written by Simon UK
original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums
Part 1
Matthew had joined the circus. He had left home after being caught kissing a woman’s shoe that he had balanced on his chest. Never been good with women, he had dived into his imagination, where he was a footstool and carpet to womankind, which unfortunately is about as far as he got. The circus also took a part in his fantasy as the women in their costumes were especially beautiful. The circus he was with had three women who he fantasized about.
The ring mistress, Justine, was the owner’s daughter. She was in her late twenties, slim with long blonde hair, soft features, and long, long legs. She dressed, for performance, in a red ring mistress jacket with very short black shorts, black top hat, black stockings, and black low heel thigh boots. The second was part of a Bulgarian riding act. Her name was Helga and was not as “drop dead” gorgeous as Justine, but had a simple peasant girl look. She was shorter and stockier, with a round friendly face and shoulder-length loose brown curly hair. Her performance gear was typical East European circus, with a white frilly blouse, blue skirt, and white acrobat boots. The third was his favorite fantasy, a French cord-liaise artist called Anna. She was thin and tall with broad shoulders, long legs, and a hard unsmiling stare. She dressed in a gold spangled skin-tight leotard with brown footless tights. She had short brown hair and wore a tiara which gave her a dominant look that made Matthew want to throw himself down at her feet.
It was, however, only a fantasy. Although he would gaze at their feet at all opportunities, his shyness with women would stop him from moving fantasy to reality. Then after six months, his life would start to change. Anna, who performed under the name Giselle, sacked her assistant, and Matt was asked if he could take over. This would involve walking out with her, collecting her cape, and helping her up the rope. Helping her up the rope meant he was to come in contact with her foot. The first time he had to go down on one knee and hold the rope in both his hands, Giselle placed her foot on his knee, took hold of the rope, and stepped onto his shoulder. She then put all her weight on his shoulder and pushed up, pausing with her full weight on his one shoulder she then pulled herself up. As she stepped up she gave him a look distaste, as if she knew that this turned him on.
After the performance, he watched as she walked up the steps to her trailer wishing that he was part of those same steps.
In practice sessions, which was the only other time he saw her, she always ordered him around, which he didn’t really mind, and was abrupt to the extent of being rude. She was his dream mistress, but he couldn’t bring himself to say. The only girl he felt comfortable with was Helga. Matt often invited her into his trailer for a chat and talked about…………. well, nothing. He saw her every night climbing onto the shoulders of her partners and wished that she would tread on his. Really he wanted to gaze up into her friendly smiling face as she mercilessly trampled him, but could never say.
Part 2
It all changed, however, soon after he started his second month assisting Giselle. An hour after the last performance he was called to see Justine in the Big Top. It was unusual that he should have any contact with the owner’s daughter and always considered her off-limits. He thought that he must be in trouble and so hurried through the warm, but breezy night air towards the dark Big Top. Inside it was pitch black, so he walked towards the ring. Then a spotlight came on and standing in the center of the ring were Giselle and Helga, both still dressed in their performance attire, with Giselle wearing 2″ high block heeled sandals. Then Justine, in her ring mistress gear, walked into the white light.
“Welcome Matthew,” she spoke with just a hint of menace “you are in trouble.”
She brought her right hand up to show Matt the magazine she held. He froze. It was his trampling magazine. Helga must have found it in his trailer. The look on his face made Justine smile, only Giselle was stony-faced.
“Come here, Matt.” The menace in Justine’s voice pulled him to the light. He stood before them, unsure of what would happen next.
Giselle took Matt by the hair and forced him painfully to kneel, she then pushed him to the floor so that his face landed on Justine’s right boot. Before he could rise up he felt Giselle’s heel in the small of his back as she stepped up, putting her other foot on his head forcing his face on the boot.
“Kiss it,” she ordered. She pushed so hard that Matt found it almost impossible to move his lips off the leather boot. He painfully kissed Justine’s boot. Helga giggled. After a few minutes, Justine moved her boot away leaving Matt’s face pushed into the dirt ring. Giselle put all her weight on the back of his head as she stepped off.
“Rollover,” she demanded.
Matt did as he was told. As he lay there all three women were stood around him. Giselle at his head, Helga on his left beaming down at him, and Justine at his right hip. Justine placed a stocking foot on his chest.
