iamopie321
11-30-2003, 10:40 AM
Hey Guys,
I thought I would try my hand at story writing, as I feel the need to give back to the community that has provided so many wonderful stories for me. Please take a read and post your comments!
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Billy was just like the other kids in his neighborhood, with one minor exception. For as long as he could remember, he had always been fascinated by female feet and the high heels they frequently wore. He would fantasize for hours on end about being a tiny person strapped to the sole of a beautiful goddess’s shoe and would masturbate at the thought of her casually crushing him with every step as she went about her normal business.
He would also dream about being trampled by the two women in his life, which at that point consisted of his mother Stephanie and his aunt Jen, who was living with his mother at the time. He could think of nothing more arousing than having these two beautiful women stepping on and walking all over him without a care in the world, treating him in essence, like he was just a part of the floor. He knew there was very little chance of ever making his fantasy’s a reality… that is, until he found the crawl space in the basement.
His mother and aunt had always believed that children should be seldom seen and never heard. Not that they disliked having him around, but they never included him in their conversations and if he did try to pipe in, they would quickly lecture him about how it wasn’t polite to interrupt the grownups while they were talking and tell him that he should run off and play on his own. It was this very attitude that lead to the discovery of his lifetime.
One afternoon while playing in the basement, he noticed a small entry space in the corner of the wooden floor. After several minutes of fumbling around with the opening, he was able to pull the floor back, revealing a dark and ominous passage. Because he could scarcely see more than a few feet into the hole, he didn’t immediately venture in. Instead, he decided to find a flashlight and a few other supplies for his expedition into the unknown.
He made sure that he planned accordingly. After all, in all of the adventure books that he had read, he knew that having the right supplies was crucial to the success of any mission. He threw several tools into his backpack, consisting of a flashlight, screwdriver, hammer, and rope. He also added a sweatshirt and stocking cap as he was unsure how long he would be in the crawl space and didn’t know how cold it would be.
With his supplies ready, he went into the study where his mother was typing away at the keyboard. She had spent that last few weeks at the computer working day in and day out to complete her Masters thesis. She still had a solid month of work ahead of her, and because she was so preoccupied with finishing it, she barely even looked up when Billy mentioned he was going to go over to his friend’s house and would be back in a few hours. She mumbled something about staying out of trouble and went back to typing. Now that he was off the hook with his mother, he knew that he could spend the next few hours exploring to his hearts content.
Arriving at the crawl space a few minutes later, he was very excited and eagerly pried open the floorboard opening. After running through a quick checklist of his gear, he jumped in and pulled the door closed. He was immediately plunged into darkness, but switched his flashlight on and had a look around. It took several seconds for his eyes to adjust to his new surroundings, but he was gradually able to see that there were two possible routes, one right, and the other left. Choosing to go right, he made his way along the passageway on his hands and knees.
It was very creepy and he was sure he was going to run into something scary around every twist and turn. He had been in the passage for roughly ten minutes when he heard something strange, but somehow familiar. He froze the second he heard the noises and listened intently for the next few minutes. Somewhere up ahead, he could hear an odd, clicking sound. It would come in bursts of four to five seconds and then abruptly stop. It would begin again a few seconds later and repeat this same pattern. Puzzled, he decided to make his way toward the sounds as best he could.
He eventually came to a side passage and turned to face it when he realized that this was where the sounds were coming from. He could also make out a very dim light coming from the path ahead, which added to his excitement and fear. He debated what his next course of action should be, but ultimately let his curiosities get the better of him and decided to proceed down the side passage. Little did he know that this decision would forever change him and have such a profound impact on his later years.
It wasn’t long before he was very close to the source of this strange light and sound. Although his senses were telling him to go back, something inside of him again urged him forward. Perhaps there was some cosmic force at work, or maybe it was simply his boyish sense of excitement and discovery. Whatever it was, he simply knew he couldn’t turn back now.
As he came around the corner, he immediately saw brilliant, white beams of light pouring into the dark tunnel from above. It reminded him of something out of a science fiction movie and he again had to fight the instinct to turn and scurry back in the direction he had come. Inching himself forward, he approached the light with caution. His flashlight revealed a fairly large grating above him, roughly one foot wide and three feet long. Although the first two feet of the grate were covered with some type of material, the last foot was uncovered and he could see objects in the room beyond.
As he moved forward into the lighted opening and peered out, he first saw what appeared to be a giant, wooden wall rising up on his left. Just past that, he could make out a ceiling fan twirling slowly through the air. Upon seeing these things, he suddenly realized where he was, as well as what the strange clicking sounds were. He was looking through the large vent in the floor of his mother’s office and the wooden structure was actually the left side of her desk! The sounds he could hear were her fingernails clacking away on the keys of the keyboard. This meant the covered part of the grate that he had first seen was the part immediately underneath her desk and that the material covering it was actually a large matt that she had put down to keep her feet off of the cold, steel grate.
