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.

Old Girlfriend Tramples Me at the Game 4.4 (11)

The author gets his hand trampled by his ex

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

Went to a high school basketball game couple of nights ago and spotted an old girlfriend in the bleachers, so I sat next to her. It had been about 5 years or so since we’d seen each other so we had some catching up to do about our lives. We had really been into trample when we were dating.

Finally, she asked me if I were still into it, which kind of shocked me but I said: “Why? Yes, certainly when I can find someone to trample me.” I noticed that she was wearing some very nice calf high heel snow boots. She then looked down at her feet for a second and then remarked: “I believe that you can get your hands and fingers under my boots if you go behind the bleachers and stick them through and I’ll be glad to stand on them for a while during the game.” I said: “That would be great.” Continue reading “Old Girlfriend Tramples Me at the Game 4.4 (11)“

Fingers crushed at a New Year’s Party 3.8 (8)

The author writes about an unknown finger trampling experience at a party

written by creepycrawley
 original source of the story was Unknown source

One time I was at a New Year’s party at a friends house. Everyone was drinking and helping themselves to the buffet. It was dark and candles had been lit for the atmosphere. Seating was hard to come by as it was crowded, so I went over to the sofa which was occupied and sat on the floor with my back against the arm.

I chose this location cos the girl that sat at that end of the sofa was gorgeous. I particularly remember she was wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit her so damned well. The curves … Damn, I am drooling. And under those jeans, she wore black boots with a block heel. No one seemed to mind that I was being a gentleman by sitting on the floor and I was able to slide my hand right up next to her boots. God, the adrenalin rush as my searching fingers touched the hard surface of her boot heel. I was in the danger zone. Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a New Year’s Party 3.8 (8)“

Finger crush in a gift card shop 3.8 (6)

The author describes his unknown finger crush experiences in a local gift shop

written by CEF1964
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I love the approach of Valentine’s day!

Women go to such great lengths to pick the perfect card that they get so wrapped up in looking at Valentine’s cards that some are oblivious to what they are doing with their feet.

I almost lost a finger today at the local card shop. Continue reading “Finger crush in a gift card shop 3.8 (6)“

The worst high heel trampling 4.6 (25)

The author remembers sweet suffering under his girlfriend’s boots, which helped her relax after a bad day in the office

written by Bootlover
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was the end of a hot day in Summer. I went back home after a day of work and was wondering if my girlfriend would be ok to give me a trample session. We started doing some sessions not long ago and I was not yet really comfortable to ask her about it, but I know she had fun when doing it and she liked having me at her feet. I was surprised when entering the flat as she was not there yet. She usually comes back at least one hour before me. I changed clothes then eased myself and started watching a game on TV. Not long after, I heard the keys in the door and she entered. Dressed to kill with a white blouse, black skirt and opened toed block-heeled sandals. Her blond hair was falling in a mess on her shoulders. I quickly noticed that something was wrong, as her angel face had an annoyed air. I got up and went to her for a quick kiss then asked “Hard day honey ?”. “…the least we can say” she replied throwing away her bag then sitting on the couch to try to relax. Continue reading “The worst high heel trampling 4.6 (25)“

Amina 4.8 (16)

An erotic story about servitude of one slave to his mistress

written by L. S.
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Amina, half Greek, half Spanish, had an astonishing pair of large, dark eyes, and the blackest hair that John had ever seen. She was very tall – even though she was seated, it was obvious – and from his vantage point at a nearby table in the bar, he could see her long, muscular legs. They were, perhaps, the most beautiful legs he had ever seen in his life. They were fully exposed beneath the hem of her short, black skirt, and accentuated by being encased in sheer black nylon. She was wearing high-heeled lace-up shoes, elegant and expensive-looking, and these, by raising her heels three inches from the ground, highlighted the firm muscles in her calves and thighs. In retrospect, John felt that it was probably her shoes, more than any other factor, which caused him to do what he did next.

Most probably those elegant shoes. Nonetheless, it was debatable. Maybe it was those deep, Mediterranean eyes – in which a man could sweetly drown. Maybe the outline of her firm breasts under her tight cotton tee-shirt. Maybe it was the way the light was reflected along the edge of her nyloned stockinged thigh. Or maybe it was just because, after three beers, he was slightly drunk, hence not quite so shy and inhibited as usual. Whatever the reason, John Preston rose from his seat, walked over to the beautiful woman whom he had never seen before in his life, knelt before her, and kissed her feet. Continue reading “Amina 4.8 (16)“

Library Crush 3.5 (15)

A guy writes about a girl he met in a library

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

So there I was in the library looking for a book on how to use Lotus Smart Suite. As I was looking I could hear a heavy clomping sound echoing throughout the room. I listened and tried to figure out what it was and where it was coming from. I wished it was a gorgeous woman clomping around, but I figured my luck wouldn’t be that good and returned back to my quest.

