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.
AJ’s experience from 2002 Vegas Haloween Ball
Two doormats? $13.00
Duct tape? $3.00
Being happily trampled by fifteen different goddesses, all dressed in fetish gear and boots or high heels? Priceless! Continue reading “Trampled almost to death at Vegas Halloween Ball Part 1“
Obiwan writes about his personal experiences with penny loafers
Ever since I was in my last year at college I have had a thing for this type of footwear. The cause was a girl who was in my year, tall, blond, and with a bad attitude. In the summer of ’92, I was sunbathing at the back of my collage in an outdoor theatre, when this girl showed up. We couldn’t stand each other and as I was a little immature at the time I made some derogatory comments to her. I don’t remember the comment but I remember what happened next. Continue reading “Penny Loafers Part 1“
Another one of the excellent classic stories restored
First time published on May 13th, 2002
The sound of footsteps from the floor above echoed loudly in the darkness. It aroused Bills’ senses as he lay bound on the cold basement floor. His arms and legs were filled with a dull ache, as it had been almost 4 1/2 hours since Janice had left him tied up there this morning. Janice wanted to do something special for Bill on his birthday as it was his 35th and their first together. She asked him what would make the perfect present. Bill was eager to offer his suggestion. Janice was taken aback at first, but when she saw how excited Bill became as they discussed it, she became determined to make it all he wanted and more. Continue reading “The Birthday Present“
An excellent, old story about a femdom marriage filled with trampling
Alexis and Jim were happily married, though certainly not in a “normal”
sense by any stretch of the imagination. Their unique relationship was, in
fact, based on a very unusual reversal of roles in which she was the dominant partner and he was, most definitely, the passive agent. Although many modern marriages operate smoothly on a reversal of traditional male/female roles, theirs carried the still somewhat unusual and sluggish trend a step further (and I use the term “step” with tongue firmly entrenched in cheek!) To Alexis and Jim, however, the close relationship they enjoyed didn’t seem bizarre or even particularly unusual. Continue reading “The Special Rug“
New girl Zoe does not like trampling
I heard Erin and Riah’s voices as they walked towards the bar. Then all hell broke loose. “What the absolute fuck is that”, someone shouted. Natasha stepped off my face and stood there looking shocked. I sat up and stood with Riah and Erin was the third dancer Zoe. She was 5ft 6 and around 125lbs with size EU38 feet, she had long black straight hair and had a much harder looking face than any of the other girls although she was still very pretty. She was wearing a red puffa jacket, black leggings, and lugged-sole black leather ankle boots. Continue reading “University Life Part 22“
The author writes about his earliest trample experiences
written in October 2003
I was 12 before I fully realized where my interests lay, and that was a long time ago…back in 1978. The events of that year were some of the most intense I’ve ever had. Continue reading “Early trample experiences“
The author remembers the finger-stepping experience during New Year’s eve
A few months ago, I was asked to write this down. Now that I finally have a stretch of time at my disposal I can sit down and write it. It happened during the public New Year celebration 2021/22. Our city traditionally makes a big concert in front of the town hall and brings local and regional stars. The city is also an interesting holiday destination for visitors not only from neighboring countries but also for visitors from further locations. Sure, not all of them end up in front of the town hall, many of them don’t, but some do. Usually there get to be about 30k people, of whom many disperse shortly after midnight fireworks. Continue reading “New Year’s Eve“
The author remembers one of the more daring tramplings of his life
written in August 2002
I have always wanted to push my limits to the max. My wife knows I like taking it to the max, but she always backs off on me. So, I came up with an idea to try… I figured if she could not see the pain on my face or the look of panic in my eyes that she would really pulverize me well. Continue reading “I was destroyed“
The author fantasizes about taking a place of an old scarecrow lying in a yard.
It started out as a complaint. I have been finding cigarette butts in my garden for the last few weeks, since school started. I live in a college town next to a 5-bedroom house that is rented out to students regularly. I was out there one day and heard some girls talking on the other side of my fence, and then a cigarette butt came flying over the fence. I immediately went next door to confront them. I knocked on the door and a pretty young blond answered the door. It was fall time so she was dressed in jeans, Uggs, and a sweatshirt. I confronted her about the cigarette and she said it must be one of her roomies. She led me through the house to the backyard. I saw 2 girl’s near the fence, though they seemed tall for an 8-foot-tall fence. I looked down and noticed them standing on top of a scarecrow, which was on top of some logs or something. Continue reading “The Scarecrow“
In this part Rod gets some time under high heel stilettos
The girls left for the club after dinner and I sat doing some coursework for the following week. As the evening passed the pain in my head kept getting worse and worse. They had really done a number on me and looking in the mirror the area round the treadmarks on my face was very bruised. Feeling inside my mouth I could feel the imprints of Erin’s boot treads where she had totally flattened my flesh. Continue reading “University Life Part 21“