Wedding story trample 20 min read

I first met Lisa when I flew cross country for my cousin’s wedding.  She and I were both doing readings in the church for the wedding service so we had similar roles to perform. My first impression of her was that she was cute at about 5’3 tall (1.6 m). I couldn’t really get a read on her body since she wore several layers of loose fitting, casual clothes and sneakers to the church. Anyway I’m a big guy (6-5 ,  1.95 m) so to me, she just looked tiny and adorable.

Lisa got invited to the wedding since she worked at the same company as my cousin. They were work friends and he included several people from his office as part of the large guest list.

Lisa and I finished the rehearsal practice and the whole group of us went out for drinks afterwards. We sat beside each other at the group table and the two of us seemed to hit it off right away. At least she laughed at my dumb jokes, which was a promising start. So we both agreed to be each other’s date for the wedding. I wasn’t seeing anybody at the time and it was a relief to have a companion for the ceremony & reception.

Maybe Lisa felt the same way ? She did mention that she had a very difficult breakup recently and was kind of in a “man hating” phase right now. Which was just thrown out there as a one liner but seemed to hint at something deeper. But I let it go without comment and was just happy I had a date.

The wedding day came and I went over to her hotel to pick her up. I was amazed when I first laid eyes on her. She had transformed into a drop-dead gorgeous woman. Seriously, she cleaned up really well! Lisa had on a beautiful, skin tight dress that showing off her slim figure. Good things sometimes do come in small packages !

And to top it off, (which I found even more fetching) she was wearing a perfect pair of dark blue stilettos. Her shoes looked like they came from the 1960’s. Just a clean and beautiful pair of leather pumps. Maybe a 4 inch (10 cm) spike heel. They were so classic, I wouldn’t have been surprised to see Audrey Hepburn wearing something like that in one of her movies.

At the church she was extremely nervous before our reading. She was bouncing from foot to foot, constantly shifting her weight from one spike heeled shoe to the other. Which was kind of a nervous tick for her. But all I could think about was how I would love to be under those perfect high heels of hers right now.

Our portion of the church service was completed without a hitch and we were both very relieved to have not fouled anything up in front of the 300 guests. So with that pressure off we headed to the reception. We were now loose and in good spirits. We jumped in my rental car for the twenty minute drive to the party.

During the trip I commented her on how nice she looked today. I also told her “great shoes”. Lisa immediately gave me a “side eye” which made me think that I had tipped my hand about being a shoe perv. She said guys don’t normally notice girls shoes, much less comment on them. And a heavy silence pervaded the car.

Thank goodness I’m good at thinking on my feet. I instantly came up with a reasonable sounding lie (at least it seemed reasonable to me!). In a calm & matter-of-fact voice I said an old girlfriend had counseled me that girls spend a lot of time picking out their shoes. So if you see a friend wearing something that goes really well with her outfit, give her a compliment since she’ll really appreciate it.

That whopper of a fib seemed to deflate the whole situation immediately and I sensed that Lisa understand my statement implicitly. Like some kind of a “Girl World” thing. So she immediately put her sexy shoes right up on my dashboard (including the heels!) and started talking about them. I got so distracted that I almost drove the car off the road.

Lisa said that she had been in a sorority in college and had gotten used to wearing feminine outfits to the many social functions and formal occasions that she was required to attend. So now she actually enjoys wearing high heels and does so whenever she gets the chance. Which works for her since, as a junior CPA, there are a lot of formal client meetings where she wears business suits and heels just like these. And she gave her shoes a little pat.

She left her hands linger on her shoes for a bit as we drove. And then she just sort of started touching her perfect pointy toes of her leather pumps like she was caressing them.  I was getting really turned on by this !

Then she dropped her hands into her lap and started to lift one heel up while pushing down with the other toe. And doing the reverse with the other foot. Over and over again.  Kind of doing a practice dance step right on my dashboard. In spike heels ! I actually thought it was rude to put her dirty shoes on my rental car but I was LOVING her for it. I wanted to just stare at her shoes and happily drive the car into a ditch.

