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.

True Trample Experiences in Tanning Saloon 4.7 (18)

written by Juiced1000
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Its been awhile since I’ve written anything so I thought I’d post some stories of real experiences I’ve had recently. A quick background, me and my girlfriend opened a clips site.

This has been a great excuse to recruit hot girls and have them trample and crush things. Anyways… I met this girl in my tanning salon, she’s 22 years old, a college girl who’s about 5’7″ and a good 140lbs. We started talking and I mentioned my website, she was instantly interested. She asked what the girls do and I told them that they trample me, front and back.

Well she agreed to do a shoot, I asked her “how about a trial run and see if you got what it takes?” with a quick little smile she said sure. We went back into my massage room and I laid on the table face down, she kicked off her flat, black sandals and without hesitation hopped up and stood on my back. “Does this hurt?” she asked, “Not at all, it feels great.” “Where can I go?” “Hey you’re on top, you’re in control, I’m just laying here,” with that she began to walk up and down my back. She placed her foot on my head and pressed down a little, “Does that feel good too?” “Yup.” Then she started to press down on my head harder. Before I knew it she was standing full weight on the side of my head. I could feel myself sinking into the firm massage table. I could smell the slight scent of sweat on her warm soles. She twisted her foot back and forth to test my pain tolerance. Continue reading “True Trample Experiences in Tanning Saloon 4.7 (18)“

Trample Set Up 3.8 (16)

A woman remembers when she helped out to stage an unknown trampling of a friend

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

This was a staged trample set up by one of my former boyfriends. One of his friends had told him of his fantasy to be trampled unknowingly by a woman, so he told him how to go about it. All he had to do was to lie at the bottom of a set of steps that led down from the house to the basement garage.

He covered himself with an old roll of carpet, which extended up the steps, over his stomach and chest, and along the floor. He then concealed his head with a cardboard box which had the side cut out so he could see, and his legs were covered with some old sacks.

My boyfriend was working on a car in the basement and his ploy was to call out for me to come down, and then ask me to go back and get him a drink. Now since this was my boyfriends home and I’d been there many times, of course, I would notice a thing like a guy lying under a carpet at the foot of the stairs, so unbeknown to my trample victim I was in on the plan. I was wearing a white top, light blue jeans and white sneakers. Continue reading “Trample Set Up 3.8 (16)“

Gym Trample 3.7 (16)

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

This is a technique I thought of while working at the gym as an aerobics instructor. When a new guy comes in for a workout programme many of them are quite soft and flabby, but it only takes a matter of weeks for them to harden up. The problem is because the change happens slowly it is difficult for many of them to see the difference. What I sometimes do is get them to lie on their backs and then I step on their stomach with one foot, full weight. Continue reading “Gym Trample 3.7 (16)“

Stranger Trample 4.1 (15)

A girl remembers her first time trampling a stranger

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

This was one of my first tramples on total strangers where I began to think that maybe some guys liked being trampled on. My girlfriends and I were all on a ferry heading back from a resort island that we’d spent the day on. It was about nine at night so it was dark, and the ferry was crowded with people, mainly young like us.

At the front of the ferry, a number of guys were sitting down on the benches or on the floor. One guy had his back against the end of a bench and his legs stretched out along the inside of the rail of the ferry. Although it was dark there was enough light to see his legs, as it was cold he was wearing jeans and a sweater. I was wearing jeans too, plus a sweater and a jersey, plus my well worn white sneakers of course. I walked up to the rail and looked at the view, pretending not to see him. Continue reading “Stranger Trample 4.1 (15)“

Sore Back Trample 4.3 (9)

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

This was one of the occasions where a guy asked to be trampled and got more than he expected.

One of my brother’s friends was complaining of a sore back around our house one day. I was about 16 and my brother and his friend were about 21.

“Di can give you a foot massage,” my brother volunteered, and explained how good it was for him. The guy got down on the ground on his stomach as I asked, and I put one foot on his back. I was wearing my usual soft soles sneakers and I stepped up on him full weight with both feet. I walked up and down his back for a while until I noticed that one of his hands was lying palm up beside him, I pretended to lose my balance and stepped off onto his hand.

“Sorry,” I said stepping back onto his back again. I was walking from his shoulders right down his back and over his but to his thighs, and he wasn’t grunting or groaning so I thought I’d try something else.

“How about turning over, sometimes it works if I do it from the other side so to speak,” I suggested.

He turned over and I put my foot up onto his chest. I stepped up with my other fooot on his stomach. I started to walk up and down, turning around on his chest and stomach. I could see him getting an erection in his pants as I went so he was enjoying it. I walked onto his stomach and put the toe of my sneaker right on the end of his cock where it bulged under his pants. I turned to stand at right angles to his body and again stood with the end of his cock just under the middle of my foot. I could fell it pushing up against the rubber sole of my sneaker and into my foot. I lifted my foot and brought it down right on his cock so that the end actually poked out the other side of my sole. Moving again I faced his head and this time put my heel down on the end of his cock, but I could still feel it bulging under the soft rubber heel of my sneaker.

When i finally got off I noticed a small stain on his pants, so I knew it had been a sexually satisfying exprience for him too. He eventually became my first sexual foot partner and we had many such sessions in the future.

Unwilling trample 4.5 (6)

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

This happened not too long ago, and it’s one of the ways I use to trample on guys. I’d already set up some books I wanted on a shelf in the library. And I made sure there were no chairs around to use. I was wearing jeans and blue sneakers with a white top. I asked a guy I knew slightly in the library to help me get a book, but it was too high for him too.

