Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year Hand Trample

Hi everyone, happy new year :)
This is the first time I am blogging and intend this blog to be a place where fellow fetishists, trample artists :) , feet lovers, shoe lovers in and around India and the world can share their views.
I also intend to write some steamy trample stories including the trampled to death fantasy.
But today is a very special day for me as I actually managed to get my hand trampled this new year at a Bash I was in. So heres a first hand account of what happened.
I work at a software giant in Pune India. So me and my friends had gone to this bash at a hotel here. Unlinited drinks so I got started pretty early in the evening. As the night progressed, I realized that there were a lot of women around, almost all in awesome dresses and killer heels.
Pumps (Court shoes in british english :)) are back in fashion and a lot of girls were wearing sexy black pumps with sharp heels and a vinyl touch to it.
Below is a pic of the kind of heels I was up against.




We hit the dance floor and it was packed with hardly any space to move. New year came and everyone went crazy dancing. Around 12:30, most of my friends got tired and flopped out besides the pool outside.
I was in the bar getting my 6th peg . As I waited there, checking out the crowd. I saw a group of four women dancing and there was a drunk fool lying on the floor beside them in his own puke. The floor was still packed and I saw that the women were actually stepping over his hand as they danced and they didn't even realize it.
I got turned on seeing this and started planning :D. Two girls started leaving the floor at this time and the guy was lying in their path. Since, the floor was so packed, they did not realize that someone was on the floor. They saw him at the last moment and the girl in lead managed to miss him. damn I was disappointed. But, the trailing girl did not see him accidentally kicked his head. Unfortunately, she had just started taking the step so her shoe just brushed over his face. I was ready to explode at this point. Unluckily, a security guy saw the drunk lying on the floor and they escorted him outside.
I could not control myself anymore, i had to get down on that dance floor. So oblivious to any shame and embarrasment (Good think I had a lot of alcohol ), I zeroed in on the group of four women dancing. I had my eyes on one chick who was wearing a sexy black mini dress, had awesome shapely legs and was wearing the mot amazing pair of heels ever. They were black vinyl pumps with 6inch sexy and pointy heels. I started dancing behind them and then dropped a hundred buck note on the floor just below this gal. As I got down on the floor in pretense of picking up this note, dance floor closed in around me.
I was in heaven. I saw loads of heels flashing by me.The note got stuck to the girls shoe sole as she twisted her shoe and ground her heel with the music.  The floor was dirty with spilt beer all around and it felt downright humiliating as I crouched there looking at my money stuck on the girls shoe. This was her left shoe. I took a deep breath and extended my right hand, palm up just below the place where her right heel was landing.I would later realize that palm up was a big mistake. For your information, I have never been trampled in my life, much less in high heels. She put her foot down, literally stomped and her heel came down on my palm. I was in pain... I have never experienced such intense pain my entire life. The alcohol didn't help and the pain was numbing. I barely suppressed the urge to shout out.She did not remove her foot and kept on twisting my hand in tune with the music. I had misjudged and my hand was stuck real bad. She had her heel just where my palm begun. She had a small shoe size, I guess 6. So her soles were pressing down on my fingers .And she was constantly twisting her foot.
So here I was, my money under her left heel and and my hand under her right. I was in agony and felt very humiliated. My hand was stuck under her foot for maybe 45 seconds before she finally lifted her foot again. My sole intention was to get my hand out of there before it was permanently damaged. However , my hand was numb and I was not fast enough. As I started slipping my hand out, her heel came down hard on my palm at the point where the middle and index fingers meet. Her heel sliced right through the thin flesh there and impaled my hand on the dance floor. There was blood on the floor and on her heel. At this point, she pivoted her shoe on her heel and started twisting it. I was in hell. Her heel was gouging out more flesh with every twist. Finally she lifted her foot. To my dismay, my hand was stuck to her heel. She stomped her foot down again and my hand came loose from the impact. I quickly pulled it in. It was bloody. I made my way quickly to the bar for some ice. I had had enough action for my first time. As I took, one last look at the floor, I saw her heel tips were red with my blood and she had left slight blood prints on the dance floor. My money had come unstuck from her left shoe and lay in the dirt and my blood as she repeatedly trampled it while dancing.
As, I stood at the bar, putting ice on my hand and enjoying my drink, a smile came across my face. My hand had officially been trampled on for the first time in my life, and boy what a way to start the new year. I was in pain , but somehow I enjoyed the pain. The feeling of being at the mercy of a woman is so awesome. Total and absolute subjection. I guess thats just the way we tick.
This is a true story.
I still have that bloody and dirty hundred buck note
Happy new Year Folks.
ps- My hand is Ok, it is just a flesh wound. No fractures luckily. I am typing with one hand as of now.
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1 comment:

  1. Lucky guy. Where is this bar? Would love to be on the floor with a hundred women with spikes trampling me.

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