Under My Feet (true story) 6 min read

I had a true experience recently that I would like to share.

I was in a slightly grumpy mood the other day, probably from sitting too much and spending too much time on the Internet 😉 Around 10 p.m., I was in the kitchen looking for something good to eat, when my husband – my “subby hubby,” Hiro – got home from work. I mentioned that I was feeling cranky, and he told me that I should do something physical to reduce stress … now there was an idea!

“Sounds like a plan,” I told him with a smile as I took his hand and pulled him out of the chair. I led him to the bedroom and told him “Take off your clothes.” I unrolled our squishing mat, put a couple of towels on it (you’ll find out why soon), and removed my shoes and socks.

Hiro, now utterly naked, lay on his back on the mat and clasped his hands behind his head. I surprised him by stepping into a pair of high heeled pumps, my blue ones with *extremely* sharp, street-worn 2 ½ -inch heels which have some exposed metal on the bottoms. This pair is the most difficult for him to take because of the way the soles distribute my weight; due to their shape, the heels bear down with a lot of pressure.

Resting my hand on the wall for support, I stepped crosswise onto his bare belly with my right foot and then quickly stepped up with the other across his chest, pausing to find my balance and then letting my wicked heel tips sink deeply into his side. Then I bounced a few times, and began to walk up and down his bare torso, stepping carefully but quickly over his taut body.

I walked up to his chest and stood with my soles flattening his nipples, my heels digging painfully into his ribs, and then I turned around and walked back down onto his stomach, making sure that my heel tip poked his navel as I walked over him. I repeated this several times, then I turned and stood on his lower stomach with both feet facing forward. I did a little swaying dance on his tummy, smiling and laughing at him as he struggled to keep his abs tight for me.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling the living, breathing rug being crushed beneath my high-heeled pumps. I knew that I was in absolute control over him, and that I had to remain in absolute control over myself as well. Thinking of the trust he had placed in me made me feel calm and peaceful, that all was right in the world, my human rug in his rightful place serving me and sacrificing his pride for me, and I in my rightful place standing on a human being.

I kept my place for a minute or so, then opened my eyes and looked down at Hiro’s poor bare tummy being crushed mercilessly under my 115 lb (52 kg). I winked at him and began to walk slowly up and down his stomach and chest, stopping to press my heel tip firmly into his bellybutton every time I passed.

After a while, I stepped off his stomach and admired the sexy heel marks I had left behind. Laughing, I placed my heel in his navel and gradually increased the pressure. Once I had sunk in as far as I dared, I wiggled my foot gently back and forth, knowing that he was feeling a sharp, intense, electric sensation on the very edge between pleasure and pain.

I saw that his Mr. Happy was ready to explode, but I wanted to prolong the experience. I told him to turn over so I could walk on his back. He happily complied, and I stepped up onto his lower back carefully and bounced on him, my heels digging hard into his lumbar muscles. “Think of it as acupuncture,” I giggled, as I began to stroll up and down his back slowly and without much care, as if I were walking on the sidewalk. His back was a very stable platform compared to his squishy stomach, so I was able to relax and walk casually, enjoying the view as I laughed at the grown man laid out helplessly under me as I stepped all over him. I know that he felt degraded as I trod on his bare skin with my shoes on … shoes with dirty, street-worn soles, shoes with painful high heels, shoes that I used to walk on floors and rugs.

After many minutes of trampling my hubby, I stepped off and told him to get on his back again. He quickly rolled over and offered himself to me, arms and legs spread wide. I stood next to him and pressed my foot on his stomach, then raised it and stomped on him, gently at first, then as he tightened his abs, not so gently. I finished with a couple of uncharacteristically hard stomps to release the last of my aggressions, but his smile indicated that he was enjoying it as much as I was.

Finally, I placed the flat of my shoe sole lightly against the underside of his Mr. Happy, pressing it against his lower belly and began to circle my foot in place. I teased him by allowing my dangerous heel tip to teasingly graze his perineum a few times as I trampled his erection underfoot. As I played with him and kept him on the edge of climax, I told him that the only way he should ever be allowed to come is under my feet. He simply replied, “I agree!”

I decided it was time for him to receive the payoff. After Hiro had placed a wadded paper towel around the head of his penis, I pressed my dirty sole firmly onto its underside and rocked it quickly back and forth. It only took a few seconds of this for him to come.

I stood on his penis as he spurted and spurted and spurted huge globs of white cream, which soaked into his paper towel and dripped off onto the towels protecting the mat below. He moaned with pleasure as I gently worked his now-fading erection, milking all remaining semen out of him.

He lay back, drained and sore and happy. I placed the sole of my other shoe on his lips and asked him to show me his gratitude for allowing him to come. I smiled as he kissed and licked my dirty sole for several minutes, feeling myself becoming extremely turned on. Finally I stepped off him and laid down beside him, and we made out until I too had my release 🙂 We both went to bed feeling peaceful and relaxed, and amazingly, he told me he wasn’t even sore the next day!

Love and squishing!