How it started for Arthur (Mr Rugman) 9 min read

There have been 3 women in my life that over the years would walk on me with their high heels, I would like to tell you about them.

The first time I was ever stepped on I was 16, her name was Sue, she was my best friend’s sister and if I remember right she was 22. I was laying on the floor at the end of a hall that went to the bathroom. I was in her way and she told me to move a few times, to give her a hard time I just stayed there. Sue stepped over me twice and I could tell by the tone of her voice she was getting mad. “If you’re still there the next time I come down the hall I’ll step on you with my high heels,” I heard her say as she walked to her bedroom. Sue was about 5′ 5″ and I think about 110 lbs. Not thinking she would step on me I just laid there, a few moments later I could hear the click, click of her stiletto heels coming down the hall. “She wouldn’t really step on me with those heels if she did she would surely kill me,” I thought to myself. Sue stopped next to me, “Still there!” she said, “OK now I’m going to step on you with my high heels.” I started to turn to look at her but before I could move Sue planted her foot in the middle of my back and she quickly stepped onto me with one foot.

I thought the heel was going to go right through me, the pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I wanted to scream but her stepping on me knocked the air out of me. Sue stood there, on one foot for what felt like forever, she then placed her other foot so the heel was sticking deep into my ass. “I told you to move, didn’t I” she said as she just stood there trying to push her heels through me. She started to say something but she herd her mother coming up the stairs. As she stepped off me Sue said softly, “If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you and whenever I find you laying on the floor in my way I’m going to just step on you like you’re not even there,” with that she went into the bathroom and closed the door. I hurt for a few days but for some reason I wanted her to step on me again. I found myself getting in her way as much as I could and Sue and I played this game for two years until my friends family moved away.

From then until now just about every time I see a women walking along in her heels I wonder what it would feel like if she was to walk on me. For a very long time I thought I must be insane or something to want to be trampled by a women wearing spike heels, and because of those feelings I never talked to any one about it. For the next 6 or so years I went out with quite a few women and I never dared to say any thing about my wanting to be walked on, then I met Carol. Carol was an Amerasian, her mother was Japanese and her father was in the US Air Force and he met her while he was stationed in Japan. Carol’s mother was trained to pamper her man as were most Japanese women of the time, and her mother passed along some of this to Carol.

One of the things Carol learned was the art of the “Japanese Massage,” you know that’s where the Japanese girl walks on the back of the bad guy in the James Bond movies. It was a match made in heaven, I would come home from a long day, at the time I was managing a club in NYC called “Tarot,’ and find my spot in front of the TV and most of the time I would fall asleep. At some time I would awake to find Carol walking bare foot on my back and it was the most relaxing massage I can think of. Carol was 5′ 7” and about 135 lbs. I never told Carol I wanted her to walk on me in her heel’s and it was a very hard thing to do because Carol just loved wearing high heels, she even wore them in our apartment. From just about the start of our relationship Carol would tell me to be a good boy because her mother also learned what to do with a “bad boy,” I never really thought anything of it until one night I came home just like almost every other night. Carol and I had been living together for about 3 years, I was asleep in front of the TV and I awoke from a sound sleep to Carol yelling at the top of her lungs. I wasn’t quite awake and I couldn’t make out what Carol was yelling about. She was behind me and I tried to turn to look at her. I couldn’t move,

I was tied face down to the furniture. I was a little more awake now and I herd Carol say something about “you two timer” and “how could I do this to her.” I was still unable to get free, I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just kept yelling. After a few minutes Carol seemed to calm down a little but she still wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. Carol stopped yelling and for awhile wasn’t saying a thing, all the while I kept asking what was wrong and trying to get untied.

Then I heard Carol say quietly, “Do you remember I told you my mother also told me how to punish a bad boy?” “Do you?” “No, well now you’re going to find out.” Carol was standing about 10 feet behind me in the kitchen. “Are you ready?” “Now I’m going to give you a back massage you will never forget.” The next thing I heard was her walking to where I was lying, I could feel each step, the floor quivered as she moved.

Where I was lying there was no carpet and when Carol reached the end of the rug she still had to take 2 or 3 steps. Then I heard it, CLICK, CLICK, it didn’t hit me at first, what the sound was, then I realized what I was hearing, Carol was wearing heels. I tried to turn to get free! Carol was going to massage my back with her heels! Before I could say anything I felt the first heel dig deep into my back as Carol drove it into me as hard as she could. I screamed “Nooooo.” as loud as

I could but I knew there would not be any one to hear my screams because we lived in a loft building and we were the only ones in the building at night. Then the other heel hit me, over and over again Carol stomped on me and each time she would drive her heels deep into me. I was yelling and screaming the whole time. My trampling lasted for over 45 min, I don’t think there was a part of my body that wasn’t covered with heel marks, some of them didn’t go away for weeks after. I can tell you it hurt like hell but it was also one of the most intense turn on I have ever felt.

Why did I get punished you ask! Well it turns out some one Carol knew saw me and one of the girls that worked at the club having lunch while we were out getting supplies I needed for the club, I would take someone with me so I wouldn’t get parking tickets, her friend told Carol I was cheating on her. After Carol learned the truth the real fun began. I told her about my thing about wanting to be trampled and Carol told me her stomping me was a real turn on for her too. From then on she would trample me under her heels just about every night. This went on for about 2 years until one day I came home early to find her in bed with someone. Not long after that we drifted apart.

About 18 months after my breakup with Carol I met Michelle. Michelle was very tall, 5′ 9″ with long jet black hair and she was about 150 lbs. As fate would have it Michelle worked part time as a shoe model, she had size 6 feet. Michelle had over 200 pairs of heels and boots and one of the strongest shoe fetishes of any women I have known.

Still thinking I was the only man in the world that wanted to be trampled I didn’t say anything to Michelle about my feelings. As it turned out Michelle liked to make love with her heels on and a lot of times she would dig her heels into me when we made love, I thought at first she did by accident in the heat of the moment but after talking to her one night she told me that digging her heels into me as we made love gave her a feeling of power and it was a turn on for her. I told her about my wanting to be walked on and trampled and how it made me feel. From the day on I thought I was in heaven, Michelle trampled me with every pair of heels and boots she owned, and she was able to keep the shoes she modeled so there was always a supply of new heels for her to try out on me.

One of the games she liked to play she called “Shoe Store,” she would line up about 10 pairs of shoes and she would try each one out on me until she found the one she liked the best of the 10, then she would trample and stomp me for as long as she liked, sometime she would trample me for over 2 hours at a time. We lived together for about 1 ½ years then I got a job on the West coast and she didn’t want to move away from NY. Michelle and I remained friends for over 12 years and she would trample me when ever we were together, Michelle moved to Florida about 9 years ago and were not in contact much anymore.