Hidden in the Garden pt. 1

It all started with an innocent  conversation that turned into a fantasy discussion. There was a house  party at a friend’s house and Maggie and I were the only ones left awake  and very drunk. I forget how it came about but the discussion ended up  on what I regard as my ultimate fantasy. Being in a carefree stupor I  openly admitted my objectification fetish and she immediately pushed  deeper into the topic to find out what it was. I explained about the  idea of being used only by women obviously, as a seat or part of the  floor or any other object that is regarded as something natural to use.  She sat opposite me in an interested manner, her curly dark hair hanging  at her shoulders, her perfect 21 year old figure poised on the edge of  the sofa with her hands fidgeting in her lap. Maggie stood at 5ft 8”  with a figure of typical fit young women. Pert breasts pushed together  to show a line of cleavage in her V neck jumper and her thighs were nice  and smooth protruding from her knee length skirt. Staring at me with  those big brown eyes, I half expected her to laugh out load at my  confession but she sat in silence then eventually asked
“Seriously, that is your biggest fantasy? Well at least that could be  carried out without breaking up a marriage or catching a STD or  something.” She gave a little laugh and sipped some more vodka.
“Well looks like it will never happen for me” I said, knowing that she  fancied me and had done for some time. It seemed odd admitting this  fantasy of mine with a stunning girl who didn’t look at me with disgust  but actually showed interest in my revelation. We sat in silence for a  few seconds and I decided to change the subject.
“Looks like the.” was as far as I got when she looked at me with her eyes slightly glazed and interrupted
“I could arrange your fantasy for you if you wanted” and I stared at her with a cold shiver running through me.
“You what” I asked
“Your fantasy, I could do that for you if you really wanted to do it”
I was dumb struck and couldn’t find words for what I was hearing. She broke the silence with
“Doesn’t matter, just a thought” She said before sipping at her drink
“But, How? What do you mean” was all I could manage before we discussed it further.
She talked about the two of us getting together and how she would  indulge this fantasy of mine so long as it wasn’t too dangerous or  anything. All she wanted in return was that we give a relationship a go  and spend more time together. It was a done deal the moment she started  explaining the idea. At her student residence was a nice garden where  she very often held a girls only barbeque. We decided to investigate the  possibility of hiding me somewhere in the garden where I would be used  by the girls unknowingly. I still couldn’t believe what was happening.  We started going to the movies, and having nights in together and all  the while discussing snippets of how the eventful might could pan out.  She showed quite an interest in the idea of objectification and even  done some internet research on the subject. She asked about the pain  involved if I was to be used as an object and if I could handle it. She  also asked about dominating me with bondage and if I liked the idea.  Maggie placed allot of emphasis on claustrophobia and if I was ok with  confined spaces as It was obvious that she was thinking about it  seriously. The conversations were surreal but quickly became a regular  part of our time together as each part of a possible plan was put into  place. We talked mostly about burying me in the ground barely below the  surface where I could be walked on as it seemed the easiest to  accomplish and I was amazed and excited at the opportunity presented to  me. She repeatedly asked and how I felt about the idea and if it was  what I wanted. Maggie kept bringing up various implications of burying  me as she thought it was the best plan of action but safety was  paramount. I of course, jumped at the idea. I couldn’t believe a girl of  Maggie’s beauty would even contemplate the idea of such a strange  scenario but our relationship was blossoming and we were becoming much  closer and open about it.
It was agreed that, for the night in question Maggie would surprise me  with what she had planned. All my particular interests were explained  and Maggie was now knew most of them anyway. If I was to be used as a  floor I would have to deal with whatever a normal floor goes through.  Pain would have to be dealt with, crushing endured and whatever else  happens because under no circumstances would I be coming out until it  was over. This was made absolutely clear and I had to agree or the whole  thing was off. I remembered her words as she laid it out
“Once you are hidden, you can’t come out until it’s over. I can’t have  anyone knowing your there because it would land us both in a lot of  trouble” Suffocation was a factor that Maggie meticulously planned and  she assured me it was well taken care of as was the potential for  discovery. It brought an immediate hard on when she explained that I  would be seen as nothing more than a piece of the ground and it was all  taken care of. Our everyday sexual relationship was normal and we  decided that this sort of thing was for fantasy enjoyment only and had  no place in the bedroom so the sexual tension for me was incredible. I  spent hour’s everyday wondering what was in store for me but she  wouldn’t let on. All I was told, over and over, was 9 of her girl  friends were coming to a night barbeque and they would have no idea that  I would be there too.
