Month: February 2019

The Practice Dummy Part 2 4.8 (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 1 can be found here

Brad climbed out of bed and tried to discern if what he had experienced was a dream or some kind of strange transformation, created by the mysterious old woman he’d helped across the street. His chest felt kind of crushed–as if it had actually been sat on. And his face… His nose hurt as if someone had sat on his face.

He got dressed and thought he’s better to attend classes that day. An active fantasy life was one thing, but this was the real world, a world that is unforgiving to someone without a job, a good job that could be gained by education. He arrived at the college early and decided he needed some more coffee to get his mind started. He sat alone in the student center, sipping coffee and daydreaming about how his life would change if he had been actually transformed into a mannequin, an object without perceived feelings– as in the dream if it was a dream– and sat on by women and girls.

He was startled when a girl who was standing behind him suddenly spoke. Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 2 4.8 (5)“

The Practice Dummy Part 1 4.8 (6)

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

Brad had always been a rather kind person. So it was not uncharacteristic of him to help the elderly woman he saw desperately trying to get across a busy street. The old woman was dressed in multicolor fabrics and beads; she reminded him of Gypsies he’s seen. After he had aggressively waved off oncoming traffic and safely got her to the other side, a smile broke her wrinkled face.

“Thank you,” she said. “You are a very kind man,” she told him with broken English.

Brad smiled back. “It’s nothing,” he said. “We need to help each other out.”

The old woman stared at him with a mysterious, kind of knowing, look. “And what can I do for you?” she asked.

“Oh… nothing, really,” said Brad. He looked over her shoulder at a city park where two girls were sitting on a bench.

The old woman continued her unwavering stare into his eyes. “I know what you desire,” she said.

Brad chuckled. At that moment, he was fantasizing himself as part of the bench the girls were sitting on. But he certainly wasn’t going to tell her that.

“Is that what you truly desire?” asked the women.

“Excuse me?” said Brad.

“What you are thinking,” said the woman.

“Oh, I’d be embarrassed if you knew what I was thinking,” said Brad, still chuckling.

“Is it what you truly desire?” asked the woman, again.

“Um… Yes… Sure,” said Brad, humoring the old woman. He didn’t believe in magic. And it would require magic to get him what he truly desired. Continue reading “The Practice Dummy Part 1 4.8 (6)“

Run over at a Strip Mall Parking Lot 4.2 (19)

The author describes how a plan to get car crushed went very wrong resulting in severe injuries.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Foot Stories Specialist

The following happened to a friend of mine, who also enjoys being crushed by beautiful women. One day last year he was hanging around in the parking lot of the local strip mall in front of the grocery store.

His plan was simple, wait for beautiful women to arrive and allow them to run over his hands and feet. He parked his car a little ways from the entrance and waited. During this time, he would watch for vehicles approaching and, if he saw one being driven by a nice looking woman, he would drop down under the front of his car and stick his hands or feet out. Continue reading “Run over at a Strip Mall Parking Lot 4.2 (19)“

Latino-American girl 4.1 (14)

The author writes about a very nice trample experience with a lady who wanted to try something strange and funny

written by SubSole
 original source of the story was Unknown source

As I travel a lot for my work, I always try to find a girl in the place where I have to spend a couple of days, who is slightly interested in trying out our beloved fetish, as I introduce it to them bluntly, by asking about their shoe sizes, favorite type of footwear and … if I could be their doormat for some moments…

This time I had to go to Lima, Peru, for several weeks and I responded to some classifieds of girls wanting to date guys. One of the replies was of a nice 36-year-old latina (of course) lady, 1m65, 50 kg, who was about to marry an American guy in a couple of months after my stay.

She wanted to try something strange and funny, before she committed herself, and agreed to meet when I was there. Super nervous I called here and she sounded so sweet. She had to laugh a lot, as I kept my part of the bargain by introducing myself (on the phone) as: “Here’s your doormat calling”… That night she arrived at my apartment in her knee-high brown leather boots, with 4×4 cm square heels, some 6 cm high… I was shocked by her beauty, and she made herself comfortable in one of my chairs. Continue reading “Latino-American girl 4.1 (14)“

Old Girlfriend Tramples Me at the Game 4.3 (10)

The author gets his hand trampled by his ex

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

Went to a high school basketball game couple of nights ago and spotted an old girlfriend in the bleachers, so I sat next to her. It had been about 5 years or so since we’d seen each other so we had some catching up to do about our lives. We had really been into trample when we were dating.

