Category: Candid trampling

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.

Local college library finger crush experience 4 (8)

The author remembers his finger being crushed at a public library

written by CEF1964
 original source of the story was Unknown source

My favorite place to go for finger crushing is the local college library. The area with the most intense readers and the least traffic (while fingers are trapped) seems to be the science/medical level where the book stacks are about 3 feet apart with 3 shelves each and flat top for reading/research.

I’ve worked for years to try to perfect the test for how sensitive the woman is for objects under her feet. One of my favorites is to place a ballpoint pen under her shoes and watch for her reaction (if you’ve got one you can work with, remove the pen and slip a finger or two underneath her shoe).

If she is uncomfortable and looks down, she will generally kick it away. If not, you’ve struck gold… she will not look down and: 1) try to adjust her stance and step off whatever she feels 2) simply stand firmly on it 3) be a dream girl who will not look down and will “play” with what she feels underfoot. Continue reading “Local college library finger crush experience 4 (8)“

Finger crush in Hallmark shop 2.7 (11)

The author recalls an early age finger crush experience

written by CEF1964
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Another of my memories from when I was around 11. I would ride my bike to the local Hallmark gift and greeting card shop. There was a young lady (college age) who worked there. She always seemed to be working when I went. I loved her because she wore very sexy shoes. Most were platform and had wedge heels.

On this particular occasion, I had gone with the intent of sticking baseball cards under ladies’ shoes with two-sided tape so I could watch them walk on/crush them. Unfortunately (or so I thought at first) she was working on the greeting card displays on the aisle where I had the most success since it was furthest from the register. Continue reading “Finger crush in Hallmark shop 2.7 (11)“

Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)

The author writes about his experience as a dummy on a film set

written by Doorstep
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Some years back, after reading the scenario of a new film, I arranged a deal with a very good friend of mine, who is a movie director. He was to shoot a film in which during one of the scenes a group of about 80 women flies from a fire in their office building via a small corridor. At the end of that corridor, they could leave the building via an emergency rope ladder. ( In fact, it were only 20 women, but when they were down the ladder, they had to walk back via a bypass to the “end of the line” to do it over and over).

In the “panic” two women fell and were trampled and there was also the same fate for one of the guards, who was pushed over when he tried to help one of the fallen women. Of course, the women around them, unable to help, panicked and warned everyone to be careful, because their colleague was on the floor. While the women were pushed forward, they all did their utmost to prevent stepping on them, but from the fourth row, because of all the noise, the women had not heard the warnings and were unaware of the victims on the floor. Even if they had known, they couldn’t do anything about it and often they were not even able not to step on them. Continue reading “Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)“

A Childhood Thanksgiving 4.2 (18)

The writer remembers an unknown hand crush when he was young

written by Mat11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

When I was 6 years old, I remember fondly Thanksgiving at my Aunt Sarah’s. I loved my Aunt Sarah and I used to eat with her on Thanksgiving while my parents were working (they both worked at the hospital). I remember after dinner when all the men were watching football, the ladies sat around the table and chatted.

Although I was attracted to the female foot, obviously I didn’t know why. In any event, I found myself with a small paper plate of thinly sliced turkey, playing beneath the table. The table sat eight ladies and was covered by a large tablecloth. I started eating and playing with my hot wheels amongst the high-heeled feet. Continue reading “A Childhood Thanksgiving 4.2 (18)“

Finger Crushing at Haitian Carnival 3 (5)

The writer remembers a hand trampling at a Carnival

written by MagiK_11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I experienced several finger crushing experiences in my live but most of them occurred when I was a teenager. One time during Carnival in Haiti when I was about seventeen years old I went up on a float with friends and started fooling around and drinking like hell. We continually drank rum, and beers and were pretty shit faced in just a few hours.

