Tag: Barefoot

The tag barefoot is added to stories of many genres. It indicates that the action by a female character is done without the use of any footwear. Other tags will indicate what kind of action it is.

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)“

Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)

A story about a secretary hired to dominate her boss

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

I knew this was no ordinary office. The dress code alone was a tip-off as were the outrageous salaries. But I’d been desperate for a job any job that would allow me to stay in the city to be independent of the demands from which I’d yearned for so very long to escape. They’d conducted oodles of interviews and hours of testing and finally said my psych profile was ideal for it. Whatever that meant.

I was nervous the first day on the job but determined to brazen it out. Little did I suspect what I would be made to endure that first day. The secretaries were all stunning but it was something other than perfect features or perfect bodies that accounted for that. I’d never seen such an assortment of short skirts and low-cut blouses in a professional setting. Even more so I’d never seen people look so happy to be at work on a Monday morning.

No one spoke to me except to say good morning. They all smiled and nodded politely. There was a measure of vitality that was starkly different than all the other offices I’d worked in over the years. I’d been shown to my desk and told to have a seat there until the boss called me in. I’d met him briefly a couple of times in my second and third interviews after the long batteries of brain-picking tests. He’d struck me as average – average height dark and swarthy average build tending to lean if anything. His demeanor was anything but average. Continue reading “Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)“

True Trample Experiences in Tanning Saloon 4.6 (17)

written by Juiced1000
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Its been awhile since I’ve written anything so I thought I’d post some stories of real experiences I’ve had recently. A quick background, me and my girlfriend opened a clips site.

This has been a great excuse to recruit hot girls and have them trample and crush things. Anyways… I met this girl in my tanning salon, she’s 22 years old, a college girl who’s about 5’7″ and a good 140lbs. We started talking and I mentioned my website, she was instantly interested. She asked what the girls do and I told them that they trample me, front and back.

Well she agreed to do a shoot, I asked her “how about a trial run and see if you got what it takes?” with a quick little smile she said sure. We went back into my massage room and I laid on the table face down, she kicked off her flat, black sandals and without hesitation hopped up and stood on my back. “Does this hurt?” she asked, “Not at all, it feels great.” “Where can I go?” “Hey you’re on top, you’re in control, I’m just laying here,” with that she began to walk up and down my back. She placed her foot on my head and pressed down a little, “Does that feel good too?” “Yup.” Then she started to press down on my head harder. Before I knew it she was standing full weight on the side of my head. I could feel myself sinking into the firm massage table. I could smell the slight scent of sweat on her warm soles. She twisted her foot back and forth to test my pain tolerance. Continue reading “True Trample Experiences in Tanning Saloon 4.6 (17)“

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)“

A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 2 3.9 (11)

written by Horsefly
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Chapter 2

Tommy awoke on the floor of his sister’s room. At first, he was bewildered, wondering what the hell he was doing there. He became conscious of a dull pain in his balls and realized that his legs were tied together at the ankles, and his hands here bound behind his back. A dirty sock was stuffed in his mouth. Suddenly, all of the previous night’s humiliation came flooding back to him. He thought of spitting the sock out of his mouth and trying to crawl out of the room but thought better of it. If his sister beat the crap out of him when he was able-bodied, he didn’t even want to imagine what she’d do to him with his legs and hands bound. He turned his head and saw Samantha sleeping peacefully in her bed, her foot dangling over the side. He noticed that Jenny wasn’t in the room. Thank god, he thought. Continue reading “A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 2 3.9 (11)“

Trample Rep 4.6 (27)

written by Simon UK
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Danny always looked forward to the visit of this particular sales rep. His shyness and her confidence had meant that most businesses had gone her way, which meant more visits. He was attracted by her dominating appearance, but mostly by her feet. Danny had a hard job keeping his eyes off them.

