THE SECRET

Dear Goddess Kathy,

When I was a boy I used to dream of being trampled by grown women. I can't remember exactly when these feelings first started, but I think I was about 9. That's about when I began to dream of being crushed under the feet of my teachers, my aunt, my older sister's girlfriends, and just about any sexy woman I saw. To give you an idea of how desperate I was back then, when I was in the presence of women I used to lie down on the floor (they'd ignore me), I'd lie right in their paths (they'd step over me), even dare them to step on me (they just thought I was a jerk), I tried everything! But none of my efforts to get a woman to knowingly step on me ever worked. Now that I am grown, if anything, the fantasy of being trampled by women has become stronger. I'm sure you've heard all this kind of thing before, but my fantasy has changed and is a little different now. In my current dreams, women never realize they are stepping on me. I suppose this has come about because I had no luck when I was a kid getting any of them to deliberately do it. So now, this new fantasy is what turns me on the most. Besides, if a woman doesn't know I'm there she can just walk on me with no concern for my safety--she can just crush down and whatever happens to me is just too bad! So I have dreams like the one in which I fall down in a narrow hallway during a fire and get trampled and crushed in a stampede of models in high heels who had been doing a photo session nearby, or perhaps crushed by women rushing a store in a mall like they did trying to buy cabbage patch dolls a few years ago. Of course, none of these things is ever likely to happen to me. The only time I ever had the experience of being truly crushed by a woman who didn't know I was there, was when I was 10 years old. That was when I got under the wooden staircase in our basement and snuck my fingers in the way of my very tall and sexy aunt as she went up the stairs. She was wearing new pumps with hard leather soles and, as she climbed the stairs, I stuck my fingers out just in time to get them under her foot as she stepped down. I did it because at the time I liked to dream about my aunt stepping on me, and I thought it would be exciting to actually have it happen. But in reality, it turned out to be a very frightening experience for me. I don't know why, but even though I was small for my age, I never thought that a grown woman like my aunt would be so heavy!! The sole of her high heeled foot just covered all my fingers and then--CRUSH!!! The press of my aunt's weight was dreadful! As she stepped down, it was like there was no end to how heavy she was!! My fingers were just mashed by the enormity of her weight! God! I was really scared! I thought my fingers were gone--turned to goo! I would have screamed but for the fact that she stepped off of me an instant later. I couldn't believe how much it hurt! I was waving my fingers in the air and dancing around in agony for quite a few minutes after that. I mean, wow! It felt like she weighed a ton! And there was no mercy! I still think about it. In fact, up to that time I had always fantasized about my aunt punishing me by walking over me again and again. But after having felt her weight for real, I knew if she had ever walked over me just once, I would have been crushed to death!--That became my new fantasy--my aunt crushing me to death--something that the staircase experience had taught me would have been the real result if she had ever actually walked on a boy like me!! But do you see my point, giantess? If for some reason my aunt had known I was under the stairs and was sticking out my fingers, and then had decided to step on me for a tease, she would have been light on her feet or gentle in some way. Instead, I got totally crushed because she had no idea I was there! Giantess, you know so much about this sort of thing, I need your help. I guess I could hire a woman to crush me and ask her to pretend that she didn't know I was there, but it wouldn't be the same because I'd know that she was pretending. Is there any thing you can think of so I can be in the way of women's feet and get trampled without them knowing it. I can't think of a thing, but I'm dreaming that you'll tell me there's a way!

Signed,

Desperate!

