A study friend

The author remembers persuading a female friend to step onto his head

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

Last year I studied with a good friend of mine and as the year progressed she became used to walking on my back to massage it. One of these times when she was walking slowly up and down my back she said: “I can’t believe that this relaxes you.” I asked her: “Why?”

She replied with the answer that she would hate being walked all over because it would hurt. Continue reading “A study friend”

Backyard BBQ

The author writes about unknowing hand trample he had at a party his wife threw

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

“One of the girls in the office is moving to Washington state. Remember Barbara? We met her and her husband at the Christmas party. They are a really nice couple.”

“Yeah, I remember”, I replied. I remembered Barbara all right. She was a knockout at the party. She had worn a long dress and a pair of tall slender heels with wide straps and her toes peeking out. Her husband? Well, I remembered that he was there…

“I like working with her. Anyway, we were talking about having some kind of farewell thing and I thought maybe we could have a cook-out here. Just for a few of the girls in the office, you know?”

“Sounds ok to me. I can get out of here for a while. When were you going to have it?” I had some plans of my own in mind! We have a good sized deck on the back of the house and had cookouts before with some of our friends. When I would go under the back of the deck where our grill and outdoor stuff is stored I realized how easy it would be to reach out under the edge of the deck from where I was. And since Deanna always set out some snacks and chips there, everyone was always hanging out right where I could reach out to touch their feet! Except that it was during the day and half the crowd were men, and I was one of the hosts.

“Saturday after next is what I was thinking if that’s ok. Later in the afternoon or early evening so we don’t take up the whole day.”

“Sure. You should have an evening party and then if people want they can go out afterward. I’ll set up the party lights around the yard for you.”

“I guess that would be good, let me check with everyone else.” Continue reading “Backyard BBQ”

Unknowing diecast car crush

The author remembers one of his object crush experiences involving woman in a cafe

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

Just thought I would share a story with you about an unknowing crush. Last Sunday at Barns and Noble bookstore at our mall I had a great opportunity for an unknown object crush. It was around 6:40 pm that evening and most Barns and Noble bookstores have the Starbucks coffee cafe in them. As I entered the store and walked by the coffee shop I noticed this wholesome looking blonde.

I’d say she was 5’10” about 170lbs and a size 10-10 1/2 shoe. I also noticed she had a lot of foot activity going on. She was wearing blue jeans and a worn looking brown leather jacket. The shoes she was wearing weren’t my favorite, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up for an unknowing crush. Continue reading “Unknowing diecast car crush”

Unwitting finger trampling in a bookstore

The writer remembers exploring unknowing finger trample idea at a bookstore

written by Highheellover
original source of the story was Unknown source

This story happened more than 10 years ago. When I was about 16 years, I was often in town. I loved to watch the woman walking in high heels.

One day when I was in a big bookstore (you know, the kind of stores where you can buy all books, and the books are showed at the wall, from the floor to nearly at the ceiling, with corridors). I found it the ideal place to try to let a woman stand on my hand and fingers. Continue reading “Unwitting finger trampling in a bookstore”

Penis crushed at a stage play

The author remembers having his genitals compressed under the weight of multiple women

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

During my school days, I used to go to a mixed school but it seemed to have a lot more girls than boys. This was a good thing as I have had a crush/trample thing for a long time.

I was about 12 years old when the 9th-grade girls about 16-18 years old decided to give a stage play as a farewell leaving party. I can’t remember what it was called but it only had girls in.

I was one of the kids that were always asked to help do scenery and things like that. My dreams came true on the night of the show as the boy that normally does the lights was off sick and I was asked to take his place. This was at the rear of the stage next to the steps for the girls to go onto the stage. Continue reading “Penis crushed at a stage play”

Fantastic Step Mom

A story about a boy’s first trampling by the bbw stepmom and her friends

written by Paul Race
original source of the story was Submitted by the author

How did it start?

To start with my name is Paul, and I guess it actually started when I was about 12 yrs old. One day a week I had to stay with one of the neighbors as my mom had to work a couple of hours past when I would get off the bus.

