My best crushing experience Saturday, 21-Mar-98 22:48:55

Message: 208.11.185.4 writes:

I have been into crushing and trample for as long as I can remember. Though I've had the oppourtunity to have been trampled on numerous occasions, my witness to watching a woman crushing things has been few and far between. However, I witnessed one instance about 12 years ago which I will never ever forget.

I worked for a large supermarket in Brooklyn, NY when I was in high school. There was another employee there named Kathleen who was about the same age as me (17 or 18). Kathleen seemed to enjoy stepping on things, particularly food. One of the things we had to do when the store was closed was to put away the "orphan items" These were things which customers took off the shelves and for what ever reason decided not to buy them, leaving them where ever. Orpahn Items were a pain in tha ass because there were so many of them at the end of the day. But, if an item was damaged it simply when to the damage cart, a much easier procedure. Well, Kathleen did not like putting orpahn items back so many times she would simply damage an item by stepping on it. I used to love wathcing her drop a loaf of bread on the floor or a box of cookies and step on it. It happened pratically every night she worked. I also noticed if she was walking down an isle and saw an item on the floor she would go out of her way to step on it. I never told her about my crush fetish but I always made it a point to team up with her so I could watch her step on things.

One night at closing I was taking trash out through the store room and I saw a mouse stuck in one of the glue traps in the corner of the store room. It was still alive but it wasant going anywhere. Kathleen was a few feet away so I called her over and showed it to her. She walked over and prodded the mouse with the toe of her shoe. She was wearing blue jeans, black flats and no socks. When she prodded it she jokingly said, "I should step on him." I immediately became excited and blurted back, "I dare you." Still toying with the mouse She said "I can't my shoe will get stuck in the glue." I grabbed the corner of the glue trap and flipped it over so the glue part and the mouse was facing the floor. Then I looked at Kathleen and said "Ok, Now I dare you." She playfully rested her foot on the back of the trap and stopped. She looked at me and said "Really?" I said "Yeah, I bet you don't do it". She smiled at me and said "You lose" Then she looked down and began to press the ball of her foot down on the trap. The mouse started squeaking but the sound was soon replaced with the slow crackling noise of his bones crushing. Kathleen pressed slowly and steady until her heel was up in the air. I could see her foot come out of her shoe as she applied the pressure. When she was done she just kept her position there for a few seconds. The look on her face blew me away. I knew right then she enjoyed stepping on things. When she was done she walked off and said to me "You get to clean it up." When she was gone I truned the trap over and looked at the crushed remains of the mouse.

Kathleen and I never specifiaclly talked about that incident but I know she knew it turned me on. After that she would sometimes threaten to step on me like she did the mouse and smile like I knew what she was talking about. I havent seen her in years but I'll never forget her.

later, Crushme