This is a story of a fetish before I knew the meaning of the word.
It's a submissive fetish that includes women's' feet and butt and the exotic
sensation of a woman's' full body weight on my body. The fetish began when I
was about ten years old. It began when several girls agreed to sit or stand
on my stomach. The passion developed to include full-weight head and face
sitting in all positions, forward, reverse and sideways. There was no removal of
clothing, not even shoes.

I often fantasize of what it would be like to be six inches tall and placed
in the pocket of a girl's jacket and be sat upon for hours, placed inside of a
woman's shoe and worn for a day...or even under her high heel. Another dream
is to have up to fifteen woman sit and stand on my body at the same time.
Two standing on each arm, three standing on each leg, one standing on my crotch,
one standing on my stomach, one standing on my lower chest, one standing on
my upper chest and one either standing or sitting on my face. Now that's 2,100
pounds of human female heaven based on an estimated conservative average
weight of 140 pounds each! WOW!

I once worked in an old house that was converted to an office. The floors
were in poor condition. The wood flooring in the area where the secretary sat at
her desk was especially bad. There were several openings in the floor
ranging from 1/4 to 1/2 inch wide and 1 to 2 inches long. So as not to catch her
heels in these holes, I suggested that at least the larger of these holes be
filled in somehow. I suggested that this filler material needed a lot of pressure
to properly set and that her heels or the casters of her chair would probably
work just fine. I went downstairs and made a finger condom of masking tape
as a disguise. I then poked my covered finger up through the largest hole. I
could view up her legs and panties through several of the other holes. What
a view! The secretary saw the "finger" protruding up through the
floor, kicked it into place, aligning it with the remainder of the splintered opening in
the floor. Several times she gently but firmly stepped on it for about a minute
with the sole of her shoe. When she observed that the "finger"
still was not sufficiently squished in place, she placed the heel of her shoe on it,
rotating with all of her transferred weight to that heel for at least five
minutes. Several times she used the casters of her chair to "tame the
finger" for even longer periods of time. Extasy!

A while later, at the same workplace, I would often be visited during lunch
break by a very pretty girl from accounting. We often talked about her
boyfriend and what they had done the previous evening ... more than I wanted
to know. She had the most beautiful body (legs too) of any girl I had the
nervous pleasure of being near. I knew where she would like to sit as we
talked. Before her arrival, I placed my jacket on the swival chair with my
lunch wrapped inside. Once I even placed a Crunch candy bar on the floor under on of the casters.
Both my lunch and the candy was squashed. She leaned over and saw the candy
bar and remarked "sure is crunched now". Wonderful! Exitedly, I
later ate my squashed lunch...and candy. I once asked for her assistance in testing a
device for resistance to compression pressure. Without here ability to
observe exactly what I was doing, I placed my fingers one at a time (instead of the
device) under her high heel and asked her to apply all of her weight to that
heel. It felt so good as she slowly rocked back and rotated on that heel!
Suprisingly, she said it felt good to her also! Perhaps she knew?

I still fanasize of my face being stepped on, barefoot and in high heels.

I love to worship womens' feet and the exotic power that they represent.