By now most you know all too well that my favorite place for a man is under my feet. Unfortunately for my admirers who get the chance to be with me this usually doesn't end well for them and this poor trample-pervert was no exception. All he wanted his whole life was to have a hot woman in sexy black boots walk all over his naked body. He'd dreamed bout since he was a He'd tear pages from the women's shoes section out of his mothers Sears catalog and spend hours hiding in the bathroom touching himself and imaging the women in the ads stepping on his body with their high heeled shoes and boots....

By now most you know all too well that my favorite place for a man is under my feet. Unfortunately for my admirers who get the chance to be with me this usually doesn't end well for them and this poor trample-pervert was no exception. All he wanted his whole life was to have a hot woman in sexy black boots walk all over his naked body. He'd dreamed bout since he was a He'd tear pages from the women's shoes section out of his mothers Sears catalog and spend hours hiding in the bathroom touching himself and imaging the women in the ads stepping on his body with their high heeled shoes and boots. It grew into an obsession in no time. When he approached me and asked if I would indulge his fantasy for a very generous price I agreed. If it was trampling he wanted I would happily give it to him. And if pain from a pair of slutty boots was his fantasy I'd happily give him more than he could ever have imagined. I had him lay down in my living room at my feet. I could see the mixture of excitement, desperation and desire in his beady little degenerate eyes and I knew that I was going to enjoy this immensely. I stepped on top of him, gingerly and gently at first, and I could see his cock swell and harden instantly. As I moved about on top of him, treading more and more roughly, he had a look of pure ecstasy on his face...it would soon change...first to confusion, then to fear and then agony. I started to grow slowly at first and he didn't notice and found the extra weight arousing. When I became increasingly larger and heavier and he realized there was no way out the panic began to set in. I was becoming huge but I maintained my perch atop him. The way I moved on his body I as nimble a balance beam gymnast. He was in severe pain of course, but what could he do? He just had to lie there and take it. To add insult to injury I made him listen as I described how much hurting him turned me on. I wonder what was going through his mind as he watched me touch myself as I slowly crushed him under my growing body? I guess we'll never find out since what's left of him is now swirling around in my maid's mop bucket. He wanted to be trampled, he got it.