Beach Concert Hand Trample 5 (2)

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

Publisher’s notice:

AJ wrote this originally as a forum post, so there are throughout the story some explanations, tips-and-tricks, how-tos, and best practices for like-minded people. 

First, tips for concert crushes:

Buy a lawn ticket and get there early. Once it’s dark, it’s difficult to tell from a distance who has heels on, so watch the girls coming in while it is still light, noting the outfits of the girls with heels (you’d be surprised how easy they are to find later). It’s better to look for girls with high-heeled boots on, as the girls tend to keep them on the entire show. Too often, a girl with high-heeled SHOES removes them and goes barefoot eventually. Low heels are better than high heels, as the girls usually raise them off the ground enough to get your finger beneath them. High-heels are already so extreme, a girl notices she’s standing on you more easily. This is less true, the softer or muddier the surface is, and works backwards in soft sand, as I’ll discuss below. Also, many times, a woman’s high heels drive your fingers apart and slip between them as she steps down, not on top of them. Even worse, stilettos easily (and horribly) pinch finger skin or the web of your hand, missing your fingers. You haven’t experienced pain until you’ve had a woman calmly stand on the web of your hand in heels for minute after eternal minute while she talks to her boyfriend! Cowboy boots allow for a long-time, very satisfying hand and finger crush, and are VERY hard-core if a tall woman is wearing them! Continue reading “Beach Concert Hand Trample 5 (2)

The Violinist 4 (2)

A female author writes about devotion to a dominant female from male perspective, very seductive, well written

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

first published 15.05.2018

I remember like it was yesterday opening that case, slowly lifting the lid, running my fingers along the velvet interior, not even daring to touch the smooth hard wood of the violin itself. It was days before I had the courage to actually touch it, weeks before I finally lifted out from the case and held it aloft. I was in awe, more than that, I was scared by it, by what it meant to me, of the memories. It was so much a part of my grandfather, so much a part of my childhood. All those years staring up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his fingers dancing along its neck. They say he was the best of his generation, a true virtuoso. The music flowed from him, flowed directly into my soul, not so much sound as pure emotion. I could feel it reverberate through every cell of my body, it wasn’t something external, it somehow seemed to come from within me. Every note, every pause, every moment took me into an ever more dreamlike state. It was my religious ecstasy, my paradise. I felt so close to him, connected by the pure emotion of his music. When he played, the world simply melted away, it stopped to listen, sat in rapture until he was finished, until he shut that magical violin back in its case and the spell was broken.

I hadn’t seen him for years. We’d fallen out as I grew up, drifted apart. His death had devastated me nonetheless, not the death of who he had been then, but of who he was all those years ago. The idea that I would never, that no one would ever, hear him play again was too much, too painful. That something that beautiful, that untouchably sublime, could just disappear forever. I wept for the music as much, more perhaps, than for the man. I wept for days, lost in despair, raging against the futility of it all, the cruelty of impermanence, the silence. Continue reading “The Violinist 4 (2)

True Car Crush 4.8 (8)

written by crushed1000
original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

Submitted by Zawey

I’ve been a trample fan for all of my adult life and I’m sure like many of you guys have spent hours trawling the net for good trample and crush sites. Recently I’ve found some good car crush sites and this has really interested me. The thought of being run over by a beautiful woman has gripped me for some time, so when my chance came I couldn’t resist. This is how it happened.

I live in rural England in a village of around 200 dwellings. Near to my home is a lane leading to the countryside with six individual properties built along one side. At the far end is a single storey home occupied by an attractive blonde lady in her mid thirties with her teenage daughter. Slim build about 5ft 10ins tall, she is a real “Yummie Mummy”. I’d seen her a couple of times in the village post office and she had become my real fantasy woman. Continue reading “True Car Crush 4.8 (8)

First time getting trapped under shoes 4.8 (5)

written by ausdoormat
original source of the story was Submitted by the author

I remember, since I was young, wanting to be walked on, stood on by girls.

At school, when I was very young, I would look at the teachers’ heels but was always too scared to put my finger or hands near them

I remember sitting on the grass area one day for an outdoor event and a teacher saying, “Please sit behind the yellow line on the grass; make sure your hands are behind the yellow line.”

If your fingers and hands are not behind the line, I will stand on them.

Then she walked along the line. Continue reading “First time getting trapped under shoes 4.8 (5)

Memories behind the theatre curtain 4.5 (86)

Working as a crew member for a theatre company has its advantages.

