About 10 year’s ago, I was dating a girl called maggie who was into Horse Riding in a big way; by that I mean that she spent a

lot of her free time on horses. Most of her girlfriends were also into horses in a big way.

Most Saturday’s especially in the summer were spent visiting equestrian type shows. I did the driving, she did the riding. One of

her friends called Jayne an attractive brunette is quite a large girl weighing I guess around the 200lb mark had done a stint in the

ring with her horse and was seeing to the it, ultimately to put the horse back in the Motorised horse box for the trip home some

eighty miles away. Jayne was a spectacular sight dressed in close fitting brown sweater, tight riding pants and black boots.

Maggie and I were talking to her when Maggie saw a mouse come from the horse box. It wasn’t running, but walking as though

it was wounded in some way. " There’s another on shouted Maggie " . " Let me see to it " replied Jayne " It’s that one I tried to get

rid of this morning " "  It hardly moving " said Maggie and in fact in the mouse was stood as, in a trancelike state. Jayne put down

the brush that she was using to groom the horse and stealthily crept behind the mouse putting her finger to her mouth as to signal

us to be quiet. She held the sole of her boot over the mouse and slowly brought it down on the mouses back. It started to

struggle " Look it’s wriggling " said maggie " It wont for much longer " announced Jayne. Jayne slowly put pressure on the mouse

as it squirmed desperately for release she crushed the mouse under her boot to the ground and kept it there for a good thirty

seconds. When she release her boot, the mouse was crushed but making a soft squealing noise. Jayne smiled and then put her

boot down again on the mouse; this time lifting her other leg so that her full weight was on this poor mouse a soft cracking

sound emerged from under her boot. Another 30 seconds went by and Jayne lifted her foot. There was nothing left on the

ground. Lifting her boot sideways we could see the very squashed mouse on her sole. She scraped it off with a stick and got on

with grooming her horse.

I guess I had a foot fetish before this but had never witnessed such a scene and haven’t since. But I keep my eyes wide open at

any equestrian event and who knows??

Name withheld