He had always liked feet since he was young. He used to religiously watch dancers and circus performers on the tv. He was especially turned on when the women stood on the men’s shoulders and backs. In one high wire act, a man lay on the wire and a female performer walked onto his chest and pose there, he almost creamed himself there and then. He loved it but he couldn’t understand why and so withdrew into a world where he felt so alone. Continue reading “Trample Rep 4.6 (27)“

A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 1 5 (7)

written by Horsefly
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Chapter 1

“Bye now, dear!” Claudia said to her daughter, weeping. Samantha gave her a big hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. Claudia looked down at her daughter one last time, and unable to bear the sight of her sad face, left without saying another word. Samantha’s dad, however, wasn’t quite as emotional as his wife: “Now Samantha, you KNOW that mommy and I love you very very .much.” Samantha stopped crying and nodded silently. He smiled and lifted her chin. “Come on, sweetie! Can’t you give daddy a little smile?” Samantha looked at him and managed a small, feeble smile. “Don’t worry, honey… I and mommy will be back soon. We just need some time alone. The week will go by like that!”

With that, he snapped his fingers. As sad as she felt, Samantha couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I love you, daddy.” Her dad gave her a hug and said: “Now you be a good girl, okay? You can invite some friends to sleep over you want, but be nice. Nana’s phone number is posted on the fridge, and I want you to listen to your brother, okay? He’s older, so he’s in charge.”

With that, her dad gave her a big kiss on the cheek and started out the door. Before closing it, he turned to his daughter and said half-jokingly, “I don’t want to hear any horror stories from Tommy, okay? BE NICE.” Continue reading “A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 1 5 (7)“

Trample experience with Sammi and her heavy friend 3.8 (18)

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

Since my early twenties, I have sought trample experiences and have managed to get a trampling from several women. Last summer I approached a woman called Sammi who had advertised in a magazine and she agreed to trample me. I arrived at her house on one of the hottest days this year: Sammi is around 5’9″ tall and probably weighs around 140 – 150 pounds. She asked me how much experience I had with trampling and when I told her she then asked: “The heavier the better?” “I guess so,” I replied. She then suggested that she had a friend who could join in for a little extra cash. Continue reading “Trample experience with Sammi and her heavy friend 3.8 (18)“

Drunken college girls 2.9 (15)

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

First off, I have been a ghost for as long as I can remember. I was here when this was a Delphi forum (I think that’s what it was) and have never shared anything. I hope that this story can only begin to make up for the years of non-participation on my part. By the way, all parts of this story are completely true as I lack the creative imagination to create something of this calibre. Thank you and enjoy.

This story takes place last night when I and my buddies were going to go out. There were no parties going on (which is weird cause we are a school known for our parties), so we decided that it wasn’t worth our trouble to get booze, would drink instead of saving for tonight when there is a couple of calibres. We went down to this room of a couple of girls that we know and they were all wasted. Now for some descriptions. None of these are their real names. Julie is a tall blond girl about 6’0″ and weighing in at about 160-170 pounds, she isn’t fat mind you. She holds her weight well and looks decent, and when your drunk, really good. Stef is about 5’2″ weighing in at about 100-110 pounds with brown hair and the cutest perkiest ass. she’s a real looker. And lastly, Denise is an Asian girl with a really nice ass and great body she is just about the same size as Stef. Anyhow Julie has like size 11 feet and I’m not sure about the other two. Like I said they were already wasted and things were getting kinda decent. Continue reading “Drunken college girls 2.9 (15)“

Underwater trampling at the lake 4 (15)

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

We have a large public lake close to home that has a swimming area that is open to the public for most of the summer. The owner of the lake allows me to dive around the swimming area and pier when the area is not open to the public. With my metal detector, I find coins, rings, keys, and other personal items lost by the swimmers, especially around the diving board. I have been out there diving many times when the swimming area is open and sometimes manage to stealth over to the dock where I can enjoy My Hobby which is inspecting the lower extremities of a woman’s body without being noticed. There is a horizontal board along the side of the pier that allows a swimmer to stand and rest while holding on to the side. This board is 4 1/2 feet down which puts me totally out of sight from the surface. Alongside this board, on a hot summer day, there might be a dozen or more nice looking feet that I can inspect close range at my leisure.

Continue reading “Underwater trampling at the lake 4 (15)“