If anyone is interested in how I came to love being trampled, it was in the eight grade. I used to walk home the same way as these three very pretty girls that I was friends with. I still to this day do not know how it started but I began playing around fighting one of them and the other two jokingly joined in. there was snow on the ground so they all sat on me and playfully started putting snow on my face when one of them stood full weight on my ass. This was an immediate turn on and I had no idea why. I used to make sure they "caught" me everyday and when the fighting began I would make pretend that one of their easy taps to my balls with their knees would send me straight to the floor when most times I wasn't even grazed. From there I would be stood on by sometimes all three of them, in good fun to them and exstacy to me. The biggest turn on of all was when the shyest and most beautiful one, Allison, who was only 5'1" and 110 pounds, told me in school that she was going to step right on my face. I made sure this was not going to be something she forgot about and said, "Yeah right, you are going to step right on my face with both feet?" I was daring her to do it as if there was no chance that she would have the opportunity. She said, "You just wait and see." With this I had to raise the stakes and I told her that if she could do that, that I would bow down and lick the dirt off of the bottom of her and her two friends school shoes. With this the challenge was on. Now, after school I had to get "caught" while appearing to be sneaking home. Amazingly, they managed to trap me in an alley right behind a parked car where no one passed by or could see even if they did. Go figure? I was then wrestled to the ground and sat on as the other two knew of the deal by then. Once I was pinned down I heard one say, "Allright, go ahead and let's get our shoes cleaned," with a laugh. From the floor I saw Allison's shoes walk up and heard her very casually say, "Oh well, looks like I win." She took one foot and placed it on my face as I was pinned down and took her time making sure that she was in a good spot on my cheek and then just stepped up and stood on my face and wiped off her shoes as if I were a doormat. The way she just stood there and took her time made me shoot my load all over my pants. After she got off, the most amazing feeling was when they let me go and told me that a deal was a deal and wanted me to volentarily lick their shoes. I made it like I hated it but wanted to keep my end of the bargain so with a huff and a puff I crawled over to each of them and licked their shoe soles clean on my hands and knees as they laughed and called me a good slave. We then made a deal that if I didn't want them to force me on the floor and all walk on my face before licking their shoes clean every day, that I could just report to Allison's house with them peacefully every day after school and ONLY lick their shoes clean without the face standing. As much as I loved the face standing, I couldn't get "accidently" caught and subdued all the time, so I took the deal and cleaned three beautiful girls shoe soles with my tongue every day after school for the last three months of classes. It's a shame it was eight grade and I never saw them in my all-boys high school or who know where I would be today.