Trampling - These Boots Were Made For Walking...
• Fetishes
Trampling was the first dominant act I found highly sexual, and like all D/s it has a wonderful range from almost purely spiritual (the feeling of the body weight in an abstract and playful sense) to downright nasty (quasi-violent trampling mixed with verbal and other abuse).
When I told Richard about my desires as we were beginning to talk about each other’s D/s thoughts, he says he panicked and had an image of himself being splattered all over the walls. My own fantasies have been very smooth and sexy and involve walking on the man as if he’s a continuation of the floor, or at worse some level object to step up onto. Clearly it’s an act that should cause pain, temporary marks, etc, but it should also be safe. There is also a heavy (no pun intended) psychological component which is easily understood by anyone.
The reality of trampling has been more complicated for me. Trampling safely but dominantly is a skill which seems to need to develop over time. So far I have managed only short trample sessions since it’s tiring keeping balanced on Richard. Often I will revert to simply sitting and doing heel torture. He has several times offered himself to be trampled, begged for it, because he knows how much it pleases me. Thankfully he’s unlearned a lot of what he read online, where trample tops seem to compete to do the most rough and dangerous things.
For me there are two types of trampling. One type is the typical domina trample, in which you berate, belittle and abuse in other ways the slave while you are also of course walking on him. Forcing him to worship and lick the soles of your shoes/boots are part and parcel of this style of trampling.
The other type of trampling is more abstract and spiritual and is to create the feeling that the slave is naturally a part of the floor and you’re walking on him. This ideally has a less intentional quality to it and is more fantastic - that he is being trampled feels more ‘coincidental’ and I like to pretend I’m unaware that I’m even trampling him. This adds to his objectification or even psychic annihilation and bliss and can remain sensual with only mild pain. It creates the possibility for some delicious mind games.
My favorite kind of trampling is definitely the second I have mentioned. There are plenty of times to be really mean to a slave. I have something encoded within me that makes the objectification of the slave and his almost voyeuristic enjoyment of my body weight something that makes my soul soar. However, it requires the slave to be in a ditch to make him level to the floor, or to be in an underfloor compartment where walking on the floor panel transfers weight directly to the tramplee (he who is being trampled). This final design has the added bonus of being extra safe since sharp heels and corners are eliminated completely.
Comments
My first mental image was of a woman in sharp heels jumping up and down on a guy. “Trampling” has too many dangerous connotations like stampeding cattle.
I think it was mostly the silly trample bottoms. The guys who are proud of broken ribs. They certainly painted an unsafe image.
The times I’ve managed to overcome my inhibitions and ask you to stand and walk on me have been very blissful.
All my love.
Posted by: Richard | July 11, 2005 5:47 PM