Psychologist- conto antigo

It happened a while ago. 

I began to find men’s footwear sexy and kept myself looking at every guy’s feet at the streets. Being straight, I found it weird by having hardons every time a guy in very nice sneakers, shoes or boots pass by me, so I went to a psychologist to see if I were normal. 

I started to tell about my life, how shy I was and after some sessions I told him how was the main reason of doing analysis.

The first thing he asked me was if I found his footwear attractive. It wasn’t anything that makes me horny. Just regular dress shoes. 

- No, Mr. Boyd, these are ok for me. 

- Good, good he said. So I suggest you a new treatment, you will let me know if you agree. This coming week you are gonna be at my feet at all the time in your “hour” so I believe will get used to that and not find it a big deal any way.

-Ok for me

But the opportunity of having some men’s shoes on me just made me more excited and waiting for the next session with Mr. Boyd. How come it will cure my “illness”?

Next week came. Here I was at the waiting lounge of Mr. Boyd’s office. 

- Greg, it’s your time, how you doing? 

- Fine, thanks! -I answered, only looking to his shoes, they look huge...

 So... Ready for the treatment?

- Think so! -I was, definitely.

- My 12’s are ready as well! -He answered, looking at his shoes and chuckling a bit. I must tell you he was also excited of having a new footrest- so, how will you find more comfortable, me on the chair or on the sofa?

- I don’t know, you can decide it.

- Think so too, as you are the one who’s going to be stepped on, right? – He put a bit of emphasis in the “stepped on”. - So lay at my feet, now! Haha...

I laid by the couch sideways and he sat on than put his feet on my belly. Even only with his leg’s weight on me I felt quite a pressure.

- So, Greg, how do you feel?

- Great.

- Are you liking to be at a man’s feet? – He then add some pressure and started bouncing his feet on my guts, that made his heel dig into it and I had to struggle not to get my cock hard, it felt really great, his cockiness, his grayish leather soles, the smell of the leather...

- I am, actually...- almost being sympathetic to the situation

Then we kept going on all this hour, talking about my treatment, how it will be and how long it will take.- I’m gonna take a notebook- he said, standing ON me full weight, than I really felt I was nothing but his rug. His weight pushed my air out.

- Wooofff!

- What? Can’t you hold 200 lbs of a man on you? – He said, with a grin on his face and walking on my chest, balancing on one foot on it and teasing with the other one on my face, showing all the street grime. Then he slowly put his heel on my mouth and the sole on my forehead, leaving a gap to my nose by his footbridge. Then he shifted his full weight on my head, which was awesome, he seemed to be doing this for ages...Than he said “ This had been part of my military training and I knew I would use it someday...”leaving to his desk. “ It’s time to leave, unless you don’t want to. You like it, right? It is your dream coming true!”

- All right, but I have to work...- I said still with the feeling of his sole on me.

- No problem I’ll give you a medical leave, than you will be able to also be at my other patient’s feet, I believe it will be a very nice part of your treatment...My next patient is a very nice guy, I think he wont mind of having you at his feet...

Is that a dream? Not to be working (my job sucks) and being trampled all day by guys in very different footwear... wow!

-  I’ll do it!

- I knew it, you sicko!! He said shaking my hands! “ But you’ll have to promise that you won’t tell anything about me and my patients talk about and I’ll make sure my patients won’t tell about you too.

 -Ok!

 - So now, lie at the patient’s chair and put your head under the chair ruffle not to be recognized by the other guys...

- I did and he called the next patient. 

- Brandon how ya doin’?

- Fine Doc Boyd! Fine

I could recognize that voice form miles, it was Brandon, the country bar owner who stepped on me and made his friends, workmates and even a DJ use me as their footrest and dripping mat, months ago..

- What tha.... Brandon said, with a loud laugh and looking at my body” You have bad taste to furniture, now huh?

- This is a patient being treated from a behavior defy. So, as part of it, every patient of mine will step on him the way the patient likes, if likes and he’s gonna be deaf and never will tell anything about our discussion, so you will not tell anyone what happened, do you agree?

- Ok! You know, I already stepped on a guy before and I kinda like it!

- Really? How? 

- . I had a guy in my bar that put his hand under my boots and some friend’s boots. Can you believe we were standing on his hand and he didn’t say a word? Than we made him lick our boot soles clean and be my bar cast’s dripping mat. The guy stayed all night under my employees’ wet and dirty shoes and he like it...

