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.
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“
The author wrote about his recent experience, unknowing hand trampling on a sidewalk
Tonight was another great night for getting my fingers stepped on! It was closing time for the bars and people were hanging around on the sidewalk socializing and waiting for cabs. All I had to do was pick out a nice-looking girl that happened to be standing near the curb, then sit down next to her.
They seldom (if ever) pay any attention to you, usually, they’ve been drinking and are way too preoccupied with the other people around them to notice what they’re standing on! Actually, I got my hand stepped on by at least 8 different women within 20 minutes, and most of them did happen to notice fairly quickly. Even after they step off I leave my hand right there, hoping they’ll be intentionally cruel and step back onto it. This seldom happens, but usually, within a couple of minutes I can get my hand into position to be stepped on again by the same girl “accidentally”. Continue reading “Fingers stepped on mercilessly“
The author remembers tricking a friend into crushing his fingers unknowingly
It started from a conversation with a woman named Cindy. I had worked with her for a while at the bookstore and now that we were both on to more “professional” careers I thought I could utilize our acquaintance for some hand crushing and trampling.
I decided to call her and explain that I was working with a friend who shot demos for shoe company commercials. These demos were NOT commercials themselves but spot demos that gave the client an idea of what the real ads would entail. I told her that I needed a shoe model and that we would be able to pay her $20.00 an hour. She agreed and I got her shoe size (7 ½) and set the date. Continue reading “True Finger Crushing“
The author remembers an unknown multi-crush experience under a plywood board
I’m middle-aged now, but as I grew older, and still an avid crush lover for
30 or 40 years, I’ve expanded my need for good, serious crushings. I’ve owned several houses. A few had finished basements. One, in particular, had a wet bar, TV, a pool table, two sofas, and several chairs and was well suited for what was planned.
My girlfriend, thinking we would marry, would do anything for me. I asked her for her help in coming up with a plan to satisfy (at least for a while) my multiple woman crush fantasy. She said, “OK but what can I do?” I paused and said “Throw a party in three weeks for all of your girlfriends, with free food and drinks and secret gifts. I’ll pay for everything.”
I told her that I was going to build a “false floor” at the base of the stairs down to the basement. My mind was racing with the thought of being under several attractive, sexy women in flowing dresses and high heels. Continue reading “False Floor Crush“
A short recollection of a quick unknown hand crush
I have recently remembered an event that was probably my first high heeled crush. I would have been about 12 and I was at a jumble sale!
There was a woman, a redhead, standing on piles of clothes that had fallen off the stall. She was wearing brown high heels. As she moved along the stall she continued to trample on the fallen clothes. Continue reading “First high heeled crush“
The author’s recollection of an intense finger crush on a dance floor
This event took place on December 25th, 2004 at a small local bar/club, which one of my friend’s parents owns. When I was in High School with him around grade 11 and 12 we use to go there quite often since his parents owned the place and liked me and gave us free drinks on many occasions. That night I did not go with my friend who’s parents own the bar since he’s currently in Paris, instead, I went there alone to go see his older female cousin who works there and his mother.
The entrance to the place is at ground/street level, but as you walk down a short luminous corridor there are flights of stairs that descend approximately one floor below street level. The bar is right in front of you as you reach the bottom and it’s shaped like an L and there are mirrors all over the place and bottles and cups hanging from the ceiling above the staff. As you walk further into the bar there is a large aquarium built into the wall with about ten fish in it. Once you pass the aquarium and go through a poorly lit door you enter the dance area with large speakers in all the corners and a crappy DJ booth on the upper right-hand side on a platform. Continue reading “Christmas Night Unknowing Finger Crush“
The author writes about unknowing hand trample he had at a party his wife threw
“One of the girls in the office is moving to Washington state. Remember Barbara? We met her and her husband at the Christmas party. They are a really nice couple.”
“Yeah, I remember”, I replied. I remembered Barbara all right. She was a knockout at the party. She had worn a long dress and a pair of tall slender heels with wide straps and her toes peeking out. Her husband? Well, I remembered that he was there…
“I like working with her. Anyway, we were talking about having some kind of farewell thing and I thought maybe we could have a cook-out here. Just for a few of the girls in the office, you know?”
“Sounds ok to me. I can get out of here for a while. When were you going to have it?” I had some plans of my own in mind! We have a good sized deck on the back of the house and had cookouts before with some of our friends. When I would go under the back of the deck where our grill and outdoor stuff is stored I realized how easy it would be to reach out under the edge of the deck from where I was. And since Deanna always set out some snacks and chips there, everyone was always hanging out right where I could reach out to touch their feet! Except that it was during the day and half the crowd were men, and I was one of the hosts.
“Saturday after next is what I was thinking if that’s ok. Later in the afternoon or early evening so we don’t take up the whole day.”
“Sure. You should have an evening party and then if people want they can go out afterward. I’ll set up the party lights around the yard for you.”
“I guess that would be good, let me check with everyone else.” Continue reading “Backyard BBQ“