As he sat there letting his discovery sink in, a sinister thought popped into his head. If he was indeed underneath his mother’s desk, all that was separating him from her feet and beautiful high heeled shoes was a thin doormat. As he looped his fingers through the slats in the vent, he started to dismiss the idea of using this discovery to fulfill his trample and crush fantasies.
Surely, if he was to somehow slide his body up against the opening and was able to get his mom to step on him, she would quickly discover that something was underneath the mat and would investigate and possibly discover what he was up to.
As if in answer to his doubts, suddenly and without warning, he felt an intense pain in the hand that was looped through the vent. It became more intense over the next few seconds and eventually leveled out.
Although it took him a second or two to realize what had happened, it didn’t take long for him to put it all together. His mother had shifted her legs and in doing so, her foot had crashed down onto the part of the vent where his hand was now pinned. He thought for sure he would be discovered and started preparing himself for the worst. However, when nothing happened after 30 or 40 seconds, his fears began to subside.
He now became lost in a sea of ecstasy as the thought of his mom casually resting her high heel clad foot atop his small hand, crushing it into the grate played again and again in his head. A few minutes later, Stephanie started rocking her foot back and forth, driving Billy’s hand further into the slats of the vent. After a few seconds of doing this, she adjusted her feet once again and the pressure was gone.
Billy sat there for a few more minutes trying to collect his thoughts. He now realized that this was indeed a Pandora’s Box of sorts, and if he chose to open it, he may never be able to close it again. He also understood that he may not like what came out of it, but it was simply too good to pass up. He knew that the Gods had indeed smiled upon him and he had to take advantage of the miraculous opportunity that had presented itself.
Retracing his path, he eventually came to the opening in the basement and pushed the door open, making his way out of the passageway. He then made a b-line for the study to verify what he had just discovered. As he entered the den, he saw his mom still typing away at the keyboard. He peered closer at the mat underneath her desk and confirmed that her navy blue pumps were perched squarely on top of it.
His mind was racing and he nearly knocked over a vase as he quickly turned and bounded up the stairs to his room to formulate his plan. Had his mother heard him, she surely would have told him to slow down and to be more careful, but she had her headphones on and was oblivious to the world around her as she typed away on her thesis.
I thought I would try my hand at story writing, as I feel the need to give back to the community that has provided so many wonderful stories for me. Please take a read and post your comments!
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Billy was just like the other kids in his neighborhood, with one minor exception. For as long as he could remember, he had always been fascinated by female feet and the high heels they frequently wore. He would fantasize for hours on end about being a tiny person strapped to the sole of a beautiful goddess’s shoe and would masturbate at the thought of her casually crushing him with every step as she went about her normal business.
He would also dream about being trampled by the two women in his life, which at that point consisted of his mother Stephanie and his aunt Jen, who was living with his mother at the time. He could think of nothing more arousing than having these two beautiful women stepping on and walking all over him without a care in the world, treating him in essence, like he was just a part of the floor. He knew there was very little chance of ever making his fantasy’s a reality… that is, until he found the crawl space in the basement.
His mother and aunt had always believed that children should be seldom seen and never heard. Not that they disliked having him around, but they never included him in their conversations and if he did try to pipe in, they would quickly lecture him about how it wasn’t polite to interrupt the grownups while they were talking and tell him that he should run off and play on his own. It was this very attitude that lead to the discovery of his lifetime.
One afternoon while playing in the basement, he noticed a small entry space in the corner of the wooden floor. After several minutes of fumbling around with the opening, he was able to pull the floor back, revealing a dark and ominous passage. Because he could scarcely see more than a few feet into the hole, he didn’t immediately venture in. Instead, he decided to find a flashlight and a few other supplies for his expedition into the unknown.
He made sure that he planned accordingly. After all, in all of the adventure books that he had read, he knew that having the right supplies was crucial to the success of any mission. He threw several tools into his backpack, consisting of a flashlight, screwdriver, hammer, and rope. He also added a sweatshirt and stocking cap as he was unsure how long he would be in the crawl space and didn’t know how cold it would be.
With his supplies ready, he went into the study where his mother was typing away at the keyboard. She had spent that last few weeks at the computer working day in and day out to complete her Masters thesis. She still had a solid month of work ahead of her, and because she was so preoccupied with finishing it, she barely even looked up when Billy mentioned he was going to go over to his friend’s house and would be back in a few hours. She mumbled something about staying out of trouble and went back to typing. Now that he was off the hook with his mother, he knew that he could spend the next few hours exploring to his hearts content.
