A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
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.
Girlfriend doesn’t notice earpods under her boots. Or does she . . .
I had a girlfriend who, while always almost instantly noticed everything that was under her feet (and I tried various clothes, pencils etc), for some reason, would not care at all when it was earphones. And I had a lot of pairs, as I like listening to music while walking, so I go through them fast.
A story of female domination/supremacy, male submission, and boot/shoe fetish.
To start, a brief background: Elena is the boss in our 5 year marriage. We have a wonderful relationship but female domination is a strong part of it. I’m just an regular guy, 47 years old, twice divorced. I’m from a well-off family but still always worked hard and have provided well for my family, even with the divorces.
Elena, on the other hand is exceptional. 38 years old (most people guess her to be in her twenties) extremely beautiful and amazing. Spanish and Irish decent. College graduate. Athletic but feminine, curvy body she was a soccer player in school and still continued to eat clean and exercise into adulthood. Perfect tan skin, black hair, red lips and green eyes about 5’5″ with the best legs you’ve ever seen. Practicing law on a mostly part-time basis now, she had been extremely into her career which is likely why she had stayed single until we married.
The pulsating beats of the music echoed through the open-air concert venue as a sea of people swayed to the rhythm. The strobe lights flashed in sync with the bass, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Among the crowd were a group of friends—Emily, Sarah, Hannah, and Chloe—who had been eagerly anticipating this night for months.
They pushed their way closer to the stage, laughing and singing along to their favorite songs. The energy was infectious, and they felt invincible. Every beat of the drum, every lyric sung, seemed to electrify the air around them. With each passing moment, the crowd grew denser, and their excitement reached fever pitch.
Unbeknownst to them, just a few feet away, lay a man named Jack. Earlier in the evening, he had deliberately positioned himself in the thick of the crowd, fueled by a secret desire. Jack had a foot fetish and craved the sensation of being trampled, especially by the carefree and oblivious feet of the dancing girls. He had waited for this moment, knowing that the chaos of the concert would provide the perfect opportunity for his fantasy to come to life. Continue reading “A Night at the Concert“
Coworker is both sexy and entitled
One of the other branches employed a new person in the supervisor’s job. Her name was Amber and after her first few days, the State Manager sent her to work with me for two days to be trained.
I was pleasantly surprised when Amber arrived. She was gorgeous.
Amber walked in to the office. She was dressed like something out of a music video! She was wearing a little black leather jacket and a little black t-shirt with a couple of strategically placed rips. There was a band logo on the front of her top, I think it was Guns N Roses. Amber was wearing very tight blue jeans with torn knees, and on her feet were black leather calf-length boots with thin heels about three inches high. And she had a black suede belt resting on her hips, with tassels hanging down on the left side.
Part 9 of Groundview’s Leaf Man
The woman with the gray half-boots presses her blackened tar-stained sole more solidly on my nose and across my cheek, for a moment.
Then suddenly she plants her boot massively down on my cheek and eye, bringing up her other foot to land both of her feet on unevenly on my head.
I see stars and bright flashes of light as this unknown woman park’s her flat heels against my ear and temple. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 9“
Part seven of Groundview’s Leaf Man
Cortney’s now-familiar heels moved up and down my back and abruptly off my body. She steps down right in front of my face and walks to the curb.
Maria then suddenly flips the shoe that is in my mouth, it catches on my jaw causing Maria to stumble backward and away from me.
“What was that” Maria cries out to Cortney. “What was What?”
Cortney glances back at Maria from the curb.
“There must be something in the pile!” Cortney answers back.
“I almost tripped and fell over… Did you see that!”
Donna Ann then says “it’s most likely a big root.”
“I’ve been standing on one the whole time we’re here.”
“Come and feel this!” Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 7“
Part six of Graundview’s Leaf Man series
With Cortney still standing on my back, crushing me down, I can’t move my body at all, without letting them know I’m below their feet. So whatever they do to me, I must hold still and take it.
But this is where I wanted to be. I’m in double heaven. I’m smelling Maria’s expensive shoe leather, a smell of old tobacco smoke, Channel Number Nine, mixed with a smell of sweet worn erotic rich leather.
Luckily my nose is still hidden, buried very close to their parked feet just under the leaf pile.
The girls stand by me I see the bones of Maria’s right tanned foot slowly radiate upward. This is a sure sign that she is about to move her black leather shoe forward once more.
Sure enough, she raises her high heel shoe off the ground.
I see daylight under her shoes grit-covered sole. Maria then thrusts up her shoe on her long thin three-and-a-half-inch heel, she then balances her body weight on her long thin heel poised very close to my face, the pointy worn sole of her shoe is now overhanging my nose.
Fun early experience submitted by CrushJohny
Hey there, it’s CrushJohny back again. I’ve been gradually jotting down my collection of 100% true stories, spanning from my childhood to the present day. While these tales might not be as thrilling as what you typically find here, I offer you the assurance that they are genuine experiences.
A long and very detailed series written 20 years ago. Worth the read. A homeless man hides in a pile of dirt at the bus station to be unknowingly trampled by attractive young women waiting for the bus.
It’s an early workday morning and the usual crowd of well dressed, young professional women wait in a posh, upscale London neighborhood. Just another Wednesday. The bus stops here to take these lovelies directly to the City of London for their high flying careers. These are pretty girls from wealthy families who would never even think to acknowledge me in real life. See, I’ve been homeless for the last year and a half. Dressed in rags. Probably smell worse than I realize. Just in a very bad way.
Homeless man’s hand gets trampled unknowingly
I continue to press myself down forcefully on the earth in anticipation of some sort of action I might get by her or any one of the other wonderful-looking women’s feet now standing near me. I’m so excited about all the other women’s legs and shoes that I can see stepping all around now, their gathering on either side of this high leaf pile I’m now below. I hope I might just get Cortney to make a small step of her foot to land on me. If not I’ll be happy just to get someone else’s foot to grind down on me. Continue reading “Leaf Man – Part 2“