A Trip to the Countryside 13 min read

John was your regular, everyday, normal boy. Ordinary height, build, and generally uninteresting to the naked eye. But there was something special about him, something so exciting but yet too sensitive to talk about with anyone but himself. He had a trampling fetish. He always fantasized about being under the feet of women and being humiliated by them; it just gave him an unexplainable spark for life. He had a fictional trampling scenario with every girl at his school, even some teachers too! Some could call this creepy, but in his eyes it was all a big plan that would eventually come to be. And it would, even though John didn’t see it at the time, his big journey into realizing his dreams would begin the day he went on a trip to the countryside with his parents.

It was a sunny morning, perfect for outdoor expeditions, something that fueled John’s father to take the whole family out to the countryside to enjoy some fresh air and escape the fumes of the city. With that said, John, his mother, and his sister Emily all got in the car with his father and began their adventure. But John had his very own adventure to live, he just didn’t know it yet. When they arrived at their destination, a small village consisting mainly of farms, John was already bored, itching to return home and continue the gaming session he left unfinished when his father had this “fantastic” idea of family bonding. But this wasn’t happening since they would be stuck there at least until the afternoon, so he took a walk around, trying to see if there was anything worth checking out in that tiny little village. While walking, he came across many farms, but one specifically caught his eye, one that was run by a girl around his age.

She was a tall brunette, rocking the cowgirl aesthetic to perfection, but what really captivated John’s interest was the cowboy boots she was wearing. He had never made a scenario with a girl like that since there were no girls from outside the city who went to his school. So, he stood by a nearby tree and just stared at her, fantasizing about her doing work with him as her human floor mat, feeling the weight of her boots and getting poked by the sharp spurs. In reality, she was trying to move some blocks of hay from the farm to the barn, going back and forth to pick them up. At one point she just stopped and looked around, her eyes catching John’s figure by the tree. He froze, thinking about how more humiliating it would be if he ran away, rather than just admit that he is a big creep. “Hey you!” she shouted, “If you are just gonna stand there and watch, come down here and help a girl out.” John had no other choice, so he made his way down to the girl’s farm and immediately got to work with her, moving the hay blocks from the farm to the barn. “Faster, we don’t have all day! My father is coming home at noon, and if I haven’t moved all the hay I am totally fucked!” she said in an authoritative tone, something that lit a little fire inside of John, urging him to continue helping her with her work, or rather do the work for her as she had stopped and was just overseeing him. “Good, now keep going, and I’ll be back in a sec.”, she said and stormed into the barn.

John kept working while she was gone, not knowing why, since he didn’t even know the girl’s name and she wasn’t exactly polite to him. Deep down, though, he knew that he did it out of submission. No girl had ever been that straight with him, and he really liked the vibe she was giving off. After about 10 minutes, the cowgirl returned, placing a chair on the grass, sitting on it, and crossing her legs. “I really appreciate you doing this, you know. I have been down here all by myself, and I could really use a break. “Name is Olivia, by the way,” she said as she sank into the chair, seeming exhausted indeed. “My name is John”, he replied, “I have nothing to do here anyway, i might as well help you out with your work.”. For a while, Olivia rested in the chair, watching as John was doing all the hard work for her, occasionally shouting “Good”, “Keep going”, “Move your ass”, at him to joke around. John really liked her bossy tone even if it was for fun, and he would glance at her boots whenever he got a chance.

When he was finally done, Olivia invited him to the barn to sit down and relax. “You must really like them boots”, she said casually. John was shocked at her actually noticing his quick glances at her boots but had to say something to get out of the difficult situation. “Well, they really suit you. I always thought of farm girls as fat and ugly, but you are quite the opposite.” “Fucking stereotypes, man, I don’t know why all you city boys cannot believe a girl from a farm can be sexy.”, she said, seeming a bit frustrated by his words. After an awkward silence between the two, Olivia sighed, “Thank you for today, though. I guess I owe you one. Come on, tell me how I can pay you back. But I’m not having sex with you.”, she said and laughed. John took a moment to think, staring at her boots without even realizing. Olivia was starting to understand what type of guy John was and took it upon herself, as he was too shy to say anything. “If you like my boots that much, get down there and get a closer look.”, she said. John looked at her for a moment, not knowing what or how to answer. Olivia pointed at her boots with her eyes, and John realized he didn’t have to answer anything.

He lied down on the floor of the barn, his face now inches away from Olivia’s black cowboy boots. “Your boots are beautiful”, he said in a quiet tone. “Well, thank you. My father gifted them to me. He said that a girl like me can both be classy and a farmer. I guess he was right.” She moved her right foot closer to John’s face, almost touching his lips. “They could use some affection. I have been treating them really rough to be fair”, she said with a smile. John’s brain was overloaded. He didn’t know how to react, he never believed that he would get to this point with a girl in his whole life let alone a girl he had just met. As he was lying there doing nothing, Olivia put her feet right on his face, the sides now touching his lips. “Kiss them John, show me you really like them”, she said and forced her boot in his face. Instinctively, John started kissing her boots with passion, completely lost in his enjoyment, finally showing his true colors to Olivia, who took a big gamble talking like that to a boy she didn’t even know.

