The stage is work place, where several of my dreams were going to come true but too many losses too. As i have told before, my interest lies more on trample and crush, a little of liking to feet... When I see their feet i only get more feel get trampled under those.
I will continue in chronological sequence and keep continuing in same topic as it goes, so it's not always dream bhagwan in real life. "Be happy with what you get"
Work place was one thing, where you will have so many choices now. Right from young trainees, new pass outs and higher ages aunties etc... variety in age, size, height, weight, structure, regions etc.. Most important thing was I was staying alone in the my room far from home town and there were no restriction for anybody's visit.
In workplace we meet so many girls and get crush lots of random crushes and we use to have labs where we have leave the foot wear outside. Sometimes i used to sit at bench stare at ladies footwear lying there.. see how worn they are, how lucky they are to bare the weight on these girls and women. I used flip the sandals up side down, and watch the flatten sole, wonder what this heel would have crushed. They are weapons of women.
A few months later, a 24 yr old trainee joined our dept, she was cute fair about 5.'5" tall and about 50-55kg light built, had beautiful milk white feet. I was desperate to get to know her but being new it was difficult. One day it so happened, she was stuck in making presentation and i went for rescue. After i have helped her she saw me as if I appeared first time in office today. She relaxed a bit and thanked me and left. Later her friend came to me and told that she said I was looking smart. Then just to maintain my status i told "Well, then ask her msg me and tell directly" and i wrote my number and gave her. After that i was shivering of thought, what if she complains to higher authority. I also came to know that was her last day in office. I was very sad.
To my surprise, i received a msg from her and a thanks and also again she told I look smart. I thanked her and i told you look gorgeous and have a beautiful nice feet. I thought i went too far, but she thanked and told nobody mentioned about her feet and she was happy. We started exchanging more and more msgs and i always bring feet, weight and trample in the msg. I used to tell her i would never let your feet down, i will your chair, bench, bed etc .... She used to tell "Well, prove all those me one day". Now that one day is the one i was waiting. Being far from home place she was not able visit me easily. She always wears salwar nice low heel sandal which always turns me on more than modern dresses do.
Once she called to accompany her for shopping, I didn't have vehicle that time, so we roamed around in buses. She made me sit next to her, sitting next to her itself was like a dream... and it goes further....
Suddenly she kept her left leg on my feet, and its not by mistake, its intentional. I was just turning towards her, she told "You are not going to let me keep my feet down right?". I couldn't reply just nodded and told "Keep both". But bus seats were not suitable to keep both feet on mine. So she kept left feet on mine, half crossed a right leg, so that full weight of legs come on left. It had rain and her sandals were full of mud even though weight was not much the sand were rubbing harshly and the skin was reddening.
In return journey, I told her "I will hold u from seat too". She asked "how will you do that?". I have already thought of this, I told her "You can sit of my hand". She told "OK" instantly. I also told her keep playing with my feet. Thought of this, I went wild of thought, because it was long time ago i slipped my hand beneath a girl's butt. She softly sat on my hand kept left leg on mine. Her butt was soft and spongy but being slim, her whole weight concentrates more, so my hand was feeling the pressure and she didn't mind a bit. Every time bus turns or jumps my hand experience its best... my hand was slowly becoming numb. Meanwhile She was twisting , digging and smashing my foot, sometimes placing heel on my thumb and pressing it hard. She sometimes gets up and sits again so that she can apply more weight on my feet, i thought she is femdom. Her muddy soles were scratching my skin like emery paper.Finally one point my hand lost its feeling completely and went cold and numb and felt as if my hand doesn't exist. Our stop came and she got up, I pull my hand quickly so that nobody can see, but in seat there was an impression on her butt and outline of my hand pressed on it, and because of her warm butt, my hand has given out sweat too. Before somebody could see i rubbed seat to removed the impression and got out.She asked "show me your hand", I did, she saw with a pity in her eyes I understood she isn't cruel but friendly and soft, just excited to be with me. I told her i couldn't feel mu hand, she rubbed my hand a little and gave a kiss on my hand. I shocked, it was first time i am getting kissed. She asked pointing to a impression of line on my hand "What is this mark?". I know what it was, after a moment I told "I think its your undy's mark when you sat on me". She was little embarrassed but smiled and gave soft hit to my shoulder. Then she told bye and walk off saying "We will meet soon".
I was at verge of tears, i will waiting for her return... I look at my hand and kissed an mark and also where she kissed it, took deep breath of my hand where her butt rested. Next day I saw lots small scratch marks on my right foot a beautiful art.
"Its not only weight, its who, how and what"
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