Arriving at the crawl space a few minutes later, he was very excited and eagerly pried open the floorboard opening. After running through a quick checklist of his gear, he jumped in and pulled the door closed. He was immediately plunged into darkness, but switched his flashlight on and had a look around. It took several seconds for his eyes to adjust to his new surroundings, but he was gradually able to see that there were two possible routes, one right, and the other left. Choosing to go right, he made his way along the passageway on his hands and knees.
It was very creepy and he was sure he was going to run into something scary around every twist and turn. He had been in the passage for roughly ten minutes when he heard something strange, but somehow familiar. He froze the second he heard the noises and listened intently for the next few minutes. Somewhere up ahead, he could hear an odd, clicking sound. It would come in bursts of four to five seconds and then abruptly stop. It would begin again a few seconds later and repeat this same pattern. Puzzled, he decided to make his way toward the sounds as best he could.
He eventually came to a side passage and turned to face it when he realized that this was where the sounds were coming from. He could also make out a very dim light coming from the path ahead, which added to his excitement and fear. He debated what his next course of action should be, but ultimately let his curiosities get the better of him and decided to proceed down the side passage. Little did he know that this decision would forever change him and have such a profound impact on his later years.
It wasn’t long before he was very close to the source of this strange light and sound. Although his senses were telling him to go back, something inside of him again urged him forward. Perhaps there was some cosmic force at work, or maybe it was simply his boyish sense of excitement and discovery. Whatever it was, he simply knew he couldn’t turn back now.
As he came around the corner, he immediately saw brilliant, white beams of light pouring into the dark tunnel from above. It reminded him of something out of a science fiction movie and he again had to fight the instinct to turn and scurry back in the direction he had come. Inching himself forward, he approached the light with caution. His flashlight revealed a fairly large grating above him, roughly one foot wide and three feet long. Although the first two feet of the grate were covered with some type of material, the last foot was uncovered and he could see objects in the room beyond.
As he moved forward into the lighted opening and peered out, he first saw what appeared to be a giant, wooden wall rising up on his left. Just past that, he could make out a ceiling fan twirling slowly through the air. Upon seeing these things, he suddenly realized where he was, as well as what the strange clicking sounds were. He was looking through the large vent in the floor of his mother’s office and the wooden structure was actually the left side of her desk! The sounds he could hear were her fingernails clacking away on the keys of the keyboard. This meant the covered part of the grate that he had first seen was the part immediately underneath her desk and that the material covering it was actually a large matt that she had put down to keep her feet off of the cold, steel grate.
As he sat there letting his discovery sink in, a sinister thought popped into his head. If he was indeed underneath his mother’s desk, all that was separating him from her feet and beautiful high heeled shoes was a thin doormat. As he looped his fingers through the slats in the vent, he started to dismiss the idea of using this discovery to fulfill his trample and crush fantasies.
Surely, if he was to somehow slide his body up against the opening and was able to get his mom to step on him, she would quickly discover that something was underneath the mat and would investigate and possibly discover what he was up to.
As if in answer to his doubts, suddenly and without warning, he felt an intense pain in the hand that was looped through the vent. It became more intense over the next few seconds and eventually leveled out.
Although it took him a second or two to realize what had happened, it didn’t take long for him to put it all together. His mother had shifted her legs and in doing so, her foot had crashed down onto the part of the vent where his hand was now pinned. He thought for sure he would be discovered and started preparing himself for the worst. However, when nothing happened after 30 or 40 seconds, his fears began to subside.
He now became lost in a sea of ecstasy as the thought of his mom casually resting her high heel clad foot atop his small hand, crushing it into the grate played again and again in his head. A few minutes later, Stephanie started rocking her foot back and forth, driving Billy’s hand further into the slats of the vent. After a few seconds of doing this, she adjusted her feet once again and the pressure was gone.
Billy sat there for a few more minutes trying to collect his thoughts. He now realized that this was indeed a Pandora’s Box of sorts, and if he chose to open it, he may never be able to close it again. He also understood that he may not like what came out of it, but it was simply too good to pass up. He knew that the Gods had indeed smiled upon him and he had to take advantage of the miraculous opportunity that had presented itself.
Retracing his path, he eventually came to the opening in the basement and pushed the door open, making his way out of the passageway. He then made a b-line for the study to verify what he had just discovered. As he entered the den, he saw his mom still typing away at the keyboard. He peered closer at the mat underneath her desk and confirmed that her navy blue pumps were perched squarely on top of it.
His mind was racing and he nearly knocked over a vase as he quickly turned and bounded up the stairs to his room to formulate his plan. Had his mother heard him, she surely would have told him to slow down and to be more careful, but she had her headphones on and was oblivious to the world around her as she typed away on her thesis.