TRAMPLED

He took a deep breath - an involuntary response to the excitement, and the anticipation of pressure. It was premature.

She hovered her foot above him, before slowly tracing her big toe from neck to groin. A shiver reverberated through his body - he yearned to be crushed, squashed, breathless. Stomped on like a little bug, inconsequential and inferior.

She braced herself with one arm against the wall and placed her left sole on the centre of his chest. She paused, feeling its rise and fall - his breath shallow, and rapid. Slowly she stood upright, allowing him time to adjust to her weight before adding her right.

She looked down at him, watching his desperate eyes glaze over and retreat as he surrendered to his fate. She had taken her rightful place, a physical realization of her status above him. All was well.

Her weight provided him with an overwhelming comfort, a feeling of pressure that forced him back inside himself. He existed now, yet ceased to matter. His mind became blank, sensation existing only where she allowed it. Like an enlightened yogi he was suddenly nothing more than mind, body and breath as one. The relief of this was all encompassing, and he could do nothing more than allow his awareness to move in time with her.

Heel to toe. Foot to chest, to stomach, to thigh... beyond.

She grinned down at him, aware that her footsteps had become a moving meditation for them both. She watched him take her weight, just as she simultaneously removed the one she knew sat upon his shoulders. She moved and felt her power with each tread, their connection a consummation of his place beneath her .

Eventually she stood aside, watching his awareness slowly return and spread. His eyes had squeezed shut the moment he had capitulated, and now they blinked open, searching for her. They met one another's gaze, both with a subtle smile in recognition of their unison. She nodded to him, and he recited the closing prayer.

Thank you Ma’am