Tag: Boots

The tag boots is added to stories of many genres. It indicates that the female character/s is/are using boots as a footwear of choice to fulfil her/their act. Other tags should indicate what kind of action is being done with the boots.

When it’s a trample story the female character is trampling with the boots. If the story is about crushing, she is crushing something with the boots.

Some readers prefer to read about a specific type of footwear performing a specific type of activity. This tag should help them sort out the stories that they like most.

Punishing Prominent Men 4.4 (8)

Further exploration into the “Doormat” policy

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

Author’s note: This story is inspired by Obiwan’s “The Sentence“

Part 1: Introduction

Note: This story is also inspired by the news, and while this involves political situations, this post is not meant to be partisan. The politics seeks to explain how the all female government came to power, and what would happen if the doormat penalty was actually applied.

A revolution was happening: men left and right were discovered to have wronged women, men who had significant positions in entertainment, the media, religion, government, education, etc. These men were producers, anchors, preachers, congressmen, and teachers. This is what brought down the administration of Mick Thorne, a man who wanted to build walls, who empowered fascists, and was rumored to have colluded with foreign powers to get elected. He was elected despite comments boasting of assaulting women. However, his hubris brought him down, and, after an uprising, an all female government was installed, and they already had a new way of dealing with crimes against women. Another story tells of Dave’s experience with being a human doormat; this series will tell the stories of a movie mogul, an anchor, a preacher, a congressman, and other men convicted of crimes against women. First, though, I will tell of a frat boy in the next post. Continue reading “Punishing Prominent Men 4.4 (8)“

The Sentence 4.6 (11)

A sentence in a special kind of a court

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

Part 1

Dave could not believe what he was hearing. He was in court and had been found guilty of “Crimes against women”, a blanket charge that covered many things since the all female government had come into power. The judge asked if he had anything to say before she passed sentence. Dave could not answer her as he was struggling to take in his predicament, from being arrested to summary trial had only been a four hour period. Continue reading “The Sentence 4.6 (11)“

A Bad Day 3.7 (10)

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

I was feeling very down. I swam my hardest but was way out of my league. I never should have agreed to enter the race because swimming was not my thing.

So I took the long way back from the pool to avoid people, and went through the underground passage beneath the stadium. I was still wearing my swimmers and bare feet, with just my towel over my shoulders. Continue reading “A Bad Day 3.7 (10)“

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 4 4.4 (5)

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

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part four of four

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

— Part Four —

It was well into the following day when I woke. I could hear movement, but I was in very poor shape, pain bursting from all over my body. Kimberly was moving around me, humming happily. She jumped on the bed and looked me right in the eyes as I panicked at her proximity. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” she joyfully welcomed me to the day. She looked so pretty with her face lightly made up. And her large mop of red-brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She had a bright red tight top on that showed her fantastic breasts and tight stomach off very well. She sat back and stood up. Wow, she was wearing skin tight white jodhpurs tucked into shiny black knee high riding boots. Expensive looking. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 4 4.4 (5)“

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 Quiet Movie Night – Part 1 4.7 (3)

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part one of four

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

— Part one —

Kevin, one of the guys I knew from work, asked me to double date with him and his girlfriend at a movie night. It was billed as a quiet night at home watching a DVD with pizza, and his girlfriend’s flatmate was to be my date. With much trepidation, I showered and dressed in my smartest casual for the evening, and went to the address at the correct time.

I knocked on the door, and a very nice blonde answered, dressed in a brief sports top and loose track pants. “Hi,” she said, “you must be Sam. I am Elaine, and Kevin is, of course, late!!” She beckoned me in, and I gave her the chips, chocolate, Coke Zero, and bag of goodies. She loved it and led me to the main room of the flat, it was a large, very nice flat with a great view. I thought she was a great view. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 1 4.7 (3)“

The Doormat 3.1 (8)

