Hand Crush Experience

For as long as I can remember I have been turned on by having girls or women step on my feet and especially my fingers. One particular episode in my finger crushing experiences has always been a favorite. When I was in my early teens, I went to an outdoors auction with my family. This auction was set up so that people were sitting in chairs in the first couple rows surrounding the action while the others stood up in the back. The rear section happened to be against some shrubbery which offered great cover. I noticed a lady who was in her mid 30's, about 5'6 and 130 lbs standing on a small crate and also noticed that her feet were hidden from her view by some low branches, a perfect setup! I walked over and sat down next to the crate she was standing on and positioned myself such that I could easily place a hand on the crate by her feet. I sat there for several minutes looking around to make sure my actions would not be noticed by the others. I was really happy to see that no one, including the woman standing on the crate, was paying any attention to anyone or anything other then the auction. I started watching her feet as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. Initially I could see no way to get my fingers under either of her feet. She would shift her weight, but never raise her heel enough for me so slide my fingers under. Finally, someone stood in front of her and I was elated to see her rise off her heels!. I slid my fingers under her right heel and waited. She finally lowered her weight on her heels but the pressure was not that much. I looked up at her butt and realized by the way it was tilted that most of her weight was on her left foot and my fingers were under her right heel. She held my fingers under her right heel with a nice little bit of pressure, probably no more then the weight of her leg, for some time. It was really quite a turn on to feel the pressure vary a bit as she moved and swayed the way most people naturally do, but this heel on my fingers was not exerting what I felt to be all that much pressure. Then she shifted a bit, and I thought she had pretty much 1/2 or more of her weight finally on the heel. I could feel a bit of pain now in my fingers and they were going slightly numb. This really felt amazing and was quite the turn on for an early teen. This went on for several minutes, then she shifted back to her left foot and the weight eased up again. I was really getting disappointed at this point. Then she rocked up on her toes again to see something and all the weight was off my fingers. I was just about to move my fingers to the left heel, which she seemed to favor but before I could move, she again rested her right heel on my fingers and I could again see her weight on her left foot. Anyway, I started looking around to make sure no one had noticed that I was playing with this woman's feet when all at once I felt this incredible pressure and pain in my fingers. She had shifted her right foot slightly back and farther onto my fingers such that the tips were now sticking out in front of her heel and my knuckle was square in the middle of her 1" square heel. I looked at her feet and realized that she had completely shifted her weight to her right heel. Only the toe of her left foot was on the box now. I was not prepared for the pressure her full weight was placing on my fingers. My fingers were aching now and I was seriously trying to figure a way to get them out from under this woman's heel. Well, after a couple minutes, my fingers started feeling cold, then numb. At this point, it wasn't all that bad having her standing on my fingers. I looked at her heel mashing my fingers into this crate right in front of my face and it was quite a sight to say the least. But, I was unprepared for what happened next. After about three minutes of her full weight on my fingers, she saw someone she new and within a few seconds of calling to them, rocked back on her heel, then turned on the heel grinding my fingers into the wood crate! I watched as her heel twisted and ground my fingers. I heard both knuckles crack loudly. Then she stepped off my fingers and walked towards her friend. My one finger was bleeding where a nail that must have been sticking out of her heel had cut it. Both fingers had a nice imprint of her heel which stayed there for over an hour. My fingers ached for days and I still have a small scar on one from where her heel cut it. This was not the only time a woman had stepped on my fingers, but it was the best experience of this type I have ever had.