A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
This category contains all the stories involving the acts of crushing of various items, like food, toys, phones, … The stories may have other elements, but crushing is the main focus. For the further details about a specific story look at the tags or the excerpt for that story.
If you have ever looked at a high heel effortlessly crushing and leaving a dent in a wooden or linoleum floor without the wearer even perceiving it. If you have been excited about it, you can find here some other stories which you may like.
Guy gets his fingers crushed under an attractive girl’s high heels at a sports stadium
I enjoy having my fingers and toes stepped on unknowingly. I always liked the idea of having a female stranger stepping on me with out being caught. It was exhilarating and a real turn on for me. It adds a dimension that you just don’t get with a willing partner.
Lovely petite girl is annoyed by the snails in her back yard
Some years ago my female neighbor at the time, Jenny, had no idea about my fetish for crush or women’s boots and shoes. We became good pals after I helped her sort out some issues with her car. She was a very attractive with a petite figure, sparkling blue eyes, longish brown hair and a gorgeous smile. Jenny’s love for sexy boots and shoes was a gift to me as she was almost always wearing them. And of course I set up Jenny as often as possible to crush and trample things under her wicked heels.
Before cell phones became common, a guy gets attractive young women in heels to trample his stuff in a phone booth
On the way home I’d pass this phone box by the railway station, and I’d ‘drop’ (put) my schoolwork/homework on the floor and pretend to be making a call, but making sure I didn’t step on my own stuff, myself…. And then when some young woman came along and was waiting for the phone (where they’d all ring home, or ring taxis in those days, no mobiles) I’d put down the phone and ‘accidentally’ leave my work on the phone box floor, acting like the line was engaged or like the box hadn’t taken my money. They’d mostly be young office girls in their skirts and heels.
Personal items are deliberately placed in the floor of the passenger seat for women to “accidentally” step on with their high heels
I got a car and so I often offered lifts. And again, I always had bits of work and stuff, or maps, on the floor. Some girls would kind of go, ‘I don’t know what I’m stepping on, is it OK?’
Wife in hot boots steps on 2 ladybugs that the husband put there on purpose.
Just though I’d tell you all about this experience I had today, it was a set up but she never caught on.
My vanilla wife works in the insurance business, because of this she usually wears a business suit and high heeled shoes or boots. This particular day she was wearing a white blouse, a pair of black trousers and a pair of heeled leather knee boots.
Egotistical actress tramples a piano in heels every performance.
My favorite of all, that way, was when I was playing piano for the musical Chicago. I was band leader, so I was at every rehearsal. The producer wanted ‘Roxie’ (who was full of herself) to perform her first song whilst stepping off the stage, onto the top of the piano (while I played) and then laying herself along it. The first couple of times she walked right over my music, on the way, and they all wanted to keep it that way! So my manuscripts picked up a ton of her trainer prints from the dirty rehearsal room, night after night.
Vicious hand crush when the guy couldn’t pull his hand away.
What I’ve been up to
It’s been a long time since I have posted any of the things I have been doing. I have not had a lot of time to post my latest experiences; I guess I have a lot of catching up to do.
As many of you know I love being trampled a stepped on!! Most times it’s not an easy thing to do. A little over a year ago a good friend started to promote a weekly fetish/S&M party at a local club. He told me I could get my self-trampled as much as I wanted and I could lie on the floor anywhere I wanted. I would put on my black spandex body suit and lay all around the club. A few people would step on me but I never really got the workout I was looking for. One night about 9 months ago I was sitting on the floor by a door way thinking about something when a women in heels stepped on the back of my hand, she didn’t even know I was there!! It was great, so I started to look for a place in the club where I could get my hand(s) stepped on.
A man gets more than he bargained for with a car crush and boot trampling by two surprisingly uncaring women
This young lady and a friend had spent one drunken night whilst home, trawling the net for weird and wonderful things. After coming across a trample website had followed several links before they came to the Mistress Destiny forum. After reading many posts they took a liking to my true experiences and decided to contact me in the UK.
So a couple of weeks ago, on a Friday afternoon, I packed a few clothes and loaded up my car with a garden fork, spade, some sack cloth and a couple of planks of wood and drove to her home town before booking into a local hotel. We arranged to meet later that evening in a bar close to her home but as she was apprehensive at meeting me alone had asked if she could bring along a friend, which I agreed to.
a brief description of wearing high heels from a woman’s perspective
I go with those who say the pressure under their spike heels is an added “rush” of wearing thin, spikey heels. Most of my heels have a pencil-thin diameter, some with steel heel tips. I’m also tall which equates to tremendous pressure under my heels. I can easily press noticeable heel marks into soft wood. But my pleasure comes when I notice some man become attracted to how my heels sink into what I walk on.
grape crush finally happens
I think I missed the first “ewww”. But I caught the extended “what” from Yoga Girl and the confused look on her face. I definitely heard the second “ewww” as Marathon girl turned to move the toe of her sexy boot toward the half crushed grape. Marathon girl made a face where you scrunch up your nose for a second, like you just smelled something bad. And then the half-crushed grape finally registered for Yoga girl. And she made the bad smell nose crunch face as well.