Sadly the moment ended and she put her shoes back down in the footwell. She began to talk about her job and how she always goes to Pilates class at the end of the day with many of her girlfriends from work. But the loss of that great scenery (her pumps) was both a disappointment and a relief for me at the same time.

We checked in the hotel that was connected to the wedding reception area. We had separate room reservations so I took her bags up and then dropped off mine. We met at the bar in the anteroom for cocktails about 10 minutes later, still dressed in our wedding outfits. With all of the tension of the day now gone for both of us, we started celebrating and drinking heavily.

A little while later we heard the band start up so we meandered into the main reception. I guess everybody else had the same idea as us (lots o’ drinking) so the dance floor filled up right away. As a tall guy I’m not too nimble on the dance floor. But given the copious amount of liquid courage I had ingested, I was feeling no embarrassment. So I thought I was putting John Travolta to shame with my great dance moves. My cute date seemed to like it OK since she was all smiles. But she was clearly a much better dancer than I ever would be. Lisa could easily swing her little hips around to the music like a show girl on Broadway. Between songs she told me she had various dance classes (ballet, tap & jazz) all through high school, which explained her grace & skill.

As the night went on we were drinking more and more. Even a big guy like me was starting to get hammered. So Lisa had to be at least fairly intoxicated at this point as well.

And I started noticing her occasionally stepping on my feet as we danced together. But not like in a drunken stumble. More like she would be dancing in perfect synchronization with the music and her foot would land on mine almost as if she had planned it that way. Which, of course, I didn’t mind at all. But given how coordinated she was on the dance floor, I found her behavior kind of surprising.

So eventually the drunk in me won out and I finally made a comment that she must like stepping on my feet. And then she replied in a way I totally wasn’t expecting.

She said “Maybe some men DESERVE to be stepped on” while looking straight up at me with that beautiful face of hers. Her hair was all dolled up. Great figure. Perfect dress. Perfect shoes. I mean, at that moment I was hers for the taking.

She then innocently looked up at me and said “What’s the matter? Am I hurting you ?” while making a mild pouty face. “Aren’t you supposed to be some big, strong guy ?”

I just blurted out “No, you haven’t hurt me. But don’t you worry, you’re way too little to hurt me.” Which was supposed to be a lighthearted compliment. But maybe in my drunken state I was perceiving something about her. In my experience, whenever I tell women they can’t hurt me (especially petite women), sometimes it gets them going to be a bit more aggressive.

But she looked totally serious and replied “So I haven’t hurt you yet. Well, that’s too bad. Maybe I should try a little harder”. All with a blank look on her face.

After saying that Lisa leaned forward and placed her spike heel right on my foot as she looked directly in my eyes. Then she stepped down on me with all her weight drilling down through that tiny heel. My poor foot !

But I just laughed and said “You are welcome to step on me all night if you want to.” I was just going for broke because liquor. I also saw an opportunity and wanted to see where it might lead.

She said “Well, maybe I want to. Maybe I’ll work out some frustrations on you.” And then she looked away and said nothing more about it.

Now I was really curious !?!

Throughout the rest of the night Lisa landed on my feet several more times during our dancing. And when we’d be talking or drinking between dances, she’d just blatantly step or stand on my foot like it was nothing. I mean, she wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. We’d be talking or laughing together and she would just step forward and land her high heel right on my foot. All without missing a beat in the conversation. It was like she was gauging just how much abuse I would take before I started complaining. How far could she could go with me ? But I didn’t say a word so that likely emboldened her even more.

She also dragged me over to the buffet table and to “try some of the finger foods”. Lisa picked up a morsel, examined it and then discretely dropped it onto the carpet. She whispered quietly “this is how I feel about men right now.” And she stepped onto the food and ground it into the floor under her perfect pump while using all her weight to really crush it down.

After that Lisa moved her shoe away to briefly survey the damage she had done. The exquisite food tidbits were completely destroyed and mashed into the carpet (that poor cleaning staff !).

And then Lisa  just calmly moved her shoe right back onto the mess and just stood on it while talking to me about whatever, all smiles. But she still gave the carpet goo an additional hard grind or two under the pointy toe of her pump. And once, she even did it using her stiletto heel while just grinning up at me !  This was all done in stealth mode so no one at the party would notice.

