Category: Trampling

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.

Leaf Man Part 13 4.5 (2)

This entry is part 13 of 13 in the series Leaf Man

Part 13 of Groundview’s Leaf Man

written by Groundview
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Brenda is so muscular and strong that I feel her solid mass through her lumpy white sock brush up against the side of my neck as she wobbles to get her balance. I feel the warmth of her other sweat suited knee wedged on my face while the coldness of her sneaker’s sole bottom is parked on my neck.

Brenda now stands, and repositions her other sneaker, completely on my sideways laying head. Brenda’s muscular legs are squeezing the side of my face into the earth, to support her full body weight. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 13 4.5 (2)“

A new Lady Trampler 4.9 (8)

written by GreyWolf
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Well guys, it’s been a while since ol’ Greywolf last posted, but I’m back with an explanation and a new story. Over the last few months, I’ve been battling an enemy that came home with me from a distant jungle in the early 1970s. As a result, I’ve been very weak, tired, and generally feeling rough … but with good medical care and proper rest, I’ve been returning to a basic platform of recovery. Because of the health situation during this time, I’ve not been able to enjoy some of my special hobbies … one of those hobbies being limited is the one that is the basis of this forum.

Well, about 4 weeks ago a very special friend came to visit. I remember well the times that trampling has come up by way of TV shows or other friends, but she always declined the opportunity to have a guy under her very attractive feet. However, about a year and ½ ago, I was showing her some Shiatsu information (which involves walking on a person) and some pics from a few trample sites. After looking at the printouts I made for her, she said she’d like to give it a try. She pointed out that her cousin occasionally walked on her back, so walking on my back and my front might be ok. A few days later, she and I were sitting on the couch and watching one of my DVD’s. It happened to be Charlie’s Angels, which has a good scene of “back-walking” by Lucy Liu. She mentioned that when the video was over she’d like to try walking on me. “Finally!” I thought, she’s going to give it a try. She (I’ll call her Deanna) was 5’8”, 135#, and size 8 ½ feet. Continue reading “A new Lady Trampler 4.9 (8)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 3.2 (6)

written by andsonpoa
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

A few days later, I stopped by to see Ida-Lisa, who was alone in the store. She looked less annoyed than the last time I’d seen her. She was unpacking some things, so I could watch her in peace. I liked it when she dropped an empty bag on the floor and accidentally stepped on it. “This is where the bags should be,” I said, my voice tinged with longing. “What kind of person are you?” Ida-Lisa asked as she turned around, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Hi, my name is Ove,” I said, glancing at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “Oh, really?” Ida-Lisa replied. “I’m going to work as a walkway mat from now on,” I said, casting another glance at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I didn’t order anything like that, but lie down in front of, or rather, behind, the checkout counter, and I’ll give it a try.” I walked over and lay down. I had barely settled in when the first customer walked in. Ida-Lisa walked toward me with a welcoming smile for the customer, who didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. She just picked out what she wanted and lined it up at the register. Standing gently on me, Ida-Lisa talked with her. They then stood there chatting about nothing for a while. I enjoyed being flattened under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I know you’ve started working out, but I didn’t realize it would affect your height,” said the customer, who happened to be the known hairdresser, amused. She leaned over the counter and looked down at me as I lay there, smiling at her. “You’re such a dodgeball, lying there,” she said with a playful wink in my direction. “Yeah, I’m lying here enjoying myself under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops.” Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 3.2 (6)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 2 3.8 (6)

written by andsonpoa
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

After Ida-Lisa had trampled all over me, her flip-flops had left some dirty footprints on my T-shirt. Unfortunately, they disappeared when I had to wash the clothes, so I came up with the idea of making them more permanent. I didn’t have the slightest idea how to go about it, so I looked up information on printing on textiles. I found a type of dye powder that you mix with water, which was supposed to create a durable finish on the print. Ida-Lisa was on board with my idea. I wanted the imprint to look as natural as possible, so one day when the ground was damp from light rain, I folded up a white T-shirt. When I saw a young woman scampering by in flip-flops, I hoped she’d come into the store. With my heart pounding with anticipation, I placed the T-shirt just inside the store door. I was incredibly lucky when the young woman headed straight toward me. She took a few steps on my T-shirt, leaving a pair of footprints from her sandal soles right across the T-shirt’s stomach and chest. Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 2 3.8 (6)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 4.3 (9)

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Trampling girl in a store

The author writes about experiences with a likeminded girl who trampled him on multiple occasions

written by andsonpoa
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

Right on time every day, a very cute girl with the most wonderful figure I’d ever laid my eyes on showed up outside my small workshop space. During the summer, her very beautiful and sexy feet were tucked into one of several different pairs of flip-flops. I don’t know why she always arrived at exactly same time, though I knew she worked at one of the nearby stores. I had my little repair shop in a basement room with a small window facing an open staircase with three steps. The company that owns the building has set up a collection point for recyclables. I could watch, relatively undisturbed, as the girl climbed those few steps. One day, she apparently couldn’t fit a cardboard box into the slot where they were supposed to be placed. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her drop the box down below the stairs and stomp on it, flattening it. She used her wonderful feet to bend it up before bending down to pick it up. Her blue eyes met mine as she stared straight into my eyes with an amused smile. She waved at me teasingly, and I responded with a blown kiss. Unfortunately, I couldn’t open the window, so I could only stare at her gorgeous feet as she climbed back up the stairs. Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 4.3 (9)“

Russian self defense student 3.9 (9)

The author reminisces about an experience being trampled by a female self defense student

written by ckj03
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Well, excuse me if my stories aren’t very well written, but they are all true. I’ll give you one with a girl who was an awesome trampler. Her name is Milana. She’s Russian, 5’10 about 140 lbs, with a size 9 shoe.