“How about giving me a leg up?” I asked. He obligingly cupped his hands so I could put one foot in them and boost myself up, but I wavered all over and nearly fell.

“Suppose you kneel down and let me stand on your leg,” I suggested. He knelt on one knee and extended the other leg bent at the knee. I climbed up on his leg and stood there with both feet, but pushed away from the bookshelf so that his knee was forced out and he collapsed under my weight.
“Ok, can you just get on your hands and knees and I’ll stand on your back.”
He got down and I stepped onto his back and lifted myself up with my full weight on both feet. I pretended to look for the book, stepping back and forth and moving my feet about. Once I moved up to his shoulder and reaching over with one foot I placed the sole right on his head.

“Hey! watch it,” he complained.

“Sorry,” I said. I finally grabbed the book I wanted and walking to the rear of his body I stepped down onto the backs of his thighs, and from there to the floor.

“Thanks so much,” I told him. He rolled right over on the floor and lay on his back looking up at me. I walked down between where he was lying and the bookcase, opening the book I pretended to read it.

“You’re heavier than you look you know,” he told me. “You don’t tell a girl that,” I replied and I put my right foot on his stomach and stepped up full weight. I felt my foot sink into his belly and his stomach mussels tighten up beneath the soft rubber sole of my sneaker. I walked on over him and away still pretending to read the book.

An hour later I asked him to help me again. “I’ll find you a set of steps,” he said. How many of you guys reading this would have bothered with getting stairs?

Flight Attendant Crush 4.7 (33)

A guy remembers being trampled by flight attendants on an overnight flight

written by flatmanbe
 original source of the story was Unknown source

The seven-hour flight to Chicago was going to be incredibly boring, no prospect of fun and games trying to contrive situations where I would get one of the female passengers to step on me, since there weren’t any females, in fact only about 20 people boarded the flight from Brussels and mostly they seemed to be businessmen. It’s unusual to achieve trample success anyway, but the effort alone normally keeps me amused for the duration of the flight. I was really geared up for it this time, I’d been drinking at the airport bar since 11.30am, almost two hours, and when I am slightly under the influence my desire to be stepped on is insatiable.

Ten minutes later we were settled in our seats, it turned out a few more passengers turned up and I estimated maybe three dozen in total, but unbelievably no females. When I boarded the aircraft I was greeted as usual by the smiling flight assistants, and I must say all three were very attractive and smartly dressed, and I couldn’t fail to notice the dark blue shoes they were wearing, not very high heels, but very sharp. I always find this a source of frustration, it is virtually impossible to set up any kind of trample with the flight assistants, they bring you a few drinks and your meal, and then disappear into their own quarters, sometimes I stick my foot out a little bit, into the gangway, in the hope it will be stepped on as they walk by, but normally they spot it and just step over it. As I sat there I resigned myself to “flight attendant foot trample” being my only possibility, but at least it’s worth a try. Continue reading “Flight Attendant Crush 4.7 (33)“

The Stunning Blonde 4.9 (21)

A guy remembers being trample massaged by a woman, her daughter, and their female neighbor

written by GreyWolf
 original source of the story was Unknown source

About 10 years ago I had the opportunity to make the acquaintance of a blonde, blue-eyed beauty through my work. She had experienced some marriage problems including physical abuse, and I helped her to move into a shelter temporarily until a restraining order could be issued, then into a nice apartment in the city. We became friends during the course of her divorce, and she often would either offer to share a meal with me when I got off work or just come by for a visit about 3 or 4 times a week.

Now … that’s the background … now for the story. Suzanna at the time was 35 but was “carded” every time she visited the gambling boat in town ‘cause she looked younger than 21. She stood 5’9” and weighed about 145# with one of the most beautiful shapes you’ve ever been blessed to view. She was tanned, blonde hair to her shoulders, and absolutely stunning 7 ½ feet always with a perfect pedicure. Guys, she was (and still is at 45) the kind of lady that would come into my workplace to see me and you had to wipe up the slobber from all the men in the building that saw her. Got the picture?

Ok, now …
The 1st time I visited her in her new apartment after she was all moved in, she and her 18-year-old daughter (also really pretty, but nothing like Mom) had fixed a fantastic meal to celebrate her new freedom and to show her appreciation of my efforts. After we finished the meal, she said, “Why don’t you stretch out on the carpet in the living room and let me and Krystle give you a back massage – You look so tense and you are always so stressed from work – I know you will love it.” Continue reading “The Stunning Blonde 4.9 (21)“

Jenny: The return 4 (15)

A story about a young adult being dominated by a younger girl

written by BK
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It had been half a year of keeping a low profile since I had last seen Jenny, the attractive sporty teen who had, along with her friends brought about the most humiliating experience of my life. Since then I had turned 18 and lost my girlfriend (who thought I was a wimp and got involved with strange people).

However, had I but known that things were about to return to that all time low I would have caught a different bus or no bus at all.

It was the height of summer and the weather was ridiculously hot. I got onto the bus to the town centre and sat down at the back, on a seat that faced backwards so I could see the road behind me (I preferred to travel this way).

After a few stops, the bus gradually filled up. My seat remained fairly empty though. The bus stopped yet again in the towns suburbs. After a clamour of people getting on and off it moved again.

“Hello there.” Came an excited female voice as an enthusiatic girl with flowing blonde hair jumped onto the chair next to me, her smooth legs in shorts pushing against mine, I gasped in realisation as to who it was.

“At last I’ve got you. What happened to your year’s slavery then? You disappeared that night, you still owe me you know.” She elobowed me in the ribs. Continue reading “Jenny: The return 4 (15)“

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)“