- Interesting... This Guy also likes to be under men feet, but he’s not gay. Mr. Boyd said. 

- That one wasn’t too... Hey! You mean... This guy... Let me see his face!

- No, Brandon, he’s under the ruffles in order not be recognized...

- But you said I decided how I’m gonna step on him...

- Yep, so?

- So I want to STEP ON HIS FACE! I want to feel my boots smashing his face and see my street dirt stain on his shirt...

- Ok, Greg, out!

I was VERY scared. As I noticed, Brandon didn’t forget about our previous meetings. I went out and he looked at me and let out a very loud laugh!

- So you are so sick, you need help from the doctors? Sicko!!!!!! So do, as I demand, lie under my boots and lick them clean! – Brandon then made me lie at his black cowboy boots and put one on my mouth and the other one’s heel on my eye socket carelessly.

Then the session started, I didn’t even needed to be warned about the confidential issues between the psychologist and the patients, I was completely busy with the strong smell of the leather sole, combined with all the dirt that guy could collect on his way to the clinic.

Of course Brandon forgot I was by his feet because he has so into his conversation that he moved his soles sideways and even put his boots ankle crossed on my chest. His hour was gone and he stood on me to thank the doctor, reminding me that on his 13” boot soles was a 250lbs well framed guy. His boot heel ground on me and he lost his balance stomping me very hard to get his balance back. He looked down at me, said an uninterested sorry and let the room.

Then Craig arrived. A teen in his 16 /17 years old arrived the room already in contradiction. He looked at me grinned a bit, I was introduced and Mr. Boyd explained why I was there and in not more than a minute Craig was with his gray Osiris on me. As many teens, most of the time he put one or bot feet on the couch he was stting so it was easy so cope his hour. There was a time he put one feet on my belly turned sideways and the other on the top of it and I could see his shoes were 11and soles were worn . The time he left , he also stood on me , like I was nothing else but pillows on the floor . He asked Mr. Boyd to step on my face.

- If you don’t break his nose, it’ll be ok..You don’t seem to be heavy either…

- 165lbs! 

- Ok, so go on!

Then the teen put his right foot on my face, first the toes on my forehead, then slowly heels on my nose and mouth. I was like seing stars, even he wasn’t that heavy the sole smashed my nose I was feeling it will be broken…

After this session, Mr Boyd’s shift was over. He invited me to come to his clinic at least 3 times a day, you guys will know soon what had gone…

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SEP 17 '18

Part II

PSYCHOLOGIST II




A week has been gone before the next session at Mr Boyd’s office, but it seemed to be ages. 

I came to my regular session than he gave me a leave from my job for that day as well.

I took my place at the other patience’s feet.

So next was Ray, a basketball jock in his mid teens. The time he saw me at my position he looked confused but soon agreed to have me as his ratty Nike Air Force size 13 sneakers footrest. His soles were very well worn so they gave me a very good massage to my face. Several times in his session he looked at me, grinned and smashed my nose as stomping a cigarette. 

When his session was over, he stood on me pushing my chest, belly and crotch under his 190 lbs, I believe. 

Then came Richard, a stocky guy, with a very mean face. He was introduced to me and automatically put his 250 lbs on my chest and belly, made a turn on me and sat down. He was with a very cool pair of blues hiking sneakers (the ones which are very trendy now, with a thin sole and very aggressive look) . 

Mid term section, he decided to take his shoes off and shove his sweaty sox sole on my face. I hate this stuff( sorry guys it doesn’t turn me on at all…) I felt I kept his feet’s smell for days…
His session ended and I ended a very paiful endurance as well.

Then Eddy, an average build guy in his mid twenties, came for the next session and got a shock.

- What’s that, Dr Boyd?

- That’s a new treatment for this patient, try it!
- What? Step on him? But I am almost 200lbs, I would smash him, I believe…- With that expression of I don’t want, but I want to…You know?

- Try 

- Alright! – Then he slowly put his size 12 hiking boot sole on my face(!) and slowly leaned forward like he was rock climbing me!

- Wow! You act like you’ve done it before!

- No, but it is fun! Having a jerk as a doormat is very fun, doc!

- I know! And I believe it would be also good for your anger management treatment , right, Ed?

- Yep, it would, haha! – he said, while standing on me and looking me sadically.

That session was tough because this guy stayed most of time standing on me, even playing with my face like a ball. I could feel his mid worn soles bruising me , also could smell the very hot mix of dirt and rubber. 

