Month: January 2019

Class Project Demonstration 4.2 (24)

A guy asked his brother’s girlfriend to help out with his class project

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

I remember, some years ago when I was at the age of 13, my first trampling experience. I had, as far as I could remember, been having thoughts and dreams about it my whole life, and until the events in this story I could never quite work out why.

My first trampling experience came about as the result of a project for my physics class. I’m sure you’ve all seen or heard the famous comparison between an elephant and a woman in stiletto heels. It was my task over the Christmas holidays to prepare a presentation about pressure, and how weight is more or less irrelevant when working with such small areas.

Not being a scientific person myself, I found that I didn’t understand exactly why a woman in stiletto heels would do more damage to a floor than an elephant. Surely, the elephant would fall through the floor, or cause it to bend?

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Theater Actress Unknown Trampling 3.1 (13)

A man gets his finger crushed by an unwitting theater actress

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

The third time was also at the theater. I was backstage, and the star (a primadonna, about 5’8″, blond, big blue eyes, early 20’s, about 130lbs.) was rushing along a black border curtain to go change costumes. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her.

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Night Trample 3.6 (5)

A short story about a cave guide who saw candid trample of a tourist by another tourist in a dark cave

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

This happened to a friend of mine, but to make it more interesting I’ll tell it in his words.

” I work as a guide in a glow worm grotto. Because of the glow worms we use night vision goggles as guides, we don’t allow torches. The tourists have a handrail to hold onto and if we needed to we had a filtered torch we could guide them with.

One night I was guiding a German woman and her ten-year-old daughter, and a Uk guy. The German woman was wearing hiking boots with heavy treads, and the girl was wearing blue converse type sneakers.

We’d just walked up some steps and I was directing my green filtered torch behind me as I went, I turned to look back to see the guy had fallen somehow at the top of the steps. The glow from my torch was just enough to show the German woman there was something on the ground, but not what. He was lying at a sort of an angle across the path on his stomach. She placed her left foot on his ass and then stepped forward onto his back before walking on over him onto the ground. Her daughter almost tripped over his legs but held onto the handrail and stepped on the back of his legs. She then walked right up his back with two or three steps, her last step actually came down on the side of his head but slipped off and ended up beside his face. As they continued on I went back and helped the guy to his feet. The two others apparently didn’t even realize they had walked over him, though they must have felt the body underfoot, maybe they thought it was undergrowth or something.

The guy was unhurt, and just laughed about it.”

After he told me this I often thought about going on one of his trips and setting myself up as an obstacle. But I never did.

Late Night 4 (13)

A story of a man who confessed to his significant other that she is not cruel enough to satisfy his deepest fantasies

written by paulzy
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Ms. Shelley and I were returning to her condo from the bar. She just moved in at the beginning of the month to help out her recently separated sister and her 5yr old son. On our ride home, we had been discussing the subject of dominance and submission (which we do frequently) and had both gotten carried away with our wants and desires from the scene. We were pretty drunk and I had the courage to suggest that Ms. Shelley hadn’t been cruel enough, hadn’t been harsh enough to satisfy my deepest needs. She turned to me with a look I had never seen in her, she blew her smoke in my face and said “Oh? Well, we will see about that!” Continue reading “Late Night 4 (13)“

First Time Trampling with Sister’s Friend 3.7 (22)

written by Bigblade
 original source of the story was FootTales

I am the happiest man alive. My first full-on trample. I’ ve had my hand crushed by sexy 5″ spiked heels and now the next step is full body trample. I need to tell you (my friends) if you are like me and have always wanted to be trampled by a woman in sexy spiked heels then read on.

I’ve had this fetish since I was a kid, and now my dreams came true. It was a Saturday night and I was a bit pissed but knew what I was doing. I thought about going out to my friend’s party but my sister’s friend came around for her (I and my sister have a flat together). They must have been planning to go out but, my sister had already left. Sally (my sister’s friend) is a very sexy 21-year-old lady (is about 5ft 6 and is about 120lbs). She had on a pink Boob tube (quite a big breast) with a short mini skirt and really sexy platform knee-length leather boots with 7″ spiked heels. They’re great. Continue reading “First Time Trampling with Sister’s Friend 3.7 (22)“

The Worst Date 4.3 (8)

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

If you’re just an ordinary single guy going to a friend’s party on the weekend, the temptation to meet a female there may arise. Or maybe it won’t. It probably did for Jason Grant, too, when he went to Barry Ryder’s party on Friday night.

Oh, sorry, I’m rambling. Let’s take it slower. Jason Grant was a 25-year old single guy with a great life, something that’s rare for a single guy. He’s been divorced for 5 years, and he has no kids. His friend, Barry, threw a big party at his house on Friday and invited a bunch of his closest friends… not to mention many beautiful women!

The date was Friday, March 26, 1999. It was 7:10 p.m. and Jason was heading to his friend Barry’s house for the gathering. He pulled his beige BMW into the driveway, amongst the dozens of other cars in front of Barry’s house.

