Tag: Experience

The tag experience is added to all the stories which are originally presented as real experiences by their original authors.

Many of these stories have been confirmed over the years as true by the people who knew the original authors. Other among them have been written and presented as true experience, but they are not.

The Repairman with a foot and trample fetish 4.5 (6)

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

I had never seen anything so alluring and beautiful, but at the same time so destructive as the beauties that stood terrifying next to me. I didn’t know if I even dared to study them, or if it was the last thing I would experience in this valley of woe that was our world. My nerves trembled with desire to touch them and perhaps feel the slight saltiness of them against my tongue. I wanted to get even closer to these masterpieces, at the same time as I was terrified that this illusion would disappear for me as I lay flat on my back. With each breath, I felt a slight aroma of something like honey with a dull undertone of something sharper and more menacing. The one of them closest to me was only millimeters from me, while the other was firmly placed on the other side of my stomach where I lay curled up and tried to fix the broken sewing machine that didn’t respond to the pedal when the woman pressed it. To my happiness, the pedal was stuck to the floor, so the woman who needed it repaired stood straddling me. From time to time, she reached down or received a tool I needed to fix the pedal’s troublesome electricity. The woman was wearing a pair of shorts that ran out right at her knees. I couldn’t stop staring at her lower body parts, and I almost fainted at the sight of the sole of her foot as it passed over me. I thought she was going to mash me under her in the same way she was standing on a large piece of fabric that was stuck in the troublesome sewing machine. The fabric wrinkled and was marked full of imprints of the God-given body parts that were so enticing. The fabric was some kind of silk or similar fluffy material, and she left clear footprints on it when she moved. I had to unscrew the pedal to find the fault.

“Can you press the pedal down, because I have to measure the resistance of the signal that indicates the speed of the needle,” I said. Continue reading “The Repairman with a foot and trample fetish 4.5 (6)“

First time hand runover 4.7 (10)

The author recollects his first experience with car tires

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

Hello everyone. Long time reader; first time writer. This is a true experience. Enjoy!

My mom and I moved to Madrid when I was a teenager. We lived in a fairly affluent neighbourhood in the city centre, where the streets were lined with elegant apartment buildings, small cafés, and tightly packed rows of parked cars. Finding a space on the street was almost impossible, so my mom rented a parking spot in an underground garage nearby.

The entrance of the garage was built into the ground floor of one of the residential buildings. A wide metal door opened onto a steep, straight concrete ramp leading down to the first basement level. Like many garages in central Madrid, it had clearly been designed for smaller cars: the ramp was narrow enough to only let one car pass. Inside, the garage was cool and dim. Fluorescent lights ran along the ceiling, casting a pale glow over concrete pillars marked with scratches from years of cars squeezing past them. The air smelled faintly of petrol, dust, and warm rubber. The ground was full of filth and dust brought in by the cars that had driven all over the city. Continue reading “First time hand runover 4.7 (10)“

My first real actual trampling 4.8 (27)

The author writes about his first planned trample experience, in a foreign brothel

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

Continuing to write down my experiences, I’m going to jump past some times in my teenage years to my first real actual trampling. I’ve had my aunt walk on my back, and my older sister and her friend step on me in heels once as a dare, I’ve been crushed under furniture before and figured out candid car crushes down to a science, but for many years I fantasised (sometimes even daily) about trampling experiences, dreaming up fictional scenarios in which I could be unknowningly crushed or stood on by women but never really working out. I often imagined meeting a woman with a sadistic streak who would enjoy trampling. Continue reading “My first real actual trampling 4.8 (27)“

Skater Girl 4.7 (14)

Young boys experience with somewhat older dream girl

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

I can’t place the exact date or even year the town built the park. One day we were walking home from school past massive, tarp-covered fences; the next, the veils were lifted and a concrete jungle playground had appeared. The cynical adult in me shudders to think what the town spent on it, but back then? My friends and I were absolutely stoked. We were all going to be the next Tony Hawk. I drove down that road again recently, reliving the memories, only to find the park had been swallowed by a condo building.
I never did grind a rail. I’m not even sure I ever got the ollie down right. I have never been an athlete, but by the end of that summer, I could at least push off and find my center as I streamed across the flat ground. I owe my mother an apology for the constant begging for a new board. I didn’t need the expensive one to get better; my uncle’s hand-me-down was plenty. It had cool stickers, too. It’s only now, with the help of the internet, that I finally understand what they all meant.

So many stickers of busty cartoon women. No real hidden meaning or anything just my uncle Steve and his love for anime. Me and my friends were at that age of noticing the girls at the park. They still had cooties and everything, contaminated goods but fascinating in a way. My best friend Derek was actually the worst boarder of all of us, more scared than anything. He was still the first one to try a ‘drop-in’ off one of the ramps.
Derek faceplanted, like bad, blood and everything. Crying, older kids coming over to check on him. It did not impress Amanda who was sitting in the stands with her other friends, I doubt they even knew we were down there.

