Philippine Trample 4.7 (6)

The author remembers being trampled in Manila

written by Under Pressure
 original source of the story was Unknown source

During my first trip to the PI, I had a wonderful little experience. As always, I book my airport transportation and hotel in advance. I always stay in Angeles City, at the American Hotel. I can’t have fun in the PI anymore. More on that some other time.

Anyhow, I arrive in Manila, get my ride to Angeles, and 2 and 1/2 hours later, I am at the hotel. As I am checking in, I see these two beauties sitting on a couch in the lobby. I glanced at them and went on about my business. I was then shown to my room upstairs.

The bellboy had just left a few minutes ago, and I was unpacking my bag when I get a knock on the door. I opened it and it is the bellboy again. This time, he has a note for me. He says it’s from one of the girls in the lobby. I open it and it reads, “I like you and I want to meet with you”. I ball it up and throw it in the trash.

Not 5 minutes later, I get a call on the phone. I say to myself what the fuck? I answer the phone and it is the girl from the lobby. She said that I looked cute and she wanted to meet me. I said if she wants to meet me, come up to my room. She said OK.

3 minutes later she is knocking on my door. Pretty little thing, and I do mean little. 5′ even. I let her in and we talk for a while. She invites me to a club later on that night. I tell her I might show up and I might not.

Fast forward to that night. I pull up on a trike and she is sitting outside waiting with 3 of her friends. She sees me and starts screaming like I was here long lost friend. We drink, we dance, she sits on my lap all night, club closes and I tell her that I will see her later. She wants to go to my room with me. I tell her no, I don’t even really know you. She starts crying, the bottom line is we go back to my hotel room. We are laying on the bed, watching TV.

I tell her that a massage always relaxes me before bed. She says that she would give me one but she doesn’t know how. I tell her it is easy, all she has to do is walk all over me. She asks, “won’t that hurt if I walk on you”? I told her she is only 5′ tall and probably weighs only around 110. I had been working out and was in pretty good shape. She said OK.

I was laying on my back. She just stepped up onto my stomach with both feet and started walking around on me. She wasn’t shy at all and stepped in my groin a few time and kept moving up towards my chest. Suddenly she screams. I am wondering once again what the fuck???

Apparently one of her favorite songs had come on the TV. She starts dancing on my chest, down to my stomach, and on top of my groin. Of course, things in that area start to grow. She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. She keeps dancing. She’s bouncing on top of me and I am bouncing on top of the bed. It was all good!!!

After her song finished, she stopped dancing and started back to just walking. She didn’t weigh much but she was solid. I asked her to walk a little higher. Now she was on my chest. I asked her to go a little higher. She just stepped on the side of my face. Then she asked, “Is this high enough”? I said that’s fine. She couldn’t stand on my head because she kept losing her balance. So she moved back down to my chest, stomach, and groin. She kept walking until I couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take it anymore on that side.

I asked her to get down so I could turn over. She did and I did. Then she was back up and walking some more. The girl had energy. Her name was Lovely by the way. And she was every bit of that. It was feeling good, but I wanted more. So I asked her if we could move to the floor. It was carpeted. She said sure. I moved to the floor and then told her that it felt good, but it wasn’t hard enough. Could she put her shoes on? She said no problem.

She had sandals that looked like the bottom was from a tire. Deep tread. She put them on. I was laying on my stomach this time. She just walked up between my legs and kept going. She would walk up my back, step on the side of my face, then off onto the floor. Then she would turn around and go the other way. I just couldn’t get enough. So I asked her to wait a minute while I turned over onto my back.

She said that I must really like this. She was looking at my groin, which she stepped on a second later on her way up my body. She stepped on my face, then turned around for her trip back, and then she laughed. I asked what was funny. She said that I had footprints all over my body, even on my face. I finally couldn’t take anymore and had to ask her to stop.

She then took me into the bathroom and gave me a shower. She actually washed my body while I just stood there. It was a weird feeling. But what happened afterwards was not weird at all.

Handtrampled in the train 4.2 (13)

The author based the fantasy on the real experience that ended too quickly

written by handtrampled
 original source of the story was Unknown source

She was amazingly beautiful. I had spotted her at first sight as I walked to the train, or to be more precise, I had spotted her high-heeled white leather boots. She was dressed in blue jeans and some kind of pink business suit jacket. Because of the jeans, I could not see how high the boots were, but what I could see had my full attention. She was standing in the corridor, in between the still opened train doors and the narrow stairs leading down to the lower compartments in this double-decker train. I estimated her age around 25. Long blond hair with a beautiful face and a nice feminine shaped body, not fat at all, but not skinny either. Continue reading “Handtrampled in the train 4.2 (13)“

Private School 4.8 (27)

A story about a fictional private school governed by women where male students are disciplined by the means of trampling

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

The Hancock school was a private institution renowned for turning troublesome students into high achievers. Run by a faculty made up entirely of women, it was set on the grounds of the former estate of the late Miriam Hancock, who had founded the school many years before. The school carried grades one thru eight, tuition was expensive and rules were strict. The faculty demanded complete disciplinary autonomy from students parents. This meant teachers could use whatever means necessary to achieve the desired results. Continue reading “Private School 4.8 (27)“

The worst high heel trampling 4.5 (23)

