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.

The new pair of stilettos 4.7 (28)

trample from the woman’s perspective

written by Anonymous author
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A real life story as told by my wife.

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I ask you if you like my new heels. They look sooo sexy in black patent leather. The contrasting red soles, have this deep red color almost like blood.

Looking at the tip of the heel. It is indeed very narrow. Can’t be more than 5 mm in diameter. They say the thinness of the tip is a signature feature.

The stilettos are 120 mm high, and will pierce through the palm of your hand like nothing. That’s what makes this shoe so sexy, and elegant. They are the Louboutin, So Kate’s.

I can assure you that you and this extremely narrow heel will be acquainted soon enough. I’m not sure you will love the signature feature as much as me. This is going to hurt!

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A Night at the Concert 4.7 (36)

written by Trampling Queen
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The pulsating beats of the music echoed through the open-air concert venue as a sea of people swayed to the rhythm. The strobe lights flashed in sync with the bass, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Among the crowd were a group of friends—Emily, Sarah, Hannah, and Chloe—who had been eagerly anticipating this night for months.

They pushed their way closer to the stage, laughing and singing along to their favorite songs. The energy was infectious, and they felt invincible. Every beat of the drum, every lyric sung, seemed to electrify the air around them. With each passing moment, the crowd grew denser, and their excitement reached fever pitch.

Unbeknownst to them, just a few feet away, lay a man named Jack. Earlier in the evening, he had deliberately positioned himself in the thick of the crowd, fueled by a secret desire. Jack had a foot fetish and craved the sensation of being trampled, especially by the carefree and oblivious feet of the dancing girls. He had waited for this moment, knowing that the chaos of the concert would provide the perfect opportunity for his fantasy to come to life.  Continue reading “A Night at the Concert 4.7 (36)“

My First Experience 4.8 (71)

Beginning of a trample fetish . . .

written by Yoboi435
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When I was little, I loved being pressed down. I would always tease my cousins so that they would pin me on the floor. This fondness of weight being pressed on me later translated into a fetish. But when you are young, you don’t have any “sexual feelings”. It just feels good on you, like a warm shower or eating sweets. Out of pure innocence, I would do stuff that later I realized how dangerous they actually were. At that age, you don’t really seem to calculate risk into your choices all that much. But until then, nobody actually trampled me.

Every summer, we would visit my aunt’s house. She lived far away from the city, in a little village. Because of that, staying at her house for the weekend was the best option. My aunt was a lot of fun, as she was younger then my mother, but not actually young. I think at that time she was 38 years old. She was kind of tall at 6′. She played a lot of sports in her youth, so a good part of her 180 pounds were muscle.

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University Life Part 30 4.8 (24)

written by StompedAllOver
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In the kitchen the girls smirked at me when I walked in. “Fancy some salad?”, Erin asked. “No I’m good thanks”, I replied. “Where the hell did you put the mouthwash?” “It’s hidden”, Riah said, and they both laughed. “Why don’t you want any food?” said Erin again. “I’ve lost my appetite”, I replied. “What’s the problem, you lick ass all the time”. “Yeah I know” I replied “but it’s different when you’ve just, you know, gone”. “Come on, was it really that much worse”, said Riah. “No I suppose it wasn’t”, I admitted. “Well you’re going to need to man up”, said Erin “cause I’ve never felt fresher. If you want to keep getting under my stinky feet you’re going to need to keep cleaning my stinky ass”. This caused the two of them to burst out laughing again. “Fine I replied, just don’t tell anyone about it”. “Eh… when you say don’t tell anyone you mean other than the rest of the girls right”, said Riah and again they exploded in laughter. “Seriously you already told them?” “Are you kidding, it was Leanne’s idea”, laughed Erin.

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University Life Part 29 3.2 (11)

