another big party in New York City
Smack! is one of a few fetish ball events that occur around Halloween in New York. I always wanted to go to a Goth event and get trampled by ladies with those big Goth boots.
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great trample experience at a fetish party
written by throwrug
original source of the story was Unknown source
I went to a big fetish/goth party and we must have had close to 800 people in attendance. I wore my typical dark green T-shirt with the word “Welcome” written on it, looking like a welcome mat.
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woman grinds out cigarettes on her boyfriend
One night we were laying in bed and my girlfriend Heather told me of an article she read in a woman’s lib magazine. It was a short story about a woman who was smoking and used a man as her ashtray. When she said that she pulled me close to her and had a excited look on her face. In this moment of intimacy I decided to tell her of my ultimate fantasy. I have always been turned on watching women grind out cigarettes under their high heel shoes. I said I always dreamed about a woman crushing out her cigarette on my stomach. Then she would light another one and put it out on my cock. Heather said “That’s kinky” with a gleam in her eye.
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guy sees his young friend get trampled by two attractive women wearing their new boots
When I was 11 I often played over at my friends house. He had the most adorable and beautiful mother who used to stand on or walk over her son as a joke at every available opportunity in whatever shoes she happened to be wearing at the time. Sometimes it was even in heels! I remember being soooo envious of him.
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boy gets trampled by his 4 young cousins all wearing heels
When I was young I remember a big party at our house. My aunt Juniper was there along with several of my cousins. The young girls were wearing pretty dresses and little girl high heels. I found out later they were called kitten heels and were only a few cm (1-2 inches) tall but came down to a tiny point (like a stiletto).
I was not allowed at the activities because because I was on restriction. Earlier that day I scratched my father’s car with my bicycle. I was angry because it was just an accident and I felt I was unfairly punished. So I was resentful, lying on my belly on the carpet in dining room and playing with some toys on the floor by myself. In the room there were two of my cousins (who had previously stepped on me and used me as a ladder) and my aunt Juniper.
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Neighbor lady cleans her sexy shoes on some dirty laundry
It all started innocently enough, up early on a rainy school morning with Mom going about her early morning chores like laundry and carrying out the trash. She had already yelled at me to get a move on, so I had an attitude from the word go. Then, a knock at the door produced our attractive, well dressed neighbor, Claire, who was my Mom’s best friend. She was riding with us to work today. Denim skirt, raincoat and umbrella and tan buckskin leather shoes with at least a 4 inch (10cm) spike heel. As she came in through the service porch, she was stamping and scraping those sexy shoes all the way.
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beautiful schoolgirl routinely tramples boy’s schoolwork with her cute shoes
In secondary school one year there was a very attractive young woman who sat behind me every day during my first class. She had gorgeous long red hair and skin as fair as a cup of cream. Me and every other guy at the school fancied her. But I think my interests were a little bit different than most . . .
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young boy sees his aunt trample an insect and then his hand with her spike heel sandal
When I was about 10 it was the early 1960’s, the magical era when stiletto heels were worn by most fashionable women. During that time we lived in a house that had a basement window which looked out upon the walkway and three steps that led to our front door. At the base of the steps was a welcome mat for people to wipe their feet.
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