Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 3 (3)

This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series Trampling girl in a store

written by andsonpoa
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A few days later, I stopped by to see Ida-Lisa, who was alone in the store. She looked less annoyed than the last time I’d seen her. She was unpacking some things, so I could watch her in peace. I liked it when she dropped an empty bag on the floor and accidentally stepped on it. “This is where the bags should be,” I said, my voice tinged with longing. “What kind of person are you?” Ida-Lisa asked as she turned around, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Hi, my name is Ove,” I said, glancing at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “Oh, really?” Ida-Lisa replied. “I’m going to work as a walkway mat from now on,” I said, casting another glance at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I didn’t order anything like that, but lie down in front of, or rather, behind, the checkout counter, and I’ll give it a try.” I walked over and lay down. I had barely settled in when the first customer walked in. Ida-Lisa walked toward me with a welcoming smile for the customer, who didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. She just picked out what she wanted and lined it up at the register. Standing gently on me, Ida-Lisa talked with her. They then stood there chatting about nothing for a while. I enjoyed being flattened under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I know you’ve started working out, but I didn’t realize it would affect your height,” said the customer, who happened to be the known hairdresser, amused. She leaned over the counter and looked down at me as I lay there, smiling at her. “You’re such a dodgeball, lying there,” she said with a playful wink in my direction. “Yeah, I’m lying here enjoying myself under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops.” Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 3 (3)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 2 3 (3)

This entry is part 2 of 3 in the series Trampling girl in a store

written by andsonpoa
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After Ida-Lisa had trampled all over me, her flip-flops had left some dirty footprints on my T-shirt. Unfortunately, they disappeared when I had to wash the clothes, so I came up with the idea of making them more permanent. I didn’t have the slightest idea how to go about it, so I looked up information on printing on textiles. I found a type of dye powder that you mix with water, which was supposed to create a durable finish on the print. Ida-Lisa was on board with my idea. I wanted the imprint to look as natural as possible, so one day when the ground was damp from light rain, I folded up a white T-shirt. When I saw a young woman scampering by in flip-flops, I hoped she’d come into the store. With my heart pounding with anticipation, I placed the T-shirt just inside the store door. I was incredibly lucky when the young woman headed straight toward me. She took a few steps on my T-shirt, leaving a pair of footprints from her sandal soles right across the T-shirt’s stomach and chest. Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 2 3 (3)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 3 (2)

This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series Trampling girl in a store

The author writes about experiences with a likeminded girl who trampled him on multiple occasions

written by andsonpoa
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Right on time every day, a very cute girl with the most wonderful figure I’d ever laid my eyes on showed up outside my small workshop space. During the summer, her very beautiful and sexy feet were tucked into one of several different pairs of flip-flops. I don’t know why she always arrived at exactly same time, though I knew she worked at one of the nearby stores. I had my little repair shop in a basement room with a small window facing an open staircase with three steps. The company that owns the building has set up a collection point for recyclables. I could watch, relatively undisturbed, as the girl climbed those few steps. One day, she apparently couldn’t fit a cardboard box into the slot where they were supposed to be placed. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her drop the box down below the stairs and stomp on it, flattening it. She used her wonderful feet to bend it up before bending down to pick it up. Her blue eyes met mine as she stared straight into my eyes with an amused smile. She waved at me teasingly, and I responded with a blown kiss. Unfortunately, I couldn’t open the window, so I could only stare at her gorgeous feet as she climbed back up the stairs. Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 3 (2)“

The Violinist 4 (2)

A female author writes about devotion to a dominant female from male perspective, very seductive, well written

written by Miss_clinton
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

first published 15.05.2018

I remember like it was yesterday opening that case, slowly lifting the lid, running my fingers along the velvet interior, not even daring to touch the smooth hard wood of the violin itself. It was days before I had the courage to actually touch it, weeks before I finally lifted out from the case and held it aloft. I was in awe, more than that, I was scared by it, by what it meant to me, of the memories. It was so much a part of my grandfather, so much a part of my childhood. All those years staring up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his fingers dancing along its neck. They say he was the best of his generation, a true virtuoso. The music flowed from him, flowed directly into my soul, not so much sound as pure emotion. I could feel it reverberate through every cell of my body, it wasn’t something external, it somehow seemed to come from within me. Every note, every pause, every moment took me into an ever more dreamlike state. It was my religious ecstasy, my paradise. I felt so close to him, connected by the pure emotion of his music. When he played, the world simply melted away, it stopped to listen, sat in rapture until he was finished, until he shut that magical violin back in its case and the spell was broken.

I hadn’t seen him for years. We’d fallen out as I grew up, drifted apart. His death had devastated me nonetheless, not the death of who he had been then, but of who he was all those years ago. The idea that I would never, that no one would ever, hear him play again was too much, too painful. That something that beautiful, that untouchably sublime, could just disappear forever. I wept for the music as much, more perhaps, than for the man. I wept for days, lost in despair, raging against the futility of it all, the cruelty of impermanence, the silence. Continue reading “The Violinist 4 (2)“

Russian self defense student 2.5 (4)

The author reminisces about an experience being trampled by a female self defense student

written by ckj03
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Well, excuse me if my stories aren’t very well written, but they are all true. I’ll give you one with a girl who was an awesome trampler. Her name is Milana. She’s Russian, 5’10 about 140 lbs, with a size 9 shoe.

