Tag: Blood

The tag blood is added to stories of many genres. It is often an indication of an extreme storyline. In stories about trampling it often depicts consequences of harsh trampling action. Readers searching for more brutal stories can use this tag as an indication of stories which are more to their liking. Other users may consider this tag as a content warning.

Party Time 4.6 (11)

A sequence of incidental events got a hand unknowingly impaled by a wooden mule

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

It was a very hot night, so as much as I hated going to parties, the invitation from my neighbor to his pool party was just too good to pass up. I hated this guy, he had no idea, though. He was pretty shallow and churned through stunning girlfriends way faster than I could eat hot dinners. He was so detestable, tall, good looking, fit, and worst of all, rich.

He was also computer illiterate, and had purchased an amazing array of hardware based just on price, I was sure. That lucky salesman must have seen him coming and made out like a bandit. Then, as the resident local geek, he kept hitting me up to fix his many issues. I would have loved to fix the issue between his ears with a baseball bat. But he was generous, he was way too friendly, he was easy to hate, but I could not bring myself to break away from his bloody charismatic grip. Continue reading “Party Time 4.6 (11)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 3 4.5 (2)

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part three of four

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

— Part Three —

My magnificent tormenter stepped down off me and jumped on her bed. She looked excited as she threw off her horrible football boots with the nasty metal studs. I was glad to see them go until my mind wandered to what was next. Kimberly was now giggling and playing with her feet, but I could not see what was giving her such glee.

She swung her lovely legs over the edge of the bed and dangled her new footwear in front of my face. I was having trouble seeing her new weapons due to the pain, tears, and blurred vision in one eye. What I could see were very bright red, orange and yellow soccer boots with crazy looking plastic cleats. I could not quite make them out, but they looked nasty. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 3 4.5 (2)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 4.3 (3)

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part two of four

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

— Part two —

Kimberly rubbed her incredible lycra clad body against my bare skin, then lifted one of those evil steel spiked heels out of my instep, putting all her weight on the other heel. She rubbed her boot against my leg, dragging the sharp heel up my calf, then pushed the heel back down the side of my leg, scratching it badly and drawing blood. Then she did the same to her other leg, dragging the heel up then driving it back down along my poor skin.

She stepped back and surveyed her work with her hands on her lovely hips. She then sat back on her bed and said, “Had enough of these bad boys yet, got enough holes?” I could not answer, I was still sobbing in pain. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 4.3 (3)“

A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 6 5 (1)

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

Jennifer Gasped.

She gazed at a spectacle of bloody horror. She was partly shielded from the scene by Shannon’s bed. There, on the far side of the bed, she could see her sister holding what looked to be a small hatchet. Her face and arms were covered with fresh blood, as she stood immobile, leering down at something not yet visible.

It took Jennifer a second to gather her thoughts. Then she rushed around the bed to see Shannon standing on her brother. Her high heels impaled each of his nipples. The tips had clearly penetrated his chest. For a moment Jennifer was transfixed by the slow rise and fall of Shannon’s body as his chest heaved in a desperate attempt to get air. Freddy appeared to be unconscious beneath her. His face and trunk were terribly bruised and lacerated, but Jennifer finally noticed, to her horror, that all four of his limbs were neatly severed from his body. Shannon had arranged the dismembered limbs in a neat circle around her victim. She stared at her handiwork with the look of a demented artist, admiring the final composition of bloody limbs. Shannon’s eyes slowly rose to meet her
sister’s astonished stare. Continue reading “A Million Dollar Floormat – Chapter 6 5 (1)“

Leaf Man Part 3 3.8 (5)

This entry is part 3 of 13 in the series Leaf Man

Part three of the excellent slow-paced story about man’s getting unknowingly trampled with metal-heeled boots

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

Cortney is pressing her boot’s sole from her shifting hips, her body is forcing her boot’s sole around my throbbing hand. I also love her tantalizing-looking foot profile, as I see her ankle shift in small movements side to side still balancing fully on boots narrow edge of her sole, as her soft tender toes go along for the ride.

