If you asked me a few years ago if I’d enjoy being trampled on, I’d probably have told you how I’m nobody’s doormat.
But, as with all those kinks you did’t think you’d enjoy, something, somehow, somewhere caught my attention. And that kink went from a NO, to a no, to a well maybe in the right circumstances, to I need it!
I’ve always had a thing for stompy boots, I think they are so hot on any gender. And whilst I’ve discussed boots with people I was in for a delicious surprising treat a few months ago.
The Keeper was off on an overnight date so I found myself at a loose end. Determined to make the most of it rather than wasting the evening finding something to watch on Netflix, I took myself off to see my amazing friends Pointy and BeauDuJour. Nothing more planned than a chilled day together with a takeaway treat. Well, that chilled day turned into a bit of a shopping trip for some nice shiny new boots for her.
Later that evening, I was stripped and placed in my beautiful leather hood. Then I was laid down on the floor and both of them kicked and trampled me under their respective stompy boots. Once I was teased and turned on beyond what I thought I would be. I was helped to my knees and told to hump one of their boots and make myself come.
Well of course it wasn’t that easy. Each time I reached an edge I was told to stop and the boot taken away. Then, finally, I was allowed to come. Already feeling humiliated and objectified, it didn’t stop there. I was then made to lick the boots clean after I made a mess on them.
So what was supposed to be a relaxed day together turned into one intense experience. And if anyone asks if I was to be trampled again, my response now would be ‘on my way’!
