Private School 4.8 (28)

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 (28)“

The worst high heel trampling 4.6 (25)

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 4.6 (25)“

First real foot fetish experience 3.9 (14)

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 3.9 (14)“

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 (19)

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 (19)“

Amina 4.8 (16)

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 4.8 (16)“

My Trample Christmas Present 3.5 (17)

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 (17)“

Finger Crushing at Haitian Carnival 3.3 (7)

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 3.3 (7)“

Humiliated by the Landlady 4.5 (18)

A young man tells a story how he worshiped the feet of his landlady

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

A few years back I was looking for a place to live. I read the newspapers and called a couple of places. I spoke with a woman at one place who had a room for rent in her new townhouse. Since the rent was in my price range, I arranged a meeting with her.

When I arrived she gave me the cooks tour, showing me all of the facilities and the room that was available. I was 23 and she was a semi-attractive 33. She was tall, dark-haired, and sort of redneckish and simple.

I told her I would take the place and asked when could move in. I moved in the following week. After a few weeks, we got to get to know each other and started getting along fairly well. We would watch TV in the living room in the evenings and I would do my share of things around the house. Continue reading “Humiliated by the Landlady 4.5 (18)“

Fingers crushed at a concert 3.6 (8)

The author remembers his fingers being crushed at a concert

written by Heelvector
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was at an amusement park that was to have a concert on this hot summers night. There were far too many people (over 3500 I found out later) for the concert area to hold and still allow people to see the bands. To make seeing the bands worse the paved ground of the concert area was higher at the stage and lower as you got farther from the stage.

There was a cement wall that bordered part of the concert area. This wall was bought about 2′ wide and 4′ high relative to the ground of the concert area. Behind the wall were grass and low shrubs that were the same height as the wall. The only easy way to get to the wall and grass/shrubs was from the concert area as behind this was a building.

The wall, grass, and shrubs were full of standing girls trying to get a better view of the bands. It was a hot summer night and the girls were sexily dressed to match the summer heat. As I looked up two girls particularly annoyed by the shrubs were holding hands jumping on them together, crushing them further and breaking their branches. I could hear the cracking as they yielded under their weight. This was going to be what I call a multilevel concert YES !! Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a concert 3.6 (8)“