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 Finger Crush 3.8 (17)

Hand trample at an otherwise boring wedding

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

Not too long ago I found myself at a relative’s wedding. As usual, I was bored to tears, just hanging out at the reception.  When, all of the sudden, I noticed this really fantastic looking woman. She was in her mid to late 20’es, around 5’8″ (1.73 m) with a slender, athletic build. This angel had long sandy blond hair that went down to the middle of her back.

The girl was quite attractive.  She was wearing incredibly tight designer jeans and a nice form-fitting white top.  Many people were there in all levels of dress from street clothes to tuxedos. But this particular woman  was mesmerizing. She was wearing a pair of tan, spike heel, knee high leather boots.  Let me tell you, watching those tiny heels punishing the lawn was a sight to behold!

I was sort of following her around with my eyes pretty much glued to her boots. I watched as her heels sank effortlessly into the lawn.  Then I marveled at the clicking sound they produced as she walked across the front porch and its wooden floor. Her heels left mild depressions in the floor with every step. I watched as she stood by the door, twisting and turning and rocking on her heels while digging a nice little pair of deep dents into the  carpet. I was really getting turned on by this. If I could, I had to have her step on my fingers or toes. Continue reading “Wedding Finger Crush 3.8 (17)“

Really Crushed Fingers 3.7 (11)

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

I have always been into finger crushing and trampling. I recently happened to be at a women’s store and notice how crowded the isles were with items to sell. I noticed that the dresses and pants hung all the way to the floor and that there were many extension cords running all over the floor. I watch and notice that the women walked on and stood on the cords and no one even looked down at what they were standing on. I thought to myself that this was the perfect situation for me. I, of course, thought about being caught and had read about dropping your wallet or keys on the ground so I decided to try this. Continue reading “Really Crushed Fingers 3.7 (11)“

Border’s book store 3 (11)

written by Wasabi
 original source of the story was Daddo's Trample Heaven

My local Borders bookstore closed in 2011. I used to go there every week. Sometimes I’d get a book, sometimes I’d get my finger crushed unknowingly by a beautiful girl. There were a lot more near-misses than actual finger crushes, but I still managed to get my finger stepped on about 200 different times. Some crushes were better than others, but I thought I’d share some of my favourite experiences. Continue reading “Border’s book store 3 (11)“

Drunk trampled by a drunken model 4.4 (19)

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

The post by the man who wanted to be trampled by six women at the same time all wearing high heels and all drinking very heavily brought to mind a trampling experience I had that got way out of hand because we were both drinking. I’ll warn him again because this was only one woman and he’s talking about six. Continue reading “Drunk trampled by a drunken model 4.4 (19)“

A Bet 3.9 (24)

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

I always wished to be extremely trampled with spiked high heels. One day I met a lady in a bar who was in a pair of spiked high heel boots. I invited her to drink together. She might have thought that I wanna fuck her because when I asked her how much, she said 300. I then took her out to a hotel.

Arriving at the hotel I asked her if she is cruel and if she likes blood. She said yes and her eyes lit up. I then asked her if she liked to trample me with her spiked high heels. She looked surprised and stared me for some time as if I’m from an alien star. After a while, she laughed crazily and said yes if you would like it. I said: “I think you may not dare to go on with trampling if I was bloody.” She said: “No, I don’t care how much are you suffering under my high heels since you demanded from me to trample you.” I said: “But to make sure you will not get off from my body, we should make a bet.” She asked, surprised: “What bet?” I answered: “If you keep your full weight on my body during a one full hour you will get your 300, or else you should pay me my medical fee. It means u should never put one foot on the floor, and no matter how much I cry for help and beg u to stop and how much I am hurt u can’t get off.” She laughed loudly: “You stupid. I would like to trample you very much, don’t worry I will not show any mercy to you. You should pray to God that you won’t die under my high heels. I will not care if you are living or not or if you are hurt badly.”

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Stephanie 4.4 (18)

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

It was one rainy day during my university years and I was out in the drizzle waiting for the bus. I was lost in thought, worried about my upcoming exams and was brought out of it by a splash. I looked down to see that a book had fallen into the puddle beside me. As I bent down to pick it up I noticed out of the corner of my eye the person who had dropped it. Slouched to the ground, the first thing I noticed were white high-heeled boots. My gaze rose over shapely legs in a white mini skirt, a white jacket ensemble and finally a gorgeous face framed by jet-black hair. She smiled sweetly at me and said thank you as I wiped her book off on my jacket and handed it to her. Her name was Stephanie and as I gazed into her eyes I felt she was very gentle and caring- sweet. We chatted a bit about the miserable weather and she invited me up to her nearby apartment to escape the rain. Ah, she was so beautiful that I couldn’t say no. Besides what could it hurt? It wasn’t like she was a threat, right?

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