Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 9 min read

A few days later, I stopped by to see Ida-Lisa, who was alone in the store. She looked less annoyed than the last time I’d seen her. She was unpacking some things, so I could watch her in peace. I liked it when she dropped an empty bag on the floor and accidentally stepped on it. “This is where the bags should be,” I said, my voice tinged with longing. “What kind of person are you?” Ida-Lisa asked as she turned around, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Hi, my name is Ove,” I said, glancing at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “Oh, really?” Ida-Lisa replied. “I’m going to work as a walkway mat from now on,” I said, casting another glance at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I didn’t order anything like that, but lie down in front of, or rather, behind, the checkout counter, and I’ll give it a try.” I walked over and lay down. I had barely settled in when the first customer walked in. Ida-Lisa walked toward me with a welcoming smile for the customer, who didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. She just picked out what she wanted and lined it up at the register. Standing gently on me, Ida-Lisa talked with her. They then stood there chatting about nothing for a while. I enjoyed being flattened under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I know you’ve started working out, but I didn’t realize it would affect your height,” said the customer, who happened to be the known hairdresser, amused. She leaned over the counter and looked down at me as I lay there, smiling at her. “You’re such a dodgeball, lying there,” she said with a playful wink in my direction. “Yeah, I’m lying here enjoying myself under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops.”

Ida-Lisa showed me a video where a guy was lying flat on his stomach, while a girl was standing in the middle of his back. The girl counted down and took a small jump. The guy bent his arms, so they were at a ninety-degree angle next to him. The girl landed on him a millisecond later. She took another jump, causing him to rise into a kneeling position. On her third jump, the guy straightened his arms. The girl counted down again before another jump, while the guy rose with his legs bent, after which the girl landed again. The girl counted to three and jumped again, so the guy rose a little further. He was then standing bent forward with the girl in the middle of his bent back. The girl counted again, and the boy was able to straighten up a little more. She counted again, and this time she was able to place her feet on his shoulders while he stood completely straight. The girl then did a backward somersault onto the ground and landed on her feet. “I want to try that on you,” Ida-Lisa said cheerfully. “Sure, you don’t weigh any more than a fly, but I don’t know if I can handle it,” I replied, my heart pounding. Despite my doubts, I lay down, and Ida-Lisa trampled up on top of me. It felt different under her feet, and I realized she was wearing her fabric shoes with flip-flop soles. She stood on my lower back and counted down. She took a little jump, though her feet barely left my back. Already during Ida-Lisa’s approach movement, I was pressed against the floor under her feet, which squeezed the air out of me. I still lost my breath when she jumped and pressed down on me under her increasing weight. She didn’t care, though, and took another, higher jump. I managed to rise a few millimeters before she crashed down on me again. I thought my spine was going to break when Ida-Lisa crashed down on me. Ida-Lisa lost her balance and stomped hard on my butt, so that my genitals were pressed hard and brutally against the floor. I yelped as Ida-Lisa regained her balance. Clear? she asked and took a new approach. She jumped even higher, and I managed to raise my arms to cushion her landing. She counted and took another leap, so I could get up a bit into a kneeling position, but I couldn’t hold myself up and collapsed onto the floor. It really hurt when Ida-Lisa crashed down on my back. She just adjusted her position and counted down again. This time I managed to get up on my knees while Ida-Lisa wobbled on one leg. She managed to keep her balance and counted again. I got up just enough to support her weight. It was really exhausting to have her 50-kilo body standing on my arched back. Ida-Lisa counted again and took a little hop, so she ended up in a better position. I was able to straighten my back, which reduced the strain slightly, before she counted again and landed on my shoulder blades. Then she just hopped off me while I breathed a sigh of relief. I collapsed onto the floor on my back. With a big smile, Ida-Lisa climbed onto my stomach. “Let’s do it again on the front side,” she joked while I struggled with the pain and tried to get some fresh air under her shoes as they gently stepped on me. I did miss the six rubber nubs that held the soles in place on her feet, though; otherwise, it felt like lying under a regular pair of flip-flops. I’d started to get used to lying under her flip-flops, and these shoes were just as comfortable to be flattened under. As usual, Ida-Lisa placed a foot on my genitals and made sure my underwear wasn’t dry in the crotch. She giggled, just as amused that I couldn’t hold back. We’d never had regular sex; instead, she always pulled away from me once she’d made sure, I’d ejaculated everything I had. “God, it feels so good to be lying under your feet in these shoes, even though I prefer your regular flip-flops,” I said contentedly. Giggling, Ida-Lisa began to gently walk back and forth all over my body, and I enjoyed it with all my heart. I felt completely flattened when she stepped off me. I got up and gave her a hug before retreating to my workshop, where I watched the movie, she’d shown me over and over again. My muscles protested for once that I had been under the sexy chick’s feet. It took me a moment to understand that gravity had done its thing, so her weight increased every time she crashed down on me.

