A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
Self-defense class for women becomes a trample dream
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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Wild high school girl doesn’t mind crushing her boyfriend’s fingers under her heels
It was 1965, when women’s pointy toed spike heeled shoes were at the pinnacle of their original popularity. My trample fetish was nicely served by the young girl I dated when I was 19. Marilyn was 17 years old and still in high school. She was an attractive, pony tailed dishwater blond at 5ft 4in tall (1.6m) and 115-pounds (52 kg). She became the first gal ever to step on my fingers in heels. Marilyn even gave it to me with all of her sexy weight in 4 inch (10 cm) stilettos. Oh the pain and the excitement of those days . . .
Coworker is both sexy and entitled
One of the other branches employed a new person in the supervisor’s job. Her name was Amber and after her first few days, the State Manager sent her to work with me for two days to be trained.
I was pleasantly surprised when Amber arrived. She was gorgeous.
Amber walked in to the office. She was dressed like something out of a music video! She was wearing a little black leather jacket and a little black t-shirt with a couple of strategically placed rips. There was a band logo on the front of her top, I think it was Guns N Roses. Amber was wearing very tight blue jeans with torn knees, and on her feet were black leather calf-length boots with thin heels about three inches high. And she had a black suede belt resting on her hips, with tassels hanging down on the left side.
Excerpt from kenrug and Sara’s lifestyle
FACE TRAMPLE STORY
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.
Early experiences of object and finger crush
CrushJohny again. Been thinking about which experience to write up next, I really have limited time between family and work at the moment, so I’ve just picked my earliest one that I can remember. There were a couple that all occurred at around this young age, but this was the defining one in my memory. The one that started it all!
A bit of background so that this story makes sense. Growing up, our family was quite religious, and as part of our church we would all meet together for a ‘big camp.’ You can look these up online to get a sense, but basically they would set up huge tents, then hundreds of old style church bench seats (pews) in rows and hold church services for a few days in a row.
Typically, there were 3 services a day: morning, afternoon and night. Breaks in between for meals, activities and to socialise. On this particular one, it was just my mum and my 2 older siblings as dad had to work. When in the service, parents usually lay out blankets or mats on the floor in their row for their young children to keep them occupied. Generally, if you are quiet and not disruptive you can do play or draw or sleep on the ground. As you get older its expected you sit up and listen however, I was about 7, so I was young enough to get a free pass. There’s two experiences here, but first let me talk about my mum to paint the picture.
Part 9 of Groundview’s Leaf Man
The woman with the gray half-boots presses her blackened tar-stained sole more solidly on my nose and across my cheek, for a moment.
Then suddenly she plants her boot massively down on my cheek and eye, bringing up her other foot to land both of her feet on unevenly on my head.
I see stars and bright flashes of light as this unknown woman park’s her flat heels against my ear and temple. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 9“
Part eight of Groundview’s Leaf Man
I quickly turn my head to the right side, away from the curb towards the wall and park trees to see Cynthia’s heavy foot is still mashing solidly on my fingers.
She shifts her body again and resumes her normal stance. Cynthia nails my right upper arm with her black high heels full foot profile crushing my fingers and spearing my arm. I then try and move my other arm that Maria and Donna Ann had played tree root with.
Part seven of Groundview’s Leaf Man
Cortney’s now-familiar heels moved up and down my back and abruptly off my body. She steps down right in front of my face and walks to the curb.
Maria then suddenly flips the shoe that is in my mouth, it catches on my jaw causing Maria to stumble backward and away from me.
“What was that” Maria cries out to Cortney. “What was What?”
Cortney glances back at Maria from the curb.
“There must be something in the pile!” Cortney answers back.
“I almost tripped and fell over… Did you see that!”
Donna Ann then says “it’s most likely a big root.”
“I’ve been standing on one the whole time we’re here.”
“Come and feel this!” Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 7“
Part six of Graundview’s Leaf Man series
With Cortney still standing on my back, crushing me down, I can’t move my body at all, without letting them know I’m below their feet. So whatever they do to me, I must hold still and take it.
But this is where I wanted to be. I’m in double heaven. I’m smelling Maria’s expensive shoe leather, a smell of old tobacco smoke, Channel Number Nine, mixed with a smell of sweet worn erotic rich leather.
Luckily my nose is still hidden, buried very close to their parked feet just under the leaf pile.
The girls stand by me I see the bones of Maria’s right tanned foot slowly radiate upward. This is a sure sign that she is about to move her black leather shoe forward once more.
Sure enough, she raises her high heel shoe off the ground.
I see daylight under her shoes grit-covered sole. Maria then thrusts up her shoe on her long thin three-and-a-half-inch heel, she then balances her body weight on her long thin heel poised very close to my face, the pointy worn sole of her shoe is now overhanging my nose.