I met her online and offered her a free self-defense class, as I used to teach free lessons, being in martial arts for over 10 years at the time. It happened about two years ago. Continue reading “Russian self defense student 3.9 (9)“

Pizza Girl 4.4 (7)

written by andsonpoa
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

My neighbor Edna and I decided we’d go grab a pizza at the best pizzeria in town, down by the square in the old center of the town. Since it was Sunday, a very young and cute girl was working. As far as I understand, she’s some kind of relative of the pizzeria owner. She only works on Sundays, so I used to take the opportunity to pick up pizza there just to get a sneak peek at her lovely body. The girl was a little over 1.60 meters tall with a flat stomach and beautifully shapely legs. She has a wonderfully shaped behind and nice breasts. Her face is very cute in a Southern European way, framed by her gorgeous black hair. Her black eyes are always bright and cheerful. She always wears a red shirt with the pizzeria’s logo and black, form-fitting pants that were a little long, with a hem that fell over the white sneakers she always wears. Continue reading “Pizza Girl 4.4 (7)“

A Trip to the Countryside 4.8 (12)

A fantasy about a beautiful girl and her cowboy boots

written by Tran
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

John was your regular, everyday, normal boy. Ordinary height, build, and generally uninteresting to the naked eye. But there was something special about him, something so exciting but yet too sensitive to talk about with anyone but himself. He had a trampling fetish. He always fantasized about being under the feet of women and being humiliated by them; it just gave him an unexplainable spark for life. He had a fictional trampling scenario with every girl at his school, even some teachers too! Some could call this creepy, but in his eyes it was all a big plan that would eventually come to be. And it would, even though John didn’t see it at the time, his big journey into realizing his dreams would begin the day he went on a trip to the countryside with his parents.

It was a sunny morning, perfect for outdoor expeditions, something that fueled John’s father to take the whole family out to the countryside to enjoy some fresh air and escape the fumes of the city. With that said, John, his mother, and his sister Emily all got in the car with his father and began their adventure. But John had his very own adventure to live, he just didn’t know it yet. When they arrived at their destination, a small village consisting mainly of farms, John was already bored, itching to return home and continue the gaming session he left unfinished when his father had this “fantastic” idea of family bonding. But this wasn’t happening since they would be stuck there at least until the afternoon, so he took a walk around, trying to see if there was anything worth checking out in that tiny little village. While walking, he came across many farms, but one specifically caught his eye, one that was run by a girl around his age. Continue reading “A Trip to the Countryside 4.8 (12)“

University Life part 32 5 (3)

written by StompedAllOver
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The girls left me to clean myself up in the bathroom and when I eventually came out I went into the kitchen to get some paracetamol.  My whole head but in particular my nose was absolutely throbbing.  I downed the tablets with a glass of water and turned round to face the girls.  They were sitting at the counter having a coffee.  Erin had her phone and said “let me take a quick pic of your nose.  The rest of the girls want to see.”  She snapped a couple of pics of my face and then handed me the phone and said “take a pic of our boots.”  She sent them off to the group then put her phone down.

Riah looked at me and said “ready for round 2?” as she finished the rest of her coffee.  “Are you fucking joking?” I replied, “you broke my nose It’s going to be a while before you stand on my face again.”  “Oh man up will you”, replied Erin sarcastically, “it’s just your nose.  If you want your face stood on what do you expect is going to happen?”  “Yeah I know, and I don’t mind” I replied “but you need to give it a few weeks now to heal.”  “Haha”, replied Riah “I think we all know that’s not going to happen”.  “Exactly” agreed Erin. Continue reading “University Life part 32 5 (3)“

A summer in Chicago 3.6 (7)

written by Texas Kenpo
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

I walked into a restaurant named Texas, I smiled, still weary from driving 18 hours. I came to Chicago to see family its my last summer before life begins.

Its the summer before brfore my Sr. Year of High School. That valuable time your still free to live life before life gets in the way, before work and bills require all your attention.

I’m from Eustace a small town in East TX, its a quiet town between Dallas and Tyler.

Most of my relatives lived in the suburbs of Chicago. I haven’t seen family up there in years being a thousand miles away makes it hard to visit. I could have tried harder over the years but we all get wrapped up in our own life. Out of site out of mind I guess. Continue reading “A summer in Chicago 3.6 (7)“