As a matter of fact , I got her to trample me 3 more times. The next time, I did another hiding game in the laundry and she stepped right on me and stopped. She stood on me for about ten seconds and the stepped off and ripped the laundry off me, boy was she pissed at me. She asked me point blank if I liked being stepped on or something to which I said no. I was told never to do that again or I would'nt be allowed over anymore. I racked my young brain with a way to get her to step on me again. It took awhile to come up with the next idea.
The third time she did it was about 2 years later when I was nine. I was playing with my friend in his back yard. My friend had a fort with a huge sandbox next to it. I told my friend we should play a trick on his mom to which he agreed. We dug a long trench parallel to the fort deep enough so that I would be covered with sand but level with the rest of the sand in the sand box. the only thing not buried was my head which he covered with one of those toys with all the holes in it. He then climbed in the fort and pretended to be stuck and yelled for his mom, when his mom walked out I was supposed to scare her but I had other ideas. His mom finally came out and walked right up me from my feet to my stomach. What happened next was awesome.
She climbed up the fort to get my friends foot unstuck and jumped down from about three feet. Both feet right on my stomach. WHAM!!!!!!!! And stood on me as she helped my friend down so I had both their weight on my stomach.
She never realized I was there! As I grew up I became even closer friends with my buddy and supprisingly I came alot closer to his mom when she got divorced.
I'm now 34 years old and have moved away, last year I visited my friends house and talked to his mom. We talked about old times and she brought up the laundry incident. I told her the truth about my trample fetish and asked if she would step on my stomach for old times sake. She said I'm afraid I'll hurt to which I repied you did'nt hurt me when I was seven. She finally said ok what do you want me to do. I lay down and had her stepping on me for about 15 minutes. I told to stomp alittle, she stomped her foot down on my stomach for another five minutes. I could tell she was a little intrigued about doing this to me. I then told her about the tree house incident and asked if we could reinact it by her jumping off the couch. She tried once and it was great. I got up and we talked for another half/hour before I left. I'll never forget these moments as the were the beginings of a long trample history for me.
I was 21 when I met my "sole" mate but I'll save the things she has done and does for another time.
I would love to hear other true stories about how the people who visit this board got their beginings in the foot fetish scene.
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