The author remembers sweet suffering under his girlfriend’s boots, which helped her relax after a bad day in the office

written by Bootlover
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was the end of a hot day in Summer. I went back home after a day of work and was wondering if my girlfriend would be ok to give me a trample session. We started doing some sessions not long ago and I was not yet really comfortable to ask her about it, but I know she had fun when doing it and she liked having me at her feet. I was surprised when entering the flat as she was not there yet. She usually comes back at least one hour before me. I changed clothes then eased myself and started watching a game on TV. Not long after, I heard the keys in the door and she entered. Dressed to kill with a white blouse, black skirt and opened toed block-heeled sandals. Her blond hair was falling in a mess on her shoulders. I quickly noticed that something was wrong, as her angel face had an annoyed air. I got up and went to her for a quick kiss then asked “Hard day honey ?”. “…the least we can say” she replied throwing away her bag then sitting on the couch to try to relax. Continue reading “The worst high heel trampling 4.5 (23)“

First real foot fetish experience 3.8 (13)

The author writes about his first foot experience

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

I finally grew the balls to contact a foot goddess to satisfy my foot fetish cravings and let me tell you it was well worth it. When I first met the goddess I was very impressed. She was about 5’3 and I later found out she weighed a little over 100 lbs. She was in her low 20s and had the sweetest sexiest body you could ever imagine.

When we first met I was immediately taken upstairs to her room. She was wearing open toed shoes and I was watching her feet as I followed behind her. When we got to her room I took off my shirt and lied on her bed. Continue reading “First real foot fetish experience 3.8 (13)“

Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)

The author writes about his experience as a dummy on a film set

written by Doorstep
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Some years back, after reading the scenario of a new film, I arranged a deal with a very good friend of mine, who is a movie director. He was to shoot a film in which during one of the scenes a group of about 80 women flies from a fire in their office building via a small corridor. At the end of that corridor, they could leave the building via an emergency rope ladder. ( In fact, it were only 20 women, but when they were down the ladder, they had to walk back via a bypass to the “end of the line” to do it over and over).

In the “panic” two women fell and were trampled and there was also the same fate for one of the guards, who was pushed over when he tried to help one of the fallen women. Of course, the women around them, unable to help, panicked and warned everyone to be careful, because their colleague was on the floor. While the women were pushed forward, they all did their utmost to prevent stepping on them, but from the fourth row, because of all the noise, the women had not heard the warnings and were unaware of the victims on the floor. Even if they had known, they couldn’t do anything about it and often they were not even able not to step on them. Continue reading “Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)“

A Childhood Thanksgiving 4.2 (18)

The writer remembers an unknown hand crush when he was young

written by Mat11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

When I was 6 years old, I remember fondly Thanksgiving at my Aunt Sarah’s. I loved my Aunt Sarah and I used to eat with her on Thanksgiving while my parents were working (they both worked at the hospital). I remember after dinner when all the men were watching football, the ladies sat around the table and chatted.

Although I was attracted to the female foot, obviously I didn’t know why. In any event, I found myself with a small paper plate of thinly sliced turkey, playing beneath the table. The table sat eight ladies and was covered by a large tablecloth. I started eating and playing with my hot wheels amongst the high-heeled feet. Continue reading “A Childhood Thanksgiving 4.2 (18)“

Amina 4.7 (15)

An erotic story about servitude of one slave to his mistress

written by L. S.
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Amina, half Greek, half Spanish, had an astonishing pair of large, dark eyes, and the blackest hair that John had ever seen. She was very tall – even though she was seated, it was obvious – and from his vantage point at a nearby table in the bar, he could see her long, muscular legs. They were, perhaps, the most beautiful legs he had ever seen in his life. They were fully exposed beneath the hem of her short, black skirt, and accentuated by being encased in sheer black nylon. She was wearing high-heeled lace-up shoes, elegant and expensive-looking, and these, by raising her heels three inches from the ground, highlighted the firm muscles in her calves and thighs. In retrospect, John felt that it was probably her shoes, more than any other factor, which caused him to do what he did next.

Most probably those elegant shoes. Nonetheless, it was debatable. Maybe it was those deep, Mediterranean eyes – in which a man could sweetly drown. Maybe the outline of her firm breasts under her tight cotton tee-shirt. Maybe it was the way the light was reflected along the edge of her nyloned stockinged thigh. Or maybe it was just because, after three beers, he was slightly drunk, hence not quite so shy and inhibited as usual. Whatever the reason, John Preston rose from his seat, walked over to the beautiful woman whom he had never seen before in his life, knelt before her, and kissed her feet. Continue reading “Amina 4.7 (15)“

My Trample Christmas Present 3.5 (16)

The author writes about a memory of being trampled by his ex

written by Mashedup
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This is a true story. It happened last night 12/22/02. My ex-girlfriend and I are still friends. She knows about my trample fetish and occasionally indulges in my fetish because she knows it makes me happy. She doesn’t like to trample me in stiletto heels even though she knows they are my favorite. She is afraid of hurting me and leaving scars. She will occasionally try on stiletto boots and shoes for me at the shoe store just to get a rise out of me (such a tease!). Anyway, she knows I like to be trampled with shoes so she decided to give me my Christmas present a few days early. Continue reading “My Trample Christmas Present 3.5 (16)“

Finger Crushing at Haitian Carnival 3 (5)

The writer remembers a hand trampling at a Carnival

written by MagiK_11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I experienced several finger crushing experiences in my live but most of them occurred when I was a teenager. One time during Carnival in Haiti when I was about seventeen years old I went up on a float with friends and started fooling around and drinking like hell. We continually drank rum, and beers and were pretty shit faced in just a few hours.

I proceeded to sit down near one of the rails at one point and noticed several women dancing and grinding to the music. At this point I was not completely drunk, instead I was a bit light headed but I was acting drunk in order for the girls around me to ignore my behavior. Continue reading “Finger Crushing at Haitian Carnival 3 (5)“