A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
This subcategory is about candid or unknown trampling. These are the stories about hidden persons being trampled by a trampler not aware that she is trampling him.
There are many various scenarios for this kind of stories. Many of these stories are written and presented as real-life experiences. Some of them are written about specific body parts, like trampled hands and/or fingers. Other stories are about concealed whole body trampling.
man volunteers to be a true human carpet for some uncaring women on moving day
It is actually pretty difficult to find someone willing enough to sacrifice themselves so unobjectionably as to become simply something to walk on. But when I do, they are the ultimate human rug to which I have no qualms about using.
Pretty girl wears go go boots and steps on a car mechanic
Michelle was one of the “trophy girls” at the local race track. Trophy girls are the attractive young ladies who hand the trophy to the winning driver after the race. They were also in all of the print advertising for the track as well as the television commercials. So, needless to say, the girls were real lookers. It was nice that race car mechanics like me generally got to know these women fairly well since we both spent so much time around the track on the weekends.
Michelle was a fun one who would talk some trash and generally act mildly flirty just to keep things interesting. She and I were work friends. Her uniform was really cute with a miniskirt that showed off her long legs and a t-shirt with the race track logo on it (which was probably two sizes too small). And, of course, a pair of white or black go-go boots. Those boots were knee high and tight fitting to her slim calves with block heels of about 2 or 2 1/2 inches. Typical boots for cheerleaders of that era.
teenage boy indulges the mean girls in his neighborhood
After the party where I received the first decent trample of my life, I started to hang out after school in the local neighborhood playing basket ball. This led to the discovery that there were many girls of my age (16 at that time) living in the area. And within a short span of time I began playing basket with them, and generally got to know them better.
Through the girls I learned that I was pretty much the only guy their age living in the neighborhood, and as it turned most of these girls(there were 5 girls who lived there, but occasionally they had visiting friends..) had a mean streak. I discovered this fact playing a special basket game called Basket Goddess with them.
A couple of stories about a “macho debate” between a boy and a girl wearing heels during high school.
Hi again folks, this is another moment of being in the right place at the right time.
During my final year at school I got a lot of trample experience especially from those hormone raged girls, at the moment only one really sticks out.
Clever schoolboy gets his hand crushed under the high heels of his teacher without her knowing.
Age seven was a productive year for me in terms of hand and finger trample. I knew my fascination with ladies high heels was unusual, and I couldn’t precisely understand why they drove me mad, but I took every opportunity to get close to them.
Kevincarpet gets trampled at a lesbian birthday party.
Another Kevincarpet story from back in the day.
Also included at the end are a few comments from readers about the story & Kevin’s responses.
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What a crazy time..This party had a stilt walking girl..Fire eating girls and lots of go-go’s….
Ok, so when I got there another carpet friend was there too (which was great cause he drove me home later). There was room here for 2 party carpets..My other carpet friend took the side of the bar (also a small but busy spot..)
Famous NYC trample performer Kevincarpet recounts one crazy night.
Kevincarpet was a well known trample performance artist in New York City, circa the early 2000’s. He’d bring a carpet to a nightclub, put it over himself near the bar and let the women step on him all night while they waited for their drinks.
This is his account of one great night.
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A get-together with an old friend turns into trampling and boot licking.
So I have this “Friend” Jan I know who use to work with me years ago. I was a sales guy and she was the front door receptionist. Anyway Jan and I kept in touch over the years as we went our separate ways career wise. I got fatter, grayer and richer, Jan stayed thin, hot and generally living paycheck to paycheck. So we got to talking about life online and I tried to explain to Jan that she really needed to make better choices with her life to get ahead. Stop dating abusive losers that slapped her around and working for dead end jobs. Jan’s answer was “whatever”, complaining that I tell her what she should do but not how she can get there.
I then volunteered to hook up with her to go over how to get what she wants and the next night I drove to Jan’s apartment. Jan had just got off work and was wearing a tight red dress with black knee high boots, the kind with the 3 inch chunky heel. She was about 5’9 with her boots on and my guess weighed about 140 lbs. I came from work as well and was still dressed in a suit.
an innocent shopping trip turns into a stiletto boot trampling
I need to share this experience that’s just happened at Sainsbury’s!! I usually hate shopping so I try to rush through and get it done as quickly as possible.
Tonight, though, as I walked in the store this lady caught my eye. She had on black stiletto boots, quite well worn with a little bit of mud on them as if she had just walked through a wet yard. The boots went on to her thigh, with a pair of skinny jeans tucked into them. As I looked up I saw they were being worn by a tall lady, probably mid to late thirties, long dark hair, slim figure. Attractive. Looked wealthy.
The boots fascinated me for a moment. They were unusually sexy to see in a grocery store – as if some supermodel stopped by to pick up a box of cereal after her photo shoot. I also love to see boots in that condition (well worn, even a bit dirty). So this woman had my undivided attention.
I listened briefly to the clacking of her sharp heels on the tile floor as she walked into the store. But as we both got through the front door we went our separate ways and I assumed that would be the end of that. But oh what a vision she had been !
first trampling experiences, barefoot to begin with and then heels
This is a true story about my first trample experience
A couple years ago I finally got to be trampled. I had always wondered and dreamed of what it would be like to have a girl trample me and finally I got to find out. I was hanging around my house with one of the girls who lives in my neighborhood and mentioned that my back was killing me. She offered to massage it for me so I let her. While I was on my stomach she was pushing on my back trying to work out the kinks.
Finally she said she was getting tired and was going to try something different. As I lay there, I all of a sudden felt her step on my back and then she started walking around on my back. At first I was really surprised. I always dreamed of this but never expected someone to just do it without even asking her to.