Trampling


As you may be aware, where I live, in southern New England is one of several
national bastions of adult sexual conservatism. But who knows what goes on
behind closed doors? Perhaps my feelings and urges are too extreme for many
of my neighbors to know about or even understand. But I thought you might.
Seeing an attractive woman, well dressed in high heels drives me absolutely
bananas. When (or if) I see her stepping on something crunchy, my heart rate
soars! I have no idea why I have this insatiable appetite to be completely
under a woman, under her control, to be dominated and to be at her mercy.
She has such power, gentle yet so powerful and with much potential to destroy.
The occasional intense pain (and intense pleasure) of being trampled by a woman
are beyond description. The pressure pain, with its strong waves of
pleasure, resulting in the many scrapes, dents and bruises on my body are a welcome
and very much desired part of our relationship. I've experienced being walked on
and jumped on with shoes and bare feet on every part of my body, front and
back, including head and face. Sometimes three or four women have teamed up
on me, with one sitting on my head or face in various positions. For sure, I'm
a woman's foot worshiper and to some extent a woman's shoe admirer but a creep
I'm not. I'm not a voyeur but prefer (or insist on) the willing (and
hopefully eager) consent of my woman partner(s).
But what I cannot understand is the abusive manner in which many
"doms" relate to their "slaves" as scum or sub-human. In broad terms, I feel that
men are generally superior in body strength but the woman excels in virtually
everything else. I hold a huge amount of love and respect for women, their
seductive power and feet, but I am certainly not a slave, scum or dirt. I
would never submit myself to that humiliation and degradation. The fact that
I submit myself to a woman's beautiful and sensual feet does not mean that I
consider myself to be inferior to any other human being. Does the desire to
be walked on (by a woman) mean that I'm a doormat? Not by any measure. Perhaps
my relationship with my mother (and father) was not a good one (divorce and
physical abuse) but I still love women and think that they, as a gender
group, are the best of what life has to offer on a person to person basis. Though
these activities may be viewed as a form of weird punishment, I choose to
believe that its just part of an exotic, sensual and trusting relationship
where intense erotic pleasures are shared and exchanged in a trusting
setting.