomping on me! I always used to take her my cans to crush, and one day casually asked her why she enjoyed stomping on them. My heart pounded in my chest when she told me that she liked to imagine she was squashing little people into a bloody pulp!
It was then that she first confessed her interest in the images of Kali trampling Shiva, and I jokingly told her that if she wanted to trample on me I would be happy to cooperate. She gave me a funny smile then, but didn’t say anything in reply. However, the following week, she told me that she would be alone at home that evening, and if I wanted to come round to be trampled then now was the time! I almost fell at her feet there and then in my eagerness to agree. Later that day, some of the kids asked her why she was collecting her coke cans in a plastic bag instead of crushing them. She looked me in the eye, smiled knowingly, and said she was saving them for later.
When I arrived at her house that evening, my future girlfriend and mistress immediately commanded me to strip to my underwear and lie on my back in the middle of the floor. Somewhat nervously, I complied. She then draped a thick folded cloth over my stomach and placed a coke can on top of it. She told me to hold the base of the can tightly so that it wouldn’t fall over.
She then proceeded to stomp heavily on the can. She was wearing black shiny shoes with a very low chunky heel. My breath whooshed out of me with every impact of her foot onto the can, but I managed not to vocalise my suffering. After about twelve stomps, the can was flat. Raj then looked into her plastic bag with a wicked grin and told me there were only another 16 cans to go!
When she had finished crushing every can on my stomach, she kicked off her shoes and put on a pair of white strappy shoes with high heels, each heel tip perhaps about half an inch square. She placed one foot on the cloth on my stomach, looked at me, and said “Shall I?”
“Please, mistress” I said. I remember using the word mistress quite deliberately, and she seemed pleased. Slowly, she applied all her weight onto that foot and brought the other alongside to stand fully on my stomach with all her weight. The pain brought tears to my eyes, and I was very glad that the cloth was between my skin and her sharp heels.
While she stood on me, and walked gently on the spot, we had a strange conversation in which we each spoke of our fantasies and desires. It seemed incredible that I had found a girl who wished to trample, debase and dominate me as much as I wanted her to do it! Our future relationship was defined and discussed on that evening, with me lying beneath my mistress’ treading feet.
Afterwards she took off her shoes and removed the cloth from my stomach. I had many bright red marks – small ones from her heels, and a bigger one made by the bases of several coke cans which had been flattened on my stomach! Raj then proceeded to stand on my stomach with her bare feet and announced that she was going to jump up and down. She asked me how many times she should jump, and I suggested 20. She said, “Right, 50 it is!”
Her first jumps were small and tentative, but towards the end of the sequence she gained confidence, and was jumping really high, really using my stomach as her trampoline. She would use her leg muscles to smash her feet hard into my stomach on her downward trajectory. I was in real pain after she had finished, and rolled around the floor in agony clutching my stomach and crying, gasping for breath. However, I recovered enough to stand up and walk after a several minutes, and promised my mistress that I would be back for more!
That was my first trample session.