Face trampling story by FEMDOM

Roman had never met someone quite like Celeste. She was a very rich woman, but she didn’t act like it. She had moved into the top floor of Roman’s apartment building, and he had run into her when getting into the elevator one day. Roman was wearing sweatpants, and his black hair was disheveled. Compared to Celeste’s sleek outfit and her perfectly done red hair, he felt like the building’s janitor next to her, rather than another resident.

He introduced himself to her, not expecting Celeste to even give him the time of day. But to his surprise, she seemed relieved they had met.

“I really need a helping hand to get some furniture together,” she said, giving him a pleading look. “It would be great if you could—”

“Count me in!” 

Celeste looked surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah! Do I need to get my toolbox?”

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One hour later, he was upstairs in Celeste’s apartment, putting together a large wardrobe. He realized she must have had a lot of clothes because the apartment already came with so much storage space. 

“It’s for my shoe collection,” Celeste said. She smiled. “I saw how you were looking at me. Like, ‘how many clothes can this woman have?’ The answer is a lot.”

Roman shrugged. “Hey, you know what you like.”

“So what do you like?” Celeste asked. She was feeling flirty for some reason. Seeing this guy put together her furniture for her was sexy. 

Roman was still in Celeste’s apartment six hours later. She had ordered them dinner to say thanks, opened up some wine, and now they were on her couch talking about themselves.

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“You asked me what I like,” said Roman, taking a sip of chardonnay. “I have a thing that I’m into, but I don’t know what you’ll think of it.”

It was crazy that he felt so comfortable opening up to her like this, but he couldn’t take it back now.

Celeste was intrigued. “Oh, please tell me! I won’t judge.”

“It’s just. . . seeing your shoe collection earlier really did something for me. I don’t necessarily have a foot fetish. But I kind of like a sexy woman trampling me and walking all across my face.”

Celeste took a long sip from her glass. She contemplated this. “You know,” she said, “I kind of like that idea.”

“Really?”
“Yeah!” Celeste bit her lip and put their glasses on the coffee table. “Come on. Let’s go have some fun.”

“Right now?” Roman swallowed nervously. He couldn’t believe it could be this easy.

“Why not?” 

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Roman followed Celeste to her bedroom. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was in a pair of tight black leather pants, black high heels, and a white t-shirt. She looked like a model or something, and here she was, about to indulge Roman’s fetish.

Celeste pointed to the floor at the foot of her bed. 

“I think that should do,” she said happily. “Lay down.”

Roman couldn’t believe this was happening. He hadn’t expected this when he left his apartment that morning. He laid down on Celeste’s floor, while she headed into her closet for some shoes.

“What a perfect way to go through my collection,” said Celeste, sitting on the bed as she put on a pair of long, tall black boots. “I think it was fate that we met.”

Roman laughed nervously. “Yeah. . . fate. . .”

Then Celeste was standing over top of him, and from down below, she looked so much taller. Roman was already turned on.

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Celeste stepped on his chest and slowly walked up to Roman’s face. She squashed the bottom of her boots right against his face, sliding them upwards and squishing Roman’s features. She giggled. 

“This is fun!”

She pushed his face side to side with her feet before stepping off of him and walking across his face one direction, then the other. 

“And this is what gets you going?” Celeste asked in disbelief. 

She looked down to see that underneath Roman’s sweatpants, his cock appeared to be hard. 

“Oh,” she said, “apparently so. Hmm, I think I will change shoes. Would you like to see one of my all-time favorite pairs?”
“Yes,” said Roman, watching as Celeste walked back to the closet. 

When she came back, her feet were decked out in a pair of bright red stiletto heels. They looked sleek and sharp. 

“Fuck, those are hot,” moaned Roman. He was a sucker for the sort of pain that heels brought.

Celeste grinned. “Let’s see what they look like when they’re walking across your face.”

She got onto his chest and worked her way slowly up Roman’s body. The pointy heels dug painfully into Roman’s skin, making him let out a low, rumbling groan.

