Slave Ceylon: 2012-07-01

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This is a very short story I write based on a dream that I see quite regularly.

Both my parents are working so most of the time I stay alone at home. I just finished my A/Ls and therefore do not have any immediate plans to start further studies or doing a job immediately. Internet surfing and watching movies is my favorites to eat the time. Torture and trampling are the sites that I mostly visit. They are very exiting me but you may think it is quite weird for a girl like me. When I am bored I do a day time nap as well.

One day when I was sleeping on the coach in the sitting room. I saw a hansom man looks very similar to my dream man in SL cinema came inside the house. I was wearing pink colour very short skirt so my legs were fully exposed to this stranger. And it was a very thin black skinny that I wore for top. My legs were kept on top of the arm of the sofa as I was laid upside which is my usual way of watching TV. I can see the guy had a greedy look at me, especially my legs and inside between legs thru my pink short skirt. For some reason I did not feel panic but stay still making a show to this stranger.

The guy came closer to me and without any warning he took both of my legs and bend them under my own body in a contorted pose. I wanted to scream but no word came out. He then sat on my belly putting a big pressure I lost my air in lungs and gasped to take a breath. The pressure was too much so I can't breath. I had a feeling that I am going to die immediately but my body betrayed me. I could feel that I am cumming in this difficult situation. When I struggle to change the position, he easily grabbed my left breast over the thin skinny and queses it harder to surrender me. He then use my ample breast as a handle to keep me in the place. My right breast came out from the skinny and it was easy to him to tightly grab it. The stranger then saw the wetness between my legs this and and push his thumb inside my pussy very roughly. But it went deep inside me without lot of resistance. I climaxed!!!

I woke up with a heavy breath... only the wetness was left... it was a dream... pressure but pleasure dream.

Please listen to my story but don’t hate me as a pervert. From my childhood I had a passion to be victimized in extreme punishments and particularly fantasized about trample myself by others. This passion grows to an extreme level with my age progresses. Now I am a grown woman at the age of 24 working for a cultural academy located little bit outskirt of capital city. I have first got boarded at a paid boarding but later the dancing master of the academy gave me a room at his home so I live with his family for last 1 year now.

The dancing master is at his early forties married to a lady in her early thirties. She was a former student of him. They do not have kids yet and I am not sure they ever interested it anymore. He is a real master in dance floor particularly when teaching. Quite unusually his crowd of students mostly consists with boys. May be it is because he teaches dancing at a most popular boys school in the country. He plays lot of mind games with his students in order to calm their minds and help uniting everyone in one mind. My job here is to look after and service the master in all office and secretary work. He usually takes me also into his classes whenever I am free. I was a star dancer in my school so I liked to work with his close association.

As I told you before I have used to do lot of pervert actions at the academy and at his home which I managed keep secret until this day. You know one of my secret fantasies to get trampled by others. So in my imaginations I lie down on the floor and take all of the dancing students particularly boys on top of my belly. This imagination got grow gradually and I used to practically try to get the feeling. The master on some days used to go out for his other personal work soon after he finishes the class. So I stay in the dancing room alone locked inside until he comes back. During such hours I lie on the floor, take my legs into lotus pose, and put one of table leg on top of my belly. In my imaginations I think someone is standing on my belly. The imagination itself wet me between legs. I keep this pose until my legs go numb due to extreme pose. Some days my belly hurts until next morning. So the day I said above, because of my clumsiness, I did not lock the door properly. So the master came in without knocking on the door. I did not see him until few minutes he is watching what I am doing. I was so embarrassed that day and did not have anything to explain. But I gave a falls attempt to explain I tried to give some hard exercises to my belly to harden it. I did not know he is such a great mind reader. Following day, he gave me the surprise. I was asked to come to the dance floor he was doing a lecture to his students about balancing the body on an unstable platform. Once I am there, he looked at me and then turns to his students and said it is very hard to find a jelly floor without a help of human so told them that I will be their jelly mat today. I was so surprised and embarrassed but at the same time very excited with the idea. He further explained to his students that female belly is naturally softened so it is the best to make use of me for their practices. It was a very exciting thing for both me and all students.

I was instruct to lie down on the floor and master insisted me to go on lotus pose while lay on the floor. His reasoning to student was that it will stable the jelly floor which is me stable. I inside knew why he wanted me to take that pose anyway. All the students were well built but neither one was over weighted I should say. The first student steps on to me and gradually put the pressure on my belly when he takes his other foot to air. He actually took the help of the wall beside. It was my first ever experience in trampling, I had gone to a different world from that moment. The pressure was physically unbearable but I never show that from my face. When he loses balance he steps everywhere on my body but I kept silent allowing him to practice on me. He walked over me up and down for three times and step down. Big sound of sigh came out from my mouth. I saw 4 other students are already in line for practice. Everybody was exited of this new learning tool so all crowded around me including the master. Many of the student s forgot that it’s a human beneath them trampled and they only joy with the student struggling to stand still on me. That was a wonderful experience; I could sense I am creating a very big wet spot between my legs. Finally master came closer to me and step on both my hands. I am now at total mercy of the weight of the boy who is standing on me. Master shows him a pose where the boy has to hold masters arm and stand on one foot. That doubled the pressure on my belly and it was passing my limits. However I did not want to ruin my fantasy so I closed my eyes and decided to bare whatever pain even if I die. They did all their practices for more than an hour and completely forgot about me. I was just another tool for them now. The pain I went through was very sever and I felt like vomiting until I reach masters home with him. I did not have dinner that day and master did not trouble me to join dinner either. I can’t remember how many time I climaxed that day.

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