“I’ll use my boots later,” she said with a gleam in her eye” let’s see how much you can take.”
She held on to Giselle and Helga as she stepped up, Matt groaned slightly as her full weight came to rest on his chest, but it was in ecstasy. Looked at the smile on her face and then looked at the two feet pressing into his chest. She stayed there for a few seconds and then started to move her feet up and down in a walking movement. She let go of the other two and, with her hands on her hips, slowly turned around finishing up facing him.
Part 3
“Did you like that Matt?” she asked sensually.
He nodded, not daring to speak. She turned to face his feet.
“That’s your chest, now how will your stomach take it?”
She took a short step onto his stomach and stood there rocking backward and forwards. She turned to face him. He was trying to regain his breath. He gazed at the goddess standing on his stomach, he felt something stirring between his legs. This is what he had been waiting for, what he had dreamed of. But he was frightened of what was yet to come. Justine stepped off. As he looked at her a foot moved over his face and was placed firmly on the middle of his chest. It was Giselle. She had also removed her shoes and she placed both of her bare feet on his chest. She turned around to face him.
“Suck on theez.” She placed her foot on his mouth and forced her toes in.
He gasped for air as her toes were forced further down his throat. She took them out, wiped them on his chest, and placed her foot on his head, moving it to one side.
“Heads, I win,” she said as she stepped on the side of his head. She stayed there for what seemed like minutes and eventually stepped off. Almost immediately Helga walked onto his chest, still wearing her boots. She giggled as she stepped from side to side on his stomach and chest. She stepped off with her feet on either side of his body and then proceeded to do stride jumps on and off his body. Matt started to cry out in pain.
“That’s nothing.” said a voice above his head.
He looked up into the eyes of Justine. Helga stopped jumping and stood on his stomach and took Justine’s hands. Justine placed her right stocking foot on the right side of Matt’s face. Her toes rested on his chin and her heel on his forehead. There was a pause, and then her whole weight shifted onto his head with her other foot on the opposite side of his nose. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t scream. He could hardly breathe. Her feet were crushing his nose and the balls of her feet were blocking all but a small part of his mouth. After an eternity both Justine and Helga stepped off. They both stepped out of the spotlight and Matt suddenly felt quite alone. His breathing was heavy and his chest hurt with Helga’s bouncing.
Justine returned to the spotlight this time with her boots on. But this time she stood at the edge of the white light and looked into the darkness.
“My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, and children of all ages, here for one night only is a special act to perform very special feat for you all. Please put your hands together for Giselle and Helga.”
Part 4
She gestured to the other side of the circle of light where Giselle and Helga had appeared. Helga moved to stand at Matt’s feet while Giselle stood by his head. They waved to the imaginary crowd and turned to face each other. Matt felt worried as Giselle gestured towards Helga. She nodded back and walked on his legs, onto his stomach, and positioned herself with the balls of her feet on his chest and her heels on his stomach. She crouched slightly and extended her crossed arms towards Giselle who had walked around to his shoulder. She took Helga’s hands and placed her foot on Helga’s thigh. With a flash, she had stepped up, twisted, and was standing on Helga’s shoulders. Matt stared up in agony at the two high towers perched on his body. He tried to speak but the pressure on his chest was too much. After a few seconds, Giselle dismounted and Helga stepped off leaving Matt in a heap unable to catch his breath. He rolled to his right but a booted foot rolled him onto his back and rested on his chest. He looked up into the eyes of Justine.
“You’ve done well Matt. This is how it’s going to be everywhere we go, we will walk all over you. In every town, in every city.”
Helga stepped onto his thighs, Giselle, now wearing her shoes, stepped hard onto his stomach with her toes pointing to his face. Finally, Justine stepped onto his chest. She looked down at Matt,
“Now to finish off a long, long walk. Ready girls.”
All three girls started to trample and Matt groaned in agony. Giselle’s heels cut into his stomach and Helga’s feet started to rub his dick. He shot his load a few seconds later, but it was at least ten more minutes before they stopped walking, each stepping off via the side of his head. They left him alone in the spotlight to nurse his wounds and to contemplate the 80 town tour coming up. He smiled through the pain.
END