TIRE CRUSH

Recently, I called a dominatrix that I had a session with last month and I 
told her about one of my fantasies. This fantasy has been nagging me for 
years and I decided to make this one a reality. I told her that I wished an 
attractive woman would drive her car over my body. It seemed she was very 
receptive to the idea because we immediately arranged an appointment to 
realize that fantasy. When I arrived at her home, a beautiful towne house, 
there were numbered parking spaces that matched the number of the towne house 
unit. The first thing I looked for was her car. A Volkswagen Jetta was parked 
in her space. Hopefully it was hers, since that was not all that heavy! I 
arrived on time and was impressed with the neat and clean neighborhood and 
the design of the plantings and buildings. I timidly walked up the short 
brick walkway connecting the asphalt driveway to the concrete front porch 
covered with ivy drooping from the porch ceiling. I went to ring her door 
bell and I was greeted and pleasantly surprised to see a pretty 35 year old 
blonde woman with beautiful green eyes.
The first thing she asked me was if I still wanted to get my hands under the 
wheels of her car!! "Of course," I replied, "I did not get to this point to 
back off at the last moment!" She said, "Fine, now sign this waiver." I did. 
She asked, "Just the hands, right?" "Yea, we'll see," I replied.
She was wearing a short, pleated little summer dress with the same sexy high 
heels she had on last month. She asked me if I was ready. "Ready as I'll ever 
be" I replied. 
I laid down on face-up on her asphalt driveway positioned directly behind the 
left rear tire of her car. After I got all set, I asked her to back up a 
little. She was sitting in the seat sideways shaking her head from side to 
side as she smoked a cigarette. Her legs were pulled up close together and 
her heels hooked on the edge of the doorjamb. I asked, "what's wrong?" She 
said, "This is crazy, I'm going to crush the shit out of you. If you die, I'm 
going to take your money and bury you right over there and leave. "This 
excited the hell out of me and I said that she couldn't hurt me. I was really 
nervous when she said "OK," and turned to put her feet on the pedals. There's 
no turning back now! I told her to please keep the driver's door open and she 
said "sure," because she wanted to see the expression on my face as the 
pressure increased. She started the engine and put the transmission into 
reverse. The car jumped back about an inch, putting me in a panic mode. I 
yelled at her to take it easy and go real slow. She just smiled and nodded 
her head. My heart was racing as she gave it the gas to move the car closer 
to my fingers, I could feel the tires kissing the tips of my fingers, then 
the pressure started to increase as the tire completely engulfed all five 
fingers of my right hand. It was truly awesome to see the slow advance of the 
tire, realizing the beauty of the sexy creature (and sexy feet) controlling 
the car. The tire kept rolling a few more inches towards the palm of my hand. 
I called to her to stop. I had accomplished what I wanted to do. But she had 
turned the radio on. The music was a little too laud for her to hear me. As 
the warm, soft tire started to make its slow, deliberate and crushing way up 
towards my wrist, I had to really hold my breath in nervous anticipation. My 
right hand was now crushed and patterned to her tire tread. I was really 
getting scared now! I couldn't stop thinking of what she had just said. 


I was shaking like a leaf in a high wind as the tire was now squashing my 
forearm. I clearly saw the tire conforming to my flesh and bone as my flesh 
flattened and spread under the weight of the car (and her). Again I nervously 
yelled at her to STOP. Again, no response.
The tire was now on my upper arm and proceeding onto my shoulder. I knew I 
would be squashed dead in just 15 seconds when the tire would be fully on my 
chest at which point I expected to be completely crushed with several ribs 
broken and my lungs punctured and collapsed. I took a very deep breath and 
held it to help keep the approaching weight from pushing the air out. I 
looked up as the slowly rolling tire was now only inches from and passing my 
face. My view upwards included the bowels of the car and the inside of the 
rear wheel. My lungs felt like they were on fire. Painful for sure but really 
exotic! The worst (or best) is over now. This was a lot more than I bargained 
for. The tire then continued its slow and relentless squishing roll over my 
left shoulder and down my arm onto my hand. As a parting jester I fisted my 
hand and watched the tire as it rolled over and conformed to my fist. When 
the tire bumped down off my fist and again on smooth asphalt, she stopped the 
car. I then turned my head and looked into her flashing eyes in an 
upside-down face we made eye contact. She was still seated in the driver's 
seat while I was directly underneath her. WOW! She put the car in park and 
turned the engine off. She swung her feet from the pedals and placed them on 
my chest. Without saying anything, she stood straight up on my chest and 
started stomping with one foot then the other. I lost what little air I had 
and couldn't catch even a wisp of air with her stomping. Every time I almost 
get a little air, down would come her foot and knock it right out of me. She 
could see I was starting to turn a light shade of purple, so she said, "Money 
please," I nodded OK as quickly as I could. She thanked me as she stepped off 
my chest and got back in the car and removed her shoes. She then placed both 
of her feet on my face and said, "Kiss my feet or I will start this car again 
before you can get out from under it!" Needless to say I was came twice 
during this experience. Once was when the tire was on my chest and again when 
she stood on my face. What a fantastic experience!