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.

Wedding Surprise Part 8 0 (0)

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 0 (0)“

The Violinist 4 (2)

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 4 (2)“

True Car Crush 4.8 (8)

written by crushed1000
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

Submitted by Zawey

I’ve been a trample fan for all of my adult life and I’m sure like many of you guys have spent hours trawling the net for good trample and crush sites. Recently I’ve found some good car crush sites and this has really interested me. The thought of being run over by a beautiful woman has gripped me for some time, so when my chance came I couldn’t resist. This is how it happened.

I live in rural England in a village of around 200 dwellings. Near to my home is a lane leading to the countryside with six individual properties built along one side. At the far end is a single storey home occupied by an attractive blonde lady in her mid thirties with her teenage daughter. Slim build about 5ft 10ins tall, she is a real “Yummie Mummy”. I’d seen her a couple of times in the village post office and she had become my real fantasy woman. Continue reading “True Car Crush 4.8 (8)“

A Trip to the Countryside 4.8 (10)

A fantasy about a beautiful girl and her cowboy boots

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

John was your regular, everyday, normal boy. Ordinary height, build, and generally uninteresting to the naked eye. But there was something special about him, something so exciting but yet too sensitive to talk about with anyone but himself. He had a trampling fetish. He always fantasized about being under the feet of women and being humiliated by them; it just gave him an unexplainable spark for life. He had a fictional trampling scenario with every girl at his school, even some teachers too! Some could call this creepy, but in his eyes it was all a big plan that would eventually come to be. And it would, even though John didn’t see it at the time, his big journey into realizing his dreams would begin the day he went on a trip to the countryside with his parents.

It was a sunny morning, perfect for outdoor expeditions, something that fueled John’s father to take the whole family out to the countryside to enjoy some fresh air and escape the fumes of the city. With that said, John, his mother, and his sister Emily all got in the car with his father and began their adventure. But John had his very own adventure to live, he just didn’t know it yet. When they arrived at their destination, a small village consisting mainly of farms, John was already bored, itching to return home and continue the gaming session he left unfinished when his father had this “fantastic” idea of family bonding. But this wasn’t happening since they would be stuck there at least until the afternoon, so he took a walk around, trying to see if there was anything worth checking out in that tiny little village. While walking, he came across many farms, but one specifically caught his eye, one that was run by a girl around his age. Continue reading “A Trip to the Countryside 4.8 (10)“

University Life part 32 5 (3)

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

The girls left me to clean myself up in the bathroom and when I eventually came out I went into the kitchen to get some paracetamol.  My whole head but in particular my nose was absolutely throbbing.  I downed the tablets with a glass of water and turned round to face the girls.  They were sitting at the counter having a coffee.  Erin had her phone and said “let me take a quick pic of your nose.  The rest of the girls want to see.”  She snapped a couple of pics of my face and then handed me the phone and said “take a pic of our boots.”  She sent them off to the group then put her phone down.

Riah looked at me and said “ready for round 2?” as she finished the rest of her coffee.  “Are you fucking joking?” I replied, “you broke my nose It’s going to be a while before you stand on my face again.”  “Oh man up will you”, replied Erin sarcastically, “it’s just your nose.  If you want your face stood on what do you expect is going to happen?”  “Yeah I know, and I don’t mind” I replied “but you need to give it a few weeks now to heal.”  “Haha”, replied Riah “I think we all know that’s not going to happen”.  “Exactly” agreed Erin. Continue reading “University Life part 32 5 (3)“

Cleaning Adidas Gazelles 3.7 (3)

Female author tells a tale of how she got her sneakers cleaned

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

It had been raining on and off all day. Not a heavy downpour, just that stubborn drizzle of a cool day in mid-May that slowly soaked everything — the air, the forest floor, even your clothes. The woods smelled of wet earth and moss as I walked along the muddy trail with my dog.
On my feet were my old Adidas Gazelles. The pale pink color had faded slightly over the years, and the white soles were no longer perfectly spotless, but that was exactly why I liked them. They were comfortable, broken in, and had been with me on countless walks.
Today, though, they were taking a beating. Continue reading “Cleaning Adidas Gazelles 3.7 (3)“

University Life part 31 4.8 (5)

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

Riah said “go on babe choke him out”.  I felt Erin wiggling her boot heel onto my throat again and felt the pressure increasing as she put all her weight onto it.  A couple of bounces was all it took to overpower the muscles in my neck and my windpipe was again clamped shut under her heel.  Within a few seconds my body was thrashing around.  I was unable to get my hands up to defend myself and the combination of Riah on my face and Erin flattening my throat was doing its job.  I felt the lights in my eyes dim and I was out. Continue reading “University Life part 31 4.8 (5)“

Trampled at the Bank part 10 4.5 (2)

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

Part 10

So they return into the bank dragging Janet by her hair. OK bitch says Susan… I have to count out my drawer and make sure I’m not short for the day so place your face where it belongs!!!! Without hesitation Janet crawls to Susan’s window and lays down on her back with her face facing the ceiling, knowing that that’s where Susan will be standing. Susan and Kay and the rest of the girls in the bank laugh at her predicament. Continue reading “Trampled at the Bank part 10 4.5 (2)“

Leaf Man Part 12 5 (1)

This entry is part 12 of 13 in the series Leaf Man

Part 12 of Groundview’s Leaf Man

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

Crystal and Rebecca are still standing motionless on me, as I struggle to maintain breath in my lungs. Both of Crystal’s hiking boots are still mashing into my swollen face.

Her boot treads have sunk into my skin, as the leaves and twigs, she stands on, don’t offer any resistance to her solid weight. I’m dimming out, even though my broken jaw sends waves of pain, that would keep anyone else awake. The unknown woman who’s been standing on my legs has her sharp heel’s doing a nice job of cutting off the circulation in my thigh muscles. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 12 5 (1)“

Leaf Man Part 11 5 (1)

This entry is part 11 of 13 in the series Leaf Man

Part 11 of Groundview’s Leaf Man

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

Rebecca, the high school student, is wearing frayed dirty black, flat-heeled boots. Her leather boots’ scent is very strong, the smell makes me so hot.

But then suddenly Rebecca turns to her side and then steps back with one foot and lands her boot partly against the side of my face. Crystal then moves closer to Rebecca to stand completely on my right side’s hidden arm with both her nasty treaded hiking boots.

“I waited for you at my house, where were you, I can’t be late again!!” – Crystal yelled at Rebecca! Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 11 5 (1)“