Given how wide open Lisa seemed to be about stepping on things, I thought this might be a night to remember !

When the festivities finally wound down, we said our good nights to the bride & groom and went up to our rooms. In the elevator, Lisa looked at me and said “So, are you just all talk ? Or will you be a substitute for my rotten ex tonight ? Let these heels give him some payback through you ?”

I was still trying to cover up my pervy nature so I said “Sure. You can walk all over me if that would help. It will be like a relaxing massage.” Lisa laughed out loud and said “Oh, it won’t be.” with a somewhat ominous tone.

I got back to my room and took my suit off. I put on a t-shirt and some sweatpants that I planned to wear to bed. And I went down the hall to her room. Lisa had already slipped into a pair of skinny jeans that looked awesome on her slim figure. And kept those beautiful pumps on that she had been dancing in all night. Which were now multi-flavored thanks to all the food she had stepped on.

We had a bottle of champagne in the room and I poured a glass for both of us. She said “Are you ready for my “payback” massage?” I coolly asked her where she wanted me to be. She told me to lay face up near the dresser.  Then said she was going to keep her heels on. Not asking me but TELLING me. I said “Yes, they will feel good”. She laughed and said “Don’t be so sure about that” and stepped right up onto my stomach.

In her drunken state it took her a moment to get her balance. During that time, her heels dug in hard as she wobbled about on me.

When Lisa finally stood up straight she asked me how that felt. I told her it felt great and very relaxing. By her reaction I don’t think that was the answer she was looking for. So she started marching in place, making sure to dig in her heels as much as possible.

As she was doing this she look down at me and saw I was getting excited as a tent formed around my crotch. She gave an evil smile and asked me if I were secretly enjoying this. She told me she had a lot of anger towards her ex-boyfriend who had been abusive towards her. So she wanted to work through that as a catharsis. She then made the statement “I can step anywhere, right?”. I assured her she was not heavy enough to do any damage.

She then turned and planted her right heel squarely down on my crotch. I let out a moan so she quickly asked me if that hurt too much. I really appreciated that she didn’t want to injure me. But I told her it felt absolutely fantastic. Lisa then moved her other foot over there as well and began twisting both feet down onto my now completely stiff package.

She seemed to be getting a little wound up during this. And the more animated she got, the harder she twisted down on my manhood. Lisa them started rock back and forth on her toes and heels. When she would rock back on her heels she would usually catch one of my balls with her spiked heel. Even though she was slight of build, those tiny heels really had a bite to them.

One time her spike heel caught my left nut sack directly and I jumped a bit from the pain. She laughed and said “See, I CAN hurt you” with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Lisa then walked up my body and stood on my chest & looked straight down at me.

She then held one pump just over my face as if she was going to step on it. I gladly stuck my tongue out to lick her shoe. She pulled it back and asked if I was trying to lick her shoe. At this point, both of our intentions were crystal clear as to our kinkiness so I responded with an honest “yes”. She smiled and responded with a fairly snotty sounding comment “Good”. Then she pushed the sole of her shoes onto my mouth and told me to lick them clean. I could see all the residue from the crushed food mashed into her leather soles. That she had danced on and walked all around with all night. It was so wonderfully disgusting.

After I licked the sole under her pointy toe, she aimed her heel at me and told me to clean that with my mouth as well. I was so happy to do it. The only problem was that my chest was really starting to burn at this point with her standing there on one foot in the same spots for several minutes. Even a tiny woman like her can be oh so painful when all that weight is  crushing down on a single stiletto heel.

After covering her shoe sole with saliva Lisa wiped her shoe off on my hair. I thought how utterly degrading her action was. And I loved it.

Then Lisa brought her right foot back to my chest and had me clean the other one. I was in heaven.

Next Lisa stepped full weight on the side of my face. She was leaning forward so her heels were in the air. Just stood there with all her body weight right on my head for a minute or two.

During this time she would move around a bit and come down with her heel and touch my ear. Lisa then got off and turned my head with the pointy toe of her pump and stepped on the other side of my face. From this orientation her tiny heels were just past my nose and eyes. They looked like daggers to me.

