A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
High school student wants to be under the heels of his hot teacher. He slowly lets her know. And she responds.
When I was a freshmen in high school I had an english teacher who was in her early twenties, she was about 5’5″ blond hair and a real knockout. I remember she almost always wore heels of different heights but mostly 3 1/2 inch ones.
Student is forced to sit at the feet of his teacher during a class movie. She proceeds to use him as a footrest for her boots.
We were watching a Shakespeare video for a double English class. My English teacher was a knockout – all the guys had the hots for her. She wore very tight jeans. Had a killer bod, only about 5’3″. And she ALWAYS wore high heels of some kind and today it was a nice pair of boots.
Miss Porter had pulled all the curtains and turned off the lights and the video was about to start. Everyone was talking – except me. She sat on the table out the front of the class and said “Everyone be quiet! The next person who speaks will have to watch the video sitting on the floor at my feet!”
After the eventful morning, Rod visited the gym and met Holly
I came around lying in the middle of the bed with Erin and Riah lying on either side of me. “How was that”, Riah asked. “Amazing, I could get used to this.” We lay there chatting for a while and then I got up to go and make us coffee and breakfast while Erin and then Riah took a shower. After breakfast the three of us did some coursework and I told them I was going to go to the gym. Erin and Riah decided they were going to go into town and do some shopping. When I got to the gym Holly was sitting at the reception desk. We chatted for a minute and then I went in to do my workout. Continue reading “University Life Part 19“
Erin, Riah, and Rod continue exploring their combined interests early in the morning the next day
I lay in bed that night with Erin lying next to me trying to process the changes that had happened in my life in the last couple of months since Erin had moved in. I had always been pretty lucky with my foot fetish and regularly been able to get some action but overnight my life had become the stuff that only lived in the land of fantasy. I was playing back in my head the events of that evening. My face was still tender from the abuse it had taken from Riah and Erin just a couple of hours before. It was insane to me some of the things these girls were so comfortable with and the enjoyment they got out of such taboos, I found it unbelievably intoxicating. I found it so sexy that Riah had thought nothing of urinating in my mouth, and then Erin had immediately followed her lead, it was like neither of them had any filter or inhibition. Continue reading “University Life part 18“
Rod got the chance to feel some jumping in Fila Disruptors.
Back at the flat, we sat in the kitchen having a beer, It was after 1 am but none of us were tired. I sat on one side of the counter and Erin and Riah sat on the other side with their feet up on the counter, the soles of their shoes teasing me. Erin’s white Filas with their grippy treads dark with street grime and little flecks of mud caught in the treads. Riah’s Uggs were old, the distinctive tread pattern worn down smooth under the balls and heels of her feet after years of treading the streets. “You look lost in soles”, Riah said, snapping me out of my daydream. “Yeah, not easy to concentrate with you two waving your shoes in my face. I want my face smashed up so badly right now.” They both laughed, “really?” “Yeah, it started with those boots at Riahs place but now staring at your feet I just want the two of you jumping up and down on me until you’re too tired to jump any more.” “Haha sounds like fun do you want us to put on platforms.” “No, I’m totally turned on by your Uggs and Filas right now.” Continue reading “University Life Part 17“
Part 16 continues the story about Erin and RIah
The girls stayed in the flat the next day while I went into a couple of classes at University. I got back around 3 pm and they were sitting in the lounge chatting. “Can you pick us up from the club tonight we’re finished at midnight again?” “Yeah sure, I’ve got some coursework to do but I’ll come down around 11,” Riah said she wanted to make dinner for us, a curry her mother had taught her when she was young and I sat in the kitchen with her while Erin did some coursework. She looked over at me. “I really appreciate you coming down so quickly last night, I was so scared, I don’t know what he would have done if he got inside. Are you sure you don’t mind me staying for a couple of nights?” “It’s not a problem, stay as long as you need and you did the right thing calling us. I don’t think he is stupid enough to come back though.” Continue reading “University Life Part 16“
Meeting Anna properly
“Hahaha yeah I’d love to”, replied Anna. Natasha stepped off my face and onto my chest while Leanne moved down onto my cock. Anna wasted no time and without looking down stepped up onto my face in her combat boots. The pain was massive and instantaneous. Her lug soles completely covered my face. Her 195lbs driving the heavy treads onto my flesh. Continue reading “University Life Part 15“
Properly meeting Natasha
By 11 pm the club was starting to quieten down, the girls were all still milking their customers but most of the ones sitting by the stage had left and Natasha was clearing glasses and wiping down tables. “You wanting to get yourself underfoot tonight.” “Haha, I don’t think my face is fit for those boots tonight Leanne.” “Chicken, besides I don’t have them on tonight.” “Oh really, what are you wearing.” “You’ll have to lie down back here and find out.” Continue reading “University Life Part 14“
Meeting Anna, Angela, Natasha and a few other girls
That afternoon Erin and I decided to go to the cinema and watch a movie. She was working that evening at the strip club as it was just reopening after being refurbished. She was looking as hot as ever in a grey hoodie with wet look leggings and a pair of white Fila Disruptor chunky trainers. The cinema was pretty quiet but I could see a few guys slyly checking her out. She had her feet up on the chair in front of her and I couldn’t help staring at the Fila’s. “You like them?” she whispered in my ear. “Yeah, they look awesome.” She twisted one foot showing me the heavily gripped tread looked at me and said “just imagine what that tread would feel like.” It was tough to concentrate on the film after that. Continue reading “University Life Part 13“
A couple of stories about a “macho debate” between a boy and a girl wearing heels during high school.
Hi again folks, this is another moment of being in the right place at the right time.
During my final year at school I got a lot of trample experience especially from those hormone raged girls, at the moment only one really sticks out.