written by Unknown author
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I have enjoyed watching women trample things since I was a kid. When I was around 12, I had a neighborhood friend named Nikki who was a bit of a tomboy. She was cute but was also a little tough . I remember that she liked to step on things like crickets bugs and snails. She would crush them then hold her foot up so we could see the fate of the unfortunate creature.
I don’t know exactly when it was exactly but I eventually realized that I wished my fingers could be under her feet. She was an unpredictable girl from a broken family. She had a sadistic streak that surfaced from time to time. I remember going to her house one day and she was taunting her younger brother. Her brother was really pissed and took a swing at her and missed, then fell down. Without even breaking stride, she walked across the room, stepped on his back and left.
After seeing that, all I could think of was trying to find a way to get her to step on me. My father was putting up a garage and the thing was pretty much a cement slab and a roof with no walls. We were hanging out in the unfinished garage one evening and since there were no chairs or anything, she was squatting while I was sitting next to her. She was wearing flats but her heels were raised as she squatted there so I figured now’s my chance. I slipped my fingers under her heel and then waited. She rocked back and forth slightly, balancing on her toes. Then she stood up and her heel came down on my fingers. She twisted her foot and stepped off my fingers. What a feeling! The crush and twisting of my fingers had me thrilled!
The next night she came over we hung out in the unfinished garage again. This time she had on some young girl high heels. The type with about a 2.5″ spike kitten heel. As she walked on things that were soft, like a piece of board insulation, she left holes the size of her heels. Again, she squatted down on a sheet of this insulation board. I slid my hand under the edge of the board under where her heel was and we just talked. I was really distracted by the thought of her heel coming down on my hand. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she stood up and her heel went through the board and pressed squarely on the tip of my index finger. She stood there for only a few seconds, but the pain was unbelievable!.
I winced and she asked what was wrong. I just said that I had a cramp in my back. She said lay down and she would massage it for me. I laid down on my front and she started massaging my back. Then she stopped for a few seconds. I asked what was up and as I did, I felt the wind almost knocked out of me as she stepped squarely on the center of my back and proceeded to massage my back by trampling on it! At first I was shocked, but I just laid there and as time went on, I realized it was quite a turn on. She trampled me for about 15 minutes then jumped off me.
I was laying there totally mesmerized by the experience. I was about to get up when I felt her foot on my back again. But it felt different. Then I realized she was wearing her shoes. The high heels! She was on her toes, but before I could say a thing, she eased her weight back on those thin heels. That really hurt and caused me wince. She pranced on my back in those shoes for a couple minutes then jumped off of me. It was an experience I will never forget. She really seamed to enjoy it and I had several other opportunities to be trampled by her.