Trampled by my teacher 9 min read

The writer remembers being trampled by a young female teacher

written by atyourfeet
original source of the story was Unknown source

It was my senior year of high school, and Ms. M had been a fantasy for the last three years. She literally was a Greek Goddess.

She stood about 5′ 5″ tall and weighed about 115 lbs. She had dark hair, brown eyes, a smile that was so bright that a blind man could see it. She had beautifully tanned skin and because she attended aerobics classes on a regular basis she had the most incredible legs I had seen on a beautiful woman. What I admired most about this lady was the fact that while the rest of the female population of the world was converting to wearing chunkier lower heeled shoes, she stayed true to her 3-3 1/2 spike heels.

Ms. M often wore a very sexy pair of 3″ patent leather pumps which had become my most favorite pair that she owned. It so happened that the day my fantasy came true she just happened to be wearing that same pair of shoes. That day she was also wearing a beautiful black leather skirt and a white blouse with a very light pair of black silk stockings. I remember it like it was yesterday… here are my recollections of what happened that day.

At that time I was 18 years old, and Ms. M was in her late 20’s.

It was lunchtime, approx. 11:45 a.m. I needed some help on an essay that I was working on so I went to see Ms. M in her classroom. She was expecting me as I had previously made these arrangements for help from her the day before. When I got there, I knocked on the door and she signaled me to come in but the door was locked so she had to get up from her desk to come and open the door. When she stood up I saw what she was wearing as I was watching her come to the door through the door’s small window. My heart started to beat immediately.

Ms. M knew that I loved her legs because I used to jokingly say things like “great legs”, “sexy shoes”, “You’re so beautiful that it would be an honor to lie down at your feet and let you walk all over me.”… and I am pretty sure she knew I had a crush on her for the last couple of years. However, she always laughed at me when I said stuff like that. I closed the door behind me and as I followed her to her desk I couldn’t help but stare at her legs and feet. When she turned around she noticed me staring and she asked: “Do I have a run in my stocking?”

I didn’t know what to say and I started to blush really bad. She started laughing and said “You really are silly. Come on over here and let’s see what we can do about your essay.”

Well, you can imagine how difficult it was for me to concentrate on my essay, but I managed to make it through it. When we were finished she said, “Take the outline the way we structured it and tomorrow if you bring me a rough draft we will go over it together.” I thanked her and told her I appreciated her help.

All along I kept thinking to myself that I have to do something because I would probably never be in the same situation again. So, as I stood up from the chair I bit my lip and said, “Ms. M do you think that you could stand on my back and try to make it crack because it is really stiff just below my shoulder blades?”

I figured she would just brush it off and tell me to stop being so silly, but instead, she asked: “Wouldn’t I hurt if I did that?” My jaw dropped, and I replied: “No, I have had people stand on my back before.”

With that, she told me to go and lock the door and she walked to a part of the room where if anyone came by and looked in they wouldn’t be able to see us. When I got over to the wall that she was standing by she asked me how I wanted her to do this. So I explained to her that when I lay down I wanted her to step up onto my back by stepping over my head so that she could keep each on either side of my spine. I didn’t tell her to remove her shoes just to see what she would do. So when I lay down she stepped around to the front of me and I was staring right at the toes of her beautiful 3″ patent spikes.

My mind envisioned watching her lift each encased foot onto my back but no sooner did I imagine that, that she stepped out of each shoe as she stepped up on my back. Her stockinged feet were so warm and she felt so perfect the way she was walking up and down my back. However, my back wasn’t cracking… so when she asked me how it felt I told her that she wasn’t heavy enough to crack it but it felt like a message of some sort nonetheless.

As she stepped off she apologized for not being able to do any better. I said that it was ok… then I thought to myself don’t be stupid, say while you’re still lying down on the floor by her feet. So as she stepped around the front of me to slip her shoes back on I said, “If you want you could try with your heels on. Maybe the pressure from the heels will make a difference.”

Her response was “I just don’t want to hurt you.” I replied, “Don’t worry, it takes a lot more than that to hurt me!”

With that she stepped up onto my back, I never felt anything so beautiful. It hurt as her heels sunk into my back, but yet the pain was so beautiful. I could tell she was nervous about this as she was holding herself up by the wall. She kept asking me if I was ok, and I told her that I was fine. Finally, I told her that my back did crack and she stepped off.

When she got off of me I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to move, I had a hard-on the size of Florida. She was standing by my head and she said I can’t believe that didn’t hurt. I stuck to my guns and told her that it didn’t. I then told her that I could take her weight in heels no matter where she stepped on me. She started to chuckle and told me that I better go now. I rolled over on to my back and I resorted to the last thing I could…..begging. “Please Ms. M, I am already lying at your feet. Just this once, I have dreamed of something like this for the last three years since I met you.

She looked down at me and finally said “JUST THIS ONCE!!!” With that, she stepped up on to my chest. I told her to use me like her sidewalk, to just go ahead and walk all over me. She walked over my chest, my stomach (this really hurt, but she couldn’t see my face), then my lower abdomen where she tried to avoid my obvious hard-on, and then on to my thighs. When she reached my thighs she turned around to start walking back up my front again and as she stepped on to my lower abdomen again she was trying to avoid that obvious bulge in my pants again. I spoke up and said, “Don’t worry about it step on him too.”

She seemed to like this idea so she placed the sole of her shoe on my cock and started grinding her foot as if my cock was a cigarette. I then spoke up again and told her that she could use the spike heel of her shoe. It was obvious that her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

I could tell by the look on her face as she tried to position her heel on my cock that she was liking this. She was having some difficulty placing her heel because my blue jeans were getting in the way, so she stepped off of me and said: “I can’t believe I am doing this. Hurry up and take him out so I can see what I am stepping on!”

As I hurriedly started undoing my belt and my pants she walked to the door to double check if it was locked. Then she came back over to where I was lying fully exposed. She stepped back up on to my stomach and lower abdomen and lifted her right foot. It was obvious that I was going to last long, so as she was rubbing my cock with the sole of her shoe I told her that when she was going to step on him with the spike heel of her shoe to not be afraid and just step down on him. With that, she lifted her foot, placed the heel on the middle of the shaft and asked me if I was ready.

Her eyes were as wide, as wide as mine with anticipation and as soon as I said yes she placed a lot of her weight down on the heel of her shoe. There was a quick rush of pain that felt so incredible. All of a sudden I said, “Take it off, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!”

As she lifted her foot I went to grab my cock to stroke my cock out but she kicked my hand away and continued massaging it with the sole of her shoe until I was completely spent. She couldn’t believe how much I came as she saw it squirting out from under her shoe all over my stomach. When it was done squirting out she stepped more weight on the ball of her foot and looked at me with an evil grin and said “I hope you enjoyed because this is the first and the last time that this will happen. Consider this an early graduation present from me.”

She reminded me not to ever mention this to anyone and I asked the same of her. As she stepped off of me all I could do was just lie there, I couldn’t believe what just happened. She went to her desk and got a box of kleenex and came over and cleaned up my mess off of my belly and my cock. When she was done I pulled my pants back up and I sat on my knees.

She was kind of laughing because she couldn’t believe what had just happened. Before I stood up to my feet I leaned forward towards her feet and I kissed each patent leather encased foot. I stood up, she gave me a hug and I got my stuff together and left.

After that day I always looked forward to Ms. M’s class and I made an extra effort to succeed in her class. Every now and then I still think about her and that lunch period.

Thanks, Ms. M for everything, I will never forget you.

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