greywolf
09-08-2005, 5:27 PM
Well guys, it’s been a while since ol’ Greywolf last posted, but I’m back with an explanation and a new story. Over the last few months I’ve been battling an enemy that came home with me from a distant jungle in the early 1970’s. As a result I’ve been very week, tired, and generally feeling rough … but with good medical care and proper rest, I’ve been returning to a basic platform of recovery. Because of the health situation during this time, I’ve not been able to enjoy some of my special hobbies … one of those hobbies being limited is the one that is the basis of this forum.
Well, about 4 weeks ago a very special friend came to visit. I remember well the times that trampling has come up by way of TV shows or other friends, but she always declined the opportunity to have a guy under her very attractive feet. However about a year and ½ ago, I was showing her some Shiatsu information (which involves walking on a person) and some pics from a few trample sites. After looking at the printouts I made for her, she said she’d like to give it a try. She pointed out that her cousin occasionally walked on her back, so walking on my back and my front might be ok. A few days later, she and I were sitting on the couch and watching one of my DVD’s. It happened to be Charlie’s Angels, which has a good scene of “back-walking” by Lucy Liu. She mentioned that when the video was over she’d like to try walking on me. “Finally!” I thought, she’s going to give it a try. She (I’ll call her Deanna) was 5’8”, 135#, and size 8 ½ feet.
After the film, we put the TV over to MTV and she said, “Where do you want to lay down? I need something to help me with my balance.” I could barely contain my excitement, but managed to mostly not let it show (mostly, I said --- South of the border is always a problem). I lay in front of our fireplace hearth, and she used the mantle for balance. She walked up and down my back taking small, baby steps along my spine. Then she turned sideways and walked up and down from my butt to my shoulders. I wanted her to do my head too, but she said she was afraid her feet were too sweaty and didn’t want to make my head stink. (Ah the naivety with the newly initiated) I didn’t insist, and after a while she stepped off and asked if I was ok. “Fine,” I said. “Ok, turn over and let me do your stomach and chest,” she said. I took my time turning over (got a bridge for sale if you believe that) and settled on my back. She immediately stepped up on my stomach and walked in place for a few minutes. Then she kept her feet perpendicular to my body and walked sideways up to my upper chest, then back down. She then turned to face my head and walked with the baby steps slowly up my stomach and chest. She then asked, “Can I turn around and walk back down without killing you?” “Sure,” I said. “No problem.” “Ok, I’m going to do it like my cousin does my back,” whereupon she jumped in the air and turned at the same time. Her feet came crashing down on my chest facing the other way; she didn’t quite lose her balance, then walked back down. Getting to my waist, she turned sideways again and proceeded to dance in a march/twist/sway fashion in place with one foot above and the other below the waistline. This put my south of the border zone into overtime as her right foot came down over and over and over as well as twisting back & forth. Eventually she said, “Wow, I guess I’d better stop and let you rest. I got so caught up in the music videos and the music itself that I lost track of time.” “You can keep going,” I said, but she said, ”Nah, if I keep going until I get tired or lose my balance there’ll be a big hole where your stomach used to be.” (Ah, I could only hope, but she stepped off before I could respond.) “You rest for a while and we’ll do it again after we eat and settle in for some more TV later” gave me hope for a follow-up.
Now, let’s jump to the present. A year and ½ has passed since that week of trample introduction, and she came back to spend a week with me again. The difference now is that the platform for trampling had been recovering from a reoccurrence of the aforementioned illness and Deanna had gained a few #s. Since muscle is much denser than fat, it can by application weigh more and not show as weight. I guessed from looking at her that she was probably at about 160#, so no problem.