Finally, she asked me if I were still into it, which kind of shocked me but I said: “Why? Yes, certainly when I can find someone to trample me.” I noticed that she was wearing some very nice calf high heel snow boots. She then looked down at her feet for a second and then remarked: “I believe that you can get your hands and fingers under my boots if you go behind the bleachers and stick them through and I’ll be glad to stand on them for a while during the game.” I said: “That would be great.” Continue reading “Old Girlfriend Tramples Me at the Game 4.3 (10)“

Dating A Stripper 4.6 (17)

The author has written an excellent text about him experiencing his girlfriend’s secret profession

written by Smokncatfoot
 original source of the story was Unknown source

You think you know someone pretty well, and then – BAM! You find out something about them that totally blows your mind! Take Michelle, for instance. Michelle and I had been dating for a little over three months. We both attend State University, where we have several classes together. We both listen to classic rock, we both love Thai food, and we both think Dane Cook is friggin’ hilarious!

I thought I knew her pretty well, but now I come to find out that Michelle is an exotic dancer! Apparently, she’s been doing this to work her way through college since before I met her! She works at a strip club in a neighboring town, hoping no one from school finds out about it. I found out from a friend of mine who lives over there. Continue reading “Dating A Stripper 4.6 (17)“

Supermarket Crush 4.5 (12)

The author writes a fantasy about an unknown trampling in the false floor.

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

Publisher note: original publishing date Thursday, 06-Nov-97

I am the manager of a small but busy supermarket near an all-girls boarding school. All day I see them come in, wearing cut-offs or shorts usually. This is hot enough for me, but on Sundays, they like to dress for church or dinner or whatever and they wear skirts (short skirts) and heels. Since I got there, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get them to crush me without their knowing it. After all, I am a businessman and it wouldn’t be great for business if my customers thought I was a pervert. Finally, I came up with a plan.

I usually schedule two cashiers on Sunday, since I have to pay them overtime. I told the girls that I would have to finish some work in the aisles and that they would be covered over with a rug for the entire day. I also told them that I would be working throughout the night and I wouldn’t be in on Sunday, so they would have to open and close the store. I had been working on a hole in one aisle for weeks and covering it up with a rug so they would not think anything unusual. The ground was also unsteady so the fact of my would-be tormentors walking over an uneven surface would be thought of as normal.

On Saturday night, we closed the store and I got to work. I carefully dug the fake hole, covered it up again and laid down the rug. Then I switched the magazine racks so the most recent issues of magazines would be in the aisle I would be laying in. I made sure that I would fit snugly in the hole and that the rug would not ride up when someone not picking up their feet might kick the rug. As a bonus for me, I scraped the underside of the rug so that I could look up but no one could see in because of the overhead lighting. I laid in the hole, secured the rug and waited. Continue reading “Supermarket Crush 4.5 (12)“

Party Rug 4.7 (12)

A fictional story, written from a female perspective, about unknown trample of a man at a party where the guests were females only.

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

I was very angry with ’54’.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I number my personal slaves: that way it’s easier for me to remember and it breaks up the monotony of calling them all ‘slave’ or ‘dog’. As an added touch, I make them wear their number painted in red lipstick on their foreheads.

Anyway, he was crying, begging for my forgiveness. He had done something stupid – I can’t remember what it was, I forgot – he was on the floor crying, begging me to punish him so that I would not be angry with him. I walked around him, put my 4″ heel on the crack of his ass, and pushed him to the floor. He fell in a heap, thanking me for touching him again, still crying.

I walked back to his face, my shoes a half inch from his nose. ’54’ knew not to look up, so he stared at shoes, thanking me.

“You do NOT think you’re getting off THAT easy”, I growled. You’ll have to pay a lot more for what you did (to this day I still don’t remember what he did !) Continue reading “Party Rug 4.7 (12)“

Stepped under the window sill 4.5 (16)

The author recalls an event from his youth which involved his sister and her frends

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

This was once again set up by my younger sister. I was lying on the couch watching TV when she looked in at the window above the couch.

“Why is the door locked?” she wanted to know.

“To keep annoying girls outside” I informed her.

“Then you should have shut the window too” she replied, and with that, she jumped up so that she was kneeling on the window ledge, and then swung around so her feet were thrust inside. She was wearing blue jeans with black socks and white sandshoes, the soles of the sandshoes were white but were grubby, probably from the dirt in the garden outside the window. She reached down with one foot and put it right on my chest, then she stepped on me full weight, and swung her other foot over me and onto the couch next to me. Continue reading “Stepped under the window sill 4.5 (16)“

The Mars Trample 4.6 (15)

A story about a group of five girlfriends who periodically trampled the ex of one of them

written by footman2
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

He laid there and was stood, stepped and danced on for a long time. The women were so used to him and didn`t pay attention to him anymore. The women were barefooted or in socks, which they usually used when he was a dancefloor. It was easier for them to dance on him that way. Continue reading “The Mars Trample 4.6 (15)“