Author: dented_one Subject: OK, TIRE CRUSH #2 Date: Thu Jan 29 00:02:01 1998

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For those who have been following my stories, they are mostly leading up from early childhood to the present. Sometimes I might jump around in years, but it all has something to do do with what everyone is reading this page for. Before I get started, does anyone know how to get in touch with the infamous "Kathy Castro"? She had a web site at one time, but what happened?

When I was in eighth grade I had already had a crush fetish from a few years before. My friend a I used to play near a large corporate office building next to a couple of side streets. There were plenty of sexy ladies coming out at quitting time around 5:00. This was way before smokers had to go outside to smoke like all the ladies do now. I remember one particular woman that wore very high heels. She would walk to her car, swaying hips back and forth. She had to walk through a little path to get to her car parked on the side street. I would watch in amazement as each heel crashed down on the ground and sank a little. After she would leave, I would inspect every heel hole closely to see what got crushed. Occantionally she had steped on a twig or leaf and snapped the twig without even looking back. I decided I needed to see her step on something live. I went to the bait store an bought about 25 crickets. I took off their hind legs so they could not jump away. I saw the lady walking this way so I dumped the crickets in the path. As she got closer, my heart raced. She was about 10 feet from them and spotted them as she was walking towards them. When she got there, I thought she would jump over or walk around them. She stopped, looked down and started grinding them out like a cigarette. I guess she figured that was her path and she wasn't going to let bugs get in her way. After she crush most of them she looked up at me watching and smiled as she turned to walk away. I went over after she drove away and looked closely at the destruction. Some had gone under the spike heel and were partially pushed into the ground. I had to go relieve myself somewhere, and I don't mean take a leak! As the days went by, I dreamed of any way to feel the sting of those cruel heels on me, but as most fetishes know, the dream rarely happens. I watched where her car was parked everyday, and it was in the same spot. I noticed it was near a manhole cover in the road. I located the large pipe (open at both ends) so I felt safe to go in. The manhole was near her driver side door. I went in one day to get ready about the time she reaches her car. I looked up the manhole cover hole that was in the middle of it. She clicked across it and it startled me to all of a sudden see her standing there. I could see up her dress as she was fumbling for her keys. She had on one of those tight girdles with hose, (younger readers only see in magazines), but it was sexy to see up her legs and me below her that she didn't even know I was there. As she got into her car, I slid my two fingers out of the hole in hopes she would run over them with her back tire, since her front tire was past it. She drove away and missed completely, all I felt was a breeze. I tried several more times to no avail. One day I noteced she had parked a little farther back from the manhole cover this time. I decided to put a piece of card board across the cover and miss the glimps up the skirt. I slid my fingers(index and middle for those people that want all the details) , up through the hole. I couldn't hear her walking up, I'w under ground. She stepped on the cardboard as she walked to her drivers door. I felt the cardboard more a little then a crush of a quick step on my fingers. I don't know if it was the sole or her heel, but it hurt. I didn't want to jerk it away for fear of her finding out about me. She started her car and my heart was pumping really fast, I didn't know what to expect. I heard the engine running and it was a long pause. Mabe she was putting on make up or something. I heard the engine change tone and all of a sudden my fingers felt like mush. I was in such a shock trying to take the pressue the I almost fell off the ladder that was built to get access to the manhole. As I was ready to pull my mashed fingers back. the back tire ran over them too. This flipped me out, I felt like screaming because my fingers were not level to the ground. The last two joints were run over with that back tire and it broke the middle fingers joint. Bothe fingers were bleeding and flat. She didn't even know she had flattened my fingers and that excited me even though I was hurting. I told my parents that I had caught my fingers in the sprocket of my bicycle. I devised other ways for body part crush, but it took a few more years to think up the ways. ------------------------------------------------------ I hope all that read this liked it, and if anyone has stories of heel crush on fingers, please post them, don't be afraid.