Mary at the bus stop 4.8 (16)

The author wrote a detailed fantasy about a finger being unknowingly transformed to bone dust and meat pulp on a bus station by a woman who wore steel-tipped stiletto heels.

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

Mary Stepped out of the front door onto the path. Her sharp steel-tipped stilettos clicked loudly on the hard concrete. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a big black beetle crawling along the path in front of her. She stepped forward to lock the door. There was a loud crack as she stood onto the big black beetle which was in her way. She locked the door, and without a second thought proceeded to destroy the beetle. She twisted her foot quickly, grinding it into the path. Its body fluids spurted out in a thin line from under the hard soles of her stiletto heels as she pulped and tore it to pieces within seconds. She dragged her foot quickly backward shredding the remains into a wet line. Then she opened her bag and dropped the key into it. She walked away down the footpath. A wet mark on the footpath was all that was left of the beetle. Continue reading “Mary at the bus stop 4.8 (16)“

Trampled at a party 4.4 (21)

The author writes about a good-spirited friendly trampling by a girl he knew at some party that a friend of theirs threw.

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

A month ago I was at a friend’s house for drinks. We were sitting in the conservatory, downstairs at the back of the house. There were about a dozen people sitting around drinking, talking, and laughing.

I have always fancied a girl called Suzy. She is in her early 30s, around 5’6“, slim, and blond. I have known her for several years and we have flirted with each other on a few occasions and she knows that I like women’s feet and shoes. That night she was there, looking gorgeous, wearing a little black top and skirt, black hose, and black knee-high boots with a 2-inch heel. More importantly, her boyfriend was not with her. Continue reading “Trampled at a party 4.4 (21)“

Ran over by girl on snowmobile 4.8 (31)

The author wrote about a personal experience of a girl who shared his fetish. He explains in great detail their exploration which involved a winter season, snow, and a snowmobile

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

I went home on leave a few weeks ago and had the most amazing experience I have had yet and found a new trampler!

My family all tries to get together out at my uncle’s farm for the holidays, this is where I spent most of my time as a kid and lived for several years. This year I wasn’t able to make it for Thanksgiving and will be busy around Christmas so I decided to just pick out three weeks in between (one of the good and bad things about the military is you earn plenty of time off but it is hard to use it when you would like to).

As it turned out it couldn’t have worked out better, because one of my younger cousin Casey’s friends was home visiting also. Becky is 23, about 5’6″, dark blond shoulder-length wavy hair, hazel eyes, and around 120lbs. Continue reading “Ran over by girl on snowmobile 4.8 (31)“

The Ground 4.9 (24)

The author wrote an interesting take on the false floor story type, about a bridal party whose hostess was in on the trample experience.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

I lay there with Katy standing on my chest. It was autumn so she had on some fur-lined wedge-heeled boots, with her jeans tucked in with a hoodie. She had no idea I was there. She was talking on her phone and shuffling around. I was enjoying the view of her ass when her boot sole crashed down on my face as she walked around talking. The lug sole crushed down diagonally across my cheek and nose as she strode toward the railing, completely deforming my face as she walked right across it. It was just a part of the ground after all. Continue reading “The Ground 4.9 (24)“

Family Trample 4.5 (26)

The author explains his take on the first time being under feet

written by Huskey93
 original source of the story was Reddit

Honestly, it wasn’t that bad! I struggled at times but that’s to be expected, I only lasted like 8 minutes tho lol!

She trampled me next to a countertop but made sure I had a pillow under my head and a fluffy throw blanket under my body so that I could absorb the pressure a little better. Continue reading “Family Trample 4.5 (26)“

Sound booth stage hand crush 4.3 (7)

The author remembers an unknown hand trampling experience on a sandy beach

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

Another great place for finger crush is near the heavy extension cords running from the sound booth to the stage, as the girls get used to stepping on the cords and don’t think your hand is unusual when you put it down there. Unfortunately, there weren’t any girls wearing hard shoes there the other night, and being stepped on in beach tongs just doesn’t do it for me.