Her name was Mrs. Jones. She had 2 daughters one was 8 yrs old. She walked on me but I could hardly feel her. She was well under 50 pounds. But her sister was 15 yrs old and about 100 pounds. Every time I was at their house the younger girl always wanted to play house or have a tea party.

One day I talked her into playing cowboys. She said ok I’m the sheriff then. She tied my hands to the leg of the bed cause she didn’t have a jail to put me in. So there I was laying on the floor tied to the leg of the bed when her sister walked in and said: “What are you doing laying on the floor?” I told her that I was in jail but she said: “You look like a rug to me,” then she walked on my stomach up to my chest and then right on my face. I think I might have been in shock. I remember her feet were warm and soft but that’s about all I remember. Then as she was leaving the room she looked down at me and said: “You still look like a rug,” then she walked on my face, then on my chest and finally my stomach. Continue reading “Fantastic Step Mom”

A heel trample and a tire crush

The author remembers a lady who accepted to drive her car over him

written by Footpath
original source of the story was Unknown source

My divorce was finalized last week. I felt lonely and worthless. My self-esteem was as low as it had ever been. I needed company… companionship.

One night, at a nightclub, I met a beautiful young lady. We dated a few times. After a few dates, we were in my apartment and I told her that I felt despondent and low as the ground. She said that if I was really that low, someone might step on me. I said, “Go ahead, be my guest, join the crowd and get in line.” She then said, “Get down on the floor, you should feel what it is like to be a floor.” Continue reading “A heel trample and a tire crush”

The Practice Dummy Part 5

A fantasy about facesitting on a mannequin doll with a real man’s consciousness.

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

Publisher note: This is a multipart story. Part 4 can be found here

The next morning during classes, Brad found it next to impossible to keep his mind on college lectures. His thoughts were so far away a professor may as well been talking about astronauts discovering green cheese on the moon for all he knew.

Brad wondered how he would find Angie, and if he found her on campus, how he would divulge Jenna’s secret: that he was the man she spoke of who wanted to be used as a human seat. Even though, last night, when he was a mannequin and she had sat on his mannequin face and had expressed a desire to use a live man that way, what was he to do? Would he just walk up to her and offer her his body to sit on? Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 5”

The Practice Dummy Part 4

A fantasy about facesitting on a mannequin doll with a real man’s consciousness.

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

Publisher note: This is a multipart story. Part 3 can be found here

After his experience as a mannequin, with Jenna and her roommates sitting so casually on his face and body, it was difficult for Brad to focus on the real world. He had to constantly remind himself that he had a life as a real person, that he was a college student with perhaps a good job in his future. He loved college. He loved the life of academia and its world of ideas to reflect upon. But the fetish he’d had for as long as he could remember, the desire, even the need, to be used as something for women and girls to sit on, was always ever-present and powerful. He now had a special gift, the ability to transform himself into the mannequin at will simply by thinking the word: transform. He soon discovered it was not easy to not think of a word when that word can so dramatically change your reality. He had to learn to trick his mind during internal monologue by using the word quickly in connection with other words, for as soon as he concentrated on the word he would find himself changed into the mannequin. Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 4”

The Practice Dummy Part 3

A fantasy about facesitting on a mannequin doll with a real man’s consciousness.

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

Publisher note: This is a multipart story. Part 2 can be found here

After Melissa and Jenna sat on Brad’s face being a mannequin, it seemed easier for Jenna– the college girl Melissa had recruited to do a human furniture video– to sit on his face as a human being. Neither women knew of the mysterious power he now possessed– the power to change himself from a live person into a mannequin by simply thinking the word “transform.” What was even more bizarre was that after the transformation, he could actually be in two places at once– both mannequin and his live self. He was now able to experience the difference between a woman sitting on his face as what she perceived to be an inanimate object and sitting on his face as a live person she was pretending to use as an inanimate object. By sitting on him as an inanimate object, Jenna was rapidly becoming desensitized to him as a live person. And that was exactly what Melissa was hoping to achieve when she bought the mannequin.

Melissa positioned the camera and lights and said to Brad and Jenna, “Okay… Let’s do this.” Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 3”