A man awakens in a stable, collared, after a night out

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

Admin’s note: One of the legendary stories, first published Jun 05, 2003

I wake up in a stable, completely naked. My head is throbbing. The hay is coarse on my back and didn’t make for a comfortable rest. I don’t know where I am or why I’m here. I remember meeting a gorgeous woman at a bar last night. Damn! What was her name? Tracey? No Tina. Tall, brunette, a knockout. I couldn’t believe my luck. We had a few drinks; I wasn’t feeling too good. We hailed a cab. I just remembered how easily she hefted me into the cab. Guess I should’ve known. The next thing I know, I’m waking up in this stable with more questions than answers. It’s morning, and I have no idea where I am. Then Tina walks in. Her elegant evening gown has been replaced by a very intimidating black leather outfit, complete with tall, high-heeled boots. Continue reading “The Doormat 3.1 (8)“

Finger crushed under receptionist’s heel 4.7 (7)

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

Fingers crushed flat under receptionist’s heels at work

I went to the stationery cupboard in our office, which happens to be near the sink in the kitchen.

One of the office girls was standing at the sink washing up.

She was wearing black leather knee high boots, with a narrow 3-4 in heel. Continue reading “Finger crushed under receptionist’s heel 4.7 (7)“

Wedding Surprise Part 8 3.7 (3)

This entry is part 8 of 10 in the series Wedding Surprise

Dan’s wedding night adventure continues

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

Vivian slid off the couch and straddled Dan’s chest as she sat on him. Tracy did the same, but she sat on Nancy. Vivian took Tracy’s hand, and they leaned in and gave each other a long, passionate kiss. Dan, looking up at Vivian, eagerly asked, „Hey, where’s mine?“ Vivian looked down at him, smiled, and then slapped his face as hard as she could. Dan’s cheek stung with fire and his eyes watered from the blow. „Hey, that was a little hard.“ He said in protest. Vivian reached down and wrapped both hands around his throat and pushed down while she squeezed. Dan started to cough and gasp as Tracy looked on, laughing. Vivian stared at him and said, „Dan, sweetie, Tracy and I have come to a decision. You are going to be our slave. We will do with you what we want, when we want, for as long as we want. You no longer have any say in your life. You belong to us now. You are a piece of property.“ Vivian released her grip slightly to allow Dan a chance to respond. Dan’s eyes were wide, and he had a look of confusion about him. „What do you mean?“ he asked her. „I mean that you do what you are told, when you are told, how you are told. And you do it without question or reservation.“ She responded. „What do you…“ Dan’s question was cut off as Vivian squeezed his throat again, cutting off his air supply. „That’s enough!“ She said. „Your transformation is now. You are no longer a human being. You are a slave.“ Dan’s mind raced as he tried to figure out if Vivian was teasing him or if she was serious. Vivian looked at Nancy. „You are a slave too.“ She said coldly as Tracy started to slap Nancy repeatedly. Continue reading “Wedding Surprise Part 8 3.7 (3)“

The Violinist 2.5 (4)

A female author writes about devotion to a dominant female from male perspective, very seductive, well written

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

first published 15.05.2018

I remember like it was yesterday opening that case, slowly lifting the lid, running my fingers along the velvet interior, not even daring to touch the smooth hard wood of the violin itself. It was days before I had the courage to actually touch it, weeks before I finally lifted out from the case and held it aloft. I was in awe, more than that, I was scared by it, by what it meant to me, of the memories. It was so much a part of my grandfather, so much a part of my childhood. All those years staring up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his fingers dancing along its neck. They say he was the best of his generation, a true virtuoso. The music flowed from him, flowed directly into my soul, not so much sound as pure emotion. I could feel it reverberate through every cell of my body, it wasn’t something external, it somehow seemed to come from within me. Every note, every pause, every moment took me into an ever more dreamlike state. It was my religious ecstasy, my paradise. I felt so close to him, connected by the pure emotion of his music. When he played, the world simply melted away, it stopped to listen, sat in rapture until he was finished, until he shut that magical violin back in its case and the spell was broken.

I hadn’t seen him for years. We’d fallen out as I grew up, drifted apart. His death had devastated me nonetheless, not the death of who he had been then, but of who he was all those years ago. The idea that I would never, that no one would ever, hear him play again was too much, too painful. That something that beautiful, that untouchably sublime, could just disappear forever. I wept for the music as much, more perhaps, than for the man. I wept for days, lost in despair, raging against the futility of it all, the cruelty of impermanence, the silence. Continue reading “The Violinist 2.5 (4)“