Mr. Trample Fantasy
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🕑 Added 2022-01-17 22:45:45 +0000 UTCMy wife is very good about my trample fetish and tramples me regularly when she comes home from work with her high heels. She also loves to wipe her feet all over my face just after she takes them out of her shoes. She has the most aromatic smelling feet I have ever smelled.
As my wife and I were taking our midnight walk we decided to change our normal routine of walking up to the university and back. We decided to take and alternate route that would take us through the park. We normally didn't like to take this route because it was not that well lit but we were feeling adventurous. As we were walking along the path we passed quite a few couples out on their nightly walks as well. In the darkness ahead I noticed that there was a bridge that we had to cross to get over a small ditch that was in the way of the path.
I mentioned to her that it would be great to stick my fingers between the wood in the bridge and feel the weight of women that walked over them. She said to me that I should go under and she would step on my fingers. As there were other people around I felt kind of silly but she egged me on to go under after they left. The bridge itself was not to big and had a double deck, one was nine or ten or so inches below the main deck-just enough for me to squeeze in between if I turned my head sideways. I stuck my fingers through where my wife was standing and she pretended to walk across and stepped directly on them. My fingers bent forward and I felt her weight stepping across. It felt okay but I didn't get the normal feeling you get when a woman is about to step on you. She stepped on me a little more but because she was wearing running shoes the crush on my fingers was not that severe.
I came up from under the bridge and we continued on our walk. I told her how I didn't get the normal feeling I get when I don't know what she is going to do to me underfoot. She said that I should come back tomorrow with her and get under the bridge and let other women walk on me. I told her that I wouldn't want to have men step on me though. She said that she would take care of it and we walked home and made love.
Saturday morning came and she went out shopping like she usually does for groceries and other things. When she came back she had the grocery bags and a few other ones from different stores. She unpacked the groceries and told me to go the living room because she had a surprise for me. I went and she came in with a bag with a parcel in it. She opened it and told me that I was going to get the trample of a lifetime. I could not believe what I saw. It was a remote radio transmitter with an earpiece. She said that I was worried about getting stepped on by men so she was going to warn me over the transmitter. I could not believe it and started to get turned on. I got on the ground and she rubbed her feet all over my face for the next half hour or so.
That night we brought the radio equipment and went on our walk. We came to the bridge and there was two women standing on the bridge and talking. My wife stopped me and said to sneak up from the side while she waited on the bench to get under the bridge. I snuck in between the decks and positioned myself near the women. I put my fingers up through the wooden bridge and waited. Nothing happened for a good five minutes but it was already an incredible turn-on to be “trapped” directly beneath where the women were standing. I could hear that they were talking about how one of the woman suspected her boyfriend of cheating on her.
My head was turned sideways so that it would fit underneath, and all of a sudden I could feel the weight of one (or both) of the women flexing the board directly above my head down, crushing it beneath. I couldn’t move my head at all. I moved my fingers closer then I heard my wife in the earpiece receiver. She started to talk dirty to me and I sort of forgot about the women until I felt a tremendous crush on the end of my pinky finger. This lady must have been wearing some type of hard dress shoe because I was in pain. I tried to pull my fingers down but I couldn't move them. She just stood on it. I could feel her shifting her weight and then I felt the worst crush I had ever experienced in my life up until that point. She tilted her sole up and positioned all of her weight on her heel. She started twisting her heel on my finger and I almost screamed out. Then I felt her other foot step back onto my other three fingers as she tilted up onto both shoes. She continued to tilt her shoes up on her heels and then back flat on the ground. This went on for about 6-7 minutes. The weight was not as bad as it was on my pinky but it hurt a lot. I lost the feeling in my pinky and slowly lost the feeling in the area on my finger where she was standing. My wife told me later that she could see her tilting up and down on her heels while leaning up against the guard rail and wondered if I had my fingers under her hard-soled shoes. I then felt nothing as they walked away.
I pulled my fingers through the wood slats and looked at how deformed they were. No one else was around and my wife came onto the bridge and asked if I was okay. I got out from under the bridge and told her that I never felt that much pain in my entire life. She told me that I still owed her and told me to get back in the bridge. She said she was going to sit on the bench near the bridge again and told me to listen in the earpiece. I was still in so much pain that I took my time. I stuck fingers from both hands through and I heard her say that there was a couple coming up and that the girl was on the right side. I moved to that side, heard them go over the bridge, and felt nothing as they passed. Another couple came by and she told me to move the left side. I didn't feel anything as they walked by though. This continued for over an hour and I didn't get even the touch of a foot. I came out from under the bridge and we went home. I told her on the way home that I didn't even get a bite of shoe.
The next day in the afternoon we were talking and I saw her get that look on her face that I usually see when she is going to trample me. She went into the garage and came back with a duffle bag full of things. I was really starting to wonder what she was up to. I asked her but she wouldn't tell me. We had dinner and started our walk as it was getting dark. She had a duffle bag with some things in it but she would not tell me what was in there. I got in between the decks and she noticed that there was no one around. She started to saw a circle out of the bridge with my jig saw. I grabbed the wood as it fell through. She then told me to stick my face through the hole. I looked at her with concern and worry. She told me that if I didn't or if I chickened out at any time, I would never smell her feet again. I stuck it through and it was a snug fit. The area between the decks where the hole was located was a tight fit for me--I felt trapped and helpless. The hole required me to be positioned right in the middle of the long boards so that they would flex the most as they were walked on. My penis was right underneath these boards, and as it grew hard, it was an extremely tight fit; I would bear most of the weight of any of the woman that stepped on the board with my penis. My face stood above the hole perhaps half an inch.
She went on top and stepped on my face for a bit. She must have heard people coming because she leaned back rather quickly. She told me not to move because there were women coming. I waited and got the feeling that you get when you are going to get trampled unknowingly. I waited as the women came over. One of the women was wearing running shoes and the other was wearing flats. The woman in flats brushed my nose with her heel as they passed over. I started to have that feeling again. They passed by and my wife told me to move. She asked me if anyone was coming. I didn't hear anyone, and told her that no one was coming. She handed me a piece of 2 x 6 wood probably 16 inches long and told me to screw it into the underside of the top deck. I put the piece of wood from the bridge back in place and swung the 2 x 6 piece of wood under it to hold the bridge wood in place. She climbed up on top of the bridge and tested it to see if it would hold her weight. It did and she came back down. She got the radio transmitters out of her bag and I placed the earpiece in my ear. She packed up the tools and told me to have fun.
