First Steps By Ground View

Since everyone likes these first events described, I thought I will share with you my first experiences.

This is also another first, this is the first time I am posting to the web, and to this board, even though I have been on the last two "Rugman" posting boards. This board looks more inviting since it's now truly moderated. OK enough fore play her goes!

When I was about eleven, I used to play doctor with three older girls (aged twelve and thirteen) from around the corner. They always wanted me to be the patient, but then this one time I thought I could get the girls to use their feet on me, since I always had a fascination about women's heeled shoes. I now remember we played the Doctor game whenever the girls mom's went grocery shopping.

The usual game was to make believe I was on an operating table, but really I was laying on the ground in their empty car garage with just an old pink blanket on their cold damp cement floor. The girls always wanted the garage door closed when we played the game. Now I realize that they also just wanted to poke around in my pants and explore.

This time I told the girls to treat me as hostile patent. I wanted them to hold me down with their feet. But they just wanted to hold my hands. But I told them to use their feet, so that when the patent was operated on, they could also act as the nurses and help the surgeon by handing the different toy instruments to the other girl.

But they still did not want to use their feet? I told them that it was going to be easier on their backs if they just stood up straight.

I said to them: "Just stand with one foot on each of my hands to hold me down!"

Finally we started, the girls then calmly stepped down with their last years, worn dress shoes. The girls little heels on each of down turned my hand backs. Soon they started to forget they were grinding their heels on me.

Then after just a few minutes, the two girls started really digging in their heels on my left and right hands, as if my hands were just rolls of cloth.

I remember I was laying between each of them in a very comfortable spread eagle position.

My two playmates were standing on both sides of me with their young girls heels and narrow tapered soles completely resting on my hands. Then they both quickly knelt down in a squat on either side of me.

Their heels were then raised as the rest of their shoe's sole was now flatly squeezing against the top of my hand top and knuckles.

I starred at the back of their bent soles, as their pointed toes wedged immovably into my hand for my playmates total body support. I remember that their bear white skinned knees over hanged my face and chest. I became very hot as I watched as one of the girls black patent leather shoe's sculptured triangular shaped heel waiver over my hand and wrist.

Then she leaned back on her foot. Her foot then lowered and it then dug it's metal edged tap covered heel deeply down on top of my flattened hand. At the same time the sole of her shoe was mashing solidly across my fingers. As you can imagine the pain was severe. As that was going on then I turned my head around and then looked to the other side of to see my other playmates old white Sunday dress shoes.

Her white shoe's had some yellowing from age and had black heel marks on the sides of her scuffed up rough low heels. She was rocking her body through her feet, back and forth on my right hand. I loved the way her little ankles looked. She had on white lace top socks, with pink eyelet’s holes. Her over hanging knee was close to my face and had the sharp odor of summer play time sweat.

I watched her shoe, as her little off-white black bottomed heel dug deeply into the top of my tender right hand. I was enjoying the throbbing pain of both girl's feet on my hands, then suddenly, the girls mother called from the kitchen window at the back of the house.

She had come home, unseen by us. The girls quickly stopped the pretend operation, suddenly peeling their shoes heels from my swollen hands and told me to pull up my pants. I then jumped very quickly to my feet.

We all then quickly sneaked out of the garage.

Once outside, in the sunlight, I looked at my hands. They had deep red and blue outlines made by the girls narrow heels. The girls then asked me, after seeing my hands, if they hurt? I said that it did not hurt to much. But in reality they hurt very much. They then asked me why I wanted them to do that to me.

I told them, I wanted to see how it felt. They said if you wanted to, that we'll do it again some other time when their mom was away, but it never happened!

If you liked the this, please tell me, I have more experiences that I can post.

by GroundView