Month: January 2019

Sore Back Trample 4.3 (8)

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

This was one of the occasions where a guy asked to be trampled and got more than he expected.

One of my brother’s friends was complaining of a sore back around our house one day. I was about 16 and my brother and his friend were about 21.

“Di can give you a foot massage,” my brother volunteered, and explained how good it was for him. The guy got down on the ground on his stomach as I asked, and I put one foot on his back. I was wearing my usual soft soles sneakers and I stepped up on him full weight with both feet. I walked up and down his back for a while until I noticed that one of his hands was lying palm up beside him, I pretended to lose my balance and stepped off onto his hand.

“Sorry,” I said stepping back onto his back again. I was walking from his shoulders right down his back and over his but to his thighs, and he wasn’t grunting or groaning so I thought I’d try something else.

“How about turning over, sometimes it works if I do it from the other side so to speak,” I suggested.

He turned over and I put my foot up onto his chest. I stepped up with my other fooot on his stomach. I started to walk up and down, turning around on his chest and stomach. I could see him getting an erection in his pants as I went so he was enjoying it. I walked onto his stomach and put the toe of my sneaker right on the end of his cock where it bulged under his pants. I turned to stand at right angles to his body and again stood with the end of his cock just under the middle of my foot. I could fell it pushing up against the rubber sole of my sneaker and into my foot. I lifted my foot and brought it down right on his cock so that the end actually poked out the other side of my sole. Moving again I faced his head and this time put my heel down on the end of his cock, but I could still feel it bulging under the soft rubber heel of my sneaker.

When i finally got off I noticed a small stain on his pants, so I knew it had been a sexually satisfying exprience for him too. He eventually became my first sexual foot partner and we had many such sessions in the future.

Unwilling trample 4.4 (5)

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

This happened not too long ago, and it’s one of the ways I use to trample on guys. I’d already set up some books I wanted on a shelf in the library. And I made sure there were no chairs around to use. I was wearing jeans and blue sneakers with a white top. I asked a guy I knew slightly in the library to help me get a book, but it was too high for him too.

“How about giving me a leg up?” I asked. He obligingly cupped his hands so I could put one foot in them and boost myself up, but I wavered all over and nearly fell.

“Suppose you kneel down and let me stand on your leg,” I suggested. He knelt on one knee and extended the other leg bent at the knee. I climbed up on his leg and stood there with both feet, but pushed away from the bookshelf so that his knee was forced out and he collapsed under my weight.
“Ok, can you just get on your hands and knees and I’ll stand on your back.”
He got down and I stepped onto his back and lifted myself up with my full weight on both feet. I pretended to look for the book, stepping back and forth and moving my feet about. Once I moved up to his shoulder and reaching over with one foot I placed the sole right on his head.

“Hey! watch it,” he complained.

“Sorry,” I said. I finally grabbed the book I wanted and walking to the rear of his body I stepped down onto the backs of his thighs, and from there to the floor.

“Thanks so much,” I told him. He rolled right over on the floor and lay on his back looking up at me. I walked down between where he was lying and the bookcase, opening the book I pretended to read it.

“You’re heavier than you look you know,” he told me. “You don’t tell a girl that,” I replied and I put my right foot on his stomach and stepped up full weight. I felt my foot sink into his belly and his stomach mussels tighten up beneath the soft rubber sole of my sneaker. I walked on over him and away still pretending to read the book.

An hour later I asked him to help me again. “I’ll find you a set of steps,” he said. How many of you guys reading this would have bothered with getting stairs?

Flight Attendant Crush 4.6 (30)

A guy remembers being trampled by flight attendants on an overnight flight

written by flatmanbe
 original source of the story was Unknown source

The seven-hour flight to Chicago was going to be incredibly boring, no prospect of fun and games trying to contrive situations where I would get one of the female passengers to step on me, since there weren’t any females, in fact only about 20 people boarded the flight from Brussels and mostly they seemed to be businessmen. It’s unusual to achieve trample success anyway, but the effort alone normally keeps me amused for the duration of the flight. I was really geared up for it this time, I’d been drinking at the airport bar since 11.30am, almost two hours, and when I am slightly under the influence my desire to be stepped on is insatiable.

Ten minutes later we were settled in our seats, it turned out a few more passengers turned up and I estimated maybe three dozen in total, but unbelievably no females. When I boarded the aircraft I was greeted as usual by the smiling flight assistants, and I must say all three were very attractive and smartly dressed, and I couldn’t fail to notice the dark blue shoes they were wearing, not very high heels, but very sharp. I always find this a source of frustration, it is virtually impossible to set up any kind of trample with the flight assistants, they bring you a few drinks and your meal, and then disappear into their own quarters, sometimes I stick my foot out a little bit, into the gangway, in the hope it will be stepped on as they walk by, but normally they spot it and just step over it. As I sat there I resigned myself to “flight attendant foot trample” being my only possibility, but at least it’s worth a try. Continue reading “Flight Attendant Crush 4.6 (30)“

The Stunning Blonde 4.9 (21)

A guy remembers being trample massaged by a woman, her daughter, and their female neighbor

written by GreyWolf
 original source of the story was Unknown source

About 10 years ago I had the opportunity to make the acquaintance of a blonde, blue-eyed beauty through my work. She had experienced some marriage problems including physical abuse, and I helped her to move into a shelter temporarily until a restraining order could be issued, then into a nice apartment in the city. We became friends during the course of her divorce, and she often would either offer to share a meal with me when I got off work or just come by for a visit about 3 or 4 times a week.

