written by Unknown author
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It’s Thanksgiving weekend in Canada and things are kind of chaotic at my friend’s house. The more I heard of her family’s plans for the weekend, and the more she talked about relatives coming to her house, I was afraid she wouldn’t trample me again for a while.
But she agreed to slip away with me into her room, under the guise that we were having a private talk, and quietly put on her new stilettos.
My friend walked all over my bare back in her spike heels. It hurt and stung and there were times were I felt I wasn’t going to be able to handle it. But we went on for about 10 minutes before I could take no more.
At one point she could hear her sister in the next room looking for her purse and called out to her. Of course she stopped walking and just stood in place while waiting for the response, letting her thin heels sink into my flesh. I felt so used and ignored at that moment.
Her shoes were bought just recently and as far as I know she had only worn them to school on a couple of “dress up” days. So the heels were still sharp. Sometimes if she lost her balance they would scrape my sides and leave red gouges. And the heels are oh so tiny – just the size of a pinky nail.
Afterwards, when I drove home, it stung my back when I leaned back in the seat. But I soon found myself getting turned on by the pain she had willingly inflicted upon me with her cruel heels. When I got home I pulled off my shirt to look at the damage in the mirror. Heel prints all over my back!! I was ecstatic. She really did a job on me.
I now understand what everyone says about the “trampling high”. Even though you think you can, you can never imagine what it’s like under heels until you’re actually there. You can get so worked up that you don’t notice the pain until later. My back is still sore and part of me is worried that I went too far. But then i realize that that was my first time, and that I’m not used to it and need to build up my tolerance.
The more I thought about it, that she actually walked on me with her sexy high heel shoes, it just blows my mind. Especially since she had worn them to school, walking around on the hallways, outside on the sidewalks, stepping on who knows what. I could see the soles were plenty dirty when she first put them on.
Thank god she’s so skinny (definitely less than 50 kg). But to be safe next time I think I’ll ask to have the heels for only a couple of minutes and flat heeled boots for the rest. I have to remember that I still have a ways to go, and shouldn’t jump in the deep end on the first couple tries just because of what I hear guys like Arthur Rugman or Ken are able to do. I have to build myself up to that point.
I remember when she first walked on my back barefoot how exciting that was. And then when she put on flat sandals, the excitement was greater, and grew each time the ante was upped – flat boots, block heels, stilettos. So that’s something – to revel in the progress.
As for her take on it, she said she felt like she was going to impale me with her stilettos but kept trampling me as if I were just the floor. I can tell she doesn’t hold anything back since I feel all her body weight through her heels just digging into my back as she walks on me.
I know she doesn’t want to send me to the hospital or anything. But I don’t think she really cares if it’s painful for me under her shoes or boots. Which makes our get togethers so much more exciting for me. She really seems indifferent about stepping on me. Like she couldn’t care less even though she knows it obviously hurts when she does it.
To illustrate this point, one day I asked her what she thinks about when she steps on me. Her response was “it sucks to be you” !
When she got off my back I got her to step on my fingers. She said kept expecting them to move under her (like the skin did on my back) and liked the solid footing. She stepped up on my fingers and just ground down on them with all her weight, twisting the pointy toes of her shoe back and forth. That kind of burned somewhat. But of course I loved it ! She then mildly stomped on them and even bounced a few times, leaving the ground a fraction of an inch. She has been uneasy about stepping on my fingers before, but yesterday she seemed to not be bothered by it at all. Almost having some fun maybe ?
In an exchange for our get togethers, I try to always give her something to her in return. I agree and do lots of favors for her, drive her around, tape shows, help her with her homework, etc. We have the kind of relationship where we just do nice things for each other. It’s just her favors for me are all S&M related. I sometimes wonder if maybe she also likes it on some level ? But when walking on me she’s so bland about it. I’m just not sure.