I had received the paint, the T-shirt, and two pairs new flip-flops in sizes 36 and 37. To avoid ruining the new T-shirt, I had also torn up an old sheet. Ida-Lisa and I tried different ways to get good imprints of the soles on the fabric. We discovered that the easiest way was to use a paintbrush to gently dampen the outer edges of the pattern with paint and then press the soles against the T-shirt. Ida-Lisa then stood on the sandals so the print would be complete. It was very delicate to get the amount of paint just right, so we had to be very sparing, without being too stingy, though. Once we thought we’d found a good method, we moved on to the first T-shirt and got some really good prints on it. We printed four prints on the front and four on the back. We then wanted to wash the garment to see how washing would affect the color.

Ida-Lisa was apparently a little worried about what she’d done to me, even though I felt fine after getting a couple of days’ rest. I was really looking forward to lying under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops and enjoying myself. However, I was fully occupied with work, so I couldn’t get away for a few hours. My longing didn’t lessen when I saw Ida-Lisa come out and climb the stairs outside my window to throw something away. She looked in through the window and gave me a thumb-up. I gave her one back to show that I was totally fine. I couldn’t help but chuckle when Ida-Lisa showed me both soles of her flip-flops through the window. Laughing, I blew a kiss to the teasing chick. When I was done with my work several hours later, I strolled over to Ida-Lisa, who wasn’t visible in the store. There was a lot of commotion coming from the loading dock, so I figured she was receiving a delivery. A customer came in and picked out a few items, and I helped Ida-Lisa by charging for them. I looked through the magazine rack and saw that one of them came with a pair of flip-flops with every magazine. To fit everyone and no one, they were one size fits all. When Ida-Lisa saw that I was in the store, she quickly swapped her own flip-flops for a pair from the magazine. She then pointed down at the floor behind the counter. I had just gotten down when a customer walked in, so with an amused smile, Ida-Lisa climbed on top of me. The pair of flip-flops that came with the magazine were made of the same material as Ida-Lisa’s. Since they were new, they were a little stiffer with a slightly sharper pattern. They were way too big for Ida-Lisa, so it felt strange when she stood on me. It didn’t get any better when she stumbled so her foot crashed down on my poor sex. I couldn’t resist, I moaned in pain, but I don’t think the customer heard it. Ida-Lisa then stepped around on me to feel how the new pair of flip-flops behaved. ”Damn I want you naked under these flip-flops, ”Ida-Lisa said with a giggle. ”Not here in the store, but come by me later, ”I answered. ”No, I want you naked now, because I want to see the traces of these flip-flops on your skin” Ida-Lisa said. Ida-Lisa had a rug lying in a small scrub. I went into it and undressed. Ida-Lisa turned off the light in there and groped after me. “How are you supposed to be able to see the imprints of these flip-flops if you turn off the lights? ”I asked amusedly. “Shut up,” she said and I could imagine that she was smiling there in the dark. I felt how Ida-Lisa trampled around on my pleasurable body. Even though these flip-flops were sharper in pattern, they were comfortable to lie under. Ida-Lisa got tired of stepping around on me and got off me. I got up and put on my t-shirt and went out to Ida-Lisa, who looked at me inquiringly. ”God in the sea what I love when you stand on my pleasurable body, ”I said. ”Yes, it’s fun to flatten you, ”said Ida-Lisa with a big smile.