The clomping continued and curiosity got the best of me. I went out amongst the rack of books looking for the source of the sound. I passed by one row and found it: a gorgeous redheaded girl about 18 strolling up and down the aisle looking for a particular book and wearing a gorgeous pair of 6-inch chunky platform heels! Perfect crushers.

I gazed down at the shoes and remembered all the stories I had heard about guys slipping their fingers under women’s heels and getting them crushed by “accident”. I had tried to do this a couple of times before, but never with any luck. I watched this girl gaze through the rows of books and noticed she was slowly pacing up and down the aisle, stopping and rocking a heel back. And these were platforms, so I imagine she wouldn’t feel it if she stepped on something and crushed it. Continue reading “Library Crush 3.5 (15)“

Luck of the Irish 4.3 (16)

A man writes about a memorable ride with four young dominant women on a train.

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

If you are anything like I am when it comes to reading these stories, EITHER you think …they are made up… or worse yet… “Why can’t they ever happen to me”? If it was not for the grin on my face and the fact I WAS there… I would not believe my luck…

I am visiting the USA after an extended leave and thought it would be nice to go to NYC for St. Patrick’s day. After a great night out with old friends as they were to return to work that Friday, I planned on my hang-over being on the commuter/Metroliner train that runs between NYC and Washington, DC. ONLY a few hours (which I later regretted was way too short!) by train where I would be able to sleep it off. So much for the plans of mice of men.

Arriving with only a small overnight bag at Grand Central Station, I proceed to buy a ticket on the local (being a cheap bastard and also was in no rush to return to DC), The Express runs hourly but the local is only when there is another train passing through –like the one from Boston to Florida.

I noticed there were many university students among the regular type travelers and remembered that their “spring break “ was about to start.
Florida is one of the “Hotspots.” I put on my iPod and sat in the middle of this sea of beauties with tight jeans and ‘lovely legs’ also waiting for their train. One set caught my attention. She had on these open back clunky 3” heels, which she kept playing with by taking her foot out and toying with them as they fell over and she had to pick them up with her toes. Continue reading “Luck of the Irish 4.3 (16)“

Jenny: The return 4 (15)

A story about a young adult being dominated by a younger girl

written by BK
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It had been half a year of keeping a low profile since I had last seen Jenny, the attractive sporty teen who had, along with her friends brought about the most humiliating experience of my life. Since then I had turned 18 and lost my girlfriend (who thought I was a wimp and got involved with strange people).

However, had I but known that things were about to return to that all time low I would have caught a different bus or no bus at all.

It was the height of summer and the weather was ridiculously hot. I got onto the bus to the town centre and sat down at the back, on a seat that faced backwards so I could see the road behind me (I preferred to travel this way).

After a few stops, the bus gradually filled up. My seat remained fairly empty though. The bus stopped yet again in the towns suburbs. After a clamour of people getting on and off it moved again.

“Hello there.” Came an excited female voice as an enthusiatic girl with flowing blonde hair jumped onto the chair next to me, her smooth legs in shorts pushing against mine, I gasped in realisation as to who it was.

“At last I’ve got you. What happened to your year’s slavery then? You disappeared that night, you still owe me you know.” She elobowed me in the ribs. Continue reading “Jenny: The return 4 (15)“

Carpet Roll Trample 4.4 (18)

A guy gets to be trampled unknowingly while hiding under carpet in carpet store.

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

Before I had left school I had a Saturday job working in the local carpet shop (warehouse) as a general hand. This is a true story I thought might interest you.

One of the secretaries (Debbie was her name) always wore high heel shoes or boots and thought nothing of walking or climbing all over the rolls of carpet. I got to work a little early one morning and while nobody was looking I piled up some carpet offcut in the doorway of the office. Then I hid behind some rolls of carpet and waited until Debbie came in. I heard the clip-clop of her heels on the wooden piece of the floor just down the corridor, as she came to the door of her office she walked straight on to the carpet then went into the office. Continue reading “Carpet Roll Trample 4.4 (18)“

Accidental High School Trample 3.4 (14)

The author remembers how a girl helped him with his arthritis during the high school football game

written by TBone
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I’ve had a few, some I could have avoided if I had been more “careful.” This one involved a situation when I was a junior in high school.

I need to preface this account by saying that I was quite aware of my foot and trample fetish by now and beginning to explore it and try to figure out what it was.

I’m not sure why we remember some occurrences years later in so much detail, but I guess this was pretty intense. I even remember sounds, sights, and scents. But that afternoon in Dallas was the first real experience like this that I remember. Continue reading “Accidental High School Trample 3.4 (14)“