I proceeded to sit down near one of the rails at one point and noticed several women dancing and grinding to the music. At this point I was not completely drunk, instead I was a bit light headed but I was acting drunk in order for the girls around me to ignore my behavior. Continue reading “Finger Crushing at Haitian Carnival 3 (5)“

Fingers crushed at a concert 3.5 (6)

The author remembers his fingers being crushed at a concert

written by Heelvector
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was at an amusement park that was to have a concert on this hot summers night. There were far too many people (over 3500 I found out later) for the concert area to hold and still allow people to see the bands. To make seeing the bands worse the paved ground of the concert area was higher at the stage and lower as you got farther from the stage.

There was a cement wall that bordered part of the concert area. This wall was bought about 2′ wide and 4′ high relative to the ground of the concert area. Behind the wall were grass and low shrubs that were the same height as the wall. The only easy way to get to the wall and grass/shrubs was from the concert area as behind this was a building.

The wall, grass, and shrubs were full of standing girls trying to get a better view of the bands. It was a hot summer night and the girls were sexily dressed to match the summer heat. As I looked up two girls particularly annoyed by the shrubs were holding hands jumping on them together, crushing them further and breaking their branches. I could hear the cracking as they yielded under their weight. This was going to be what I call a multilevel concert YES !! Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a concert 3.5 (6)“

Fingers crushed at a multilevel concert 4 (5)

The author remembers a finger crush at a concert

written by Heelvector
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I like to go to large sold out or near sell out “multilevel” concerts. You know where girls are standing on the field steps benches/chairs dancing in place. Their weight beautifully shifting from leg to leg foot to foot in time to the music..

After partying in the parking lot getting “primed”; the hot outdoors summers night and the music. The energy of girls dancing at a concert can be awesome.

At this concert there were very long concrete steps interfacing the field; to the upper level. This was packed with standing people. I saw a space on the steps between two standing girls and sat down. On my right was a tall girl with long straight dark hair wearing tight light colored jeans. After sitting there a couple of minutes I looked up and saw her legs and the curves of her beautiful “backside” moving to the music. Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a multilevel concert 4 (5)“

Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)

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

My particular attraction for women in high heels really began when one aunt of mine sparkled my attention. So much that I’ll never forget the first pair of high heels I felt a fetish for, a couple of white pumps.

I remember seeing her wearing them for the first time at a family wedding. And she kept wearing them in the next 2 weddings. It was kind of her pair of shoes for special occasions. After some dancing, she would usually take them off, put them in a bag and replace them for a more comfortable and open pair of shoes. One time, she caught me staring at her feet while changing shoes. She just said: “I love these shoes but they really start hurting my feet after some hours. And they get very sweaty too, especially after dancing.” Wow, those were words that a foot/shoe fetishist like myself loved to hear. Continue reading “Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)“

Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)

A guy gets to be trampled unknowingly while hiding under carpet in carpet store.

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

Before I had left school I had a Saturday job working in the local carpet shop (warehouse) as a general hand. This is a true story I thought might interest you.

One of the secretaries (Debbie was her name) always wore high heel shoes or boots and thought nothing of walking or climbing all over the rolls of carpet. I got to work a little early one morning and while nobody was looking I piled up some carpet offcut in the doorway of the office. Then I hid behind some rolls of carpet and waited until Debbie came in. I heard the clip-clop of her heels on the wooden piece of the floor just down the corridor, as she came to the door of her office she walked straight on to the carpet then went into the office. Continue reading “Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)“

Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)

A guy remembers being unknowingly stepped by many girls while hiding behind bleachers

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Too often I played under the bleachers in high school. I frequently put my finger under the high heels of many, many women standing up on the bleachers.

Without exception, the crushing was with such force that I still today have several scars on my hands and fingers and partial numbness on the side of my right pinkie for about a two months afterward. The thing that was so exciting was that as several girls leaned back on my finger with their spikes, they had no idea what they were stepping on. In the back of their mind, they may have thought that their stance wasn’t quite right, but that was to be expected since there was a lot of stuff like paper cups wooden drink stirrers on the board. Continue reading “Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)“