Trampling Recollections 2

What happens when you have someone in your life who you really want to be trampled by but don't know how or don't dare to ask?

Back for another deep dive into a session that @britslave5 had, or rather - his trampling experiences with someone he took a chance on and it worked out in his favour.

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This is the true story of when someone I’d wanted to trample me for seven years finally did it. 

I first met George in 2007 when I started working at the same company as him and we got on well. He then became my boss a year later when I moved into his department and we worked like that for three years, getting closer in that time. He left in 2011 but we stayed friends and ended up working together a bit again in 2014 when all this finally happened. 

In those seven years I’d often fantasised about him standing on me and had had a few close calls. One time I lay down on the office floor pretending my back hurt and he pretended to stomp on me. He had no idea how excited that made me even though he didn’t actually touch me. Another time he put his foot on top of mine and started tapping on top of it. He smiled at me when he did it but we never talked about it. I thought over all those years and the amount of close calls and times I ‘accidentally’ touched his foot with mine, he must have known what was going on.

When I did eventually tell him after seven years of knowing him, he said he had no clue. That night I told him was a big moment for me. It’s the first time - actually the only time - I have told anyone about this. He remains the only person who knows me as Britslave and as my real name. I’d chickened out of telling him a couple of times but this time we were round his house and watching football and I found the courage. I did it under the pretence I needed to tell someone this secret that was eating away at me (I’m straight but enjoy being trampled by men). But really I told him because I wanted him to stand on me.

He was great about it. He’s gay and has his own kinks so understood. Trampling wasn’t one of them though and even though I asked him to stand on me that night, he said he didn’t want to. It went about six weeks until it came up again. And then the following happened. I hope you enjoy.

I winced as the hard sole of George's shoe scraped across my face. "Let's give you a shave shall we?" And he rubbed even harder, laughing all the while. I just laid there taking it, smiling. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. His shoe slipped past my face and his heel went into mouth, more by accident than anything else. "Ooh yeah bite it," I did as I was told. He used his heel to turn my face upward and then stuck it in again. Moving it around. "Kiss it," I did and then I licked it. "Oh yeah lick it that's good."

He held his feet a fraction above my lips and I licked the hard sole. The shoes were brown business shoes I had first seen about a year ago and were beautiful. George was wearing a dark suit and I looked up to catch his eye and saw the widest grin on his face. He was really enjoying himself. About two months before, I had told him I liked being trampled, but nothing had happened. Then tonight we had got drunk together and I just chanced it, saying we could either have one more beer in the pub or he could have one at mine while enjoying a human footrest. It took a bit of persuading - he said he didn't need a human footrest and I told him everyone needs one, they just don't know it - but once he said yes he was well up for it. "Bite...lick...kiss..." He was enjoying the power.

He put both feet back on my chest and rubbed up and down. He had been a bit tentative at first but after a bit of patting his feet up and down and rubbing he had begun to enjoy himself. I think even more when I undid my shirt to reveal a bare chest and he could see the marks he was making. 

"You want to try a bit in socks?" I asked in a brief respite when his feet were still. "Well I'm not going to take my shoes off am I?" He was in a real dominant mood now. I smiled and unlaced the shoe furthest from me, slipping it off his foot to reveal some back socks with blue bits on the toes and heels. The foot looked incredible and felt even more incredible when it touched my stomach. I did the same with the other one and as soon as the shoe was off he started rubbing again. Only a few seconds later he was pushing the toes of his left foot past my lips and into my mouth. "Suck it...now bite it." The socks tasted fantastic, dry and a bit rough but fantastic and I could feel the outline of his toes with my tongue. The socks didn't smell, which I was pleased about as I like them clean. I was nothing to him now.

He rubbed my face hard and then rested on my chest again. "Do you want to try standing?" He hadn't done this yet and it was what I really wanted. He didn't respond but just got up. Putting his left foot to my side but keeping his right on my stomach. And then it happened, all his weight went on to that right foot and it felt awesome. The left shuffled on to chest - you know the way people that haven't trampled before are really unsure, they sort of hop on - toes pointing towards my face. This was incredible.

"Am I heavy?" He grinned. I must have let out a little noise. He wasn't heavy. I don't really think of it like that when someone is standing on me, it just feels like heaven. "No, you're just right," he grinned but was losing his balance, bending over to grab a chair nearby before falling off. He turned straight around though and again put his right foot on my stomach. "You'll have to hold my hands for balance," he told me, so that's what I did and he stood full weight again. Dreamland. He tried to shuffle around a bit but struggled and got off after 30 seconds or so. I was so happy he had stood on me, seven years of fantasising and it had actually happened. 