Dear Desperate,

As recently as three months ago I would have said no, there is no way. After all, how could a woman walk all over you (or why would she) without realizing what was going on? But, believe it or not, one of my clients, let's call him Bob, found a way to get women to do just that--a really ingenious way! First let me tell you what he did, and then I'll tell you how to arrange for women to trample all over you without them knowing it! Bob is the owner of a spook house in, let's say Ohio (although it isn't), which contracts out for the "Ohio" state fair and other such goings on. Like you, he has fantasized since childhood of cruel women who would crush him underfoot without hesitation, who would walk right over him as though nothing were in their way, and who would make him suffer beneath their weight with no concern for him whatsoever. Now, as an adult, Bob has found a way to make the trampling goddesses of his childhood fantasies come to life and step all over him without mercy. He has found a way by using his spook house. Bob's spook house is one of those pitch-black dark places people can walk through with winding pathways that go over and around odds and ends. People who go through are guided along by a handrail. The floor is uneven with unusual shapes to walk over, both soft and hard. There are also noises which suddenly scare them, ghosts that jump out at them, and things that hang in their faces, etc. If you've ever been to a state fair or carnival, I'm sure you've been in such places before. At one location in his spook house, about 2/3 rds of the way into it, Bob has two carpet rolls lying across the path that people have to walk over. In the dark it is impossible to tell what the carpet rolls are, and walking over them is all part of the fun. To fulfill his fantasy, Bob lies down between the rolls wedging the sides of his body against each of them exposing only his chest and stomach. His face and crotch are out of line with the main path so those parts of his body are spared. By lying in this position he is assured that no woman can complete the spook house tour without stepping right on him! And, because there are carpet rolls on either side of him, women have to step down onto him from the first carpet roll so he guesses that he doesn't feel much like a body to them--but probably feels like just some more of the same kind of soft, hard, or lumpy stuff they've already been walking on. In fact, Bob has littered the path through the spook house with things to step on that he imagines feel like a body. That way, when the women get to him, he just feels like more of the same! During the fair, Bob hires a school-kid to sell tickets and tells him that he, Bob, has to remain inside at all times so he can keep his eyes used to the dark, and also so he can operate some of the ghosts and be there in case anyone has an accident or tries to vandalize the spook house. He puts a black coating on his face and hands and wears black cloths. None of this seems suspicious because, after all, he is the operator of the spook house. Then he just spends the day inside waiting to see who comes in by the lighted entry. Usually it is a woman with a boyfriend. Bob is totally turned off by the idea of a man walking on him, so in cases when couples come in he goes over to a creaky wooden bridge about half way into the spook house that the couple must walk over. Standing in the darkness alongside of the bridge, which is about waist high to him, Bob watches how the couple approaches the bridge (he can just barely make out their shadows). Then he puts his hands down right in the woman's path. Since there are already lumps and bumps on the bridge to walk over (the couple are usually giggling and feeling their way along) the woman thinks nothing of it when she feels Bob's hands under her feet--she just puts her full weight down! And since she is proceeding along slowly, the crushing of Bob's hands is often sustained and intense. Then, by moving silently along the edge of the bridge after being crushed (which is easy to do because it is very noisy in the spook house) Bob is able to get the same woman to walk over his hands at least three more times! Sometimes Bob even crosses the fingers of the hand he puts in the way, or folds his fingertips under his hand just before the woman walks over it. That way the crush under her foot is extra severe. This game of hand-crushing, however, can have its dangerous side. Bob told me that one time a large, big-boned blonde came in with her boyfriend. She must have been at least 6' tall! She had long legs and was wearing a halter top which showed off a pair of enormous breasts that bobbled heavily when she walked. She was also wearing attractive shoes with stacked heels. Bob got very excited when he saw her enter the spook house, so he quickly moved into position and put his hands down on the dark wooden bridge right in her path. As she walked onto the bridge Bob could just barely make out her towering shadow with his dark-sensitized eyes. He could also hear her heels as they thumped along the bridge--so