A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
Fun early experience submitted by CrushJohny
Hey there, it’s CrushJohny back again. I’ve been gradually jotting down my collection of 100% true stories, spanning from my childhood to the present day. While these tales might not be as thrilling as what you typically find here, I offer you the assurance that they are genuine experiences.
Oh to be ignored by so many careless young women in stilettos . . .
He’d been working as a janitor for many years in the main office of a major fashion brand. Quiet and painfully shy he’d become anonymous, if not even invisible, to his young and lovely co-workers. Many of these girls had previously been models so tall, slim and beautiful was the norm at this place. As the only male in the building, he did all the menial jobs which these stylish women took completely for granted. Small and slight of build, the man went unnoticed on a daily basis by virtually every lady there. He assumed that the well dressed fashionistas didn’t want to talk to a lowly janitor so they just pretended he didn’t exist. In any case, this poor soul had long since resigned himself to silently accepting the daily abuse he suffered by these women who no longer even acknowledged his presence.
A mild story of domination but I’m so envious of this guy !
This is a true experience that happened a couple of months ago. There is a woman I’ve known for about 7 or 8 years who is represents a company that supplies products for the company I work for. Aside from our working relationship she and I have developed a warm friendship through the years. We talk by phone once a week and she comes into town to see me once a month on business.
After we discuss business, we usually go out for a business lunch or dinner and talk. She is in her late 30’s but looks a lot younger. Beautiful long blonde hair, slight build, very sexy. On this particular day, she was wearing a business skirt, stockings and black pumps. She sat in the chair across from my desk and we discussed our usual work business.
Barefoot trample that gets brutal really fast
I got my guts stomped pretty well last night. A girlfriend of mine came back from a bar with me. There was a lot of celebration going on because it was the last day of classes at my college. We don’t sleep together, we’re just good friends. We went into my bedroom to talk and listen to music. She’s about 5’8” 140 pounds.
I asked her to walk on my back for and she responded rather enthusiastically. I placed myself on the floor lying on my stomach. She removed her boots and proceeded to walk all over my back for about ten minutes. When she stepped off, I rolled over onto my back, and she asked me “Was that good enough?” I told her “it felt great” and patted my stomach. “You want me to step on your belly?”, she asked. “I want to see if I can take it”, I responded.
A long and very detailed series written 20 years ago. Worth the read. A homeless man hides in a pile of dirt at the bus station to be unknowingly trampled by attractive young women waiting for the bus.
It’s an early workday morning and the usual crowd of well dressed, young professional women wait in a posh, upscale London neighborhood. Just another Wednesday. The bus stops here to take these lovelies directly to the City of London for their high flying careers. These are pretty girls from wealthy families who would never even think to acknowledge me in real life. See, I’ve been homeless for the last year and a half. Dressed in rags. Probably smell worse than I realize. Just in a very bad way.
Homeless man’s hand gets trampled unknowingly
I continue to press myself down forcefully on the earth in anticipation of some sort of action I might get by her or any one of the other wonderful-looking women’s feet now standing near me. I’m so excited about all the other women’s legs and shoes that I can see stepping all around now, their gathering on either side of this high leaf pile I’m now below. I hope I might just get Cortney to make a small step of her foot to land on me. If not I’ll be happy just to get someone else’s foot to grind down on me. Continue reading “Leaf Man – Part 2“
Part three of the excellent slow-paced story about man’s getting unknowingly trampled with metal-heeled boots
Cortney is pressing her boot’s sole from her shifting hips, her body is forcing her boot’s sole around my throbbing hand. I also love her tantalizing-looking foot profile, as I see her ankle shift in small movements side to side still balancing fully on boots narrow edge of her sole, as her soft tender toes go along for the ride.
Cortney then has suddenly shifted her whole body! Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 3“
Part four of Leaf Man series. Leaf Man gets trampled by two unsuspecting women.
I’m sorry that Miss Armstrong has walked away so soon. I pull out my watch from my pocket with my painful hand. The time is six-forty! I then decide that precious time is wasted, so I slip slowly forward through the leaf pile again. I don’t want to move too fast and move any of the junk on top of my composite pile to give away my position. I’ll try to get close again to my leggy friend Cortney. I am hoping to get some more of her unwitting foot action.
I know that she was just moments ago standing on my hand I get a nice warm feeling just looking at her now.
Part five of Groundview’s Leaf Man series. More to come in April.
Cortney is now standing on me by digging her two thin sharp heels powerfully into the small of my back. I did not see her come at me.
She must have walked around from the rear.
Now that she stands completely on me, I feel Cortney’s five-foot five-inch frame force her two pointy heels to dig in wonderfully and painfully deep into my back, while between her boot’s soles, the air is quickly being crushed out of my lungs as I lose the fight to support Cortney’s total body weight. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 5“
A few more stories from the classic “University Life” series. This one is a fun day at the gym.
I woke pretty early on Saturday morning and quietly got up to not wake Erin, my head was not as sore as I expected but I was still going to have to reach for some pain killers. I went into the bathroom to survey the damage and was pretty releved with what I saw. The swelling on my cheek and around my eye had gone down overnight, the tread marks from Erin and Riah had gone down significantly also. I still had a little grazing on my cheek from Zoe’s kick and a bit of a tread print shaped bruise from where she had stomped on my face, but my morning stubble was covering the worst of it. No black eyes though which was good and the cut on my eyebrow was healing nicely.