Ladies Night Out

A brutal fantasy about trampling by multiple women willing to inflict pain and damage.

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

Chapter 1

Joe sighed as he thought about the bar where he took a job last month. It was Friday morning and he knew that he would be so busy, too busy to take a break and his boss was a bitch as well. She seemed to dislike him personally.

He always got the worst jobs like cleaning up the restrooms after someone “yacked on the phone or pissed everywhere”. It was a funny thing but the women’s washroom was always dirtier than the men’s. Jana always found something nasty for Joe to do but “what choice do I have?” thought Joe.

I want to go back to school to get my degree so I can get a better job, but this job will have to do for now as I have to pay my own way; dam my sister for using up all the college money. There’s none left for me.

Anyway, I enjoy looking at Jana; she had the biggest boobs and they were perky too, just like a 20 yr old, nice long legs too! And for some reason, Jana always wore high heels even though she was tall. About 6′ without the heels Joe estimated so he always had to look up at her when she ordered him about the bar. For some reason, this always turned him on. Continue reading “Ladies Night Out”

True Finger Crushing

The author remembers tricking a friend into crushing his fingers unknowingly

written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Foot Stories Specialist

It started from a conversation with a woman named Cindy. I had worked with her for a while at the bookstore and now that we were both on to more “professional” careers I thought I could utilize our acquaintance for some hand crushing and trampling.

I decided to call her and explain that I was working with a friend who shot demos for shoe company commercials. These demos were NOT commercials themselves but spot demos that gave the client an idea of what the real ads would entail. I told her that I needed a shoe model and that we would be able to pay her $20.00 an hour. She agreed and I got her shoe size (7 ½) and set the date. Continue reading “True Finger Crushing”

False Floor Crush

The author remembers an unknown multi-crush experience under a plywood board

written by Footpath
original source of the story was Unknown source

I’m middle-aged now, but as I grew older, and still an avid crush lover for
30 or 40 years, I’ve expanded my need for good, serious crushings. I’ve owned several houses. A few had finished basements. One, in particular, had a wet bar, TV, a pool table, two sofas, and several chairs and was well suited for what was planned.

My girlfriend, thinking we would marry, would do anything for me. I asked her for her help in coming up with a plan to satisfy (at least for a while) my multiple woman crush fantasy. She said, “OK but what can I do?” I paused and said “Throw a party in three weeks for all of your girlfriends, with free food and drinks and secret gifts. I’ll pay for everything.”

I told her that I was going to build a “false floor” at the base of the stairs down to the basement. My mind was racing with the thought of being under several attractive, sexy women in flowing dresses and high heels. Continue reading “False Floor Crush”

Lindsay’s Toy

The author wrote a fantasy about a dominant girl who realized and tested her influence over a younger boy

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

Part I

On his way home from skateboarding at the park, Bobby took his usual route. He always detoured a couple of blocks out of his way so he would pass by Lindsay’s’ house. After all, there was always a chance he would catch a glimpse of her. He would do almost anything to see her shapely muscular legs and curvy young figure. Her smooth tanned skin, soft black hair and lovely green eyes filled his thoughts as he walked slowly along.

As he rounded the corner and headed up her street it was obvious today was his lucky day! There she was on the front porch painting her fingernails. His heart began to beat faster as he drew nearer to her house. Would she talk to him, or even notice him? Should he say something to her?

Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay saw him coming down the street. She noticed how he seemed nervous, trying not to look like he was staring. She was amused because she knew what a huge crush he had on her. She felt little for the 14-year, other than that it was fun to torment him. The things she could make him do with just a wink and a smile amazed her. The power she had over him was intoxicating and she couldn’t help herself. If he was willing to offer himself up for her abuse that was his problem. She smiled to herself as he made his way past her. A cruel idea popped into her pretty head. Today she could have some fun with him! Continue reading “Lindsay’s Toy”

Sweet Sixteen

The author remembers his older sister’s 16th birthday

written by CMS
original source of the story was Unknown source

My sister Heather had always been what my mother called a “Clothes Horse”. She was always very concerned with the way that she looked, even around the house. Her make-up had to be perfect, her clothes had to be top notch and very expensive, her long curly blonde hair was always ready to be photographed. She is six years older than me and I grew up watching her and her friends labor over looking like a model.