he waited, heart pounding, wondering what would happen to his hands when this big, huge chested girl walked on them with her hard shoes. But, instead of stepping on Bob's hands, the big blonde stepped right on his fingertip with her stacked heel--full weight--and then just stood there--patiently waiting for her boyfriend to catch up to her!! To Bob's horror, the large, busty blonde who had entered his spook house only a minute earlier had now become a towering silhouette in the dark who, unknowingly, was crushing him into the throws of silent agony with what was obviously the weight of an Amazon. The crush was so severe that Bob had to cover his mouth with his other hand to keep from screaming, although he silently mouthed a plea for mercy as he looked up through the darkness at the towering shadow of the woman who had now become for him the cruel giantess of his childhood crush fantasies. But she gave him no mercy, rather, she ground his fingertip under her heel as she turned to greet her boyfriend who had finally joined her. As she pivoted on her heel, Bob couldn't help but to moan loudly in agony. But his outcry of torment was lost among the many recorded moans and groans of the spook house ghosts that played incessantly over the loudspeakers--so the blonde giantess moved on, completely unaware that the massive weight of her long legs, wide hips, sizable curvy rear, and huge breasts had just combined to crush helpless little "fingerman" to death beneath her hard stacked heel. A day after this incident, the nail on Bob's ring finger, which had been crushed mercilessly beneath the big blonde's stacked heel, turned black and fell off! He says that one side of his fingertip is still numb. Bob also says that he is trying to work up the nerve to lay his c--- down on the bridge sometime, perhaps in the path of a young girl who doesn't weigh too much. But still, he is afraid of getting it crushed--good thinking Bob! Whenever he sees women enter the spook house together, or in groups, Bob positions himself between the carpet rolls. Women often enter in groups because Bob has the foresight to put out a sign saying "Lady's day, all ladies admitted half price." Sometimes, he even puts out a sign that says ladies free every Monday, (or Tuesday, etc., whichever day it happens to be). It works great! The women who come through are almost always 40 years old or younger; old women don't bother. Bob also saves himself from being killed by high heels with a sign that cautions women to remove spike heels and carry them. That way he is safe from the awesome crush of heels and also gets to experience some stocking foot trampling. When a woman comes close to where Bob is lying he can't move or he will give himself away. In a word, once he let's her get close enough, he is committed to going under her feet. At that point Bob begins to feel overcome by his childhood fantasies. As he lies there in the dark directly in the path of the approaching woman, he imagines that he is a small boy who has fallen down in the spook house. As the shadow of the woman looms above him he likes to whisper, though never loud enough for her to really hear, "Please, Ma'am, I fell down and got stuck, can you help me up?" But of course the woman doesn't notice the "small boy" and proceeds forward--"oh god, no! please ma'am, don't crush me! don't crush me!" But the towering woman remains unaware of her little victim and steps down. The "small boy," in spite of his pleading and begging, is then crushed under the foot of a full-grown woman, crushed by her overwhelming adult weight, crushed without mercy like a bug in her path, and sometimes the poor "boy" is even trampled by the woman as she enjoys the strange feel of what she has discovered beneath her feet! The women who step on Bob have no idea that they are walking on a person, so they don't spare him at all! Bob says that the crushing he gets from some of the taller or heavier women who come through the spook house is so severe, especially if two women step on him at the same time, that if he really were the boy he pretends to be, he would have literally had his insides squashed right out of him on more than a few occasions! In fact, sometimes when the kid Bob has hired has annoyed him, Bob likes to imagine tying the kid up, gagging him, and laying him down between the carpet rolls. Bob especially likes that idea because the kid is short, which means that while the kid's chest and stomach would certainly be right in the women's path, his face would be in their way, too! Then Bob imagines positioning one of the speakers that plays ghost screams all the time right near the kid to cover any sounds of his struggling. Next, Bob fantasizes about going out front and offering a free tour of the spook house to the tallest and heaviest women who happen by! Finally, after sending a couple of dozen or so of these big girls through, he imagines going in and scraping up whatever is left of the kid off of the hard floor! (My goodness! How mean can you get, Bob?) One of the most exciting things for Bob is that when a woman approaches his