A Trampling Fetish Story: Longing To Give Control

 You finally have a moment to yourself.

How my trampling fetish began, was after a long work day. Sliding on to a bar stool, in the hotel’s lounge. It’s 7pm and you have had a long day of making decisions for everyone. Endless presentations and high-pressure meetings. Correcting the actions of the new VP of this extended branch of your firm. It’s like he is a spoiled teenager, have been just a few of this week’s headaches. At the same time, your wife keeps calling about the monthly dinner plan she needs you to approve by tomorrow and the new chauffeur you were supposed to hire.

You are the CEO at work and the CEO of your home.

The pressure to stay on top and always be the authority and in control is constant in your life. And then you remember something you overheard today about a trample fetish story. It reminded you of the first time you heard about the fetish of trampling a couple months ago. Someone in this very bar, last time you visited this area, was talking about a woman they met here, with the most beautiful size 7, high arched angel feet.

The man was telling his friends about his erotic trample fetish story. All about how it was amazing to have this beautiful goddess, with ocean-blue eyes and long, sensual legs, take control of him. Thankfull, she didn’t ask any questions about what he wanted.

She pushed him down on the bed preparing him for the trampling fetish

She stripped him and then, first with her shoes off, she rubbed her soft smooth soles all over his face, chest and cock. Then she put her stilettos back on and walked, jumped and stomped all over him. He was bragging about how when she got to his cock, he came so hard!

Of course you were embarrassed and surprised by what he was saying and that you were listening to this obviously intimate conversation, when you felt your dick was hard as a rock! You were so turned on and almost turned around and ask them if she was there now. You had never heard of this trampling fetish idea! Oh, the thought of having tiny soft feet and high heeled shoes, trampling all over his body, taking complete control of him and making all the decisions, was total ecstasy! The idea of not being the authority, in control of even his orgasm, in a completely submissive way, as in the stranger’s trampling fetish story, was the most aroused you have been for a long time.

You wanted your own trampling fetish story!

You desperately looked around the lounge and tried to casually check the booths, with the high-backs; protecting their occupants against prying eyes. There aren’t many people here tonight, you think, dejected. It is a Thursday night and that story was probably made up, to impress that guy’s friends! He was just blowing smoke, trying to look suave, to some new friends, you guessed. There was no real trampling fetish story; it was just some lame, boring guy’s way to look cool. It was probably more like a one night stand.

Then suddenly, a sexy brunette, with fantastic legs and tiny stilettos, slides into the stool two places away from you. She looks over at you, with her baby-blue eyes, flashes a sweet grin and winks. She orders a vodka-soda, with a twist and then turns her legs towards you. Like a lady, the woman  crosses her legs again, obviously trying to get your attention. You look down; your mouth agape as you stare at her small, high arches and shiny black, 4 inch heels and the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

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