“Holy shit,” he said through gritted teeth. 

When Celeste reached his face, she used her foot to shove his head to one side and grounded the toe of her heel into his cheek.

“You look good with feet on your face, I have to admit,” said Celeste. “It suits you.”

Roman’s cock twitched when she said that. 

Celeste switched feet then, using her other foot to tap repeatedly against Roman’s cheek, like she was warming him up. Then she walked across him, squashing his nose and mouth with every step. 

“Stick out your tongue,” Celeste commanded, and as soon as Roman had obeyed, she took the bottom of her heel and ran it over his tongue. It made Roman gag, but there was something so hot about this beautiful woman towering over top of him and making him lick her shoes.

“Mmmgghh!” he mumbled, his eyes big and wide.

Celeste laughed and shook her head. “I can’t understand you, silly! Not when your mouth is full of my feet. Okay, I have one last pair I’d like to show you.”

She jumped off of Roman’s face with more force than necessary, making him grunt as she jostled him.

Roman wondered what sort of shoe Celeste was going to come back wearing. She turned the corner a few moments later, wearing a large pair of platform shoes. They looked thick and heavy, the black patent leather gleaming in the overhead light.

Celeste smirked at him, her red hair falling around her face. “These should feel very fun as they’re trampling you.”

She jumped onto Roman’s chest, and he immediately clenched up. The shoes certainly looked heavy, but he hadn’t expected them to feel this intense. 

But Celeste was finally getting into the swing of things. She took a big step onto Roman’s face and leaned forward so she could brace herself on the bed. With this new leverage, she rocked her feet back and forth on Roman’s poor head, walking in place. 

Roman’s face was on fire now. It felt like his skin was rubbed raw, and his nose had a strange tingle inside of it. He took a deep breath through it when he was able to, which wasn’t often. Celeste had now started to march across him. She was heavy in her steps, putting the full weight of the shoe and her body onto Roman’s face. She could see how bright red his skin was, and it made her feel a little turned on.

“I think you’re deserving of some bare foot action,” she said finally. “I think while I’m taking these off, you should get undressed. I want to see you lying there naked.”

Roman’s cheeks were burning hot, but he did as she asked and hurried out of his clothes. He stretched back out on the floor.

Celeste returned from the closet in her bare feet. She ran the sole of her foot across Roman’s cock, and it twitched underneath her. She walked her way up Roman’s body until she was back at his face. She took a seat on the edge of the bed and pressed her feet onto his face, the heels of them pressing into Roman’s eye sockets. She slid them back and forth, pulling Roman’s skin as she went. He mumbled and groaned, but Celeste could see his cock getting hard. 

“You can jerk yourself off if you want,” she said. “I’m feeling generous.”

Roman took his cock into his hands and began to stroke it up and down while Celeste now began to grind her feet into his face like she was squashing a bug. Her feet were soft and smooth, but she seemed to be putting all her weight behind it. 

“We should make this a regular thing,” said Celeste. “What do you think?”

“Mmmffhhhm,” moaned Roman, as Celeste’s toes slipped into his mouth, stuffing him full. 

Celeste laughed. She stood up on his face now and walked down his chin and onto his chest, which took his breath away. Then she walked back up to his face, grinded her toes in against his cheeks and eyes, then back down again. 

Suddenly, Roman couldn’t control it any longer. His cock shot out a long stream of cum just as Celeste began to jump up and down on his face. She didn’t stop until every drop of jizz had been milked out of Roman’s cock.

Finally, she stepped off of him and reached down to pull him up to standing with her. She ran her hand along his cheeks, feeling how hot they were to the touch.

“So, uh, maybe next weekend you could come back and help me put together a bookshelf?” 

Roman’s lips curled up into a small smile. “Yeah, I think I can manage a bookshelf.”

“Good.” Celeste grinned. “You’re the best neighbor ever.”