position between the carpet rolls he never knows exactly what will happen. As he lies there imagining himself a small trapped boy most of the women who unknowingly fulfill his fantasy step right on his stomach. Then they put their full weight down. Bob's strong stomach muscles are all that save him from having his organs rearranged as some of the women are surprisingly heavy. Other times, women step on his chest. The worst problem for Bob is women who look like they are wearing flats when they come in the entry but who, it turns out, are really wearing 1/2" heels. Those heels come to the same hard small point as spike heels do but are not quite able to puncture through Bob's skin because of their short length. However, when a woman walks over his ribs with those hard 1/2" heels it is all that Bob can do to keep from screaming beneath the terrible crush! Those awful heels leave deep little craters on his chest and stomach that first turn white with a red ring around them and later become black and blue! Sometimes when the women step onto the second carpet roll, they fall back and use him for a landing place. When that happens it is hard for him not to make a sound and he is sure that it is just a matter of time before a woman wearing stacked or 1/2" heels breaks his ribs falling back like that. But he has to keep quiet at all costs, even when women sometimes stand on his stomach with both feet and do a little dance saying something to their friends like, "Ooh, it's so squishy! It feels like Jello--and you can bounce on it! See?" Even when that happens, he has to lie there as he is trampled under their feet, he can't do a thing about it or he'd get caught. But this amazing game can be dangerous as well. Bob told me of three times when he thought he was in real trouble--not from being caught, but from actually being seriously injured or even killed under the feet of women. The first time he was almost killed was when two women came over from a dance wearing formal dress and high heels. When they entered the spook house they removed their heels as the sign requested. But Bob had noticed that one of the women was quite heavy, heavier, he thought, than any woman who had ever stepped on him before. He wanted to lie down for her, though, because she was pretty, sort of like a weighty version of Delta Burke. He was also curious about how it would feel to be under such a heavy woman. Her girlfriend, he had noticed, was pretty tall and no cream-puff herself. As they approached him in the darkened spook house, the two women were walking side by side to help each other keep balance since they were carrying their shoes. The first one stepped right on Bob's chest with her large stocking feet. He felt the air being pressed out of him and guessed from experience that she must have weighed about 160 pounds. This, he knew, had to be the taller girlfriend, not the heavy one. So he waited for her to step off of him so he could prepare for the weight of the big woman. But since the woman standing on his chest wasn't wearing shoes his body must have felt interesting to her because she said laughingly, "Hey, this feels like a dead body!" At which point she mercilessly rocked his chest under the crush of her large stocking feet squashing all the air from his lungs. Then Bob heard the heavy woman approach, "Well," she said," if he isn't dead now he will be after I step on him!" Bob could hear both women laughing as he felt a third stocking foot, just as large as the two already standing on him, probing his stomach for a place to stand. Bob got scared because he was about to be crushed by the heavy woman, but the first woman was still standing on him! She was waiting for her heavy girlfriend to join her! By this time Bob could hardly breathe under the crush of the first woman's large stocking feet. Like he said, if he were just a boy, this one woman alone would have already crushed him to death! But Bob endured the crush under the first woman and tightened his stomach muscles very tense to take the weight of the heavy women. When the heavy woman finally stepped down on his stomach, Bob felt her large stocking foot sink so deep into him that he would have doubled up except that the sizable stocking feet of the first woman had his back pinned flat to the ground. His eyes were bulging under the crush of the heavier woman who must have weighed almost 100 pounds more than her girlfriend! He was desperately trying not to groan out loud. Then the two women began walking around on him, enjoying the strange feel of him underfoot! Bob wasn't used to women standing on him for so long. He could feel so much pressure building up in his head from the crush on his body he thought some arteries might burst. But the two women kept walking around on him, laughing as they did so. As his body continued to be mashed under 400 pounds of stocking foot crush Bob became terrified. He couldn't breathe and he could feel his stomach muscles beginning to weaken under the slow relentless trampling of the laughing women's large stocking feet. As the women continued to crush him, Bob became