I had been interested in trampling since before I was in kindergarten, mostly because of the things she had done to me. When I was barely old enough to walk, and she was 7 or 8 she would pin me under her feet while she sat on the couch and rub my face and chest with them while she looked down at me and giggled. Continue reading “Sweet Sixteen”

A Long Road to Recovery

A fantasy about multiple nurses trampling a patient in a psychiatric hospital

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

“I just don’t understand this case,” the doctor stated while rubbing his chin. “The police arrest this guy for assaulting his girlfriend, and place him in minimum security just down the hall. His first offense. After a month, he ends up here with severe psychological problems. I just don’t understand.”

John is sitting huddled in the corner, his straight jacket tightly binding his arms to his chest. Sweat beads from his pale face as his eyes stare in fear at some unknown spot on the padded floor.

“And look here,” the doctor says to the group of nurses waiting behind him. He moves closer and points a finger at John’s head. “He has these very unusual small round rashes on his forehead. I can’t figure out what’s causing this skin irritation. The skin looks like it was crushed, but there’s never anything in this room that he can use to do this to himself. I just don’t know.” Continue reading “A Long Road to Recovery”

Country Music Trample

The author asked a few girls on a festival to step on him for the camera

written by Steven
original source of the story was Unknown source

Every year at this time the inland Australian city of Tamworth hosts the annual Country music festival. I had a job that took me there for the weekend so thinking there would be lots of women around being trampled may be a possibility. I took my video camera to catch any action.

I arrived in the late afternoon. The weather was warm but nice and sunny. I was not required until midday on Sunday so that gave me all of late Saturday afternoon and night to look around. I’m into barefoot trampling so women wearing sandals, thongs, etc caught my eye. Most of the main streets were closed to cars so everybody could move around freely. There were buskers everywhere: singing, playing guitars… Continue reading “Country Music Trample”

The Morning Ritual

A fantasy about a public place tramping by a knowing trampler

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

Mike Soyer was a thirty-five-year-old single factory worker who loaded trucks for a living. His normal shift Sunday through Thursday night started at 8 pm and ended at 4 am. Every morning after work he would hang around for an extra half hour until Lee’s 5&10 shop opened so he could pick up his paper and lottery tickets, which he bought every Tuesday and Friday morning religiously. Once in a while, Mike would take a buttered roll, which was pre-wrapped and placed in a stack by the counter. Mike started going into Lee’s 5&10 about fifteen years ago. He became a friend with Jon Lee and his daughter, Hun over the years. Mike was devastated when Jon Lee passed away five years ago from a heart attack. His daughter Hun took over the business soon after. Although many thought she couldn’t handle it since she was only twenty-four at the time and such a petite young thing, standing only 5’2 and 105 pounds at best however Hun Lee surprised everyone and kept that store running in top shape. Mike was usually her first customer of the day. Continue reading “The Morning Ritual”

Sophomore Trample

The author remembers an occasional trampler from his school years

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

This is all completely true. When I was a Sophomore in high school my English teacher was one of those who really didn’t care about the students and so really didn’t pay attention to what they did( thank God).

Anyway, I was taking Mythology which was a class where students of all different high school levels were in. I made it a point to lay in between two aisles of desks and make like I was tired. Well, there was a girl I knew (a senior) who was so beautiful that all the guys get caught drooling while staring at her (Let us call her Nicole). Nicole saw me in “her” aisle and as her seat was the last one she would have to get past me. That particular day she was wearing 3″ high heels. Continue reading “Sophomore Trample”

First high heeled crush

A short recollection of a quick unknown hand crush

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

I have recently remembered an event that was probably my first high heeled crush. I would have been about 12 and I was at a jumble sale!
There was a woman, a redhead, standing on piles of clothes that had fallen off the stall. She was wearing brown high heels. As she moved along the stall she continued to trample on the fallen clothes. Continue reading “First high heeled crush”