Early trample experiences 8 min read

written in October 2003

I was 12 before I fully realized where my interests lay, and that was a long time ago…back in 1978. The events of that year were some of the most intense I’ve ever had.

The year before, a girl called Lani brought her ballet slippers to school and the teacher got her to show them to the class. They were passed around the room for each person to look at, and I was excited by holding them and looking at them. Lani was a short girl with long blond hair, and all the boys liked her. Later in the year, I was walking in the corridor when Lani walked towards me. No one else was around. I said hi. Lani didn’t say a word – she just kicked me in the shin. Man, it hurt. Lani was wearing brown suede desert boots. She laughed and walked off. I was very confused as to why she did it, but it turns out she was just full of mischief.

In 1978, Lani and I started high school at the same school. The only class we had together was Art. Art classes were held in two large adjoining rooms and you moved freely between the two as you pleased. One day I was sitting at the table working when Lani came and sat on the table and began talking to me. She was wearing blue jeans and blue sneakers as they wore on the Brady Bunch – in Australia they were called Beachcombers. Lani put her feet on the edge of my seat next to my leg, but after a while moved them up onto my leg. We continued chatting and I ignored her feet, but then she put the front part of her right sole on my groin area and pressed down hard for a few seconds before putting her foot back onto my leg. I was extremely surprised and embarrassed – totally speechless. Lani just grinned at me, then she stood up with both feet on my right leg and jumped off onto the floor, and walked away.

After that, I always tried to get her to do something like that again. If she sat on the table, I’d sit in a chair beside her. If she was in a chair, I’d kneel on the floor to speak to her. But she wouldn’t respond…until one hot summer day. Lani was sitting in a chair facing the wall and I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall, right opposite her. We were the only ones in that room. We were talking and when she crossed her legs her right sneaker was right in front of my face. She kept moving her foot around, and I was so excited I thought I was going to faint. Out of nowhere, she asked, “What would you do if I kicked you in the face?” I said “nothing”. Lani then said “Can I kick you in the face then?” I said, “Yeah, sure”.

She swung the toe of her right sneaker into my mouth, fairly hard. It hurt, but I smiled at her. She smirked at me, then put the orange rubber sole of her right sneaker flat on the left side of my face. She pressed harder and harder. I just sat there letting her do this to me. I think she was trying to find out at what point, I would give in. She left her foot on my face but moved it around as she uncrossed her legs and placed her left foot on my face as well. She sat there, both feet planted firmly on my face for several minutes, pressing as hard as she could, with my head against the wall. Her soles felt cool against my red, hot face. The pressure was extreme and I thought perhaps my skull might break. She didn’t speak a word the whole time. I heard someone’s footsteps come into the room (the door was way over the other side) and she took her feet from my face. She leaned forward and looked at my face with a gorgeous happy smile on her face. I smiled back and then she just walked away. I didn’t have any other experiences with Lani, and she left our school at the end of that year (I was very disappointed about that).

That same year, we were watching a Shakespeare video for a double English class. My English teacher was a knockout – all the guys had the hots for her. She wore very tight jeans. Had a killer body, only about 5’3″. And she ALWAYS wore high heels of some kind. Miss Porter had pulled all the curtains and turned off the lights and the video was about to start. Everyone was talking – except me. She sat on the table out the front of the class and said “Everyone be quiet! The next person who speaks will have to watch the video sitting on the floor at my feet!”

Everyone went totally quiet. I was really nervous but couldn’t pass up the opportunity, and started asking someone about something. It worked. She yelled my name “I’m surprised at you, you’re always so well-behaved. Well, you can come and sit on the floor in front of me.”

I sat in front of her and to the side a bit, but she said “No. Right in front of me”. I moved across, and then she said “And move back towards me a bit”. I moved a bit and she said “A bit closer”. I moved back a bit until my shoulder blades touched the toes of her boots. She placed the soles of her boots on my shoulders and said “Perfect. Now stay there.”

She kept her booted feet on me for the entire 90-minute video. She soon moved her feet so the backs of her ankles/calves were on my shoulders, and her feet were just in front of my face. She was wearing black leather boots with a zip on the inside. They were fairly pointy at the toes, and the heels were very tapered and about 3″ high. They had fantastic shape and smelt great. She rolled her feet back and forth in front of my face, ankles, and insteps colliding with the sides of my face. She knew what she was doing, and was probably surprised I hadn’t made any objection so far. She moved her feet back and sat with her pointy toes pressed into my upper back, but she soon tired of that and instead placed the entire soles, including spike heels, on my back instead. She pressed her heels in quite deep, but I didn’t even flinch, let alone object.

The entire video continued like that, with her switching the position of her feet back and forth between these positions. She also once sat with legs crossed at the ankle, both resting on my left shoulder, both booted feet totally obstructing my view of the TV. And she also sat for a while with her right boot on my shoulder right up against my neck (and the heel digging into my spine just below my neck) with her left leg crossed over it, the weight of both legs on me. That was the most painful part, and I was a little worried that she might actually cause me some damage that way.
Throughout the video, she would speak to the class to explain some meaning behind the play. At one stage people began talking, and she said “Be quiet unless you want to end up on the floor in Robert’s place”. I was very worried that I was going to lose my place as her footrest, but luckily everyone was unusually well-behaved that day.

At the end of the video, she stood up and pressed rewind. She then turned on the lights. I remained sitting on the floor, waiting for her to return and put her feet on me again, but a little embarrassed as the whole class would now see everything. But Miss Porter told me to return to my seat. I had my school jumper tied around my waist and carried that at waist height as I walked back so that no one saw how much I liked it. None of my classmates noticed this, although Miss Porter must have realized why I was carrying my jumper like that.

After the class was over, only one person commented on what had happened. I guess it wasn’t that big a deal to them, although it was to me the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. Megan was the one who commented, looking at the many little heel-shaped impressions Miss Porter had left in my grey school shirt. Megan said Miss Porter was a bitch and wasn’t allowed to do that, and that I should complain to the principal. There was no way I would do that and spent the rest of my years in her classes hoping for more contact with her feet. There was none. I never saw her so much as touch any other student before or since. I was her pet student before that day, and I think she liked me even more afterward, surely knowing that I adored her.

Those times with Lani and Miss Porter would probably have been sufficient to cement my interest in beautiful women’s feet, but in that same year, my parents found a new babysitter for me. After having Nicole as my babysitter, I was hooked for life. She was one of the very few long-term dominators I’ve been lucky enough to know (usually only getting one-off encounters, or maybe two or three if I’m lucky). Funny how some years seem to bring you more luck than others. It’s either droughts or floods.