Maggie phoned me on the Sunday it was planned for. She had spent all day  Friday and Saturday arranging the “Fantasy night” as we had come to  call it and i hadn’t seen her for 2 days. She laid out what I had to do.
“Come over for 3 and wear some old clothes. When you get here I will  slip into my role and place you in position, sound ok?” She asked
“In position, sounds exciting. What time is the barbeque for” I asked. I  had a nervous shake and an excitement I had trouble to contain.
“4 o clock then on until late but you will be in place by then. Remember the safe word?”
“Yep, free.” I stated
“Good because I won’t be speaking to you when you get here as it is part  of the fun, but so long as you know the word we will be fine. You sure  about all this?” she asked
“You kidding; I can’t wait. See you in a bit” I said.
“Ok then, get ready for your fantasy babe” she replied and hung up the phone. I had 15 minutes to get ready.
I knocked on the door to her house in my old tracksuit and trainers and  waited. The door was answered by Maggie who looked straight past me and  around as if looking for something. Her hair was down at shoulder length  and she wore old faded jeans that were tight around her hips  accentuating her ass.
“Well it’s about time, I’ve been waiting for this to come” and with that  she pulled me inside and slammed the door behind her. She guided me  through to the back garden without saying a word. I watched her feet as  she walked through her living room in an old pair of training shoes.  There was dirt on her jeans and jumper and some caked around her shoes  and I had a pretty good idea what was to come. We walked out into the  garden and up to the barbeque stand. I almost shot my load when I seen  what she had done. There was a camera on a tripod filing what was to  happen and there was a hole dug into the grass just large enough for me  to fit in and around 1 foot deep. It’s really going to happen I thought.  I was going into that hole and hidden out of sight to be used. I shook  with excitement as I glanced at the hole she had prepared. It was at the  foot of the barbeque and it was immediately apparent that whoever was  cooking would be stood directly on it. The other thing that caught my  attention was the position of the table. The barbeque was on the second  level of the garden which was at seating height. This meant that to sit  at the table you would have to sit where the hole was. I stood there  with a raging hard on as she offered a tube to my mouth and pulled some  swimming goggles over my eyes. 2 ear plus were also put up my nose all  the while Maggie was completely blanking me.
“Right, lets get this hole filled before the girls get here” she said  half to herself and half to me. I shook with excitement as she guided me  up to the second level and stopped by the hole. It was lined with black  bin liners with lots of earth piled up on one side. Rolled up at the  foot of the hole were 2 rolls of turf. Maggie gently pushed on my  shoulders to guide me down into the hole and I helped by getting into  position. As I lay flat in the hole I was barely beneath the surface and  the rustle of the bin liners underneath me gave an erotic but eerie  feeling. I looked up at her as she stood and surveyed the hole with me  in it.

“Now most of the dirt is in the hole I can cover it up” she said with  her back to me and playing her part. I looked up from the hole to see  her turn and kneel down by my head. Her knees were hidden from sight  behind a large ridge of dirt at edge of the hole and I could see she was  concentrating on the task at hand and deliberately ignoring me. Her  hips flared as she hunched over and I heard her start to say “Once this  is finished you won’t” then she pushed the huge ridge of dirt onto my  head and neck. I watched as an avalanche of brown earth collapsed onto  me. Some landed on my goggles and cheeks and I shook my head slightly to  get it off. The rest fell down the sides of my head and neck and  covered my ears. I excitedly breathed more quickly into my tube as she  quickly gathered and pushed another pile onto my head without  acknowledging I was there. I heard a muffled “Wont be long before the  girls arrive” as it fell over my neck and around my face. I looked at  her beautiful face as she loomed over me and I lay as still as possible  to help with the concealment. She leaned over onto all fours and placed  her hands one by one onto the loose earth at the sides of my head and  started pressing it down. I looked up at her wiggling breasts under her  jumper inches from my face. She was leaning more and more onto the  surrounding earth and using her weight to force it down the sides of my  head. She brushed her hands over my face and goggles then pulled another  pile of earth up to her side. She unceremoniously pushed another pile  onto my submerging face and it was happening so quick it came as bit of a  surprise. She is actually burying me I thought remaining completely  still and getting into my role. Dirt was brushed off my goggles once  more but now my face was just about flush with the dirt. Her hands  appeared at my face and pressed the surrounding dirt down again using  more force this time. My face was now becoming compacted level with the  surrounding dirt. As I lay looking up at her she seemed consumed by the  fact that I needed to be hidden. Her hair swayed as she bobbed around  pushing and pressing the dirt. Now and again there was a wry smile on  her face as she mouthed something I couldn’t hear. My face was still 1-2  inches below grass level when she eventually straightened. She then  shuffled sideways down the length of my body pushing the ridge of dirt  as she went. My nose and goggles protruded only slightly from the  surface of the dirt and a lay perfectly still so as not to disturb what  was already done. The cool earth pressed my clothes