written by Unknown author
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The first time that I was trampled, I was going out with a nineteen year old college freshman. She was sort-of cute but she had a body as good as any girl you see in Playboy, no exaggeration!! (gravity had not yet reared its ugly head with her 34DD chest).
In any case, I had mentioned my trample fetish after a moment of intimacy and she reacted to the information fairly calmly. Even though she was kind of wild, I was still afraid she would react with disgust or horror. However, after I continued to talk about it occasionally, she finally promised to indulge me some time in the future.
While we were studying together in her dorm room shortly after that, she began to absent-mindedly rest her bare feet on mine while she was working out some homework problems. I eventually got her to put her feet in my lap as we continued to study together (of course, by then my mind surely was not on my schoolwork!). I nervously asked her if she would mind putting on some shoes and she agreed (mostly, I think, just to get me to shut up!). She said I could pick out the shoes for her from her closet while she finished her last few homework problems.
I quickly found the box where she stored her shoes. It held 12 compartments, one for each pair of her shoes. I found the garden-variety of shoes that college girls wear — mostly flats and sandals (boring!). However, I knew my girlfriend enjoyed dressing-up (she’d attended a finishing school for girls in a big city), so I wasn’t surprised when I found a pair of brown leather pumps with thin, 4 to 5 inch heels. My search ended right there!!
I told her that I had found the shoes that I wanted her to wear. When she looked up, she kind of gulped and asked me if I was sure. I said yes, thinking that she would just put them on and place her feet back in my lap. When I sat back down next to her, she just continued to work on her homework problems. I sat there with great anticipation, but she didn’t move. After a few minutes, I started to become a little confused. I thought she had lost interest at the zero hour.
Just about the time I was about to get up and leave in great disappointment, she finished her last problem and closed her book. She was wearing sweat-pants at the time and she told me she had to change. She explained that she had to wear stockings when she wore heels, so she had to change to a skirt in order to slip on her stockings. She said the stockings helped her foot slide into her shoes much easier (which just about made me lose it in my pants). She said she’d just never ever wear sweat-pants with heels!
I was in heaven at that time, because I knew that she was serious about wearing her heels! But I was getting a little nervous also, since I my initial intention was to get her to rest her feet on me, not for her to walk on me. My girlfriend was slim (except for that chest!!), maybe about 115-120 pounds. But she would be wearing spike heels and I had never tried this before. After she had dressed, I kind of lost my nerve a little bit and asked her if we should do this. Thank goodness, her response was “Get down there” (her exact words!!!) and she gently pushed me down toward the floor. She really was a great girlfriend!
At this point, I lay down on the hard dorm-room floor in front of her. She was standing over me then, with that undeniably womanly figure and wearing those spike heels. Her hair was really long too (which I loved!), so she had to hold it back as she looked down at me on the floor. I was totally aroused at this moment.
We debated as to whether I should wear a shirt, and the final decision was for me to keep it on. I laid down on my stomach and she put her high heeled foot directly in the middle of my back. When she shifted her entire weight onto me for the first time, the pain was considerable. Nevertheless, I was so worked up that it didn’t really bother me that much. Later, she told me that she thought her heel was going to poke right through me on that first step. But she was still willing to do it just for me (!).
My girlfriend found it difficult to keep her balance while she walked on me in her heels, so she had me move over beside her dresser and used that for balance as she walked up and down my back. She didn’t hold back either, she put her full weight down on those heels and walked back and forth all over me. At times she would lose her balance and fall off of me, but she would step right back on the same spot and continue to trample me without hesitation. Eventually I rolled over and, after some encouragement, got her to trample on my front side too.
When we finished (after maybe 10 minutes), she lifted up my shirt and became kind of upset at seeing the numerous red marks (from her heels) all over my body. I assured her that it didn’t hurt much (even though it did hurt a little) and she calmed down.
After this incident, my girlfriend trampled me again and again under various circumstances and while wearing several pairs of high heeled shoes and boots. She was really a great girlfriend for indulging me so much. However, the enjoyment wasn’t all one sided. One time she did admit that she found it a little bit arousing to trample on me.
Sometimes I really miss her.