Last guy of the day was Derrick, a very cocky rich guy tall( must be at least 6’) and lean. 

- Hey Doc, so you have a new cushion?

- Yeah, Derrick, try it!

- Ok! Than he sat down on a stool and demanded to be at his Nike Shox R4, size 10. .

- So you like to be at my feet, fag?-He then put his left sole on my mouth, not letting me to say anything. His soles smelled so good I had to try the taste. They tasted a very hot mix of rubber, dirt from the street and some sweet beverage he probably stomped on. 

- Yeah , he does!Haha!I’m believing he loves! Dr Boyd said. He looked excited. 

So Derrick just forgot I was there , moving his feet time to time sometimes adding more pressure, sometimes just tapping, I definitely felt I was nothing just a doormat. 

Then Joey, Dr Boyd’s 19 year old son came to his dad’s office. This guy was very muscular , as he and Derrick spent all days at the gym, like every rich guy does at their age. He has a very nice pair of size 14 light blue adidas sneakers he used in the gym for a while. 

- Hey guys! What’s up?

- Not much, Your dad just have a new doormat at his office, haha!- Derrick pointed to me. 

- What a …- Is it right , dad?

- Yeah it is part of his treatment…- and explained everything to him, as he did all day…

- So… Can I?- Joey said, with a grin.

- Sure!- Derrick said, standing on my chest with both feet pushing my air out under his massive 280 lbs.

Joey than put his left foot on my stomach and the right on my tights, balancing his 260lbs That was amazing! Having 2 very muscular men stepping on me like I was a gym mattress! And I felt I was nothing else but a mattress!!!

Both guys must also feel good of stepping on me because they stayed for a while, talking and sometimes shifting their weight on me. Derrick decided to rest his right foot on my face forcing a bit to adjust his sole on my profile, which hurt a lot!

Joey saw my bulge and, without a word, put his right foot on it, pumping a bit, the others didn’t notice anything.

When they felt tired , they just climbed down, but Joey came on me up to my head and put his massive worn tread on my face , went full weight on it , almost breaking my nose( thank god his soles were worn already and they adjusted to my contour.) I could smell his sole, the smell was amazing!

After that I came home and could not sleep after all that happening!

The Forum post is edited by mxm_ifc Sep 17 '18. 

Contribuição do Leitor- Mão de Platina II

As Colaborações não param, não parem, por favor!!! Vcs são o combustível para eu continuar!

Agora é do leitor Tapete de Nóia

Ano passado acabei descobrindo o seu blog e foi amor a primeira vista, sou submisso e mesmo nunca tendo uma experiência real de ser dominado, coisas como ter as mãos pisadas já ocorreram na minha vida.

Quando eu li a contribuição do leitor mão-de-platina fiquei instigado, como eu nunca havia pensado nisso antes?

Inspirado nessa contribuição. Certo dia voltando pra casa de manhã, ainda estava meio escuro e eu vinha por uma rua sem movimento. Logo avistei um cara de capuz, ele era magro, médio, fumava maconha e estava lá mexendo no celular sem fazer nada, passei por ele e fiquei imaginando se a história de eu ter algum problema na mão iria funcionar a ponto de fazê-lo pisar na minha mão.
No dia seguinte passei na mesma rua no mesmo horário e lá estava ele usando um desses novos Nikes Air Vapormax todo preto.
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Me aproximei dele e disse:

-Oi tudo bem? será que pode me fazer uma favor?

- Fala ai! respondeu ele.

-Poderia pisar na minha mão?

-hã ?(Disse ele estranhando a situação). então continuei:

- É que eu tenho um pino na mão, porque quebrei a mão caindo num acidente, e quando o tempo muda assim de repente isso dói muito.

- Mas pisar na sua mão não é pior? - Não eu já fiz isso antes, quando dói tenho que pressionar bastante pra parar. -Fala isso não "pai", é foda isso ai, pisar na mão de alguém. -Não tem problema, como eu disse já fiz isso antes (respondi já me abaixando e colocando a mão no chão).

O chão dessa rua tinha um pouco de areia e era meio irregular. Ele então meio que passou o pé no chão pra tentar tirar um pouco da areia do solado e posicionou o pé sobre minha mão esquerda e então pisou, mas sem fazer muita força.

-Pode Pisar! indaguei, tentando fazer com ele colocasse mais força.