After the concert, I did the bar thing, sitting on a dance platform and getting my hands stepped on by all manner of heels and shoes, but nothing really stands out, other than that the girls were SMOKIN’! Continue reading “Sound booth stage hand crush 4.3 (7)“

Her private CBT dancefloor 4.8 (25)

A story about a woman who had castrated a man by dancing on his manhood. Written from the female’s perspective with very detailed descriptions

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

What follows is the account of a woman, 27 years old, who won a competition thrown by an underground fetish club. Her highly unusual prize was to be given sole access to a specially cordoned-off section of dance-floor on a raised stage on the next fetish club night. Under this floor lay the second winner of this bizarre competition, an unnamed 37-year-old man. The man was completely covered by the raised stage, except for his penis and testicles which were protruding through a tight hole in the stage. Below the stage floor, he was naked, and for his own safety, his arms and legs were strapped to the real floor below. The stage floor itself was one-inch thick plyboard except for a small strip of thick glass above the man’s eyes. With no lighting below the stage, it was impossible to see his face through this glass, however, he himself was able to see the room above which, although dark, was sporadically illuminated by the club lighting system. Continue reading “Her private CBT dancefloor 4.8 (25)“

Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)

The author wrote a story about an intended rape victim who turned the power play against her attacker crippling him in the process

written by John Blaze
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

It was an incredibly hot summer. One of the hottest on record. It was bad enough that Suzanne had to leave the office late each day that week, but this night was especially frustrating. The legal meeting on the pending merger was intense and tonight’s dinner meeting uptown didn’t end with any final understanding of a path forward. The taxi strike was just the icing on the cake. As Suzanne sat down in the subway car, she was all but exhausted.
Her long red hair sat on her shoulders, damp with sweat. The heat on the subway seemed even more unbearable than the heat outside. Suzanne looked around the empty subway car. She glanced ahead through the door at the far end of the car and noticed the next car was empty too. Honestly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole train was empty. Alone on a subway after midnight… “Not too smart,” she thought. The good thing was that this was the express train. There were two stops and then a long 20-minute ride with no stops that would drop her at the downtown station right next to the police station. Heck, maybe she could even get some sleep along the way.

At that moment, the train made one of the only two local stops. A middle-aged man slowly stepped onto the train. He had a buzz cut and some grey stubble for a beard. He wore some loose grey sweat pants and a white T-shirt. As the door closed he walked slowly down the center aisle towards Suzanne. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Something seemed …off. Continue reading “Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)“

Personal Injury Suit 4.5 (25)

A well-known author wrote a short story about a brutal trampling that left the victim injured for life

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

Lee needed to see his attorney about the car wreck he was involved in. He had been hurt, though not seriously, and wanted some advice on whether or not he could sue for any damages. He called his attorney’s office and made an appointment for the following Tuesday at 10:00 am.

Lee pulled up to the office and got out of the rental he was using while his car was repaired. He pulled the cane he was using from the passenger seat and hobbled into the office. When he stepped up to the receptionist and gave his information she told him that his attorney was tied up in court this morning and would be unable to see him. Lee sighed in disgust since he had taken time off work to be here. Just as he was turning to leave he heard a voice behind him. “Are you Lee Jackson?” The soft sexy voice said. Continue reading “Personal Injury Suit 4.5 (25)“

Fingers stepped on mercilessly 4.2 (5)

The author wrote about his recent experience, unknowing hand trampling on a sidewalk

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

Tonight was another great night for getting my fingers stepped on! It was closing time for the bars and people were hanging around on the sidewalk socializing and waiting for cabs. All I had to do was pick out a nice-looking girl that happened to be standing near the curb, then sit down next to her.

They seldom (if ever) pay any attention to you, usually, they’ve been drinking and are way too preoccupied with the other people around them to notice what they’re standing on! Actually, I got my hand stepped on by at least 8 different women within 20 minutes, and most of them did happen to notice fairly quickly. Even after they step off I leave my hand right there, hoping they’ll be intentionally cruel and step back onto it. This seldom happens, but usually, within a couple of minutes I can get my hand into position to be stepped on again by the same girl “accidentally”. Continue reading “Fingers stepped on mercilessly 4.2 (5)“