Office machines repirman 5 (6)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

A few years ago I had a job repairing office machines. One day I was working in this office, and the space I had to work in was constantly being crossed by some rather fine looking women. Most wore high heeled shoes, and there was about a fifty fifty mix of women wearing slacks and dresses. Since this machine was a copier, I laid down a standard paper type disposable drop cloth so as to keep any of the toner off the floor. I had a housing I needed to repair sitting on the drop cloth, and I was kneeling down and working on it. Continue reading “Office machines repirman 5 (6)“

A Bad Day 3.7 (9)

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

I was feeling very down. I swam my hardest but was way out of my league. I never should have agreed to enter the race because swimming was not my thing.

So I took the long way back from the pool to avoid people, and went through the underground passage beneath the stadium. I was still wearing my swimmers and bare feet, with just my towel over my shoulders. Continue reading “A Bad Day 3.7 (9)“

Party Time 4.8 (6)

A sequence of incidental events got a hand unknowingly impaled by a wooden mule

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

It was a very hot night, so as much as I hated going to parties, the invitation from my neighbor to his pool party was just too good to pass up. I hated this guy, he had no idea, though. He was pretty shallow and churned through stunning girlfriends way faster than I could eat hot dinners. He was so detestable, tall, good looking, fit, and worst of all, rich.

He was also computer illiterate, and had purchased an amazing array of hardware based just on price, I was sure. That lucky salesman must have seen him coming and made out like a bandit. Then, as the resident local geek, he kept hitting me up to fix his many issues. I would have loved to fix the issue between his ears with a baseball bat. But he was generous, he was way too friendly, he was easy to hate, but I could not bring myself to break away from his bloody charismatic grip. Continue reading “Party Time 4.8 (6)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 4 4.3 (3)

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part four of four

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

— Part Four —

It was well into the following day when I woke. I could hear movement, but I was in very poor shape, pain bursting from all over my body. Kimberly was moving around me, humming happily. She jumped on the bed and looked me right in the eyes as I panicked at her proximity. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” she joyfully welcomed me to the day. She looked so pretty with her face lightly made up. And her large mop of red-brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She had a bright red tight top on that showed her fantastic breasts and tight stomach off very well. She sat back and stood up. Wow, she was wearing skin tight white jodhpurs tucked into shiny black knee high riding boots. Expensive looking. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 4 4.3 (3)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 3 5 (1)

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part three of four

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

— Part Three —

My magnificent tormenter stepped down off me and jumped on her bed. She looked excited as she threw off her horrible football boots with the nasty metal studs. I was glad to see them go until my mind wandered to what was next. Kimberly was now giggling and playing with her feet, but I could not see what was giving her such glee.

She swung her lovely legs over the edge of the bed and dangled her new footwear in front of my face. I was having trouble seeing her new weapons due to the pain, tears, and blurred vision in one eye. What I could see were very bright red, orange and yellow soccer boots with crazy looking plastic cleats. I could not quite make them out, but they looked nasty. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 3 5 (1)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 4.5 (2)

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part two of four

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

— Part two —

Kimberly rubbed her incredible lycra clad body against my bare skin, then lifted one of those evil steel spiked heels out of my instep, putting all her weight on the other heel. She rubbed her boot against my leg, dragging the sharp heel up my calf, then pushed the heel back down the side of my leg, scratching it badly and drawing blood. Then she did the same to her other leg, dragging the heel up then driving it back down along my poor skin.

She stepped back and surveyed her work with her hands on her lovely hips. She then sat back on her bed and said, “Had enough of these bad boys yet, got enough holes?” I could not answer, I was still sobbing in pain. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 4.5 (2)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 1 4.7 (3)

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part one of four

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

— Part one —

Kevin, one of the guys I knew from work, asked me to double date with him and his girlfriend at a movie night. It was billed as a quiet night at home watching a DVD with pizza, and his girlfriend’s flatmate was to be my date. With much trepidation, I showered and dressed in my smartest casual for the evening, and went to the address at the correct time.

I knocked on the door, and a very nice blonde answered, dressed in a brief sports top and loose track pants. “Hi,” she said, “you must be Sam. I am Elaine, and Kevin is, of course, late!!” She beckoned me in, and I gave her the chips, chocolate, Coke Zero, and bag of goodies. She loved it and led me to the main room of the flat, it was a large, very nice flat with a great view. I thought she was a great view. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 1 4.7 (3)“

The Doormat 3 (5)

A man awakens in a stable, collared, after a night out

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

Admin’s note: One of the legendary stories, first published Jun 05, 2003

I wake up in a stable, completely naked. My head is throbbing. The hay is coarse on my back and didn’t make for a comfortable rest. I don’t know where I am or why I’m here. I remember meeting a gorgeous woman at a bar last night. Damn! What was her name? Tracey? No Tina. Tall, brunette, a knockout. I couldn’t believe my luck. We had a few drinks; I wasn’t feeling too good. We hailed a cab. I just remembered how easily she hefted me into the cab. Guess I should’ve known. The next thing I know, I’m waking up in this stable with more questions than answers. It’s morning, and I have no idea where I am. Then Tina walks in. Her elegant evening gown has been replaced by a very intimidating black leather outfit, complete with tall, high-heeled boots. Continue reading “The Doormat 3 (5)“

Finger crushed under receptionist’s heel 4.7 (6)

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

Fingers crushed flat under receptionist’s heels at work

I went to the stationery cupboard in our office, which happens to be near the sink in the kitchen.

One of the office girls was standing at the sink washing up.

She was wearing black leather knee high boots, with a narrow 3-4 in heel. Continue reading “Finger crushed under receptionist’s heel 4.7 (6)“

Unknowing Tongue Crush Experience 4.5 (6)

The author writes about an unknowing tongue crush experience

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

One of my big turn-ons is a woman to crush me somehow without knowing it. I have spent time under the old type bleachers when I was in high school. I managed to get a few ladies with heels on to crush my finger as she stood cheering. It was always very quick because as she came down on my fingertip, she would slip off. Some of you out there know what I am talking about. The heel pushes down to the bone in the finger, and the flesh acts like a loose covering and allows the high pressure to push the skin to the side. This also causes much pain since it flattens the skin to the floor or, in my case here, the bleachers. Continue reading “Unknowing Tongue Crush Experience 4.5 (6)“