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

Many years ago I used to be a part of the cast/crew for (live) theatre productions. Never did anything professional but more being a background actor for some plays and musicals outside of work/school.

In addition to acting, since these weren’t professional productions and we all did it for fun, I also helped the crew with setting up the stage/props.  Occasionally I even helped the costume designer with organizing/moving stuff. I didn’t mind helping too much since a lot of the people that volunteered to do that stuff were older and I was one of the only younger guys.

Helping with the costumes, I always got flustered when the actresses asked me for an opinion on how a pair of heels/boots looked with their costume. I was never intentionally weird about it as I would not want to make a woman uncomfortable.

However the one time I gave in to temptation was when the costume designer asked me to move some boxes/racks of shoes to the women’s dressing room, and unpack them/polish them if necessary.

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ChatGPT Story 3.3 (10)

Fun little fantasy story written by ChatGPT about Hailee Steinfeld accidentally crushing some poor guy’s earphones

written by ChatGPT
original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

The beach was tranquil, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The gentle sound of waves kissing the shore blended with the occasional laughter of distant beachgoers. I had chosen a perfect spot near the dunes, my trusty earphones resting in the soft sand beside me. The atmosphere was calming—until Hailee Steinfeld appeared.

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Concert hand trample 4.9 (30)

Guy gets his hand danced and stomped on at a concert

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

I had the pleasure of getting my hand flattened at a concert this past weekend.

I was sitting right in front of an attractive women in her early 20’s. She was wearing the tightest little black miniskirt, black stockings and black mary janes with about two inch block heels. Really cute with long brown hair and a slim, petite figure. She was talking to another tiny girl in skinny jeans who was also hot. I assumed the two had come to the show together.

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My friend Raksha – part 2 4.6 (23)

Raksha gives him a special birthday present

written by Anonymous author
original source of the story was Submitted by the author

After the severe high heel trampling by beautiful Raksha, I looked at my hand and foot and saw tiny heel marks all over them. I never imagined this before only only saw things like that on R-rated videos.

I asked Raksha how she felt giving me pain and I will never forget her response.  She laughed and told me she felt so powerful when she stepped on someone – especially when she was wearing her pencil heel stilettos.  She loved how they could give immense amounts of pain.

Given her exciting response, I proposed an idea to her for the following week and she accepted.  🙂

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Hurt by Patty’s Sharp Spikes 4.3 (18)

Wicked spike heel hand trample from club days in the 1980’s. WARNING: ALSO CONTAINS SOME MALE HAND TRAMPLE. Don’t read if that bothers you.

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

This happened in the 1980s but I remember it as if it was yesterday.
This took place before the internet so anyone into crush and trample
read magazines – with Leg Show being one of the best.  It
was almost all trample, feet and legs. If you had a fetish or wanted something, you took out an ad in the back and they were real people there looking for or offering crush & trample.

I remember an ad from a guy that was North of NYC that had this thing
where he wanted a good looking sharply dressed couple to dance on his
hands. Well as I am into getting my own hands trampled as well as
watching a girl crush anything under her shoes, I felt sorry for him
and sent him a note that we would help him out. Now getting stepped on
by a guy turns me off but this guy wanted a couple that was married or into each other, not just two people.

At the time I had a girlfriend Patty that was 23, about 5’5″, 120lbs,
and a really hot Colombian girl with beautiful long thick black hair
and beautiful brown eyes.

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Fiction: Crushed to Death by Step Sister 4.3 (22)

Watch out for a tall, sexy step-sister with a shrink ray !

written by Yoboi435
original source of the story was Submitted by the author

When I was younger, I had the longing to actually experience the crushing fetish I had. Obviously the trampling fetish wasn’t something I wanted to tell everybody about. People find it weird. And a potential girlfriend could be alienated by it. It would have to be someone special, who maybe also had that kinda stuff going on or just understood.

My parents divorced when I was at the age of 10. Now my mother found a new husband. That man had a daughter. As they got together, I got to meet my to-become step sister. She was a blonde beautiful 17 year old. She was tall and skinny. At 6’2 (1.88 m) she was very tall, in fact considerably taller then me. Her skinny body made her look even taller. She has a bit of an emo style. She likes to wear black tops with black slightly oversized jeans and thick black Dr.Martens boots without long heels.

I got along very well with her. We would watch TV and play games. I liked her and she me. Maybe there was even some sexual tension between us. Her blue eyes would always glow when I looked at her. Her smile was very beautiful.

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