Cortney then has suddenly shifted her whole body! Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 3 3.8 (5)“

Contract Killer 3.9 (42)

The author wrote a violent fantasy about the end of the life of one burglar.

written by Neckstand
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Jimmy was desperate for money. It had only been two weeks since he’d been let out of prison and work was hard to come by for a convicted murderer and drug addict. At 6’5″ 240, Jimmy had started bouncing at a strip club but the paycheck wasn’t enough. An old contact of Jimmy’s offered him a job as a contract killer. It was Jimmy’s first assignment, an easy mark, 62 yr old Lucy Goldman. Lucy’s husband wanted her dead collecting on a large insurance policy he had taken out for her. Jimmy went to Lucy’s house that afternoon, it was supposed to look like a burglary. An unlocked sliding glass door allowed Jimmy to slip into the house and discover no one was home. Several hours had passed when the lock on the front door turned and Jimmy ran into a living room closet. Looking through the slats in the door he could see the entire room. Jimmy planned on hiding out, carrying out the hit, and leaving under the cover of darkness. A woman walked into the room and removed her sandals, it was Lucy. Jimmy couldn’t believe this decent-looking lady with gorgeous feet was 62 yrs old, as he had always had a foot fetish he quickly focused on those bare feet walking around the house. Continue reading “Contract Killer 3.9 (42)“

New Year’s Eve 3.3 (15)

The author remembers the finger-stepping experience during New Year’s eve

written by TrampleMatRS
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

A few months ago, I was asked to write this down. Now that I finally have a stretch of time at my disposal I can sit down and write it. It happened during the public New Year celebration 2021/22. Our city traditionally makes a big concert in front of the town hall and brings local and regional stars. The city is also an interesting holiday destination for visitors not only from neighboring countries but also for visitors from further locations. Sure, not all of them end up in front of the town hall, many of them don’t, but some do. Usually there get to be about 30k people, of whom many disperse shortly after midnight fireworks. Continue reading “New Year’s Eve 3.3 (15)“

Impaled Part 4 3.9 (15)

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series Imapled

The last part of the story about Cyndi and Jim

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

Moving even closer to Jim now, Cyndi extended her right hand and gently patted Jim between his legs saying, “come on Hon, let me take care of that for you.”

Rising from the couch with Jim in hand/tow, Cyndi lead him through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. Jim really did not know what to expect, he thought that he might be led into some kind of dungeon or something, but was put at ease when he arrived at the bottom of the basement stairs and saw a normal basement. This was obviously Cyndi’s playroom, as it contained a full bar, a stereo system, as well as, another wide-screen TV, a comfortable couch, and three chairs. Curiously though, there was no carpet on the floor, just a concrete floor. It seemed strange that she did not have this touch of added warmth to such a cozy room. Continue reading “Impaled Part 4 3.9 (15)“

The Scarecrow 4.7 (21)

The author fantasizes about taking a place of an old scarecrow lying in a yard.

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

It started out as a complaint. I have been finding cigarette butts in my garden for the last few weeks, since school started. I live in a college town next to a 5-bedroom house that is rented out to students regularly. I was out there one day and heard some girls talking on the other side of my fence, and then a cigarette butt came flying over the fence. I immediately went next door to confront them. I knocked on the door and a pretty young blond answered the door. It was fall time so she was dressed in jeans, Uggs, and a sweatshirt. I confronted her about the cigarette and she said it must be one of her roomies. She led me through the house to the backyard. I saw 2 girl’s near the fence, though they seemed tall for an 8-foot-tall fence. I looked down and noticed them standing on top of a scarecrow, which was on top of some logs or something. Continue reading “The Scarecrow 4.7 (21)“

The Brogues 4.5 (30)

The author remembers an experience that occurred a few days after his then-partner bought herself a pair of new shoes.

written by Fighting-Riley
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

This is a retelling of an event that happened with my ex-partner some years ago. It stands out as one of the best tramplings I had with her. Some days before this trampling happened, my partner had bought herself a new pair of tan brogues, which were fashionable for girls at that time. They were practically flat, but their androgynous look and sexlessness made them very appealing to me, these were shoes for her to wear when she didn’t care about looking sexy, these weren’t shoes she had picked with my interests in mind, and that made them very attractive to me. Continue reading “The Brogues 4.5 (30)“