desperate to lie still and make no sound even tough the combined weight of the trampling women was keeping him from breathing and he was starting to get light headed. But then he realize that if he fainted, and they didn't get off of him soon thereafter, he would actually die from lack of air--literally having been trampled to death under the stocking feet of these woman! He thought he might best cry out for mercy and take his chances. But before he could, the heavy women started walking up his chest almost crushing his ribs beneath the massive press of her stocking feet and said, "Hey, has this thing got a head?" With horror, Bob pictured his head under the stocking foot of this huge woman! Judging by the tremendous crush she was putting down on his chest, he knew that she probably had the weight to literally press his skull flat! But, just as he was about to gasp out loud for her to stop, she slipped. Her stocking foot slid right off of Bob's chest toward his throat. Fortunately, her foot didn't come down on his throat but, instead, her stocking toes stepped on the side of his neck and the first carpet roll took the weight of her stocking heel. At the same time, she dropped her high heeled shoe onto Bob's forehead which so surprised him that he almost cried out. The spike heeled shoe then bounced off his forehead and landed upside down over Bob's mouth and nose. Still, he had to just lie there, breathing deeply from the heavy aroma of the huge woman's spike heeled shoe and praying not to be caught. Then she bent down and began feeling for her shoe with her hands and by pure luck found it before finding his face. Finally, the two women stepped off of him and continued their tour. The worst part of the whole experience, of course, had been that he was almost killed. If the heavy woman had stepped down on his throat with her full weight it could easily have been the end of him! From that time on, Bob kept his chin tightly tucked to his breast bone to protect his throat whenever a woman walked on his chest. The second incident was a transcendent experience for Bob, but again, he was quite injured and almost killed. In this case, two bus loads of teenage girls from a local Catholic school came through the spook house on a free pass he had sent them for their field trip to the fair. As the large crowd of young girls entered the spook house Bob positioned himself between the carpet rolls. This time his heart was pounding more than usual. When he was a boy he had gone to a parochial school for a time and he could remember observing the teenage girls as they left school for the day and watching their feet tramp by the open basement window where his classroom was. He had dreamed of being under those trampling feet--and now his dream was actually coming true! This time it wasn't just one or two women who would step on him, this time he had placed himself literally right in the way of a 60 girl stampede--just like in his fantasy! As Bob lay there in the blackness, down in the scent of old carpet and sawdust, he became more tense then he had ever been. Over the loudspeakers howling their ghost noises and banshee shrieks he could hear the loud laughter, chatter, and squeals of delight of 60 schoolgirls as they tramped and stumbled their way toward him in the dark. He began to think that with so many girls he might somehow get caught. Perhaps some would lose their balance and fall all over him and he'd be found out. But as they got closer he suddenly felt a greater fear go through him. This new fear was caused by the sound of so many girl's voices accompanied by the ever louder thumping and trampling of scores of hard soled patent leather shoes (which were part of their uniforms), all coming toward him in the inky darkness. He began to wonder if maybe this girl stampede wasn't such a good idea. He recalled seeing the girls getting off the buses and that some of them were pretty tall--almost full-grown. For a moment he thought of getting out of their way. But when he heard how young their voices sounded as they drew near, and when he could smell the sweet perfumes that young girls like to wear wafting down over him, Bob not only decided to stay put, he got a terrible hard on. Then, as a spontaneous reaction to his excitement, he pulled his c--- out of his pants thinking that he might somehow rub himself as they walked on him although he wasn't sure how because he had to keep his arms pinned at his sides under the edges of the carpet rolls. Even in the inky blackness Bob knew when the girls in the lead reached his place because the first carpet roll along his right side sank down under someone's weight. "What's this?" some girl said, as she stood on the first carpet roll. She sounded very young, but her shadow looked quite tall. Bob's heart was pounding. The voices of many young girls answered her, "Go on." "Keep going." But she stayed where she was. Then Bob felt the carpet roll depress further and further. God, Bob thought, How many girls are standing on the carpet roll alongside of me? Looking up through the dark Bob thought he saw the shadows