In the house, Barry and his friends were chatting, laughing, dancing to loud music, drinking, and playing games. The doorbell rang and Barry opened it to see one of his best buddies, Jason. Continue reading “The Worst Date 4.3 (8)“

Unrelenting High Heel Trample 4.7 (20)

written by Tramplefan
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I have been blessed in my life when it comes to getting trampled. At age twenty-nine, I have now had relationships with three different women who loved to trample me. Those three relationships lasted seven years collectively. I have also had miscellaneous trample experiences in between those relationships as well, some better some worse. I will share some different stories with you over time, also some “tips” on how to get trampled. For now, I guess I will start off with one of my most memorable experiences.

About two years ago I met the girl of my dreams. We have been split apart for nine months now, but hardly a minute goes by that I don’t think about her. Yes, she gave me the harshest tramplings I have ever received (by far), but outside the bedroom, she was the sweetest woman I have ever shared my time with. It is amazing that you could find a woman so beautiful, so sweet, and so vicious all in one package. Her name for the story sake will be “Michelle” (obviously not her real name). I met her while out of town at a business conference. She is 5’7”, 130 lbs., long blond hair, blue eyes, hefty “C” in the bra size, with a fantastic body and the face of an angel. She spent four days a week lifting weights, so she had very muscular legs (which I LOVE). I went out with some business associates this particular night to a local “gentleman’s club”. It wasn’t 30 seconds after getting seated that our eyes met, and then she came straight towards me to start a conversation. She plops down on my lap and excitedly says, “What’s your name?” Now I am not a bad looking guy, but I was shocked myself that this girl took so much interest in me. Let me tell you, this club was full of girls who have done penthouse, playboy, you name it. After having an on and off three-hour conversation together, we exchange numbers and I left the club with my business partners. I thought this would be the end, but it was just beginning. Continue reading “Unrelenting High Heel Trample 4.7 (20)“

Too Much 4.3 (13)

written by Andy 21121
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I must tell you this story. Whether you decide its fact or fiction is entirely up to you, the point to remember is its possible if nothing else.

The story is set a few years ago when I was employed as a taxi driver for a
local firm. For a few nights, we had been picking up fares from a large hotel that was hosting a few special nights in a marquee to celebrate the Christmas season.

As I had parked outside waiting for my passengers I noticed that the toilets were situated near to the marquee and the route was laid out with a length of carpet from the marquee edged with a chain fence. I also noticed that the
walkway was covered to protect from the weather and there were two separate toilet buildings – one for ladies and one for men. I noticed that the ladies room was pretty close to the boundary of the hotel and one of the lights was broken which threw a shadow across the walkway and into the field beyond.

A plan started to form as I watched young women walking up and down the walkway. The fashion of the day seemed to promote short dresses and chunky heels as going out attire and I started to think how easy it would be to hide under the carpet and fulfill my wildest fantasy. I thought about it and dismissed the idea as stupid – I would have to spend at least five hours under there as the functions were from seven till midnight and once committed there was no going back. As I watched the women going back and forth I thought I could easily last five hours as the chunky heels did not cause too much pain and it was more a feeling of being squashed down now and again for a short time rather than the painful trample you get from spike heels. Continue reading “Too Much 4.3 (13)“

Surreptitious Trample 3.9 (11)

written by Sparky
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Back in the early seventies, I owned a restaurant called “Abraxas.” It was an exotic Mexican food establishment. Instead of using themes such as Cantimflas, burros, mercados, sombreros y serapes, siestas, etc. I used an Aztec theme. I had rich artwork of pyramids painted on the walls (I had the walls painted orange and then the artwork was ‘blacked-in.’), exhibits of pre-Colombian artifacts, soft lighting; mainly yellow and orange lights, and oil lamps on the tables.

After a year, I had to expand the place. I added about 622 sq. ft to the back of the building for the new kitchen and where the old kitchen was, I built booths where one can draw a curtain for privacy if one wished.

It was a hip place! People would often leave doobies or rails for tips!

When I was laying out space for my new office, the cognition hit me!

Noting that the office was going to be adjacent to the ladies restroom, I decided to remodel it as well. Continue reading “Surreptitious Trample 3.9 (11)“

A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 2 4 (13)

written by Horsefly
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Chapter 2

Tommy awoke on the floor of his sister’s room. At first, he was bewildered, wondering what the hell he was doing there. He became conscious of a dull pain in his balls and realized that his legs were tied together at the ankles, and his hands here bound behind his back. A dirty sock was stuffed in his mouth. Suddenly, all of the previous night’s humiliation came flooding back to him. He thought of spitting the sock out of his mouth and trying to crawl out of the room but thought better of it. If his sister beat the crap out of him when he was able-bodied, he didn’t even want to imagine what she’d do to him with his legs and hands bound. He turned his head and saw Samantha sleeping peacefully in her bed, her foot dangling over the side. He noticed that Jenny wasn’t in the room. Thank god, he thought. Continue reading “A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 2 4 (13)“