written by Max
original source of the story was Mr Rugman's Board
A woman friend of mine kindly agreed to trample on me. She did so very carefully on the first few occasions although she did wear a variety of shoes and boots with moderate heels. She is quite a small woman weighing some 120 lbs and although I am not large, I am reasonably fit and strong, so it was quite a mild, though very pleasant sensation.
One day, she was treading on me with hard-soled court shoes with a flattish heel, wearing a medium-length skirt. I asked her to jump on me. She was hesitant at first, but after some persuasion, she turned to the wall to support herself, jumped into the air a little, and landed on my chest with a bump. She looked at me to see if I was OK. I smiled reassuringly at her and asked her to do it harder. She gave me a strange, little smile and asked me how hard? I replied that she could jump on me as hard as she liked.
She stood on my chest, smiling down at me. She asked me if I was sure. I smiled back, nodding. She turned to the wall and flexed her knees a little, then turned her head to look at me. I felt very excited. “As hard as I like?” she asked again, quietly, smiling. I just nodded.
Suddenly, she dipped low, then sprang high into the air. She raised her knees at the height of her jump. As she dropped, she drove both feet down onto my chest with every bit of force she could muster. She landed right over my heart. The impact was tremendous. For a moment, I was unable to draw breath. I knew she was strong, but until that moment, I had no idea of how forcefully she was capable of jumping.
She stepped from me, smiling. “Was that hard enough?” All I could do was to nod. She was amused.
Whenever she jumped on me after that, she always did so full-force, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes on my chest, usually in flattish-soled shoes or boots. She told me that she always jumped as hard as she possibly could. When I asked her why, she replied, “What’s the point in doing it any other way.” She liked to bruise me as much as she could, concentrating on my chest. She imagined she was trampling an elderly husband with a heart condition, tantilising him as he died from pleasure. I felt as if I were dying from pleasure myself.
I have been trampled by other women before and since these experiences, but never with such force or passion.
Max 