against my skin as  it filled the gaps around me. I could just about make out Maggie as she  pushed more and more onto my legs and feet until they were completely  submerged under the dirt. The loose soil was eventually level with the  surrounding earth and just above my waist. There was still a large ridge  of soil at the edge of the hole as Maggie smoothed the soil level. My  chest and head were on the verge of being submerged but she probably  done it this way so I could watch. She slowly stood wiping the dirt from  her knees and ass and then stepped uncaringly onto my legs. The earth  compressed as she stepped around compacting the earth around me. She  remained looking down at her feet with her arms outstretched for balance  as she baby stepped around sinking her feet into the soil. My legs were  crushed by the surrounding soil and Maggie’s weight. The dirt remained  compressed when she eventually stepped off the hole and over the ridge  of dirt. She turned and quickly knelt to push more soil onto me to bring  the compacted earth level again. I felt no more increase in pressure  with the added soil until she stepped on again to flatten it out. Some  of the dirt spilled up my waist and half onto my belly as she pressed  the soil down and dragged it around with her feet. I still couldn’t  believe she was doing this. She was putting me in a prime position to be  trampled and sat on and all the while being part of the floor. She was  actually making me part of the floor just like we had talked about, and  It was immensely exciting watching her going through her motions as if I  were not even there.
She stood, stepped off my legs and picked up a brush to sweep the  remaining earth from the surrounding grass onto my legs. I lay with half  my lower body buried and dirt compacted around my chest and head with  my face level with the dirt. I watched Maggie kneel down at my feet and  shuffle onto them as though it was nothing but common dirt under her.  She glanced up at me with a little grin before kneeling her way up my  body checking the level of the earth as she went. Here and there she  would add a bit of dirt and kneel on it to force it down. She worked her  way slowly forward until she was kneeling astride my chest packing  earth into my sides. The restriction was getting worse as more dirt was  forced into the gaps. I looked at her constantly while she carried out  the concealing and now and again I could see a little smile on her face.  In a slow and deliberate movement she slid her knees up to my face. She  positioned them both sides of my head and started forcing the dirt  harder down the sides of my face with her knees. My cheeks were getting  squashed out under the pressure as she packed more and more in. Now and  then she would grab another handful of dirt, drop it then press it in. I  looked up between her thighs into her crotch, then up to her face as  she briefly stopped and glanced down at me. My hard on was immense as  she quickly returned her attention to the task at hand. My nearly  concealed face between her thighs was now crushed hard into an upright  position with my cheeks and mouth submerged flush with the compacted  soil. She shifted forward again and her feet dragged up to my face as  she kneeled above me. She was still working dirt into the gaps at the  top of my head as one foot draped over my face and the other on to my  side. It was incredibly erotic being secured into the floor this way  with her on all fours above me. I was trying to get a good look at her  feet and shoes when she moved off me and to the side. She kneeled and  removed some dirt from my mouth then offered a kind of snorkelling tube.  She positioned some sort of air pipe then showed me no acknowledgment  at all as she straightened then lowered her hands behind a mound of dirt  and pushed it onto my face. I watched in slow motion as the dirt rolled  towards me and fell from right to left blotting all light. There was a  little more weight as she pushed more onto me and I looked up into the  brown damp earth on the goggles and felt the slight of increase of  weight as Maggie pushed more and more soil onto me. I lay in darkness  breathing through my tube, all the while incredibly excited by what she  was doing to me. I thought about what she did to me legs and wondered if  it was coming for the upper part of my body. I couldn’t hear or see  anything so there was no preparing, and then suddenly my chest was  pressed hard in 2 places and I realised she had stepped onto me. Dirt  was being forced down the sides of my body in a rhythmic trampling  action. The pressure was incredible and was increasing. All around, I  was being clamped by the earth as it was compacted. My nose was squashed  flat and my head pushed into the earth below me as the force above  moved onto my neck and face. The loose beads of earth that rested on the  goggles were now smudged flat as Maggie trampled the earth down and me  with it. My head and body became secured in its position as she walked  around levelling the ground out. The pressure increased until it was a  constant all around. I could distinguish where she was stood as the  earth bulged into my body, and when she stood, the pliable earth  squashed and moulded around me as the pressure seemed to push from all  directions. I was in a state of mummification as the cool dirt around me  held me in a vice like grip and I was all too willing to play my part  as the floor. My breathing was restricted but ok as my chest moved just  enough to create a breathing gap. It was extremely erotic in that  position and knowing what she had planned for tonight. I was a bit  worried about how long I could stay like this but although restrictive  it was a huge turn on. Pressure returned then went, then returned again  and repeated with my face and body being pressed and moulded into the  surrounding earth.
