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 worst high heel trampling 4.6 (25)

The author remembers sweet suffering under his girlfriend’s boots, which helped her relax after a bad day in the office

written by Bootlover
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was the end of a hot day in Summer. I went back home after a day of work and was wondering if my girlfriend would be ok to give me a trample session. We started doing some sessions not long ago and I was not yet really comfortable to ask her about it, but I know she had fun when doing it and she liked having me at her feet. I was surprised when entering the flat as she was not there yet. She usually comes back at least one hour before me. I changed clothes then eased myself and started watching a game on TV. Not long after, I heard the keys in the door and she entered. Dressed to kill with a white blouse, black skirt and opened toed block-heeled sandals. Her blond hair was falling in a mess on her shoulders. I quickly noticed that something was wrong, as her angel face had an annoyed air. I got up and went to her for a quick kiss then asked “Hard day honey ?”. “…the least we can say” she replied throwing away her bag then sitting on the couch to try to relax. Continue reading “The worst high heel trampling 4.6 (25)“

First real foot fetish experience 3.9 (14)

The author writes about his first foot experience

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

I finally grew the balls to contact a foot goddess to satisfy my foot fetish cravings and let me tell you it was well worth it. When I first met the goddess I was very impressed. She was about 5’3 and I later found out she weighed a little over 100 lbs. She was in her low 20s and had the sweetest sexiest body you could ever imagine.

When we first met I was immediately taken upstairs to her room. She was wearing open toed shoes and I was watching her feet as I followed behind her. When we got to her room I took off my shirt and lied on her bed. Continue reading “First real foot fetish experience 3.9 (14)“

Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)

The author writes about his experience as a dummy on a film set

written by Doorstep
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Some years back, after reading the scenario of a new film, I arranged a deal with a very good friend of mine, who is a movie director. He was to shoot a film in which during one of the scenes a group of about 80 women flies from a fire in their office building via a small corridor. At the end of that corridor, they could leave the building via an emergency rope ladder. ( In fact, it were only 20 women, but when they were down the ladder, they had to walk back via a bypass to the “end of the line” to do it over and over).

In the “panic” two women fell and were trampled and there was also the same fate for one of the guards, who was pushed over when he tried to help one of the fallen women. Of course, the women around them, unable to help, panicked and warned everyone to be careful, because their colleague was on the floor. While the women were pushed forward, they all did their utmost to prevent stepping on them, but from the fourth row, because of all the noise, the women had not heard the warnings and were unaware of the victims on the floor. Even if they had known, they couldn’t do anything about it and often they were not even able not to step on them. Continue reading “Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)“

A Childhood Thanksgiving 4.2 (19)

The writer remembers an unknown hand crush when he was young

written by Mat11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

When I was 6 years old, I remember fondly Thanksgiving at my Aunt Sarah’s. I loved my Aunt Sarah and I used to eat with her on Thanksgiving while my parents were working (they both worked at the hospital). I remember after dinner when all the men were watching football, the ladies sat around the table and chatted.

Although I was attracted to the female foot, obviously I didn’t know why. In any event, I found myself with a small paper plate of thinly sliced turkey, playing beneath the table. The table sat eight ladies and was covered by a large tablecloth. I started eating and playing with my hot wheels amongst the high-heeled feet. Continue reading “A Childhood Thanksgiving 4.2 (19)“

My Trample Christmas Present 3.5 (17)

The author writes about a memory of being trampled by his ex

written by Mashedup
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This is a true story. It happened last night 12/22/02. My ex-girlfriend and I are still friends. She knows about my trample fetish and occasionally indulges in my fetish because she knows it makes me happy. She doesn’t like to trample me in stiletto heels even though she knows they are my favorite. She is afraid of hurting me and leaving scars. She will occasionally try on stiletto boots and shoes for me at the shoe store just to get a rise out of me (such a tease!). Anyway, she knows I like to be trampled with shoes so she decided to give me my Christmas present a few days early. Continue reading “My Trample Christmas Present 3.5 (17)“

Finger Crushing at Haitian Carnival 3.3 (7)

The writer remembers a hand trampling at a Carnival

written by MagiK_11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I experienced several finger crushing experiences in my live but most of them occurred when I was a teenager. One time during Carnival in Haiti when I was about seventeen years old I went up on a float with friends and started fooling around and drinking like hell. We continually drank rum, and beers and were pretty shit faced in just a few hours.