I met her online and offered her a free self-defense class, as I used to teach free lessons, being in martial arts for over 10 years at the time. It happened about two years ago. Continue reading “Russian self defense student 2.5 (4)“

Pizza Girl 4.2 (5)

written by andsonpoa
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My neighbor Edna and I decided we’d go grab a pizza at the best pizzeria in town, down by the square in the old center of the town. Since it was Sunday, a very young and cute girl was working. As far as I understand, she’s some kind of relative of the pizzeria owner. She only works on Sundays, so I used to take the opportunity to pick up pizza there just to get a sneak peek at her lovely body. The girl was a little over 1.60 meters tall with a flat stomach and beautifully shapely legs. She has a wonderfully shaped behind and nice breasts. Her face is very cute in a Southern European way, framed by her gorgeous black hair. Her black eyes are always bright and cheerful. She always wears a red shirt with the pizzeria’s logo and black, form-fitting pants that were a little long, with a hem that fell over the white sneakers she always wears. Continue reading “Pizza Girl 4.2 (5)“

True Car Crush 4.8 (8)

written by crushed1000
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

Submitted by Zawey

I’ve been a trample fan for all of my adult life and I’m sure like many of you guys have spent hours trawling the net for good trample and crush sites. Recently I’ve found some good car crush sites and this has really interested me. The thought of being run over by a beautiful woman has gripped me for some time, so when my chance came I couldn’t resist. This is how it happened.

I live in rural England in a village of around 200 dwellings. Near to my home is a lane leading to the countryside with six individual properties built along one side. At the far end is a single storey home occupied by an attractive blonde lady in her mid thirties with her teenage daughter. Slim build about 5ft 10ins tall, she is a real “Yummie Mummy”. I’d seen her a couple of times in the village post office and she had become my real fantasy woman. Continue reading “True Car Crush 4.8 (8)“

A Trip to the Countryside 4.8 (10)

A fantasy about a beautiful girl and her cowboy boots

written by Tran
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John was your regular, everyday, normal boy. Ordinary height, build, and generally uninteresting to the naked eye. But there was something special about him, something so exciting but yet too sensitive to talk about with anyone but himself. He had a trampling fetish. He always fantasized about being under the feet of women and being humiliated by them; it just gave him an unexplainable spark for life. He had a fictional trampling scenario with every girl at his school, even some teachers too! Some could call this creepy, but in his eyes it was all a big plan that would eventually come to be. And it would, even though John didn’t see it at the time, his big journey into realizing his dreams would begin the day he went on a trip to the countryside with his parents.

It was a sunny morning, perfect for outdoor expeditions, something that fueled John’s father to take the whole family out to the countryside to enjoy some fresh air and escape the fumes of the city. With that said, John, his mother, and his sister Emily all got in the car with his father and began their adventure. But John had his very own adventure to live, he just didn’t know it yet. When they arrived at their destination, a small village consisting mainly of farms, John was already bored, itching to return home and continue the gaming session he left unfinished when his father had this “fantastic” idea of family bonding. But this wasn’t happening since they would be stuck there at least until the afternoon, so he took a walk around, trying to see if there was anything worth checking out in that tiny little village. While walking, he came across many farms, but one specifically caught his eye, one that was run by a girl around his age. Continue reading “A Trip to the Countryside 4.8 (10)“

First time getting trapped under shoes 4.8 (5)

written by ausdoormat
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I remember, since I was young, wanting to be walked on, stood on by girls.

At school, when I was very young, I would look at the teachers’ heels but was always too scared to put my finger or hands near them

I remember sitting on the grass area one day for an outdoor event and a teacher saying, “Please sit behind the yellow line on the grass; make sure your hands are behind the yellow line.”

If your fingers and hands are not behind the line, I will stand on them.

Then she walked along the line. Continue reading “First time getting trapped under shoes 4.8 (5)“

University Life part 32 5 (2)

written by StompedAllOver
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The girls left me to clean myself up in the bathroom and when I eventually came out I went into the kitchen to get some paracetamol.  My whole head but in particular my nose was absolutely throbbing.  I downed the tablets with a glass of water and turned round to face the girls.  They were sitting at the counter having a coffee.  Erin had her phone and said “let me take a quick pic of your nose.  The rest of the girls want to see.”  She snapped a couple of pics of my face and then handed me the phone and said “take a pic of our boots.”  She sent them off to the group then put her phone down.

Riah looked at me and said “ready for round 2?” as she finished the rest of her coffee.  “Are you fucking joking?” I replied, “you broke my nose It’s going to be a while before you stand on my face again.”  “Oh man up will you”, replied Erin sarcastically, “it’s just your nose.  If you want your face stood on what do you expect is going to happen?”  “Yeah I know, and I don’t mind” I replied “but you need to give it a few weeks now to heal.”  “Haha”, replied Riah “I think we all know that’s not going to happen”.  “Exactly” agreed Erin. Continue reading “University Life part 32 5 (2)“