All was still for a couple of minutes and I waited in darkness and  silence. Then, there was a sudden pressure crushing hard onto my face  and chest and my blacked out view disappeared. There were two fingers  scraping around the lenses of the goggles and I was presented with a  strange view of what looked like denim material in a grass frame. 2  little cylinders were placed over my goggles and it looked like I was  looking through 2 small tunnels. The denim material shifted and the  pressure lifted. I was left looking straight into the sky with little  pieces of grass creeping over the edges of the little cylinders. Has she  finished I thought to myself. I waited for any more movement but none  came. That’s it then, it’s done I thought. I was extremely excited and  couldn’t wait for tonight. I felt as though I could get out if I needed  too but there was no way I would be doing that. I was wondering if  Maggie was still around as I couldn’t see her. From my view point I  could see, about an inch of earth separating me from the surface of the  grass. The sky was still bright and I could make out the edge of the  underside of the barbeque and the underside of the table next to me. The  earth was cool on my body and face and it was easy for me to be  perfectly still. The pressing dirt around me provided a perfect sound  deadener as I lay there enjoying my new position as her floor. Just as I  was taking in my new position I felt a pressure on my legs, alternating  left to right as it moved up my body. The earth was moulding hard into  me as its position changed. I quickly looked down my body and saw Maggie  casually walking up my hidden torso. Everything seemed amplified from  my position as her weight pushed the earth around my body and chest. She  seemed a thousand feet tall as my chest was compressed under her feet  as she continued towards the barbeque. I could see her feet lifting and  the underneath of her soles as they skipped forward before landing on me  again. She didn’t even glance at me as her right foot skipped above my  head and my face was compressed into the enveloping dirt by the sole of  her trainer. She stopped at the barbeque standing directly above my  head. I could clearly see the pattern of the fabric on her shoe as her  foot pushed down on my forehead slowly increasing in pressure as she  positioned herself. I breathed harder into the tube as I resigned myself  into my role with Maggie ignoring me beneath her. Floor’s are there for  walking on and that’s what I am tonight I thought. I looked up the  inside of her leg to her crotch as the other foot remained planted on my  chest. The damp earth around me squashed and pushed into me and the  pressure was unrelenting as she stood. The earth yielded under her  slight movements leaving imprints in the grass which in turn pressed  into me. As she stood I became aware of the neglect I was receiving as  she simply shifted and adjusted her weight without a single thought to  what was beneath her. Maggie simply stood pushing all her weight onto  the grass beneath her. The thrill was immense as I lay underneath her  feet being crushed as part of the garden. She prepared and adjusted the  barbeque probably for the imminent guests. I was only too aware of the  tiny details from my position. The edge of her sole had a chunk missing  and had dirt and scratches on it. It was merely millimetres from my face  as I examined the edge of her faded jeans resting on her shoe. It  flared out a little and, as she swayed I could sometimes see up her  calf. It was ripped showing the fibres of material splayed out and  sometimes her foot would lift and crush down in a different place on my  face but mostly she stood unmoving with little adjustments in pressure  as she maintained balance. My hard on was raging as I gazed up at her  ass and crotch way above me. She stood there unmoving for a few minutes  before she twisted over my Right hand sight hole and her toes crushed  hard onto my nose and mouth as she walked away. Maggie pressed the earth  into my body as she strolled along me then out of sight. Her fantastic  ass encased in the tight jeans wiggled as she turned to walk down the  steps to the first level and I was left thinking about what just  happened.
Smoke started appearing from the barbeque above me but I couldn’t smell  anything as my nose was plugged. All around me was the silence of the  earth as I lay waiting for the inevitable. It had only been twenty  minutes or so since Maggie put me in the ground and already I was ready  to explode. Soon there would be 9 or so girls here and I’m nothing more  than somewhere to stand and sit. What would they be wearing, how many  would stand on me at once. What would it feel like to be sat on. The  anticipation and excitement was killing me nearly as much as the  unrelenting hold of the surrounding dirt. I waited and waited for what  seemed an eternity and restlessness started to set in. My field of view  was narrow but I could make out the underside of the table to the side  of me and some of the patio area where the guest would arrive. I stared  as far across the patio as I could without moving; searching for  movement.