I proceeded to sit down near one of the rails at one point and noticed several women dancing and grinding to the music. At this point I was not completely drunk, instead I was a bit light headed but I was acting drunk in order for the girls around me to ignore my behavior. Continue reading “Finger Crushing at Haitian Carnival 3.3 (7)“

Fingers crushed at a concert 3.6 (8)

The author remembers his fingers being crushed at a concert

written by Heelvector
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was at an amusement park that was to have a concert on this hot summers night. There were far too many people (over 3500 I found out later) for the concert area to hold and still allow people to see the bands. To make seeing the bands worse the paved ground of the concert area was higher at the stage and lower as you got farther from the stage.

There was a cement wall that bordered part of the concert area. This wall was bought about 2′ wide and 4′ high relative to the ground of the concert area. Behind the wall were grass and low shrubs that were the same height as the wall. The only easy way to get to the wall and grass/shrubs was from the concert area as behind this was a building.

The wall, grass, and shrubs were full of standing girls trying to get a better view of the bands. It was a hot summer night and the girls were sexily dressed to match the summer heat. As I looked up two girls particularly annoyed by the shrubs were holding hands jumping on them together, crushing them further and breaking their branches. I could hear the cracking as they yielded under their weight. This was going to be what I call a multilevel concert YES !! Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a concert 3.6 (8)“

Fingers crushed at a multilevel concert 4 (6)

The author remembers a finger crush at a concert

written by Heelvector
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I like to go to large sold out or near sell out “multilevel” concerts. You know where girls are standing on the field steps benches/chairs dancing in place. Their weight beautifully shifting from leg to leg foot to foot in time to the music..

After partying in the parking lot getting “primed”; the hot outdoors summers night and the music. The energy of girls dancing at a concert can be awesome.

At this concert there were very long concrete steps interfacing the field; to the upper level. This was packed with standing people. I saw a space on the steps between two standing girls and sat down. On my right was a tall girl with long straight dark hair wearing tight light colored jeans. After sitting there a couple of minutes I looked up and saw her legs and the curves of her beautiful “backside” moving to the music. Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a multilevel concert 4 (6)“

Triple Trample 4.8 (18)

The author remembers a trampling experience on a wedding he attended

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Last night I attended a wonderful Polish/Hispanic wedding reception of about 150 people. It was held in a large catering hall designed to accommodate up to four receptions of about 280 people each. I was seated at a table with two young girls, aged 16. They were so hot but were constantly going in and out for cigarette breaks.

Seated four tables away were three HOT single women, all aged in their early thirties. Their names here are changed. Dawn, a very attractive woman with auburn hair, tied back in a loose swirl bun and dark brown eyes, stands around 5′-8″ with a medium-large 140 lb.-frame well supported by nicely shaped muscular legs. She was wearing shiny black strapless open-toed shoes with 3 to 3½-inch heels, which flared slightly to a tip of about 1¼-inch square and left distinctive marks in the carpet as she swayed and trusted sensually near her table seat to the music. Continue reading “Triple Trample 4.8 (18)“

Luck of the Irish 4.4 (17)

A man writes about a memorable ride with four young dominant women on a train.

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

If you are anything like I am when it comes to reading these stories, EITHER you think …they are made up… or worse yet… “Why can’t they ever happen to me”? If it was not for the grin on my face and the fact I WAS there… I would not believe my luck…

I am visiting the USA after an extended leave and thought it would be nice to go to NYC for St. Patrick’s day. After a great night out with old friends as they were to return to work that Friday, I planned on my hang-over being on the commuter/Metroliner train that runs between NYC and Washington, DC. ONLY a few hours (which I later regretted was way too short!) by train where I would be able to sleep it off. So much for the plans of mice of men.

Arriving with only a small overnight bag at Grand Central Station, I proceed to buy a ticket on the local (being a cheap bastard and also was in no rush to return to DC), The Express runs hourly but the local is only when there is another train passing through –like the one from Boston to Florida.

I noticed there were many university students among the regular type travelers and remembered that their “spring break “ was about to start.
Florida is one of the “Hotspots.” I put on my iPod and sat in the middle of this sea of beauties with tight jeans and ‘lovely legs’ also waiting for their train. One set caught my attention. She had on these open back clunky 3” heels, which she kept playing with by taking her foot out and toying with them as they fell over and she had to pick them up with her toes. Continue reading “Luck of the Irish 4.4 (17)“