The 1st evening, she brought up the subject by saying she’d tried walking on her cousin and he cried like she was killing him. I laughed and called him a wimp, whereupon she laughed and told me to find my way to the floor. I slowly moved to the floor by the fireplace (I have another bridge for sale if you believe I was slow) and she immediately stepped up on my lower back. “Man I’m really still weak,” I thought since it felt like my back was being pressed into the floor. (I should mention here that I lay on a carpeted or plain floor, no mats or beds for trampling). She walked exactly the same way as before, and I could barely breath when she was on my upper back. When she jumped to switch directions, I saw stars. Now that she was more confident, she no longer tried to keep some of her weight off me by pushing on the mantle. All her weight was being pressed down with each step and the jump made my back pop. Then it felt like my ribs popped, but no problem so she kept walking and jumping for about 20 minutes. She then told me to turn over, and I was already exhausted --- but didn’t refuse because I love being under her feet. When she stepped up on my stomach, I thought her foot was going to touch the floor. As she walked, marched, twisted, and danced up my chest and back to the stomach – finally ending with one foot on each side of the waist (just like before) – I was really struggling for breath. “Man, this is sad,” I thought to myself. Every so often something would pop again, but it wasn’t a problem so I didn’t ask her to stop. A few times I touched her leg for a short break and she’d step off for about 2 or 3 minutes, then would say, “Ok, time to go again – new song.” After the 1st time, she just stood on me without getting off for my “break”. Finally I had to stop and asked her for a long break. She said with a big smile, “Last year I was wondering if I’d make a hole in your stomach, but I guess I won’t get to find out this year.” She turned to face my head and said, “Are you sure you want me to stop?” That was one of the hardest (pardon the pun) decision I’ve ever made, but I said “yes”. She let me rest for a while, and ended up walking again twice more before going to bed. Several more great sessions were to be enjoyed during the week, but I found each time I was hurting more --- difficulty breathing --- and really aching after each session. After she left to travel back home, I finally decided to see my doctor and check out my shortness of breath and aching. It turned out I fractured my ribs in 3 places and even cracked the cartilage between the 8th and 9th ribs. I’ve got about 6-8 weeks of recovery for broken ribs, but it was well worth it. After months of being under-the-weather, I wouldn’t have changed a thing that happened that week. This is the first time I’ve ever been injured, so I guess it’s back to weightlifting and floor exercises to get back in shape before the next visit. Oh yeah, another interesting point --- the last night she was at the house, she decided to weigh on the bathroom scales and it turns out she now weighed 205# --- quite a bit more than the 135# the 1st time, and more than the 160# I estimated. How did it affect me finding out? I asked her to trample me one more time that night before we went to bed. 200#s on very pretty size 8 ½ feet and a smile that would warm the heart of the Grinch --- and enjoying the trample as much or more than I did --- and taking charge of the trampling (she still likes to call it “walking on you”) made it that much better.
Ok guys, more on the other sessions another time and the really special one that probably cracked the last 2 ribs. Hope you enjoyed the sharing – a well-trampled Greywolf.
Well, about 4 weeks ago a very special friend came to visit. I remember well the times that trampling has come up by way of TV shows or other friends, but she always declined the opportunity to have a guy under her very attractive feet. However about a year and ½ ago, I was showing her some Shiatsu information (which involves walking on a person) and some pics from a few trample sites. After looking at the printouts I made for her, she said she’d like to give it a try. She pointed out that her cousin occasionally walked on her back, so walking on my back and my front might be ok. A few days later, she and I were sitting on the couch and watching one of my DVD’s. It happened to be Charlie’s Angels, which has a good scene of “back-walking” by Lucy Liu. She mentioned that when the video was over she’d like to try walking on me. “Finally!” I thought, she’s going to give it a try. She (I’ll call her Deanna) was 5’8”, 135#, and size 8 ½ feet.
After the film, we put the TV over to MTV and she said, “Where do you want to lay down? I need something to help me with my balance.” I could barely contain my excitement, but managed to mostly not let it show (mostly, I said --- South of the border is always a problem). I lay in front of our fireplace hearth, and she used the mantle for balance. She walked up and down my back taking small, baby steps along my spine. Then she turned sideways and walked up and down from my butt to my shoulders. I wanted her to do my head too, but she said she was afraid her feet were too sweaty and didn’t want to make my head stink. (Ah the naivety with the newly initiated) I didn’t insist, and after a while she stepped off and asked if I was ok. “Fine,” I said. “Ok, turn over and let me do your stomach and chest,” she said. I took my time turning over (got a bridge for sale if you believe that) and settled on my back. She immediately stepped up on my stomach and walked in place for a few minutes. Then she kept her feet perpendicular to my body and walked sideways up to my upper chest, then back down. She then turned to face my head and walked with the baby steps slowly up my stomach and chest. She then asked, “Can I turn around and walk back down without killing you?” “Sure,” I said. “No problem.” “Ok, I’m going to do it like my cousin does my back,” whereupon she jumped in the air and turned at the same time. Her feet came crashing down on my chest facing the other way; she didn’t quite lose her balance, then walked back down. Getting to my waist, she turned sideways again and proceeded to dance in a march/twist/sway fashion in place with one foot above and the other below the waistline. This put my south of the border zone into overtime as her right foot came down over and over and over as well as twisting back & forth. Eventually she said, “Wow, I guess I’d better stop and let you rest. I got so caught up in the music videos and the music itself that I lost track of time.” “You can keep going,” I said, but she said, ”Nah, if I keep going until I get tired or lose my balance there’ll be a big hole where your stomach used to be.” (Ah, I could only hope, but she stepped off before I could respond.) “You rest for a while and we’ll do it again after we eat and settle in for some more TV later” gave me hope for a follow-up.
