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.

Fingers crushed at a multilevel concert 4 (6)

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 (6)“

Accidental heel mark 3.8 (29)

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 3.8 (29)“

Carpet Roll Trample 4.4 (18)

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 4.4 (18)“

Unknowing Finger Crush 3.9 (8)

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 3.9 (8)“

Theater Actress Unknown Trampling 3.1 (13)

A man gets his finger crushed by an unwitting theater actress

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

The third time was also at the theater. I was backstage, and the star (a primadonna, about 5’8″, blond, big blue eyes, early 20’s, about 130lbs.) was rushing along a black border curtain to go change costumes. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her.

Continue reading “Theater Actress Unknown Trampling 3.1 (13)“

Night Trample 3.6 (5)

A short story about a cave guide who saw candid trample of a tourist by another tourist in a dark cave

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

This happened to a friend of mine, but to make it more interesting I’ll tell it in his words.

” I work as a guide in a glow worm grotto. Because of the glow worms we use night vision goggles as guides, we don’t allow torches. The tourists have a handrail to hold onto and if we needed to we had a filtered torch we could guide them with.

One night I was guiding a German woman and her ten-year-old daughter, and a Uk guy. The German woman was wearing hiking boots with heavy treads, and the girl was wearing blue converse type sneakers.

We’d just walked up some steps and I was directing my green filtered torch behind me as I went, I turned to look back to see the guy had fallen somehow at the top of the steps. The glow from my torch was just enough to show the German woman there was something on the ground, but not what. He was lying at a sort of an angle across the path on his stomach. She placed her left foot on his ass and then stepped forward onto his back before walking on over him onto the ground. Her daughter almost tripped over his legs but held onto the handrail and stepped on the back of his legs. She then walked right up his back with two or three steps, her last step actually came down on the side of his head but slipped off and ended up beside his face. As they continued on I went back and helped the guy to his feet. The two others apparently didn’t even realize they had walked over him, though they must have felt the body underfoot, maybe they thought it was undergrowth or something.

The guy was unhurt, and just laughed about it.”

After he told me this I often thought about going on one of his trips and setting myself up as an obstacle. But I never did.

Too Much 4.3 (13)

written by Andy 21121
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I must tell you this story. Whether you decide its fact or fiction is entirely up to you, the point to remember is its possible if nothing else.

The story is set a few years ago when I was employed as a taxi driver for a
local firm. For a few nights, we had been picking up fares from a large hotel that was hosting a few special nights in a marquee to celebrate the Christmas season.

As I had parked outside waiting for my passengers I noticed that the toilets were situated near to the marquee and the route was laid out with a length of carpet from the marquee edged with a chain fence. I also noticed that the
walkway was covered to protect from the weather and there were two separate toilet buildings – one for ladies and one for men. I noticed that the ladies room was pretty close to the boundary of the hotel and one of the lights was broken which threw a shadow across the walkway and into the field beyond.

A plan started to form as I watched young women walking up and down the walkway. The fashion of the day seemed to promote short dresses and chunky heels as going out attire and I started to think how easy it would be to hide under the carpet and fulfill my wildest fantasy. I thought about it and dismissed the idea as stupid – I would have to spend at least five hours under there as the functions were from seven till midnight and once committed there was no going back. As I watched the women going back and forth I thought I could easily last five hours as the chunky heels did not cause too much pain and it was more a feeling of being squashed down now and again for a short time rather than the painful trample you get from spike heels. Continue reading “Too Much 4.3 (13)“

Surreptitious Trample 3.9 (12)

written by Sparky
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Back in the early seventies, I owned a restaurant called “Abraxas.” It was an exotic Mexican food establishment. Instead of using themes such as Cantimflas, burros, mercados, sombreros y serapes, siestas, etc. I used an Aztec theme. I had rich artwork of pyramids painted on the walls (I had the walls painted orange and then the artwork was ‘blacked-in.’), exhibits of pre-Colombian artifacts, soft lighting; mainly yellow and orange lights, and oil lamps on the tables.

After a year, I had to expand the place. I added about 622 sq. ft to the back of the building for the new kitchen and where the old kitchen was, I built booths where one can draw a curtain for privacy if one wished.

It was a hip place! People would often leave doobies or rails for tips!

When I was laying out space for my new office, the cognition hit me!

Noting that the office was going to be adjacent to the ladies restroom, I decided to remodel it as well. Continue reading “Surreptitious Trample 3.9 (12)“

Cousin’s wedding 3.8 (24)

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

It was my cousin’s wedding. She was 18 years older than me (I was eight at the time). I knew I had a fascination with women’s high heels, but I wasn’t sure then of the extent of my interest, or why. Regardless, I continually tried to put myself in a position to be near them. Well, it was a wedding night and everyone was dressed to perfection. I even had a little suit on. This was the perfect opportunity for me to do what I loved best to do.

After dinner people started wandering, visiting, doing the wedding thing. I started wandering the hall looking for potential foot action. I found a table with three ladies, their husbands or dates were elsewhere. I didn’t recognize them, so I got down on all fours and began to play with a small matchbox car I brought with me. I was near their table and eventually, they ignored my presence. Casually I made my move, driving my car under their table. The tablecloth covering it went almost to the floor, so I knew I had solid cover. Continue reading “Cousin’s wedding 3.8 (24)“

Into the Snow 3 (11)

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

It was early December and I’d stopped at an outdoor “estate auction”. There was snow on the ground and quite a few people wandering around looking the items to be auctioned. As the auction began, I noticed two women standing side by side. One was very attractive wearing a knee-length winter coat and knee-length fashion boots with about 2-1/2″ heels that tapered down to a roundish tip about 3/4″ in diameter. As she watched the auction, she kept lifting one foot, tapping her lifted heel against her other ankle and then shifting her weight, she would put the one foot down, digging her heel into the snow while lifting the other foot in the same way. I watched for a couple of minutes and she continued to do the same thing noticed she had created two little holes in the hard-packed snow, one for each heel. Continue reading “Into the Snow 3 (11)“