The Stunning Blonde 4.9 (21)

A guy remembers being trample massaged by a woman, her daughter, and their female neighbor

written by GreyWolf
 original source of the story was Unknown source

About 10 years ago I had the opportunity to make the acquaintance of a blonde, blue-eyed beauty through my work. She had experienced some marriage problems including physical abuse, and I helped her to move into a shelter temporarily until a restraining order could be issued, then into a nice apartment in the city. We became friends during the course of her divorce, and she often would either offer to share a meal with me when I got off work or just come by for a visit about 3 or 4 times a week.

Now … that’s the background … now for the story. Suzanna at the time was 35 but was “carded” every time she visited the gambling boat in town ‘cause she looked younger than 21. She stood 5’9” and weighed about 145# with one of the most beautiful shapes you’ve ever been blessed to view. She was tanned, blonde hair to her shoulders, and absolutely stunning 7 ½ feet always with a perfect pedicure. Guys, she was (and still is at 45) the kind of lady that would come into my workplace to see me and you had to wipe up the slobber from all the men in the building that saw her. Got the picture?

Ok, now …
The 1st time I visited her in her new apartment after she was all moved in, she and her 18-year-old daughter (also really pretty, but nothing like Mom) had fixed a fantastic meal to celebrate her new freedom and to show her appreciation of my efforts. After we finished the meal, she said, “Why don’t you stretch out on the carpet in the living room and let me and Krystle give you a back massage – You look so tense and you are always so stressed from work – I know you will love it.” Continue reading “The Stunning Blonde 4.9 (21)“

Jenny: The return 3.9 (14)

A story about a young adult being dominated by a younger girl

written by BK
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It had been half a year of keeping a low profile since I had last seen Jenny, the attractive sporty teen who had, along with her friends brought about the most humiliating experience of my life. Since then I had turned 18 and lost my girlfriend (who thought I was a wimp and got involved with strange people).

However, had I but known that things were about to return to that all time low I would have caught a different bus or no bus at all.

It was the height of summer and the weather was ridiculously hot. I got onto the bus to the town centre and sat down at the back, on a seat that faced backwards so I could see the road behind me (I preferred to travel this way).

After a few stops, the bus gradually filled up. My seat remained fairly empty though. The bus stopped yet again in the towns suburbs. After a clamour of people getting on and off it moved again.

“Hello there.” Came an excited female voice as an enthusiatic girl with flowing blonde hair jumped onto the chair next to me, her smooth legs in shorts pushing against mine, I gasped in realisation as to who it was.

“At last I’ve got you. What happened to your year’s slavery then? You disappeared that night, you still owe me you know.” She elobowed me in the ribs. Continue reading “Jenny: The return 3.9 (14)“

Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)

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

My particular attraction for women in high heels really began when one aunt of mine sparkled my attention. So much that I’ll never forget the first pair of high heels I felt a fetish for, a couple of white pumps.

I remember seeing her wearing them for the first time at a family wedding. And she kept wearing them in the next 2 weddings. It was kind of her pair of shoes for special occasions. After some dancing, she would usually take them off, put them in a bag and replace them for a more comfortable and open pair of shoes. One time, she caught me staring at her feet while changing shoes. She just said: “I love these shoes but they really start hurting my feet after some hours. And they get very sweaty too, especially after dancing.” Wow, those were words that a foot/shoe fetishist like myself loved to hear. Continue reading “Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)“

Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)

A guy gets to be trampled unknowingly while hiding under carpet in carpet store.

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

Before I had left school I had a Saturday job working in the local carpet shop (warehouse) as a general hand. This is a true story I thought might interest you.

One of the secretaries (Debbie was her name) always wore high heel shoes or boots and thought nothing of walking or climbing all over the rolls of carpet. I got to work a little early one morning and while nobody was looking I piled up some carpet offcut in the doorway of the office. Then I hid behind some rolls of carpet and waited until Debbie came in. I heard the clip-clop of her heels on the wooden piece of the floor just down the corridor, as she came to the door of her office she walked straight on to the carpet then went into the office. Continue reading “Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)“

Accidental High School Trample 3.3 (12)

The author remembers how a girl helped him with his arthritis during the high school football game

written by TBone
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I’ve had a few, some I could have avoided if I had been more “careful.” This one involved a situation when I was a junior in high school.