Now … that’s the background … now for the story. Suzanna at the time was 35 but was “carded” every time she visited the gambling boat in town ‘cause she looked younger than 21. She stood 5’9” and weighed about 145# with one of the most beautiful shapes you’ve ever been blessed to view. She was tanned, blonde hair to her shoulders, and absolutely stunning 7 ½ feet always with a perfect pedicure. Guys, she was (and still is at 45) the kind of lady that would come into my workplace to see me and you had to wipe up the slobber from all the men in the building that saw her. Got the picture?

Ok, now …
The 1st time I visited her in her new apartment after she was all moved in, she and her 18-year-old daughter (also really pretty, but nothing like Mom) had fixed a fantastic meal to celebrate her new freedom and to show her appreciation of my efforts. After we finished the meal, she said, “Why don’t you stretch out on the carpet in the living room and let me and Krystle give you a back massage – You look so tense and you are always so stressed from work – I know you will love it.” Continue reading “The Stunning Blonde 4.9 (21)“

Jenny: The return 3.9 (14)

A story about a young adult being dominated by a younger girl

written by BK
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It had been half a year of keeping a low profile since I had last seen Jenny, the attractive sporty teen who had, along with her friends brought about the most humiliating experience of my life. Since then I had turned 18 and lost my girlfriend (who thought I was a wimp and got involved with strange people).

However, had I but known that things were about to return to that all time low I would have caught a different bus or no bus at all.

It was the height of summer and the weather was ridiculously hot. I got onto the bus to the town centre and sat down at the back, on a seat that faced backwards so I could see the road behind me (I preferred to travel this way).

After a few stops, the bus gradually filled up. My seat remained fairly empty though. The bus stopped yet again in the towns suburbs. After a clamour of people getting on and off it moved again.

“Hello there.” Came an excited female voice as an enthusiatic girl with flowing blonde hair jumped onto the chair next to me, her smooth legs in shorts pushing against mine, I gasped in realisation as to who it was.

“At last I’ve got you. What happened to your year’s slavery then? You disappeared that night, you still owe me you know.” She elobowed me in the ribs. Continue reading “Jenny: The return 3.9 (14)“

Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)

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

My particular attraction for women in high heels really began when one aunt of mine sparkled my attention. So much that I’ll never forget the first pair of high heels I felt a fetish for, a couple of white pumps.

I remember seeing her wearing them for the first time at a family wedding. And she kept wearing them in the next 2 weddings. It was kind of her pair of shoes for special occasions. After some dancing, she would usually take them off, put them in a bag and replace them for a more comfortable and open pair of shoes. One time, she caught me staring at her feet while changing shoes. She just said: “I love these shoes but they really start hurting my feet after some hours. And they get very sweaty too, especially after dancing.” Wow, those were words that a foot/shoe fetishist like myself loved to hear. Continue reading “Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)“

Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)

A guy gets to be trampled unknowingly while hiding under carpet in carpet store.

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

Before I had left school I had a Saturday job working in the local carpet shop (warehouse) as a general hand. This is a true story I thought might interest you.

One of the secretaries (Debbie was her name) always wore high heel shoes or boots and thought nothing of walking or climbing all over the rolls of carpet. I got to work a little early one morning and while nobody was looking I piled up some carpet offcut in the doorway of the office. Then I hid behind some rolls of carpet and waited until Debbie came in. I heard the clip-clop of her heels on the wooden piece of the floor just down the corridor, as she came to the door of her office she walked straight on to the carpet then went into the office. Continue reading “Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)“

Accidental High School Trample 3.3 (12)

The author remembers how a girl helped him with his arthritis during the high school football game

written by TBone
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I’ve had a few, some I could have avoided if I had been more “careful.” This one involved a situation when I was a junior in high school.

I need to preface this account by saying that I was quite aware of my foot and trample fetish by now and beginning to explore it and try to figure out what it was.

I’m not sure why we remember some occurrences years later in so much detail, but I guess this was pretty intense. I even remember sounds, sights, and scents. But that afternoon in Dallas was the first real experience like this that I remember. Continue reading “Accidental High School Trample 3.3 (12)“

Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)

A guy remembers being unknowingly stepped by many girls while hiding behind bleachers

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Too often I played under the bleachers in high school. I frequently put my finger under the high heels of many, many women standing up on the bleachers.

Without exception, the crushing was with such force that I still today have several scars on my hands and fingers and partial numbness on the side of my right pinkie for about a two months afterward. The thing that was so exciting was that as several girls leaned back on my finger with their spikes, they had no idea what they were stepping on. In the back of their mind, they may have thought that their stance wasn’t quite right, but that was to be expected since there was a lot of stuff like paper cups wooden drink stirrers on the board. Continue reading “Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)“

Torment 3 (2)

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

At 2 minutes after one on the morning of April 16th, the long corridors of The Chapman Institute were quiet. Neon tubes glowed softly in the early hours of the morning. The linoleum covered floor had been polished. Every room door was securely shut and locked. Each patient lay in his bed.

In room 113 Thomas Harlan lay awake. He was drenched in sweat. The screen above his head showed a picture fed by a camera in the nurse’s station. At The Chapman Institute, all the nurses were female and all the patients were male. The camera was positioned under the desk in the nurses’ station. It showed the legs and feet of whoever was on duty. At all times,
one nurse had to be at the desk. Thomas was a foot lover. He tried not to look at the screen. He tried to resist the growing arousal in his loins. Continue reading “Torment 3 (2)“