Então ele pisou, colocando todo o seu peso que não era muito cerca de 65kg no máximo. Ele ficou dando mini pulinhos sem tirar o pé da minha mão, até que eu senti uma dor aguda por causa da irregularidade do terreno e o fato dele estar com o pé em cima da minha mão toda.

Ele tirou o pé da minha mão e perguntou se estava melhor, e disse que era muito leve pra isso. Respondi que estava um pouco melhor e sai praticamente correndo de vergonha kkkk no caminho fui observando que minha mão estava com umas marcas circulares do tênis dele.

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Continuei vindo sempre por esse caminho e as vezes o via, o cumprimentava e seguia, até que certo dia o vi com um nike sb verde claro com o solado branco, e então não resisti.

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-Oi, pode me fazer aquele favor de novo? -Claro, vamos lá. (Respondeu ele já passando o pé na calçada pra limpar o solado).

Sentei na calçada e coloquei minha mão próximo ao pé dele, ele sem nem pensar duas vezes pisou na minha mão e já colocou todo o peso em apenas uma perna, que era a que estava sobre minha mão, ficou fazendo força jogando o peso como se estivesse pisando um acelerador de carro.

Sentia as linhas do solado marcando a minha pele e Embora ele fosse leve, comecei a sentir os ossos da minha mão esmagados e pedi pra ele parar.

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Ele começou a me questionar perguntando como havia acontecido de eu quebrar a mão, e outras coisas acabei indo embora rapidamente de novo e passei a evitar aquela rua.

ENGLISH VERSION

Last year I found your blog out and I fell in love with! I am a sub and, even without having experience a real dominance experience, stuff like having my hand trampled already happened to me.

After reading the Platinum Hand experience, I caught myself wondering, how come I never thought on something like that?

Inspired by this experience I decided to try it out!

One day, early morning, coming back home at dusk, I was coming through a empty street. I soon saw a lean guy in hoods, smoking pot and browsing his phone. I passed in front of him and wondered if the story of having a aching hand would work out enough to make him trample my hand...
The next day, I was on the same spot, same hour, and there he was with a new pair of all black Nike Air Vapormax.

Approached him and said:

- Hey how is it goin? Can you do me a favor?

- Whassup, bring it up!

- Can you step on my hand?

- HUH? he said thinking it awkward...

- It's because I have a screw in my hand, due to breaking after an accident, and when weather changes it hurts a lot!

- Stepping your hand will not make it worse?

- I've done this before, I need a intense pressure to cease the pain..

- 'Tell me no, "Daddy", it is fucked up to trample somebody's hand!

- Nah, it's ok, as I already told you, I've done this before ( I answered already going down and putting my hand on the floor)

The ground was uneven and had some sand.

He then started to scraped the sole to take some of the sand from his sneaker sole and positioned above my left hand and lightly stepped on it.

- Go ahead! Step on it! I asked him hoping to him to apply more pressure...

He then stepped on it full weight ( he was lean , so he must have weighted around 145lbs at most. He then started to hop on the same place until I felt a sharp pain due to the uneven ground and he was full weight and full feet on my hand...

He took his foot off and asked if I was feeling better and said he was too light for it. I answered I was a bit better and rushed away ashamed, LOL, I then saw small circular shapes from his soles.

I kept coming through this path, sometimes meeting him and just saying hello until I saw him with a seafoam Nike SB I could not resist.

-Hey! Can you do me that favor, again?

- Sure! Let's do it! ( he answered already scraping the sole on the sidewalk)

I sat on the curbside and put my hand close to his feet and he immediately stepped full weight on only one foot on my hand, He was going up, forcing all his weight lie he was revving the gas pedal.

I could feel the treads marking my skin and, even though he was lightweight, i started to feel my fingerbones getting crushed and asked him to stop.

He started to ask me how it happened and other stuff, so I soon left and now avoid to take that street,

Thank you tapete de noia!

Contribuição do Leitor- Bar Com o Vovô

Mais uma contribuição do Flávio! Valeu!

Tava lembrando de uma outra vez que fui pisado.
Dessa vez já era um pouco mais velho, devia ter uns 11 anos e estava com meu vô em um bar que ele sempre ia.

Chegando lá, eu logo sentei no chão, perto de um balcão, porque tinha um cachorro e eu tava brincando com ele.

Propositalmente, coloquei minha mão perto do Adidas de um cara que tava lá, lembro até hoje!

Era um Adidas Mactelo Preto.

