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!