FIRST HEEL AND TIRE CRUSH

When I was in sixth grade, I already had a well-developed crush fetish. My 
friend a I used to play in a parking lot near a large corporate office 
building. There were many young, sexy women coming out to their cars at 
quitting time around 5PM.
I clearly remember one particular woman. She wore very high heels. My guess 
would be that they were 5" to 6" high. She would walk to her car, swaying 
hips back and forth, like in the movies. She walked along a little path to 
get to her car parked in a satellite parking lot. I would watch in amazement 
as each heel crashed down on the soil and sank a little. She was the master 
over everything in her path! After she left, I inspected every heel hole and 
sole imprint closely to see what got crushed. Occasionally, she had stepped 
on a twig or leaf and snapped the twig without looking back. I decided I 
needed to see her step on something that is alive.
I went to the bait store and bought about 10 crickets and 10 snails. I took 
off the hind legs of the crickets so they couldn't jump away. I saw the lady 
walking this way so I dumped the crickets in the path. As she got closer, my 
heart raced. She was about ten feet from them when she spotted them as she 
approached. When she got there, I thought she would jump over or walk around 
them. Instead, she stopped, looked down, and started grinding them out one by 
one like a cigarette. I guess she figured that was her duty and that they 
were in her path and she wasn't going to let anything get in her way. When 
the crushing was complete, she looked up at me watching her. She winked and 
smiled as she turned to walk away. After she drove away, I went over to the 
war zone and looked closely at the destruction. Some creatures had gone under 
the spike heels and were partially pushed into the ground. I had to go and 
jerk-off somewhere. As the days went by, I dreamed of a way to feel the sting 
of those cruel heels on me, but as most fetishes know, the dream rarely 
becomes reality.
Everyday I watched her comings and goings and exactly where she parked her 
car. She consistently parked her car (A new sport Ford Mustang) in the same 
exact same space. I noticed a manhole cover in the parking lot near the 
driver's door of her car. The cover had a 1-1/2" in the center and a couple 
dozen 1" holes near the rim but about 3" from the edge. I located the large 
concrete drainpipe that apparently connected to that manhole. The pipe was 
open at both ends, so I felt safe to go in. My heart was racing as I heard 
her approach. She clicked onto the cover and I was startled suddenly see her 
standing just an inch from the hole. I could see up her dress as she was 
fumbling for her keys. She was wearing a short and loose pleated skirt that 
let a little light through. 
The insides of her soft but muscular thighs were softly illuminated, as were 
her pale pink panties. She seemed to be in a hurry and was fidgeting a lot. 
She brought her knees together often and her panties appeared to have a large 
and growing damp spot. I was wondering if I was going to get a golden shower! 
The pleasant aroma of her warm piss was intoxicating. It was sooo sexy to see 
up her muscular legs and me below her unknowingly.
As she got into her car, I slid two of my fingers up through the center hole 
in hopes she would run over them with her back tire, since her front tire was 
past it. She drove away and missed me completely. I could only feel a breeze 
as the wheel passed by. I was so frustrated and disappointed.  Several more 
times I tried but with no luck.
One day I noticed that she had parked a little farther back from the manhole 
cover this time. I decided to try a piece of cardboard across a portion of 
the cover. Again, I slid two of my fingers up through the center hole but 
under the cardboard. I could still view upward through any one of a dozen or 
so open holes near the edge of the cover. I now heard those clicking heels 
approaching. I was in position under ground. As she walked to her driver's 
door, she stepped on the cardboard. Instantly, I felt her right heel punch 
through the cardboard and directly onto my middle finger just below the 
knuckle. The heel must be living and knowing I was there. It couldn't have 
been more accurately place if it were deliberately and carefully planned. She 
was looking for her keys in her purse. As she was searching, she supported 
her purse with her left leg bent and much of her weight shift to her right 
heel. It hurt like hell but felt sooo damn good. I didn't want to jerk my 
finger away for fear of blowing my cover (so to speak). She started her car 
and my heart was pumping really fast, I didn't know what to expect. I heard 
the engine running and there was a long pause. Perhaps she was putting on 
make up or something. I heard the engine speed change and the click of the 
transmission engaging. Suddenly my fingers flattened. I was in such a shock 
trying to take the sudden but momentary pressure that I almost fell off the 
ladder that was in place access the manhole. As I was about to pull my 
fingers back, the back tire ran over them too!  The last two joints were 
squished. This surprised the hell out of me. I felt like moaning because my 
fingers were not level to the cover. The tires left distinct tire marks on 
both of my fingers. Both fingers felt so very warm. She didn't even know that 
she had run over me flattened my fingers. That aspect excited me too.
I told my parents that I had caught my fingers in the sprocket of my bicycle. 
I devised and perfected other ways for body part crushing, but it took a few 
more years to think up the ways. I've had my arms, hands, legs, feet, 
stomach, chest and yes even my head run over by SMALL cars driven by an 
attractive young women. I may be horny and kinky as hell, but I'm certainly 
not stupid!