The worst high heel trampling 10 min read

It was the end of a hot day in Summer. I went back home after a day of work and was wondering if my girlfriend would be ok to give me a trample session. We started doing some sessions not long ago and I was not yet really comfortable to ask her about it, but I know she had fun when doing it and she liked having me at her feet. I was surprised when entering the flat as she was not there yet. She usually comes back at least one hour before me. I changed clothes then eased myself and started watching a game on TV. Not long after, I heard the keys in the door and she entered. Dressed to kill with a white blouse, black skirt and opened toed block-heeled sandals. Her blond hair was falling in a mess on her shoulders. I quickly noticed that something was wrong, as her angel face had an annoyed air. I got up and went to her for a quick kiss then asked “Hard day honey ?”. “…the least we can say” she replied throwing away her bag then sitting on the couch to try to relax.

I sat down beside her and listened to her telling her day. Some assholes
kept disturbing her all day to ask stupid things and her boss gave her an awful report to do, which had to be ready for the end of this day…

She was pissed off and really needed to relax. I knew she would prefer being alone for a moment to do what she wanted to, but I took my chance: “I know how you can ease yourself, baby.” She hardly looked at me as she grabbed the remote to change the channel. I went on my knees then
started to untie her shoes, then removed them. I took her left foot and
started to slowly massage it. She looked at me, stretched her leg then let her head fall and said, “Oh yeah, thank you, my dear…” I massaged both her bare feet then asked her how she felt. “Really better now, you’re a sweetheart”.

“It’s not over… You need to completely let the stream off now.” I said while getting up. She examined me as I left the room. I came back with the gym mat in one hand and a pair of her boots in the other. It was her knee high heeled black boots. The heels were not very high but sharp. She had already trampled me with these but not for long and she liked it as she said it was easier for her to remain on my body without falling with these shoes. She stared at me as I dropped down the mat in the frame of the door and she smiled as I approached her with the boots. I knelt down and she immediately stretched her legs, one after the other so that I could put the boots on her feet. I then stood up and she stood up right after me; she looked to be impatient. I walked to the mat, she was right behind me and I could hear her heels slamming on the floor. What a wonderful sound… I removed my shirt then lied on the mat on my back.

Without hesitation, she put one foot on my belly then stood on it with
both feet. Her heels dug into my flesh as she moved a little to get in a
good position. She used the frame of the door to keep balance. “I got a
little fatter these days honey, can you feel it ?” With this, she leaned
on her heels and the pain got to be awesome. “Not really,” I answered, “the
same thing for me…” “You’re so strong…” she said ironically. She started
walking on the spot for two or three minutes then she put all her
weight on the sole of the boots then suddenly leaned on the heels. She did this many times and I got concentrated to endure it. The pleasure I had being under her was overtaking the pain.

After that, she got off then stood each foot on one of my thighs. She then proceeded to walk over my body as if I was some kind of bridge. She took full weight steps from my belly to my upper chest, got off, then walk over me again. She went back and there 8 times, then the 9th she stopped on my upper chest and started walking on it. Her 145 pounds were crushing my ribs and her heels stabbing me with no mercy… The pain was intense but this was heaven. While doing this, she was looking at me in the eyes, not even smiling but I felt she enjoyed it and was really relaxing by trampling me. I surely have a trampling fetish but I was almost sure that she loved inflicting pain… And the way she felt my body tense under her, the way my breathing intensified when being under her heels… she just loved this. After a while, she stopped walking, leaned on the heels then heavily ground them on my ribs. She planted her heels then moved them from left to right. The pain was electrifying and I unconsciously waved my arms in the air. She released me then did it again, smiling at me. I concentrated to prevent a scream from going out then grabbed her ankle. “Enough honey?” she asked as she stopped grounding the heels but still let them sink into me. I took a
breath, “No…go on sweety, I’m yours. I just love to touch your boots…” That was wrong. The growing pain made me catch her feet to stop them from crushing me… It was just a reflex that I couldn’t refrain.

She lifted her feet one after the other to place her heels a little lower
on my ribcage then started again grounding them. I made my best to take
it and smile to her.