I wasn’t interested in Amanda, though. It was the older skater girl on the far side of the park who caught my young eye. Honestly, she probably caught the eye of every guy in that park, whether they’d admit it or not. Not everyone’s cup of tea, Uncle Steve would have said. Amanda was just a girl. She had the Barbie T-shirt, pink chapstick, and maybe weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. Continue reading “Skater Girl 4.7 (14)“

Unaware Face Footrest in a Movie Theater 4.4 (16)

Candid trampling in a movie theater

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

This is an actual event that really, truly happened to me. No embellishment.
I’ve had a trample and footrest obsession since a very young age. Like preschool.

The year was 2001. I was thirty-two at the time and in grad school.
I had a wife and kids at home, and I was burnt out from studying that night.
The far west Chicago suburb that I lived in was a college town.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do. And I finally had the guts to do it. The movie that was playing that night was Josie and the Pussycats.
I got there early and sat in the back row. Continue reading “Unaware Face Footrest in a Movie Theater 4.4 (16)“

The Floor is Lava 4.8 (15)

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

Author’s note:

These aren’t as exciting as some, but I guarantee they are 100% genuine, true to my recollection. It’s something I feel I can’t share with anyone I know in person, so if you’ve read this, please leave a comment. It’s my motivation to keep journaling them down.

When I was in my first year of middle school, my sister had invited 3 of her volleyball teamates over, my sister is 3 years older than me, and her friends similar age. Her friends were all beautiful, but unfortunately I was really quite awkward and shy at that time. I’d never been to the gym yet, had fairly low self-esteem and no idea about women. I wish I had a time-machine to go back and redo this night, but anyway I hid in my room most of the night playing Call of Duty, only emerging when my mum yelled out that the pizza had arrived. I grabbed a full plate before scurrying back upstairs, but not before I saw that her friends had already switched into their slumber-party outfits for the night. Continue reading “The Floor is Lava 4.8 (15)“

Office machines repirman 4.5 (17)

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

A few years ago I had a job repairing office machines. One day I was working in this office, and the space I had to work in was constantly being crossed by some rather fine looking women. Most wore high heeled shoes, and there was about a fifty fifty mix of women wearing slacks and dresses. Since this machine was a copier, I laid down a standard paper type disposable drop cloth so as to keep any of the toner off the floor. I had a housing I needed to repair sitting on the drop cloth, and I was kneeling down and working on it. Continue reading “Office machines repirman 4.5 (17)“

Finger crushed under receptionist’s heel 4.8 (8)

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

Fingers crushed flat under receptionist’s heels at work

I went to the stationery cupboard in our office, which happens to be near the sink in the kitchen.

One of the office girls was standing at the sink washing up.

She was wearing black leather knee high boots, with a narrow 3-4 in heel. Continue reading “Finger crushed under receptionist’s heel 4.8 (8)“

Unknowing Tongue Crush Experience 4.4 (8)

The author writes about an unknowing tongue crush experience

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

One of my big turn-ons is a woman to crush me somehow without knowing it. I have spent time under the old type bleachers when I was in high school. I managed to get a few ladies with heels on to crush my finger as she stood cheering. It was always very quick because as she came down on my fingertip, she would slip off. Some of you out there know what I am talking about. The heel pushes down to the bone in the finger, and the flesh acts like a loose covering and allows the high pressure to push the skin to the side. This also causes much pain since it flattens the skin to the floor or, in my case here, the bleachers. Continue reading “Unknowing Tongue Crush Experience 4.4 (8)“

A new Lady Trampler 4.9 (9)

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

Well guys, it’s been a while since ol’ Greywolf last posted, but I’m back with an explanation and a new story. Over the last few months, I’ve been battling an enemy that came home with me from a distant jungle in the early 1970s. As a result, I’ve been very weak, tired, and generally feeling rough … but with good medical care and proper rest, I’ve been returning to a basic platform of recovery. Because of the health situation during this time, I’ve not been able to enjoy some of my special hobbies … one of those hobbies being limited is the one that is the basis of this forum.

Well, about 4 weeks ago a very special friend came to visit. I remember well the times that trampling has come up by way of TV shows or other friends, but she always declined the opportunity to have a guy under her very attractive feet. However, about a year and ½ ago, I was showing her some Shiatsu information (which involves walking on a person) and some pics from a few trample sites. After looking at the printouts I made for her, she said she’d like to give it a try. She pointed out that her cousin occasionally walked on her back, so walking on my back and my front might be ok. A few days later, she and I were sitting on the couch and watching one of my DVD’s. It happened to be Charlie’s Angels, which has a good scene of “back-walking” by Lucy Liu. She mentioned that when the video was over she’d like to try walking on me. “Finally!” I thought, she’s going to give it a try. She (I’ll call her Deanna) was 5’8”, 135#, and size 8 ½ feet. Continue reading “A new Lady Trampler 4.9 (9)“