One trample story
16-Apr-99 15:14:42

Not knowing what the word "trample" was all about until about 2 years ago, it is surprising how many people out there are into some fashion of trample. Myself for years fantasized about women standing/walking or sitting on men but never heard the term trample/trampled/trampling. Well,
About two years ago I had a woman (no name,she might read the forums) who work for me in my department of a large corporation. I being single and her single also, occasionally when out after work for drinks/beers. Sometimes we went out on the weekends together too.
One weekend, I asked her to a NFL game, which she turned down as she had a party to go to. I alway thought she had a second life style. She joked occasionally that I did not really know her. She also hinted to what I believed, that she was into a fetish scene. She was tall, pushing 6'+ and 185lbs (drivers license); sandy blonde hair, brown eyes and yes, very attractive. When we went out, guys heads always turned. A few weeks after what had been her fetish party, we went out to dinner and to a small bar to hear a three piece band. We closed the place down and went back to her place. Both of us drank more than we should, stumbled up the porch steps and inside the house. She poured us some wine and returned to the living room where she set the glasses on the table and pulled me off the couch to the floor and straddled me. First she was just sitting on me with her legs behind her and bent down and shook her hair in my face, not saying anything. She lifted up and squated down and drop back on my stomach with her feet in front of me. I lost my breath for a moment as I was got off guard. She bounced and giggled as I layed there getting crushed. She had size 10 4" black heels on. She removed her shoes to show her barefeet with red toe nails. She lifted her legs so I bared all of her and she was getting very heavy. Lucky, she got off about then and told me not to move and she would be right back. I drank my wine and thought to myself, this is a dream. She returned in just a black lacey bra and panties. She point over by wall where she wanted me to lay. "What are you going to do?" I asked. She push me down and said, "This" as she braced herself against the wall and stepped up on me with her left foot on my stomach and the right one on my face to balance. She was not fat at all, just big and heavy. Rocking, bouncing and walking all over me, she laughed with each grunt and breath I did. "This is what is called "trampling" and crushing you until you blackout". Her foot completely engulf my face and her weight/size was no match for me. This lasted for what seemed to be forever but just 10 mintues or so. I began to see stars and get light headed as she shifted her weight to my head. When I came to, it was almost morning and she was passed out on the couch. I was sore and learn a lession that don't get trampled when your drunk. She trampled me a few times after that. I see her twice a year now as she transfer to another position within the company and we see each other at the national sales meeting and the trade show. Maybe I'll post about them??