She started twisting on my face and got very excited. It hurt a bit but also was a huge turn on. It was as if Lisa was doing a dance move on my face with those filthy shoes. She twisted on my face for a while and closed her eyes while she was doing it. She was breathing hard and I could tell she was having a powerful emotional reaction to this – grinding her shoe down on my face.

She then went between my legs and stepped on with one foot right onto my  balls.  Next she stretched out her thin leg and put her other shoe right in the middle of my face hard, crushing my nose and grinding down on me at the same time. I felt totally dominated by her at that moment.

Lisa then stuck the toe of her pump right in my mouth and told me to lick her shoe again. While I happily started lapping away on the sole of her pump, Lisa said in the most condescending manner “You are so disgusting”. And I absolutely knew she meant it.

At this time my balls were also really getting some abuse from the spike heel of her other pump. It was like I was being stabbed with a screwdriver and it was being pushed in with a lot of force. Lisa was crushing down with all the weight her tiny body could muster. She even started bouncing, which made it so much worse for my nuts. She was actually getting somewhat close to injuring me right then. And she didn’t seem to care at all. Lisa was touching her breasts while I was licking her shoe soles. She seemed to be getting off on her complete domination of me. And I, of course, was almost ready to explode in my pants. Luckily she stepped away before I could.

At this time all of our clothes came off except for her spike heels. She had a great naked body — obviously all those Pilates sessions had worked.

She then began stepping on my cock and balls. At this point there was nothing between her gorgeous high heels and my manhood. This situation seemed to get Lisa really worked up. So she actually started stomping around on my exposed chest and stomach. Really giving it to me with her heels. When I was getting close to asking her to stop (because it hurt!) she stepped off. Lisa got some protection and them mounted herself on top of me. And we had some great sex right there on the floor which seemed to be a relief for both of us.

But even then the high heel punishment didn’t stop then. While riding me during sex she made a point to dig her spike heels hard into my thighs as much as she could as she climaxed. Leaving some very interesting marks on my legs the next day.

About 20 minutes later we were lying naked on the bed in cuddle mode. Just the normal post-coitus stuff. And Lisa snuggled right up to me and began to softly touch my exposed chest and torso. I was covered in dozens of red high heel marks from her pumps. Little half square, half moon marks everywhere from her heels. A number of them were just gouges in my skin which would take a couple of weeks to heal completely. Lisa said nothing, just quietly looked at the marks and let her fingers gently explore some of the deeper wounds. She seemed to be cataloging all the damage she had done to me with her heels. That went on for a while. Not a word was said by either of us. Soon after we both fell into a deep sleep.

When we left the next morning she was wearing her skinny jeans and stilettos again. Lisa had her heels in my lap for the entire trip back. As I drove along she dug and twisted her heels into my thighs while she talked about her lousy ex-boyfriend and some of the unpleasant things he did to her – mostly emotional abuse but also some physical stuff as well. And sometimes she’d even mildly stomp on my leg to emphasize one of her points. I was enjoying it on one hand but was also felt tremendously sad for Lisa that she had to endure such horrible behavior from a total jerk.

When I finally dropped her off at her place, in a flirty manner she stuck both of her shoes up to my face in order for me to kiss them and thank them for stepping on me last night. While I was laughing and doing so, she said in a serious tone she appreciated my cooperation in letting her get rid of some rage the previous evening. As a big guy, she knew I could take whatever she could dish out. Lisa said last night was helpful in the healing process of moving past her abusive boyfriend.

And just like that, I was driving away.  Back to the airport for my flight home.

As the miles rolled by, I was left to ponder the good & the bad of the previous night. Surely an evening to remember with a lot of fun trample activity. As a shoe perv – it could not have gone much better. A hot young girl had given me a fierce trampling in a pair of perfect spike heels.

But I had a lot of mixed feelings as well. Was it the right thing to indulge my fetish with a woman who was obviously working through some very tough personal issues ? I mean we were consenting adults and all. But Lisa was obviously vulnerable at that moment and I happily encouraged some very mean and destructive behavior on her part. Was this just a one time thing for Lisa to get it out of her system ? Or had I helped create a monster, one who enjoyed the brutal control & punishment of men ??  I’m not completely sure what the answer was . . .