A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
This category contains all the stories about trampling or stories where the main focus is trampling. For the further details about a specific story look at the tags for that story.
There are many people interested in trampling. Some of those people are keen on being trampled by others, some would rather be on top, doing the trampling. All of them and many others who have just fantasized about trampling like to read about the experiences or fantasies of others with the same fantasies.
The author writes about his earliest trample experiences
written in October 2003
I was 12 before I fully realized where my interests lay, and that was a long time ago…back in 1978. The events of that year were some of the most intense I’ve ever had. Continue reading “Early trample experiences“
The author writes about one of his experiences in trampling
written in March 2004
I can’t believe this worked!
My wife has NOT been in a trampling mood lately. I was lying on the floor last night while she was working on the computer, and when she got up to get something to drink she stepped OVER me. I was so disappointed because it’s almost been a given that she would just walk right on me in that situation. I was starting to feel a bit deprived (or is it depraved?). Continue reading “Trampled by Saleswoman at Work“
5th part of the story about Carol and her co-workers
Hearing the woman’s astonishing voice, Carol spun around on my face to greet her co-worker.
She came to rest with her back to the cash register and her left heel was resting right on my left eye (it’s a good thing I had placed the plexiglass eyepieces over my eyes) and her right heel was pressing into my forehead. Her soles were mashing down the rest of my face as she stood there and greeted her friend. Continue reading “Support Part 5“
Cash register support’s adventures with his wife Carol continue
The sudden release of pressure as Carol stepped down from my face was most welcome, but it didn’t last long.
Betty’s feet immediately replaced Carol’s on my face as she stepped up with first one foot and then the other and stood on my face while she busied herself with the cash register. She stood with her sharp spike heels digging into my chin and her soles mashing down my forehead and eyes. Continue reading “Support Part 4“
The author remembers the finger-stepping experience during New Year’s eve
A few months ago, I was asked to write this down. Now that I finally have a stretch of time at my disposal I can sit down and write it. It happened during the public New Year celebration 2021/22. Our city traditionally makes a big concert in front of the town hall and brings local and regional stars. The city is also an interesting holiday destination for visitors not only from neighboring countries but also for visitors from further locations. Sure, not all of them end up in front of the town hall, many of them don’t, but some do. Usually there get to be about 30k people, of whom many disperse shortly after midnight fireworks. Continue reading “New Year’s Eve“
The author remembers one of the more daring tramplings of his life
written in August 2002
I have always wanted to push my limits to the max. My wife knows I like taking it to the max, but she always backs off on me. So, I came up with an idea to try… I figured if she could not see the pain on my face or the look of panic in my eyes that she would really pulverize me well. Continue reading “I was destroyed“
Support story continues
I hadn’t laid there very long when I heard footsteps coming toward me and out of the corner of my eye could see Carol approaching. Apparently, the store had opened because just before Carol reached me I heard someone else approach from the other side of the counter and place something on the counter.
As Carol neared I expected she would sort of look at me and acknowledge me lying there before she stepped up on me, but she didn’t give me the slightest glance. She just walked right onto me as though I were a natural part of the floor and began to converse with the waiting customer. Continue reading “Support Part 3“
The author helped an acquaintance to move to another apartment, but the day turned out differently than he had imagined. The story is experience based.
This one is from back in the early 90s. and is an experience with my usual “writer’s liberty”…..
I had known Debbie for a while not really well, more of an acquaintance than a friend.
It was a Friday night and I was at a local nightclub, which we both frequented. She was sitting at the bar, so I sat down next to her to order a drink. We said our hello’s, and some small talk. I asked her why she seemed a little down. She said I’m supposed to move to the apartment across the hall by tomorrow, and all of the help that I line up backed out on me. I said how much stuff do you have to move? Debbie said I’ve already moved all the little stuff, all that’s left is the heavy stuff. I said well maybe I can help you out. She said I can really use the help, and I owe you one. Continue reading “Trading Favors“
The second part of an old story
I was excited at the prospect of what I was about to do. Ideas were running through my head like never before. At last, I had something I could do to demonstrate my worth. I’ll show her I can support her. Perhaps I should have thought the thing through more, but I was on a roll and nothing was going to stop me now. Continue reading “Support Part 2“
A husband finds a way to support his wife
It all started as the result of an argument between my wife, Carol, and me. I had lost my job of 13 years and was feeling unproductive and uncaring. All I did was lay around the house and mope all day feeling sorry for myself while Carol worked as a sales clerk in the women’s clothing section of a department store. As such, she wore high-heeled shoes and hose and spent nearly the entire day on her feet, which made her feet very tired and sore. Carol was an attractive woman with long slender legs that look great in hose and heels. She was about 5′ 9″ and slender weighing about 110 lbs. She always seemed light to me, at least before now. I found out that 110 lbs. can be damned heavy. Continue reading “Support Part 1“