"Here, try it on my back, that's normally easier," I said as I rolled over. He stood on me without hesitation, full weight again. It was easier and he moved around more, cracking my back a few times, but he didn't stay on very long. I think because he struggled with balance he didn't like it too much. He sat down and kicked me, "Roll over." I did as I was told and he began vigorously rubbing my chest and stomach with his socks again, a huge smile over his face. "Can you tell what my favourite part is?" He grinned as he padded his feet up and down. He continued like that for a little while, a couple of times lifting himself up so most his weight was on his feet. I did nothing but lay there and smile, letting him use me as he wanted. 

I moved one of his shoes as it was blocking my view of the football on the telly and he grabbed it off me, leaned over me, and stuck it in my mouth quite viciously, laughing as he pushed it in further until it was wedged in and he could let go, leaving it sticking up out of my mouth. This was all his doing, I hadn't had to prompt him at all. He took it out and started smacking my stomach with it, harder and harder, enjoying the marks it made. I had to stop him, I couldn't have bruises showing for the next few days. He laughed again and put the shoe down on my stomach. I shuffled myself forward slightly so he could play with my face with both of his feet. I figured he was enjoying himself so much I could get him to do anything. 

He knew what I wanted without me saying anything and put both feet on my face, still smiling. He rubbed back and forward and stuck his feet in my mouth again. At one point, he had his right foot on my neck and chin, keeping my head in place, and then started pushing the toes of his left foot in to my mouth. "Take it.." he kept pushing.. "Take it..." he pushed more, "More.." All five socked toes were in my mouth now, I was amazed my mouth could stretch so wide. He just laughed again and wriggled his toes, eventually taking them out and then pushing my face away from him so he could rest his feet on the side of my head. 

He rubbed again and then lifted his right foot up.. "Tell me who's got possession." I was a bit confused. "I can't see." He lightly kicked my head. "Tell me who's got possession." "Err.. Ivory Coast?" "No". His right foot smacked down on my head and he padded up and down with both feet, hard. Awesome. He stopped and asked again. "Who is in possession?" "Greece?" He laughed, "No." and again my head was treated to a kicking. This continued for another three or four times, surprisingly I got the answer wrong each time. George just laughed and treated me rougher and rougher. Eventually he stopped. All this had been fun but I wanted more trampling. 

I got up. "Come with me a minute," I said. "Why, where are we going?" I just waved for him to follow me as I left the lounge and went into the kitchen, lying face up on the floor next to the breakfast bar. Here he could trample me and use the bar to keep his balance. He followed me in and smiled, looking at my bare chest and just shrugged, standing on me almost right away. This was incredible, his full weight was on me again and this time he was standing up straight and I had an incredible view up his tight body. He had thought before he wouldn't like trampling someone, that he was too submissive himself, but he was proving that completely wrong here. He was more comfortable trampling now he could hold on to something and he decided to have some fun, bouncing around a little bit as he walked up and down on my stomach, occasionally on to my chest. I remember one bit where he trampled round in a circle on my stomach, got to the end of the circle and then went: "Shall I go round again? Yeah." And off he went again, pounding my stomach with my both feet. This was glorious.

He got off then as if to finish, but the second time he went around, I felt the edge of his foot touch the top of my dick, which was rather excited in my trousers. So, I pointed to it and said: "You can stand there if you want?" I was scared this might be too much but again he just smiled, put his right foot lightly on my dick and gleefully said: "Ok". Without a second thought he put all his weight across my dick with his right foot and then the left on my stomach and trampled on the spot for about a minute and then went round in a circle again, with my dick at the centre. He liked this bit. He managed to get both feet on my dick, bounced up and down a bit and then jumped off. "I said you can stand on it not jump on it." I joked.

"Ha. Right I've got to go." Nooooooo - I couldn't let him leave, he hadn't stood on my head yet. I had got him to get a cushion from the sofa a bit earlier so he could do this. "Just do a bit on my back," I rolled over and he was on me full weight again pretty quickly, he didn't take much convincing to stay. He trampled hard again, on my bum, lower back and upper back, with his toes sometimes on my neck. The weight was still incredible. "Stand on my head." I said. "On your head?" I nodded and he started moving up my back. When I had mentioned head trampling before he had looked at me like I had a death wish, now he was keen to try it. His socked left foot came down on my head and he lifted all his weight on to it for a second to see if I could take it. Heaven. And when I didn't moan he brought his right foot up to rest alongside it and his complete 80kg was on my head. Now there is nothing better in the world than someone standing on your head in socks. Nothing at all. The feel as the weight transfers through the foot and you feel it mould around your head and spread a bit is heavenly. I had George standing on my head. Dreams really do come true. The weight was heavy, but a nice heavy. 

Having your head stood on doesn't hurt as much as people think it does. After about 10 seconds he became so confident he even shifted his weight a bit, sort of bouncing, and then got off after another 10. "Right, I have to go." "One more thing..." he laughed as I turned over. "Put one foot here," I said pointing at my cock, "and another here," pointing at my head that I turned sideways. "Ok and then I am going," he kept saying he had to go but it was too easy to get him to keep trampling me. He wanted more. His right foot smacked down across my cock and squished it as his left came down on my head. What a pose! Just unbelievable. I liked this but I decided to be even bolder. I lifted his left foot up and turned my face upward, then slowly bringing the foot down to rest over my nose and face. An incredible view and an incredible sensation. He didn't hold back and keep most his weight on my cock like I thought he might, but let half of it go over my face. I will remember that view for the rest of my life. 