I need to preface this account by saying that I was quite aware of my foot and trample fetish by now and beginning to explore it and try to figure out what it was.

I’m not sure why we remember some occurrences years later in so much detail, but I guess this was pretty intense. I even remember sounds, sights, and scents. But that afternoon in Dallas was the first real experience like this that I remember. Continue reading “Accidental High School Trample 3.3 (12)“

Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)

A guy remembers being unknowingly stepped by many girls while hiding behind bleachers

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Too often I played under the bleachers in high school. I frequently put my finger under the high heels of many, many women standing up on the bleachers.

Without exception, the crushing was with such force that I still today have several scars on my hands and fingers and partial numbness on the side of my right pinkie for about a two months afterward. The thing that was so exciting was that as several girls leaned back on my finger with their spikes, they had no idea what they were stepping on. In the back of their mind, they may have thought that their stance wasn’t quite right, but that was to be expected since there was a lot of stuff like paper cups wooden drink stirrers on the board. Continue reading “Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)“

Torment 3 (2)

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

At 2 minutes after one on the morning of April 16th, the long corridors of The Chapman Institute were quiet. Neon tubes glowed softly in the early hours of the morning. The linoleum covered floor had been polished. Every room door was securely shut and locked. Each patient lay in his bed.

In room 113 Thomas Harlan lay awake. He was drenched in sweat. The screen above his head showed a picture fed by a camera in the nurse’s station. At The Chapman Institute, all the nurses were female and all the patients were male. The camera was positioned under the desk in the nurses’ station. It showed the legs and feet of whoever was on duty. At all times,
one nurse had to be at the desk. Thomas was a foot lover. He tried not to look at the screen. He tried to resist the growing arousal in his loins. Continue reading “Torment 3 (2)“

Class Project Demonstration 4.2 (22)

A guy asked his brother’s girlfriend to help out with his class project

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

I remember, some years ago when I was at the age of 13, my first trampling experience. I had, as far as I could remember, been having thoughts and dreams about it my whole life, and until the events in this story I could never quite work out why.

My first trampling experience came about as the result of a project for my physics class. I’m sure you’ve all seen or heard the famous comparison between an elephant and a woman in stiletto heels. It was my task over the Christmas holidays to prepare a presentation about pressure, and how weight is more or less irrelevant when working with such small areas.

Not being a scientific person myself, I found that I didn’t understand exactly why a woman in stiletto heels would do more damage to a floor than an elephant. Surely, the elephant would fall through the floor, or cause it to bend?

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Theater Actress Unknown Trampling 2.9 (11)

A man gets his finger crushed by an unwitting theater actress

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

The third time was also at the theater. I was backstage, and the star (a primadonna, about 5’8″, blond, big blue eyes, early 20’s, about 130lbs.) was rushing along a black border curtain to go change costumes. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her.

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Night Trample 3.5 (4)

A short story about a cave guide who saw candid trample of a tourist by another tourist in a dark cave

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

This happened to a friend of mine, but to make it more interesting I’ll tell it in his words.

” I work as a guide in a glow worm grotto. Because of the glow worms we use night vision goggles as guides, we don’t allow torches. The tourists have a handrail to hold onto and if we needed to we had a filtered torch we could guide them with.

One night I was guiding a German woman and her ten-year-old daughter, and a Uk guy. The German woman was wearing hiking boots with heavy treads, and the girl was wearing blue converse type sneakers.

We’d just walked up some steps and I was directing my green filtered torch behind me as I went, I turned to look back to see the guy had fallen somehow at the top of the steps. The glow from my torch was just enough to show the German woman there was something on the ground, but not what. He was lying at a sort of an angle across the path on his stomach. She placed her left foot on his ass and then stepped forward onto his back before walking on over him onto the ground. Her daughter almost tripped over his legs but held onto the handrail and stepped on the back of his legs. She then walked right up his back with two or three steps, her last step actually came down on the side of his head but slipped off and ended up beside his face. As they continued on I went back and helped the guy to his feet. The two others apparently didn’t even realize they had walked over him, though they must have felt the body underfoot, maybe they thought it was undergrowth or something.

The guy was unhurt, and just laughed about it.”

After he told me this I often thought about going on one of his trips and setting myself up as an obstacle. But I never did.