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.
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“
Part three of the excellent slow-paced story about man’s getting unknowingly trampled with metal-heeled boots
Cortney is pressing her boot’s sole from her shifting hips, her body is forcing her boot’s sole around my throbbing hand. I also love her tantalizing-looking foot profile, as I see her ankle shift in small movements side to side still balancing fully on boots narrow edge of her sole, as her soft tender toes go along for the ride.
Cortney then has suddenly shifted her whole body! Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 3“
Part four of Leaf Man series. Leaf Man gets trampled by two unsuspecting women.
I’m sorry that Miss Armstrong has walked away so soon. I pull out my watch from my pocket with my painful hand. The time is six-forty! I then decide that precious time is wasted, so I slip slowly forward through the leaf pile again. I don’t want to move too fast and move any of the junk on top of my composite pile to give away my position. I’ll try to get close again to my leggy friend Cortney. I am hoping to get some more of her unwitting foot action.
I know that she was just moments ago standing on my hand I get a nice warm feeling just looking at her now.
Part five of Groundview’s Leaf Man series. More to come in April.
Cortney is now standing on me by digging her two thin sharp heels powerfully into the small of my back. I did not see her come at me.
She must have walked around from the rear.
Now that she stands completely on me, I feel Cortney’s five-foot five-inch frame force her two pointy heels to dig in wonderfully and painfully deep into my back, while between her boot’s soles, the air is quickly being crushed out of my lungs as I lose the fight to support Cortney’s total body weight. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 5“
Jessica put a spell on him . . .
Those who say witches are ugly, green and covered in warts where sorely mistaken. I know; I’ve seen them, been around them, and have been tortured by them for a long time. It is hard to keep track of time down here, in this room. I don’t know how long I’ve been down here, weeks, maybe months; all the days seem to run together. How, may you ask, did I find myself in such a predicament? Well, my friend, I am about to tell you in the hopes that this letter, this warning finds its way into the right hands. I have written in detail every cruel and humiliating thing these people have done to me. But before I reveal all of this, I must tell you the back story, and explain how I came to be in this terrible situation.
Her name was Jessica. She stood 5 and a half feet from the ground and weighed around 130lbs. She had gorgeous jet-black hair, deep blue eyes, and a natural tan tint to her perfect skin. She was in my Psychology class at the University of Texas, and I was madly in love with her. We talked every so often, but not nearly as much as I would have liked. That’s why it came as a surprise to me when she invited me to her party.
Young, attractive office mate recognizes a coworker’s boot fetish and indulges it.
Gemma was the newest employee in our office. A lovely one, she was in her early 20’s with long flowing blonde hair. Not too tall, maybe 5-3 (1.60 m) with a slim figure. I didn’t interact with her that much but whenever she was around, she really brightened up the room. Gemma was a ball of energy!
One thing I noticed right away about Gemma was her great choice of footwear. She wore thin heeled boots or shoes to work virtually every day. Nothing too crazy, it was mostly classic styles. But always elegant and perfect for her outfit. I think she may have liked the extra height the heels gave her since she wasn’t that tall. In any case I tried to steal glances at her attractive shoes whenever I had the opportunity (as discreetly as possible, of course).
Unaware trample can become dangerous if you’re unlucky
Rachel started to go through her clothes while I lay there on the floor in the clothes. Jen came in holding some clothing. Her Asics trainer smashed into my face as she went to my chest. She held up the skirt and blouse and asked Rachel what she thought. She twisted and turned on my chest showing her outfit. Rachel said it looked good.
Jen spun around and missed my face as she trotted out the door. Just then Tiffany and Erica walked through the door. Tiffany was a petite Asian girl. She had on jeans and a T-shirt. I saw her boots as the first one came down on my mouth. They were ankle high boots with a smooth sole and 3 inch heel that was about an inch around and shaped like a crescent moon. It slammed into my lips and mouth. Her sole mashed down on my throat through the clothes. She strode on hitting my stomach and thigh before she was off me.
this guy is truly getting the rug treatment
I was awoken by a key going into the lock of the door. It was to dark to see who it was until I heard Ashley’s voice “I think she’s asleep. Shh” She motioned to her friend. She crept forward and stepped with her heel on the box above my head and her sole smashed my nose flat. Ashley was still wearing some thick, lug-soled boots with a big 2inch high heel that was 3 inches around or so. I felt my face trying to fit into the tread of her boot.