written by StompedAllOver
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The following morning I woke up early to a headache, Erin was still sound asleep so I quietly got out of bed and walked through to the kitchen. To my surprise, Riah was already sitting there in her nightshirt drinking coffee and scanning through her phone. I filled a cup of coffee for myself and refilled her’s and sat down on the opposite side of the counter. I popped two paracetamol and chased it with a gulp of coffee. Riah looked up and said “what’s up, headache?” “Yeah, feels like someones been jumping on my head”. “Haha”, she replied, “well actions do have consequences you know”. “It was worth it”, I said, “felt awesome at the time”. Riah looked at me again and smiled, “funny that Erin was riding your cock and yet it was my boots smashing your face that felt awesome”. “Haha, I think it was the combination of the two of you that was incredible”. Riah grinned and said “every guys fantasy right, a threesome with two hot girls. You’re a lucky boy”. “Exactly” I replied. “It is quite an overwhelming feeling doing that to you”, she said, “it’s hard to explain. I mean it’s so obviously wrong but it just feels amazing, it’s like a total adrenaline rush”. “Haha that’s great, I mean I’m glad you get something out of it too, you’ll have to roll out those platform boots soon, see how it feels trampling me in those”. Riah shook her head and said “Oh my god, It would be so funny jumping on your face with them on, I can’t even imagine, a few drinks for courage and you’re head would end up as flat as a pancake”.

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University Life Part 28 4.6 (13)

written by StompedAllOver
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After about 10 minutes, I was able to sit up. Every part of me was still in agony. “So how was that for you?” Erin asked, laughing. “Brutal”, I replied. Erin got up to go and get us another beer. “What about for you guys?” Riah looked at me seriously and said, “yeah it’s fun with heels, I mean, I can see instant results, it’s cool seeing all the dents and marks the heels leave everywhere but in my head I was constantly trying to keep myself under control”. Erin was coming back in now and handed us beers. “What do you think babes, do you prefer using heels?” Riah asked. “To stomp?” She replied. “Honestly, no, it’s like bad sex its all over too quickly, I was just getting going and it’s done already.” “Yeah exactly, I mean at the end of the day I want to hurt you but I don’t want to really hurt you. Standing on your face, I was fighting the urge to start stomping and jumping. I’m way too scared to do that with these on”, she said waggling her heels. “To be honest, with heels on, it’s too easy. Just our weight combined with the stilettos is more than enough for you, especially on your head. Barefoot or trainers or my Uggs I have to put in the effort, I love that feeling of really having to work to get you to submit. I don’t know it just feels more competitive.” “Like he’s got a fighting chance”, Erin joked. “Yeah exactly. Heel’s just feel lazy haha.” “Need to try the platform boots next time”, I suggested. “Yeah that sounds like a plan”, Riah replied. “I haven’t worn those boots for about a year”.

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University Life Part 27 4.6 (14)

written by StompedAllOver
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Riah pointed at the floor and I got off the sofa onto my knees in front of her. I put my hand on the floor and said, “Can you grind my hand under your heels?” “I’m going to grind more than just your fucking hand under my heels for the ass comment a minute ago.” Riah put the platform sole of her sandal on my hand and stepped on bringing her other foot onto my fingers and started grinding back and fore. I could feel the bones in my hand grinding under her weight. I leaned forward and passionately kissed Riah’s toes. She started marching on my fingers and I was mesmerised watching her feet flexing in her shoes as she ground my hand flat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Erin step forward and felt my other hand crush under her weight. Occasionally I would feel a heel digging into my hand but for the first few minutes my hands were mainly ground under the soles.

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The Years Go By 4.5 (10)

First realizations of a male submissive

written by Unknown author
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It took many years for me to get over my traditional male conditioning, to accept myself as a male submissive. The whole process began a long way back when I was about fifteen; I am still tall, and was then an athlete, and was regarded by the other youngsters and teenagers in the mixed boarding house where we lived, as their leader. It was a role I had personal doubts about, but I acted it out well enough to convince the others, I thought. But I later learned that night time conversation in the girl’s dormitory was about the unfairness of the male-run world, resentment at favouritism shown to us boys by the women who ran the place, and how girls were better than boys.

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Russian beauty in a self defense class 4.5 (20)

Self-defense class for women becomes a trample dream

written by Anthony
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This true story happened about two years ago.  Milana, she’s Russian 5’10 (1.78 m) about 140lbs (63 kg) with a size 9 (40 EU) shoe. I met her online and offered her a free self defense class as I used to teach lessons being in martial arts for over 10 years.

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Ms Sara shows kenrug who’s the boss 4.6 (14)

Excerpt from kenrug and Sara’s lifestyle

written by kenrug
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I could tell that Ms Sara was feeling a little bit “antsy” early in the afternoon. I usually can tell this because she gets a wee bit more demanding and quick to anger. Why does this happen from time to time? I don’t know. But she has this side to her personality that mystifies me and, well, makes me damn happy. Okay, damn excited is more like it.

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