Trampling Instead of a Ticket
(Published on Monday, January 19, 2003)
This story was submitted by femalefootfan_1@yahoo.co.in.

Editor's note: Great Feet does not condone real violence, of course,
but in the interest of fulfilling the desires of trampling fetishists, we've
allowed some dramatic license to be included in this author's story. In
this case, the victim obviously enjoyed his trampling experience.

It's great for guys like me to work in the police force. Women in uniform and the occasional forceful arrest with my female colleagues stamping out their authority by a 'knee on back' arrest. But what happened in April 2003 was way beyond my expectation. I was on patrol at about 2 o'clock in the morning, and trying to recall some of the stories that I remembered from Great Feet. It was a pretty lonely night on the highway - no partner and not many cars. Finally someone was above the speed limit. Luckily the driver had enough sense to stop at my siren.

As I stopped in front of my target, I realized that it was a woman this time. "It must a good night," I thought. I asked her, "Can I see your licence and registration please?"

She seemed to be about 25, maybe 27. Her licence said 24. But she certainly didn't look like a Mrs. Stephanie Peters. My guess was somewhat more like a Miss Diane. She smelled pretty loaded.

"Would you step out of the vehicle please ma'am?"

"I'm sorry officer. I didn't realize that I went over."

"Would you step out ma'am?"

I wasn't going to let her go without taking a look at her dress, figure, and shoes of course. And out she stepped. I had seen the blue top from outside. Her black knee length skirt was okay, but somehow her big flat soled, open-toed strap sandals didn't match. Or maybe I'm a heels fan. She was about 5'8 in her shoes, and seemed 135.

"So what have you been drinking ma'am?"

"Oh, not much officer. Just a little, I swear," she said with a 'I'm so sexy' kinda smile, so that she could be let off with a warning.

I didn't have anyone else to talk to that night, so I wasn't going to leave her this easily. "You see that white line ma'am? Let's see if you can walk over it."

She looked at me with another 'please, officer' look.

I pointed towards the line. She went over and tried to adjust her right foot over the line. I was still in doubt if that was size 7.5 or more. As she adjusted and re-adjusted her right foot, a thought hit me. "I've been working in the department for 8 years and now I wonder how come this had never come to me."

By then she had taken about 5 or 6 steps forward. She was laughing now. "This is too easy. I could do this backwards."

"You're right ma'am. This is too easy. You can step off that line now ma'am."

I placed myself on the road beside her with my face down. "Let's start on my legs and move forward."

"You have a tight back or something officer?" She seemed pretty amused now.

"Let's start, shall we?"

"Sure. Whatever you say officer." Another giggle followed. She placed her right foot again on the back of my knee. "This is a little tough officer. Could I just start a little higher please?"

"She must be loaded," I thought. "Okay," I told her.

Then I felt her right foot, just under my butt, and on my thighs. Then she adjusted and readjusted. This was heaven. She lifted her left foot and kept it on my left cheek. Seconds later, her right foot followed. She seemed heavier than 135 lbs. She was at least 145 lbs. It felt better to my inner masochistic self already. She lifted her left foot again, and this time she searched for a spot to put it on. It was my lower back. Then her right got off my butt, and must have been searching for at least 5 seconds. With all her weight on her one foot on my lowerback, it was pushing in. How much had I hoped then that she had heels on.

"I'm sure this is not usually how you check officer." She was still giggling. Just to know that she was enjoying it made me feel so sore and good.

"Well, I have to make sure that all the women on the road at this time are in the right frame to hold themselves, ma'am."

With her right foot on my upper back, she got off with her left foot beside my shoulder. Of course I was watching her feet. Her toes seemed pretty restless and cute as they wiggled.

"You could have taken an extra step on my head, ma'am."

"Could I? Oh, lemme try again officer. Please."

Boy, she wanted to do this right. "My luck," I thought. "Let's make it a bit more difficult, shall we?" I laid on my back this time. "Oh, you could start from my stomach this time."

I'm not too penis-oriented as you can guess. I watched her place and replace her right foot on my belly. Then she got up with her left foot hanging for 3 seconds, and then placed it on my belly too.

"Say, what would have it cost me officer, had it not been you?" She asked, as she straightened herself to face me by taking another step on my belly. Her right foot left my belly and made it to my chest faster than before. She was getting more used to it up there, I could tell.

Just as her left foot left my belly, I said, "What do you think? You're still pretty loaded, and it'll be another ticket, Stef."

She had her left foot hanging a few inches over my chest besides her right foot all the time I spoke. I figured that her right foot must have been right over my heart. She didn't put her foot down onto the ground, but instead lifted it up so that she could open and close the strap on her left shoe. Thanks to my wife's habits, I was still alive under her. Her thick shoe-sole was pushing inside as if to reach down to my heart, as my ribs resisted.

She must have taken about 30 seconds to bring her left foot down. Then she lifted her right foot, and opened and tightened this strap too. I was watching her blue top covered breasts now. She was breathing pretty deeply now. For a change, I was happy that she was not in heels now. My body was a little sore, and I thought that her bare feet would feel great on it.

"You okay, Stephanie?" There is no other feeling like speaking while having a woman stand on your chest. "What a night," I thought.

She bent her knees a little and said, "Oh, yes. What about you officer?"

My brain was in a mind orgasm. I could only watch her lift her right foot over, and bring it down on my face with a bang without actually comprehending what was happenning. She did it again, and again, and then one more time again. She was good at this. Only a karate student could have stomped me the way she did. Thank God she was not an expert.

She then lifted her foot about 2 feet high, and brought it down. I must have shrieked, but I'm sure that I didn't realize it. She got off, and kicked the side of my face with quite a recoil.

"Have a nice night, officer."

She ran towards her car, got in, and ran away. I laid there for some time, until I heard her car speed away. Then I got up and looked at myself in my car mirror. Man, she was good! There was blood all over. I had a broken nose, teeth,  and a broken cheekbone. Either she thought I was dead, or I was unconcious because of my blood loss. I'm glad that she wasn't so drunk to make a bad decision, which would have been to kill me under her car as she went away. The concept of radio communications was obviously not in her mind then. But I'm glad for all the decisions she made, as I loved every second of it, and also lived to tell about it without anyone who knows me personally knowing about it. Thank God for a drunk Mrs.Stephanie Peters. And a "Good night, ma'am!"