"Right, that's really it. Get up and walk me to the train," he got off and went into the lounge to put his shoes on. I just laid there, almost in shock and what had happened. "You better be getting up.." he shouted, I stayed silent and laid there. I heard him stand up and his shoes make a noise as he walked across the wooden floor to the kitchen. "You're supposed to be getting up but fine, you know where I want to stand don't you?" There was absolutely no pressure from me here, but he walked into the kitchen and promptly stood full weight across my cock with his shoes on. Now these shoes were hard shoes, but they were awesome. He trampled my stomach and my chest and it was incredible to see them force my ribcage down, with the bit under the ball of the foot and the heel the only things transferring his weight on to me. He faced away from me at one point and put his right foot down the length of my cock so the heel was on my head and the ball over my balls. "You don't want me to stand like this do you?" I didn't say anything. "Ok then," and he laughed a dominant laugh as his full weight went on that foot and squashed my balls good, making me let out a little cry.

He tried to say it was time to go again then but I turned over and said: "Just do my back." He laughed but did this too, standing on my upper legs and back. He was being a little more vicious this time, kicking my bum and stamping on it a few times. The shoes hurt a bit more as the weight was less evenly spread and I made more noises from the pain. "Are you sure this isn't hurting?" He asked as he marched on my lower back, I shook my head but let out a few more noises. "Those noises suggest it is.." "It's fine". There was one more thing I wanted and I pointed to my head. "You want me to stand on your head in these?" I nodded. I had never before had full weight dress shoes on my head and this was an incredible opportunity. He shuffled up my back and put his right foot on my head, the heel was on my ear and I could feel it digging in. He struggled to find space for the other foot but eventually did and I had his full weight on me in dress shoes. It was tough I won't lie. I could feel the heel digging in to me but I took it for a good 10 seconds before he got off (the next day I had a slight cut to the top of my ear and a lump just above it). 

"Right, time to go. You coming?" I reluctantly agreed and got up, doing my shirt up and leaving for the train station with him. "You enjoy that?" I asked. "Yeah it wasn't weird like I thought, it was quite fun and I enjoyed myself. First time I have done that so another experience." "And that's all it is to me to really, fun. I just enjoy it." He paused before answering and smiled: "The bit I stood on suggested it was more than fun..." I smiled back. "Yeah well I have been wanting you to do that for a while." "Fair enough." I had basically just told him I had thought about him trampling me for ages and it got me hard and he took it all in his stride. He's awesome. "That's the first time I have had shoes full weight on my head too, that was cool." "That's the only bit I didn't really like, standing on your head," he said. 

He liked the rest though. And with that I saw him to the train and went home to celebrate an incredible night. My dreams had all become true. In the immediate aftermath of that experience he stood on me briefly again the next day. We worked together and went back to his for lunch where he made me suck his sock toe on his building's rooftop garden and then stood on me in the same shoes again. After that it was a good six months until we did it again. We had been in the pub and he had stubbornly refused to talk about the trampling, as if he was trying to forget it had happened. But once we left I looked at the shoes he was wearing and said: "I haven't seen them before. They new?" They were the type of shoes you might wear on a boat. "What? Oh no I have had them ages, you must have seen them." "Trust me I haven't," he laughed at that. "Oh yeah I forgot your fascination." 

We talked about other stuff then when we got to the train station the platform was empty and there were five minutes until his train. "More than enough time for you to have come to mine and trampled me," I joked. "No, it's wet," he laughed. That really didn't bother me. "Ah it's fine. I am having to resist the urge just to lie down here and now though." He smiled. "You can't do that, CCTV will see and the people over there and there," there weren't any people nearby and the others were only sporadic. He continued to smile though. "I mean if you were to be lying down I would probably stand on you." I grinned and lay down by a rail so he could hold on. He shook his head and walked over, giving me an awesome view. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight fitting yellow top. Without hesitation he stood on to my stomach and chest and I let out another "oomph". "Am I heavy?" he laughed as he began to trample around, the shoes feeling incredibly soft and nice. I just laid there, took it, and smiled. 

Since then he’s continued to trample me. Must have been 50+ times now and he looks forward to it as much as I do. We’ve done it on a train, on the pavement, in an office and in a phone box. My head has become his favourite part to play with. He’ll stand on it without asking and keep testing me there. He once turned up in pair of Nikes and told me he’d bought them with me in mind knowing I’d like them. I did. Very much. He’s great and I’m really thankful for all he does for me.

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Thanks to Britslave for telling this story and providing a picture of George trampling his head. Stay tuned for a TrampleTalk with Britslave coming soon!