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O que aconteceu foi mais ou menos igual ã experiência com meu tio. O cara estava de frente pro balcão, bebendo cerveja  e deu um passo para trás.

Ele acertou em cheio na minha mão e ficou por uns bons minutos com a parte da frente do tênis em cima dela.

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Ele era mais gordo, pesava mais de 80kg, com certeza!
Depois, ele se mexeu  e pisou com o calcanhar (que, pra mim, é a melhor parte) sem dó!

Provavelmente, como meus dedos eram finos, ele nem percebeu e ficou mais uns 10 minutos.

Depois de suportar o peso daquele cara por quase meia hora, eu achava que não ia aguentar, que meus dedos iam amassar de verdade, ia machucar...
 Mas não chorei, me senti no dever de suportar o peso de uma pessoa mais velha .
Por fim, ele foi embora e não veio mais ninguém no lugar, infelizmente...

It reminded of another time I got trampled.
This time I was older, I must have been. 11 and I was with my grandpa in a bar he always been to.

The time I got there, I immediately sat on the floor, nearby a dog to cuddle it up.

I purposedly put my hand close to an Adidas sneaker of a guy who was there, it brings me back memories!

Was a black Adidas Mactelo.

It happened same as my experience with my uncle. The guy was facing the bar, drinking beer, when he stepped back.

His shoes went directly on my hand, so he standed for many minutes with his toes on it,

He was heavier, weighting at least 190 lbs!
He then moved and recklessly crushed my hand with his heels ( which is the best part for me).

Probably,  as my fingers were very thin we didn't notice and stayed there for around 10 more minutes,

After handling this guy's weight for almost 30 minutes, I thought I could not handle his weight, my fingers might get crushed and injured forever.
I did not cry, though. I felt it was my chore to suport an older guy's weight.
At last, he left and, unfortunately, no one took his place...

Thank you, Flávio!

Contribuição do Leitor- Mão de Lixo

Obrigado desta vez ao Lambe Tenis pela contribuição!

Eu fui pra uma festa. Aí tinha uma calçada alta. E tinham dois seguranças usando coturno preto

Eu me sentei (e), bem do meu lado, tinha um pedaço de Carne de churrasco que alguém não comeu e jogou lá.

Aí um dos seguranças viu. Ele puxou com a bota o pedaço e ficou pisando e olhando pra mim...

Aí o outro ficou do outro lado. Coloquei minhas mãos de um lado e do outro e fiquei olhando pra festa, tipo "ah vou por minhas mao aqui e to nem ai!", esperando pra esses caras pisar.

Eles ia(m) pisar, porque ficaram olhando pra mim e rindo. Só que tinha muita gente...Mano! Fiquei "puto"!

Os "Cara" não pisavam!

Aí, pronto! Eu fiquei "puta q pariu!"

Eu fiquei sozinho na calcada, (não) tinha mais ninguém...

Ai vem aqueles caras com aqueles coturnos

Eu rapidamente coloquei as mãos, ansioso!

O primeiro subiu a calçada, ficou do meu lado, olhou pra baixo e...

Quando viu minha mão, pisou com força!

Quando eu senti aquela sola suja de lama...

Aí , o outro pisou na minha outra mão!

Pronto! Cada um pisou em uma mão! Eu tava nas nuvens! Eu não tava acreditando vei!

Aquilo tava acontecendo, e comigo!

Mas a melhor coisa foi o que um deles disse pró outro:

- Cara, a gente pisa em cada Lixo, né?

Essa frase foi pra mim, eu sei!

Obrigado pelo relato, Lambe Tênis !

Went to a party, The venue had a high sidewalk, and, close to me two security officers with black army boots!

Sat down and, right beside me, was a uneaten piece of BBQ beef somebody dropped.

One of the officers saw the beef, dragged close to him, started to trample it, while grining and gazing to me.

Then the other officer was on my other side. I nonchalantly put my hands sideways while appreciating the party like "I'll leave my hands there and I do not care at all!", waiting for them to trample them.

They were close to trample my hands as they saw them and grinned while looking to me. It was very crowded though, Fuck! GFY these people!

The "fellas"did not trample me!

I then got pissed of!

After a while, I was now alone on the curbside...

Then those guys with such hot footwear came back...

I quickly put my hands sideways, anxious!

First one climbed the sidewalk, standed by my side, looked down and...


Stomped down my hand!!


When I felt that muddy sole on my hand...

The other guy trampled my other hand!

OMG! Each officer in top of one hand!!! I was in heaven, could not believe it, bro!