As John was kissing her boots nonstop, Olivia played along, enjoying John’s submissive nature. “That’s good, but they are really dirty from all the work, and washing machines aren’t really a thing around here.”, she said, looking down at John. “How could I help you with that?” he asked, knowing the answer already. “Lick them clean, will you? This way they will be even more beautiful than before.”, she giggled as she held her right foot over his mouth. “Open up now, let’s see that tongue of yours.”, she said, and John complied. With that, Olivia started scrubbing the bottom of her boot against his tongue, immediately turning it black from all the dirt that was stuck on it. John felt his tongue getting sore, but there was no way he could stop and miss out on the experience of a lifetime. So he persevered, holding his tongue out for as long as Olivia wanted to clean her boots. She kept doing it for almost 10 minutes, occasionally switching from one boot to the other, and for the whole duration John didn’t complain once. By the time she was done, his tongue was completely black, and there were pieces of dirt scrambled all around his mouth. “There we go, spotless, good job John! And I bet they tasted delicious too.”, she said and laughed. “Now there is one more job I need help with before my dad gets back.”, she said and stood up.

She explained to John that she needed to move some jars of homemade sauces up to a shelf but wasn’t tall enough to do it on her own. “I thought about using a chair to stand on, but what if it breaks and I fall down? Besides, I think it would be more fun to use you as a step to stand on. What do you say?” she asked him with a smirk on her face. John was taken aback by what was happening. First, he licked her boots, and now he was about to become her personal step stool. He was drooling just at the idea of her full weight standing on top of him with her boots digging into his body. “I would love that, but the shelf isn’t that high. I could just lie on my back, and you could still reach it while standing on me”, he said, hoping for a positive response. Olivia smiled and looked at John. “Hardcore, huh? We’ll do it your way, but I won’t stop until my job is done. And I don’t give a shit if my boots begin to hurt your stomach, understand?” John nodded positively, and Olivia pointed at him where to lie down so they could begin.

John got into position, lying on the wooden floor of the barn, just under the shelf the sauces would be placed on. Olivia grabbed two jars from the table and stood towering above him. “You sure you can handle this? Last chance to back out!” she said while getting ready to step up. John moved his head positively, bracing himself for the first trampling experience of his life. With that, Olivia stepped up onto him, her full weight now resting on top of John’s stomach as she placed the jars on the shelf. He could feel the pressure of her weight and the texture of her cowboy boots standing firmly on his stomach, but didn’t show any sign of discomfort, as he wanted to enjoy the sensation as much as possible. Olivia placed the jars on the shelf and got off to get some more. “How is it? Don’t you dare say that I am heavy cause I’m not.”, she asked while stepping on him again, this time on his chest. “No no, it’s perfect, I don’t feel a thing!” He replied, his voice a bit faint from Olivia’s weight on his chest. “Your voice suggests otherwise.”, she said and wiggled her feet, causing a light groan from John. “But it’s okay”, she continued, “As I said before, I don’t care if it hurts or not”. She winked at him and continued unloading jars on the shelf.

As Olivia continued with the jars, John’s stomach and chest started to ache from the pressure of her boots getting on and off constantly. He didn’t want to show his discomfort but knew he couldn’t take much more, especially for the first time. He looked at the table, seeing there weren’t many jars left, and hoped that Olivia would be content with her job done and get off, leaving some time to rest. But as she was placing the last jar on the shelf, it slipped from her hands, fell down, and broke. “Fuck fuck fuck, my dad is gonna kill me”, she shouted and stomped her boot on his stomach with force, making him gasp for air and cutting his shirt a bit with the spur. “We gotta clean this up quickly. He’ll be back in 15”, she said and got off John’s stomach, rushing to get a mop. John, still lying on the floor, waiting for Olivia to come back, could feel the marks she left on his stomach and chest. He could feel pain, but it was the sweetest kind of pain he had ever felt, and he would do it again, no questions asked.

He snapped back to reality, though, as Olivia came rushing back. “Get up and help me. We don’t have time”, she said, her voice taking an anxious and serious tone. John got up and helped her mop the floor clean, still ecstatic from the experience. “I need to make sure there aren’t any glass pieces from the jar left on the floor. Lie down one more time and then get the fuck out before my dad sees you!” she said and pushed John down to the moped floor. He wasn’t sure about that, but before he could say anything, Olivia stood right back on top of him, her boots planted firmly on his stomach and chest. She started doing little bounces with her feet to make sure any small pieces of glass left get stuck in John’s back. As John was getting trampled and stabbed by the little glass pieces, Olivia tried to comfort him, “Hey, it isn’t that bad, just get home and have a good shower and you will be fine. Plus, you get some extra time being under the beautiful boots you cleaned with your tongue, lucky boy.”, she said and winked at him with a smile on her face.

Suddenly, they heard a car honk its horn just outside the barn. “Oh shit, that’s my father!” she whispered slowly while stepping off John’s stomach. “Get up and go fast!” she said, and without any hesitation John got up and sneaked out the back door pointed to him by Olivia. When he was a safe distance away from the farm, he took a moment to realize what had just happened. A girl whom he had never met in his life made him her boot licker and then trampled him with her boots, even standing on him on top of glass shards. As painful as the experience was, John was in heaven and wished he could relive every second of it. It was such a shame he had to go in a rushed manner, but he knew he would be back for more eventually. And oh, he would.

As the time went by, he went back to his parents and sister with a big smile on his face. He retained that smile for the whole drive home, making his sister curious about what happened to him. “Hey, why are you smiling like that? And what happened to your shirt?” she asked. But John didn’t even bother to answer. The only thing he could think about was Olivia and the experience he had with her replaying in his head again and again and again.