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.

Theatre foot crush 4.4 (5)

at a play, a man’s foot gets repeatedly stomped on by a lady in high heeled boots

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

Here is a true experience I had last night.  We went as a family to see Cinderella at the pantomime.   We all sat down with me sitting next to some empty seats, I was hoping a lady would sit next to me and I might be able to get a foot crush.  All of a sudden a lady with 2 children started to come along the isle, lady first then the kids, bingo she sat next to me. I had already seen the boots she was wearing, black suede with a 3in pointy heel.

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Amateur beauty contest 4.1 (15)

a confident, smooth talking guy gets a room full of amateur beauty contestants to walk on him in heels

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

About 4 years ago, my girlfriend at the time and I went out to a club one night to see an amateur beauty contest. We got there a little early so we decided to get something to eat while waiting for the club to fill up. At around 9:00, the contestants were starting to arrive and they went in back to get dressed. The club owner was a friend of my girlfriend, and he asked us if we wanted to go backstage to meet some of the contestants. Being sort of a jealous type she didn’t really want to but agreed to for my sake. We were in this large room with the contestants milling about when one of the bartenders came in, a slick talking guy who seemed to know his way around women.

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At the movies 4.8 (17)

Finger and foot crush under a cruel woman’s high heeled boots

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

This is a true story.  When I was 10 years old my older brother and I went to the cinema.  The place was fairly old but popular so a queue had started to form leading up to the ticket window.  A lady wearing boots joined the line with her boyfriend.  She was in her early 30’s, quite tall and around 130lbs (60 kg).   The boots were knee high, black leather with a stiletto heel.  They fit really snug against her calves since she had her jeans tucked into them.  The lady was probably on a “date night” and wanted to wear her stylish and sexy boots.

Well those boots looked amazing so I was making all kinds of excuses to my brother not to join the movie queue until I could get directly behind her.  

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Chair hand-grab rail 4.7 (11)

High school girl knowingly crushes a guy’s hand every day in class

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

In high school I always made sure I sat in front of an attractive girl whenever I could. Our desks had wireframe bottoms and I would bring a coat to school every day, even in warm weather. Then I would drape the coat over the back of the seat. For some reason, most of the girls at my high school loved to prop their feet up in the rear bottom of the desks in front of them.

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Bus Ride Footrest 4.5 (22)

a man’s face ends up as an unknowing footrest for the filthy boots of a beautiful young woman

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

This is a true story, and my greatest experience of this type ever. I was on a Greyhound bus from Boston to New York one Thursday night in February 1996. It was night time, rainy and the scattered people on the bus were reading or taking naps.

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Antique shop finger crush 4.3 (15)

finger crush under an uncaring woman’s heels

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

It has been a few years since I have actually had any part of my anatomy crushed by a woman so this experience last week was a real treat. Now that I am married, I find that it is a little harder to get my fingers trampled while not only trying not to be noticed by the woman stepping on them but also my wife. I mean, I’m sure she would get pissed at me being turned on by having parts of myself trampled by some other, strange woman. Anyway, I was on vacation last week, and she had to work so I was all on my own for a whole week. I always liked antiques and especially enjoyed looking for antique audio equipment and lp records.

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Asian girl 4.2 (20)

The author remembers a foot-fetish relationship he had with a female neighbor to whom he was truthful about his desires.

written by JD
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

I used to live in an apartment complex in a medium-size Midwestern city. One day after work I was getting my mail out of the mailbox in the lower level of the building. While I was standing there an Asian female walked up and proceeded to get her mail as well. She appeared to be about 22 years old 5’3 about 100 lbs and very pretty. She was dressed in a short black skirt, black nylons, and 3-inch heels. Continue reading “Asian girl 4.2 (20)“

Carpet Creep 4.6 (27)

The author writes about his sudden and unexpected trample experience with the afternoon shift of a goth store in a local mall.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

I was walking through the mall, something I like to do at least once a week. I like to visit the Barnes and Noble bookstore to drink coffee and they let me read magazines for free. I like to look at women. I stop in the novelty shops and read all the latest T-shirts.

I was stopped in the Hot Topic. It’s a Goth place that carries a lot of cool T-shirts. Whenever I go in there they come over and offer me assistance. I guess they think I must be lost if I’m in there. I just like to look around in there. If I’d had money when I was young and Hot Topic had been around then, I might have been a Goth. If I tried these days, I’d just look creepy. I’m too young to be the butler from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and I’m too old for everything else.

Anyway, I’m checking the place out, reading the t-shirts, and looking at the vampire stuff, the chains, and stuff. They had some actual record players, some witless techie types are trying to bring back analog.

Then I saw the boots. I love Goth footwear. Whether it’s Keds, Converse chucks, or knee-high boots, I just love the Goth footwear.

Just then one of the shop girls comes over to help me out.

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First Time With A Domme 4.6 (16)

The author remembers his first visit to a Domme. He was pleasantly surprised by the trampling experience he had received.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

I haven’t been trampled for some time now so I decided to break down and see a domme. This was the first time I had ever been to a professional so it was a big change for me. Previously I had been walked on by whoever I was dating at the time (with mixed results). But not seeing anyone for a while left my trample needs unfulfilled. So through a friend of a friend of a friend I contacted a mistress and discussed my interests. She seemed cool with the whole idea and agreed to meet with me. Continue reading “First Time With A Domme 4.6 (16)“

Michael’s night in Beijing 3.3 (12)

“You like these shoes, don’t you?” I nodded. “How do you know?” She smiled. “I can tell. You’ve been glancing at them every so often.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

I turned up my collar against the cold, biting wind which blew unendingly from the west. Dust accumulated between my teeth if I opened my mouth. Little scraps of paper blew round and round, swarming like excited children. I stepped out into the wide boulevard and checked my watch. 11 pm. The streets of Beijing were nearly empty at this time of night, save for the occasional taxi. I stuck out my arm as I saw a yellow compact Citroen drive by. The car pulled over and I hopped in the back.

The driver wrinkled his nose at me. “No English!” He wagged his finger and shook his head. “No English.”

“Don’t worry, I speak Mandarin,” I replied sharply. The driver looked surprised for an instant, and then visibly relaxed.

“A foreigner who knows Mandarin.” He shook his head in half-disbelief. “Going where?”

“I was hoping you could tell me. I’m looking for live music at this time of night. Do you know of any bars like that?”

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