It was happening to me!

The best part though is to hear one of them saying to the other:

- Dude, we had to trample some trash today, huh?

This was to myself, i know that!

Contribuição do Leitor- Tio Sacana

Obrigado ao Flávio (nome alterado a pedido) pelo relato!

A primeira vez que eu tive a mão pisada foi com um sapatênis ( não acho o melhor [sapato pra ser pisado], mas a oportunidade tava ali, não podia desperdiçar, hehe).

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Foi na casa do meu avô. Um tio veio visitar ele e eu estava brincando na calçada.

Ele entrou (na casa), depois voltou a ficou encostado no carro, mas de frente. Tipo, o calcanhar dele ficou bem próximo da minha mão. E eu só deixei ela lá.

Até que ele se mexeu e pisou nos meus dedos, mas achou que era algum desnível da calçada e continuou com o peso na minha mão.

Eu devia ter uns nove anos, no máximo, mas não pedi para ele tirar, eu sentia que era minha obrigação sustentar o peso dele.

Quando ele mexeu  (o pé) de novo, minha mão estava toda marcada, com o desenho da sola.

Ele não olhou nem nada, para saber o que era, onde ele tinha pisado.

Esse meu tio era meio gordo, mas não muito, devia pesar uns 70 a 80 kg, no máximo.

(Como) ele tava sem meia, também, o sapatênis tava meio "fodido", tinha um buraquinho na lateral que dava pra ver o pé.

Na época eu não tinha noção do que tinha acontecido, mas hoje...

Uns anos depois, eu fui no rancho dele e tinha um tênis que ele usava pra pescar, também sem meia,
Esse era um modelo de Nike shox, mas aqueles bem falsões, sabe?

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Mesmo assim, quando ele chegou dava pra ver por um buraco no bico que ele tava sem meia , 

Esse eu não consegui que ele me pisasse, mas depois coloquei ele no pé e foi bem tesão! A palmilha tinha a marca certinha do pé dele. 

Outro dia ainda vi ele na rua. Ele estava voltando do serviço  e com aquelas botas de borracha de pedreiro, sabe? 

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Só queria saber se ele estava usando sem meia!

Obrigado, Flávio por sua contribuição!

Thank you Flavio, for your experience!

The first time I had my hands trampled by a business sneaker ( I don't think it is the hottest sneaker to be trampled on, but it was the one available at that time, LOL).

It happened at my grandpa's house. An uncle of mine came to visit him while I was playing on the curbside.

He went inside and then came back leaning frontside on his car, his heel very close to my hand. I just left it there...

Then he shifted positions and trampled my fingers, maybe thinking it was just an uneven surface on the curbside, so he kept trampling full weight on them.

I must have been nine at most, but I did not ask him to take it off, I felt it was my chore of the day to hold up his full weight.

After a while, when he moved a bit, I could see the treadmarks on my hand!

He did not notice a thing.

My uncle was a bit chubby, around 70 to 80 kg (155 to 175lbs weight) at most.

As if he was sockless and the sneaker was trashed, i could see his foot through a hole on the shoe,

At that time I did not realise what happened, but nowadays...

A few years later, I went to his ranch and he had a sneaker he used to go fishing, also sockless.
This was a clearly fake Nike Shox, u know...

Despite that, when he arrived you can tell by a hole he was sockless. 

I could not manage to be trampled by this one, but I later put on my feet and got horny because the insole had his foot shape!

Couple of days ago I saw him in the street. He was coming from work and had those rubber safety boots, u know... 

I wonder he was sockless this day!

Colaborações! Colabs!!!

Confesso que andava meio desanimado com o blog, mas descobri que tenho leitores fiéis que aguardam ansiosamente atualizações e curtem de verdade meu trabalho. Conversei neste fim de semana com dois desses seguidores e eles me contaram estórias muito tesão que vou postar aqui, com o devido crédito, claro!

Aliás, se você tiver estórias para me contar, ou queira comentar se o blog tá legal, vc também pode me achar no Facebook e Instagram como stepped pisado!

I must confess I was a bit blah about this blog, thus I therefore found out I have faithful readers who anxiously seek for updates and really enjoy my work here! I also talked to two of these readers this weekend and they told me a couple of stories and experiences I will upload here, with proper credit, of course!

BTW, if you have experiences you want to share or have some comments about this blog, you can also  find me on Facebook e and Instagram as stepped pisado!

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