written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
When I was young I remember a big celebration at our house. The entire extended family was there including my aunt Juniper along with several of my female cousins. The young girls were all wearing party dresses and little girl high heels. I found out later they were called kitten heels and were only a few cm (1-2 inches) tall but came down to a tiny point (like a stiletto).
I was not allowed at the activities because because I was on restriction. Earlier that day I scratched my father’s car with my bicycle. I was angry because it was just an accident and I felt I was unfairly punished. So I was resentful, lying on my belly on the carpet in dining room and playing with some toys on the floor by myself. In the room there were two of my cousins (who had previously stepped on me and used me as a ladder) who were talking to my aunt Juniper.
As I was minding my own business I suddenly felt something stab my butt. I realized that one of my cousins had just walked over me with her heel! I said something unpleasant to her and she came back, stepped on me again and started to trample me without a word. The second girl quickly joined her and they both began walking on me.
The girls really gave it to my back, trampling me fairly hard. I remained quiet even when their small spike heels dug into my ribs. First they stood on me with all their weight leaned back on the heels. Then the two girls walked on me for a couple of minutes, even mildly stomping on me, but they got tired pretty quickly. Then they got off, whispered together for a moment and left the room.
After a few minutes my girl cousins returned in the whole set, all four of them. The oldest one, Andrea, was 13 and the acknowledged leader of the bunch. They were again whispering in conspiracy as they tried to decide whether to trample me more or not. I didn’t know why but I looked forward to it.
But it was my aunt who made the first move. She slowly walked over and placed her flat shoe on my back. She then asked me if I had enough punishment. I responded “no” just to be defiant. So she firmly stepped on and walked across my back. I thought that feeling was incredible. Her shoes had flat, flexible, rubber soles but she was much heavier than my cousins and the crush was considerable.
My cousins looked at each other with their eyes wide open, as they never expected someone so adult would punish me that way – they thought it was only their idea of tormenting me. To their surprise Juniper stepped off of me and said for them to finish the job as she left the room laughing !
So my cousins began the real session. They trampled on my back at first with each girl holding on to another girl to keep her balance as she stepped on me. All the girls walked full weight on me with their spiky heeled shoes. No quarter was given.
To add insult to injury, one of the girls decided to step on my head. Immediately the other three copied her, some of them even using their thin heels. Ouch!
After my back was mercilessly stepped on for several minutes, Andrea mildly kicked me in the side with the pointy toe of her pump and ordered me to roll over (which I did with great enthusiasm). The four young girls then took turns stepping on my front with their well worn shoes. All of them had been playing in the yard earlier so their shoes were dirty. Bits of grass and mud were stuck on the bottoms of their shoes and (especially) around their tiny heels.
While lying on my back, I turned my face to the side, wordlessly encouraging the girls to step on it. Which, of course, they all did in short order. None of the four seemed to have any qualms at all about trampling on their poor cousins face with their high heeled shoes. My face was just something that got stepped on without a care from any of them.
The girls thought it was funny to clean their shoes on my clothes and then twist around on the dirt. I was filthy afterwards. They also seemed to enjoy looking right down at me as they wiped their shoes on my face. In a matter-of-fact way they would describe to the other cousins how gross it was as they scraped the mud off of their shoes and onto my face. Then they would step down on it with some force and grind the mud into my skin as they said unpleasant things about me.
I just silently looked up at them while all this was happening, no doubt giving them free license to do whatever they wanted. The only reaction I ever gave was to stick my tongue out at one of the girls when she said something particularly nasty to me.
She instantly said “don’t move” and proceeded to wipe her dirty shoe on my now exposed tongue. All the other cousins said “ewwww” in harmony. But now the new standard had been established and I had to lick clean each girl’s shoes – including their filthy soles.
Fairly quickly my tongue became so coated in mud that I couldn’t really taste anything. Later in the mirror I saw it was dark brown in color. Afterwards I washed my mouth out vigorously. But for most of the next day or so I tasted dirt and felt grit in my mouth.
The stepped on mud also left messy smears on my face that I had difficulty washing off in the bathroom. But I actually loved how mean they were being to me!
It was magnificent as all the party shoes of my cousins had small pointy, sharp heels that were at least 4-5 cm ( 1-2 inches high ). Andrea had even higher heels – probably 7.5 cm (3 inches). Her shoes were dull black leather pumps with stiletto heels – just like a full grown woman would wear.
As the girls walked all over me, their spike heels dug into my flesh and occasionally even pinned my cock. Even with their light weight, the crush was enormous. That was no surprise since the girls tried to dig their heels into me as hard as they could. I was their cousin and yet they were stepping on me like I was a mannequin or some other inanimate object. They just ignored me, talking among themselves, laughing, carrying on and having fun.
Yet as I lay there I could not believe how brutal the trampling became. They stepped on me completely without mercy! The girls would walk down my body and then step on my face full weight (sometimes even with their heels). Andrea liked doing that the most (and I’m sure she’s the one that left the red square marks on my jaw from her tall, thin heels).
Each time I could see Andrea’s coy smile as she slowly walked up my body. Then the pointy toe of her high heel pump would briefly hover over my face as she carefully aimed it. As her shoe landed on my cheek I could smell the leather sole as she applied all of her weight down on it. I wondered if my head would crack as Andrea just walked over me in those sexy shoes like I was nothing.
At the end the girls were having competitions to see who could make the experience the most uncomfortable for me. They took turns marching on me in tiny steps with their whole weight only on the heel tips. It was painful, yes, but also very exciting for me in a way I did not fully understand at the time.
Unfortunately the fun was interrupted by another adult who entered the room. My cousins quickly jumped off of me and all ran away.