of four girls, perhaps five, all in a row looming above him. He could see the combined outlines of their pleated skirts directly over him. He could smell their clean cloths and the scent of soap, hair-spray and perfume, and dimly, he sensed a collection alongside him of long white legs like a forrest of birch in the starlight. All the girls seemed to be standing abreast, intimidated from going forward by the feel of the carpet roll. Bob could also hear screams and squeals from girls far away which reminded him of just how many girls there were in the spook house. "Go on!" Said one of the girls standing over him. Bob trembled in anticipation, bracing himself, tightening his stomach muscles, and forcing his chin down tightly over his breastbone. What happened next almost cost him his life. The first girl to step forward was far to one side, not on the usual path, in fact Bob was looking straight up at her. From his position down between the carpet rolls her silhouette seemed to tower over him making the schoolgirl look like a giantess. Then, before Bob realized what was happening, she took the first step. To his horror, Bob then felt the hard sole of the schoolgirl's cool, firm patent leather shoe come down over his face! He didn't know what to do but lie very still. The bottom of the girl's shoe felt surprisingly large--it smelled of the street, of leather, and of her gently scented foot. No one had ever stepped on his face before--but she wasn't stepping down--she was feeling around with her foot, so he waited--then, without his expecting it, another girl heavily stepped onto his stomach--the shock of feeling a foot on his face had caused him to relax his stomach muscles without meaning to--"Oh, gross," the girl stepping onto his stomach said, "This is smushy!"--then the large hard sole covering his face crushed down with an enormous pressure as the teenage girl stood upon his head with her full weight--Bob saw stars and moaned beneath the girl's merciless foot--when he moaned the girl crushing his face squealed at the sound and jumped off of him using his face as a springboard; breaking his nose--One girl said, "This is scary, come on"--then all the girls proceeded forward--many hard soles trampled over him crushing the air out of him--someone kicked his c--- as she passed by--it ached--a girl stepped on his chest--a very heavy girl, her heel sank into him--it was all happening too fast--he couldn't brace himself--there were too many girls--these teenagers were much heavier than he had expected--two girls on his stomach ground their feet into him and mashed him down--"Ooh, this is squashy!"--he turned his face to one side just in time for another, heavier girl to step on his head--she crushed his ear under her heel causing the other side of his face to be mashed into the hard floor beneath her weight--another girl walked over his groin--followed by another who actually pushed his long hard c--- down under her foot and then squashed it atop his leg as she walked on it--yet another stepped on his stomach and said, "Bouncy!" and proceeded to hop on him--her friend, standing on Bob's chest said, "Let me try!" As these two bounced on his stomach they blocked the main path for the other girls who then began to go around them. Because of this, another young girl casually brought her foot down onto Bob's c--- but, unlike the first girl to do so, this one stepped down between his legs forcing the head of his c--- onto the hard floor where the young girl then stepped on it with her solid leather heel. The crush under the teenager's foot was so severe that Bob thought he could feel the head of his c--- burst from its skin. His scream was covered over by another girl who, at that very moment, walked right over his open mouth with her large foot. Her imposing adolescent weight crushed his front teeth loose--he then turned away and another girl stepped on his head mashing his face into the floor--followed by another, and another who was so heavy that he thought his skull would burst when she stepped on him--she walked over his head quite slowly, trying to keep her balance, and after she stepped off of him his ears were ringing--two more walked over his injured c--- which was still hard even though it throbbed with pain--another girl stepped down in his crotch forcing his c--- upright where it rubbed against her firm stocking ankle--as he felt this happen another girl walked over his head rolling it under her crushing foot making his ears ring louder--a second girl stopped and stood on him, standing in his crotch--pinning his upright c--- between her stocking ankle and the stocking ankle of the girl standing next to her. "What's that?" she asked as she rapidly moved her foot back and forth causing his c--- to quickly roll to and fro between the two young girls' imprisoning stocking ankles. He unloaded his come with a great squirt right up the stocking legs of both schoolgirls. The pain from coming through his broken c--- was severe but he also experienced the most exquisite satisfaction!

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