After 3 minutes of this, the place where her heels were planted was hurting
me like hell and I couldn’t bear it anymore. I needed her to move
the heels somewhere else. So, I tried or in fact feigned to lift one
of her feet with my hand. She froze and looked at me, her eyes were asking
why I was doing this.

Without thinking much, I pulled her ankle and then led her feet to my head. Big mistake, as she put all her weight on the foot resting on my chest, while the other was in the air, and the heel pressed even harder on me. I moaned a little as I drove her feet to rest on my head, the sole on my forehead and the heel on my chin. The heel was just high enough for her not to crush my nose. “Hum…OK!” she said. With that, she started to ground her foot on my head, at first lightly then with more and more weight as she noticed that I didn’t complain. It was a great pleasure again and the pain inflicted by
the other heel on my ribs seemed to decrease. She played with my head
some time then push on the side so that her heel was on my cheek. “Is it
too much if I step on your head ? Will, it burst or not?” I heard her
laughing. She then changed the position of her feet to put the sole of
the boot in the middle of my head turned on the side. I realized that she was not joking.

“Honey, please don’t…” “Don’t what? You are my Iron man, aren’t you ?”
she told in a laugh. “Sure… but this will hurt much… I don’t know if… please my love, you can do whatever you want but I don’t know if…”

She cut: “That’s what I’m doing, everything I want and I love you for letting
me do this to you. I do love to see how strong you are and what you accept to take from me…” This made my last defense fall… I didn’t want to disappoint her. “OK…OK…” I just said. “Good boy,” she said with enthusiasm.

Then I felt her sole pressed heavily on my skull as she walked on it to get off. “See… no problem…” as she put again one foot on my head and stepped on it to stand on my chest, her head looking to my legs.

She planted her heels not far from my throat and the pain was overwhelming. I moaned noisily and she began walking on the spot again,
crushing on heels on my upper chest. She then advanced to my belly and turned around on it to face me then came back on my ribs. The pain was irradiating all my chest and I couldn’t take more but I was unable to ask her to stop. She was so beautiful and I loved her dominant behavior.

I would have died at her feet instead of saying something.

She suddenly lifted her right boot and led it right above my head. She froze and threatened me with her heel. Without thinking I kissed the sole of her boot… one time, two times, three times… “Oh yeah…Good idea…” She said as she leaned on the heel planted on my chest. I endured the pain and asked “Would you like me to lick your boots, honey? Would like to see me doing this ?” “Great…” she answered. “You know these are clean, as I didn’t wear them outside the house yet. But They need to be cleaned, do the job, honey!” I started licking with passion. She stared at me doing it and had fun moving her foot to have all the surface get done.

She then gave me the other foot and I did the same to it. Then she had enough of me licking and she rested both feet on my chest. After all this time, I think my ribs would start collapsing under her.

She just stood there and stared at me with a smile on her face. She looked satisfied and I loved her look. Suddenly she grabbed the frame of the door and told me “I advise you to contract your muscles right now…”

With this I felt the pressure she applied on me grow quickly, she then took
off and landed heavily on me. Her heels slammed into my ribcage and
I moaned in pain. “I knew you could take it..” she said. She jumped about
t 10 more times one me… After the last, I grabbed both her ankles. I
was tensed to the max and out of breath. She stayed there one minute
looking at me under her, trying to recover then she got off. I was
really exhausted and my chest was hurting like hell. I didn’t move. She
squat and her funny air changed as she watched the marks she did on my
body with her heels. “My God… I pushed it too far…” She was shocked
with what she had done. She move her hand along the marks to see how
deep they were. “I’m so sorry dear, why didn’t you tell me… I drive
you to the hospital or something…”

“No, it’s OK my love,” I moaned. “I will recover, I’m OK…Just…tired”.
“You should have told me…” she said. “Not to worry… I appreciated
this, you know. I love to be at the feet at my princess…”

She smiled. “I’m heavy… and those heels… I didn’t realize… You’re crazy !” “Maybe… But now you’re relaxed… so am I !” “Did I tell that I loved you?” she said. She then got up and helped me to stand up…

I never experienced a harder trampling with high heels.