Now, let’s jump to the present. A year and ½ has passed since that week of trample introduction, and she came back to spend a week with me again. The difference now is that the platform for trampling had been recovering from a reoccurrence of the aforementioned illness and Deanna had gained a few #s. Since muscle is much denser than fat, it can by application weigh more and not show as weight. I guessed from looking at her that she was probably at about 160#, so no problem.
The 1st evening, she brought up the subject by saying she’d tried walking on her cousin and he cried like she was killing him. I laughed and called him a wimp, whereupon she laughed and told me to find my way to the floor. I slowly moved to the floor by the fireplace (I have another bridge for sale if you believe I was slow) and she immediately stepped up on my lower back. “Man I’m really still weak,” I thought since it felt like my back was being pressed into the floor. (I should mention here that I lay on a carpeted or plain floor, no mats or beds for trampling). She walked exactly the same way as before, and I could barely breath when she was on my upper back. When she jumped to switch directions, I saw stars. Now that she was more confident, she no longer tried to keep some of her weight off me by pushing on the mantle. All her weight was being pressed down with each step and the jump made my back pop. Then it felt like my ribs popped, but no problem so she kept walking and jumping for about 20 minutes. She then told me to turn over, and I was already exhausted --- but didn’t refuse because I love being under her feet. When she stepped up on my stomach, I thought her foot was going to touch the floor. As she walked, marched, twisted, and danced up my chest and back to the stomach – finally ending with one foot on each side of the waist (just like before) – I was really struggling for breath. “Man, this is sad,” I thought to myself. Every so often something would pop again, but it wasn’t a problem so I didn’t ask her to stop. A few times I touched her leg for a short break and she’d step off for about 2 or 3 minutes, then would say, “Ok, time to go again – new song.” After the 1st time, she just stood on me without getting off for my “break”. Finally I had to stop and asked her for a long break. She said with a big smile, “Last year I was wondering if I’d make a hole in your stomach, but I guess I won’t get to find out this year.” She turned to face my head and said, “Are you sure you want me to stop?” That was one of the hardest (pardon the pun) decision I’ve ever made, but I said “yes”. She let me rest for a while, and ended up walking again twice more before going to bed. Several more great sessions were to be enjoyed during the week, but I found each time I was hurting more --- difficulty breathing --- and really aching after each session. After she left to travel back home, I finally decided to see my doctor and check out my shortness of breath and aching. It turned out I fractured my ribs in 3 places and even cracked the cartilage between the 8th and 9th ribs. I’ve got about 6-8 weeks of recovery for broken ribs, but it was well worth it. After months of being under-the-weather, I wouldn’t have changed a thing that happened that week. This is the first time I’ve ever been injured, so I guess it’s back to weightlifting and floor exercises to get back in shape before the next visit. Oh yeah, another interesting point --- the last night she was at the house, she decided to weigh on the bathroom scales and it turns out she now weighed 205# --- quite a bit more than the 135# the 1st time, and more than the 160# I estimated. How did it affect me finding out? I asked her to trample me one more time that night before we went to bed. 200#s on very pretty size 8 ½ feet and a smile that would warm the heart of the Grinch --- and enjoying the trample as much or more than I did --- and taking charge of the trampling (she still likes to call it “walking on you”) made it that much better.
Ok guys, more on the other sessions another time and the really special one that probably cracked the last 2 ribs. Hope you enjoyed the sharing – a well-trampled Greywolf.