A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
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.
To repay a guy for great massages, a woman walks on his back. That happens even when she’s wearing heels !
My wife has a friend who walks on my back every time she visits and she is wearing heels every time.
Be careful what you wish for. A man gets his finger crushed under a female coworker’s boot heel and it hurts !
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 inch (7.5 – 10 cm) heel.
mean sister steps on brother’s cadet badge and it gets stuck to the bottom of her boot
When I was younger, I grew up with my evil sister standing on and breaking, anything she has seen me playing with. I was in to model planes, as soon as I had finished them. She would find a way of smashing them under her heels.
a drunk guy passes out at a party and proceeds to get stepped on all night by girls wearing high heels
OK, so I’m in the mood, here is another true story, that does not involve me, but my ex-girlfriend.
It is about a fella who was purposefully trampled by many, many women in high heels, in a real life situation, and it did not involve anyone even having the fetish. When she told me this, I nearly died, the thought of this happening was awesome, the randomness to it. We got some trampling mileage out of this one I tell you.
man gets his hand knowingly stepped on by a woman at a club
Me and a few mates started the night with a heavy drinking session before heading out to a very popular bar/club near the beach. We got in at about 10pm. As the night wore on I got more intoxicated and started to think of trying for either a trample or hand crush.
teenage girl uses her skinny heeled pumps to crush ants
When I was about 12, I would go for two weeks during the summer and spend some time with my Aunt and Uncle. The afternoon of my first Sunday there, they said that we were going to visit some friends across town. My Aunt told me that they had a daughter about my age, and that I would enjoy having a “little friend to play with!” I was already into the spike heel crush thing, but that took a woman, and not the little girls and their flats. I tried to stay home, saying that I’d be fine, and watch some TV. But they wouldn’t hear of it. I guess they wanted to show off their nephew, since they had no kids of their own.
We arrived at the friends home and I sat in the living room watching the TV. They were having coffee in the kitchen, when I heard the word high heels. They were talking about their daughter Patty and her first pair of high heels they had given her to wear to church earlier in the day. Her Mom was talking about how she wouldn’t take them off. I thought to myself, I gotta see this! I went to the kitchen, and they immediately suggested that I should go meet Patty, who was out on the back patio. Entering the patio I see this sixteen year old girl in the most wonderful pair of three inch, skinny heeled, white pumps. She was busy poking at something with the heel of her shoe. I introduced myself and asked her what she was doing. She said, “I’m killing ants.”
a boy gets his fingers crushed without mercy by a young woman wearing heels at the bus stop
Many mornings when I was 12 I was at the bus stop going to school. There was a young lady who would get to the bus stop just before me. She normally wore a white tee shirt and jeans and a pair of black high heel shoes about four inches high. The base of the heel was about half inch by three quarters. She would stand there and fidget on her feet. Many times balancing on the heels then dropping down on to the toes hard. Many times I would let my bus go just so I could watch her feet.
Rachel gets in great shape and the tables start to turn . . .
Well all those many months of exercise really seemed to give Rachel confidence that she never seemed to have before. I guess getting much more attractive during the key life-transition period of middle school will do that for a girl, especially after a long youth of being fairly chubby, unattractive and invisible. So she had a stronger personality now. She was a totally cute, ball of fire.
A long read but hopefully an interesting one. This story is about normal adolescent changes as well as the awakening of a young man’s trample fetish.
1967 United States
My Dad left before I was in kindergarten so it was just Mom and me in the house while I was growing up.
To do something fun (& cheap) during my childhood, Mom would dance with me in our cavernous basement. She set up the stereo down there with her record collection. When she was young a thousand years ago everyone danced to big band jazz. And not only did Benny Goodman get his due, her high school also provided classes in ballroom dancing, which Mom took every year. So the end result was she knew the music and steps of most every major dance: the foxtrot, lindy hop, quick step, waltz, rumba, you name it.
As a little kid this was a fun activity and our basement sock hops went on for years at least a couple of times per week. With so much practice I ended up getting pretty good and could easily fling Mom around the dance floor with all the right moves.
By the time I turned 12, however, suddenly dancing with Mom had become kind of icky. I started declining her invitations to dance parties more and more often and she soon figured out what was up. So she said “maybe you’d like to dance with someone your own age ?” In my tween angst I wasn’t too excited about that idea either but Mom wanted me to have at least some social experience. So she arranged for a girl in the neighborhood to come over and I grudgingly agreed.
A guy unwittingly explores his cousin’s dominant side one evening when she wears high heel boots
I was exhausted when I finally got home on Friday evening. It had been a hard week with multiple tests and assignments due. Going out that evening was absolutely the last thing on my mind. But when my mom said they were heading to a dinner at my grandfather’s house, I had to join them. I always look forward to these family meals for one main reason: my gorgeous cousin Regina would usually be there. She was 20 years old, a 5’11” (1.90 m) beauty with long legs and an amazing figure. She worked as a model – but only only part time as she finished her university studies.