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.
To repay a guy for great massages, a woman walks on his back. That happens even when she’s wearing heels !
My wife has a friend who walks on my back every time she visits and she is wearing heels every time.
Be careful what you wish for. A man gets his finger crushed under a female coworker’s boot heel and it hurts !
I went to the stationery cupboard in our office, which happens to be near the sink in the kitchen. One of the office girls was standing at the sink washing up. She was wearing black leather knee high boots with a narrow 3-4 inch (7.5 – 10 cm) heel.
a repair man gets his hands repeatedly stepped on by women in an office wearing high heels
A few years ago, I had a job repairing office machines. One day I was working in this office and the space I had to work in was constantly being crossed by some rather fine looking women. Most wore high heeled shoes and there was about a fifty fifty mix of women wearing slacks and dresses. Since this machine was a copier, I laid down a standard paper type disposable drop cloth so as to keep any of the toner off the floor. I had a housing I needed to repair sitting on the drop cloth and I was kneeling down and working on it. As I was working on this unit, a tall middle aged woman came by and walked across the end of my drop cloth with her spike heeled shoes. Her heels left some really nice imprints on the drop cloth. I found that watching this was a real turn on so I decided to reposition the drop cloth so that the women had to walk across it to go down this small corridor between the wall and this partition which separated the copier from the first desk. The drop cloth was 6′ by 3′ so I had plenty of room to do my work on one end while having a perfect setup to enable me to watch the women step on it with their spike heels.
a boy gets his fingers crushed without mercy by a young woman wearing heels at the bus stop
Many mornings when I was 12 I was at the bus stop going to school. There was a young lady who would get to the bus stop just before me. She normally wore a white tee shirt and jeans and a pair of black high heel shoes about four inches high. The base of the heel was about half inch by three quarters. She would stand there and fidget on her feet. Many times balancing on the heels then dropping down on to the toes hard. Many times I would let my bus go just so I could watch her feet.
at a play, a man’s foot gets repeatedly stomped on by a lady in high heeled boots
Here is a true experience I had last night. We went as a family to see Cinderella at the pantomime. We all sat down with me sitting next to some empty seats, I was hoping a lady would sit next to me and I might be able to get a foot crush. All of a sudden a lady with 2 children started to come along the isle, lady first then the kids, bingo she sat next to me. I had already seen the boots she was wearing, black suede with a 3in pointy heel.
High school girl knowingly crushes a guy’s hand every day in class
In high school I always made sure I sat in front of an attractive girl whenever I could. Our desks had wireframe bottoms and I would bring a coat to school every day, even in warm weather. Then I would drape the coat over the back of the seat. For some reason, most of the girls at my high school loved to prop their feet up in the rear bottom of the desks in front of them.
a man’s face ends up as an unknowing footrest for the filthy boots of a beautiful young woman
This is a true story, and my greatest experience of this type ever. I was on a Greyhound bus from Boston to New York one Thursday night in February 1996. It was night time, rainy and the scattered people on the bus were reading or taking naps.
finger crush under an uncaring woman’s heels
It has been a few years since I have actually had any part of my anatomy crushed by a woman so this experience last week was a real treat. Now that I am married, I find that it is a little harder to get my fingers trampled while not only trying not to be noticed by the woman stepping on them but also my wife. I mean, I’m sure she would get pissed at me being turned on by having parts of myself trampled by some other, strange woman. Anyway, I was on vacation last week, and she had to work so I was all on my own for a whole week. I always liked antiques and especially enjoyed looking for antique audio equipment and lp records.
The author wrote a detailed fantasy about a finger being unknowingly transformed to bone dust and meat pulp on a bus station by a woman who wore steel-tipped stiletto heels.
Mary Stepped out of the front door onto the path. Her sharp steel-tipped stilettos clicked loudly on the hard concrete. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a big black beetle crawling along the path in front of her. She stepped forward to lock the door. There was a loud crack as she stood onto the big black beetle which was in her way. She locked the door, and without a second thought proceeded to destroy the beetle. She twisted her foot quickly, grinding it into the path. Its body fluids spurted out in a thin line from under the hard soles of her stiletto heels as she pulped and tore it to pieces within seconds. She dragged her foot quickly backward shredding the remains into a wet line. Then she opened her bag and dropped the key into it. She walked away down the footpath. A wet mark on the footpath was all that was left of the beetle. Continue reading “Mary at the bus stop“
The author remembers an unknown hand trampling experience on a sandy beach
Another great place for finger crush is near the heavy extension cords running from the sound booth to the stage, as the girls get used to stepping on the cords and don’t think your hand is unusual when you put it down there. Unfortunately, there weren’t any girls wearing hard shoes there the other night, and being stepped on in beach tongs just doesn’t do it for me.
After the concert, I did the bar thing, sitting on a dance platform and getting my hands stepped on by all manner of heels and shoes, but nothing really stands out, other than that the girls were SMOKIN’! Continue reading “Sound booth stage hand crush“