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.

Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)

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

My particular attraction for women in high heels really began when one aunt of mine sparkled my attention. So much that I’ll never forget the first pair of high heels I felt a fetish for, a couple of white pumps.

I remember seeing her wearing them for the first time at a family wedding. And she kept wearing them in the next 2 weddings. It was kind of her pair of shoes for special occasions. After some dancing, she would usually take them off, put them in a bag and replace them for a more comfortable and open pair of shoes. One time, she caught me staring at her feet while changing shoes. She just said: “I love these shoes but they really start hurting my feet after some hours. And they get very sweaty too, especially after dancing.” Wow, those were words that a foot/shoe fetishist like myself loved to hear. Continue reading “Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)“

Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)

A guy gets to be trampled unknowingly while hiding under carpet in carpet store.

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

Before I had left school I had a Saturday job working in the local carpet shop (warehouse) as a general hand. This is a true story I thought might interest you.

One of the secretaries (Debbie was her name) always wore high heel shoes or boots and thought nothing of walking or climbing all over the rolls of carpet. I got to work a little early one morning and while nobody was looking I piled up some carpet offcut in the doorway of the office. Then I hid behind some rolls of carpet and waited until Debbie came in. I heard the clip-clop of her heels on the wooden piece of the floor just down the corridor, as she came to the door of her office she walked straight on to the carpet then went into the office. Continue reading “Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)“

Accidental High School Trample 3.3 (12)

The author remembers how a girl helped him with his arthritis during the high school football game

written by TBone
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I’ve had a few, some I could have avoided if I had been more “careful.” This one involved a situation when I was a junior in high school.

I need to preface this account by saying that I was quite aware of my foot and trample fetish by now and beginning to explore it and try to figure out what it was.

I’m not sure why we remember some occurrences years later in so much detail, but I guess this was pretty intense. I even remember sounds, sights, and scents. But that afternoon in Dallas was the first real experience like this that I remember. Continue reading “Accidental High School Trample 3.3 (12)“

Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)

A guy remembers being unknowingly stepped by many girls while hiding behind bleachers

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Too often I played under the bleachers in high school. I frequently put my finger under the high heels of many, many women standing up on the bleachers.

Without exception, the crushing was with such force that I still today have several scars on my hands and fingers and partial numbness on the side of my right pinkie for about a two months afterward. The thing that was so exciting was that as several girls leaned back on my finger with their spikes, they had no idea what they were stepping on. In the back of their mind, they may have thought that their stance wasn’t quite right, but that was to be expected since there was a lot of stuff like paper cups wooden drink stirrers on the board. Continue reading “Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)“

Theater Actress Unknown Trampling 2.9 (11)

A man gets his finger crushed by an unwitting theater actress

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

The third time was also at the theater. I was backstage, and the star (a primadonna, about 5’8″, blond, big blue eyes, early 20’s, about 130lbs.) was rushing along a black border curtain to go change costumes. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her.

Continue reading “Theater Actress Unknown Trampling 2.9 (11)“

Night Trample 3.5 (4)

A short story about a cave guide who saw candid trample of a tourist by another tourist in a dark cave

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

This happened to a friend of mine, but to make it more interesting I’ll tell it in his words.

” I work as a guide in a glow worm grotto. Because of the glow worms we use night vision goggles as guides, we don’t allow torches. The tourists have a handrail to hold onto and if we needed to we had a filtered torch we could guide them with.

One night I was guiding a German woman and her ten-year-old daughter, and a Uk guy. The German woman was wearing hiking boots with heavy treads, and the girl was wearing blue converse type sneakers.

We’d just walked up some steps and I was directing my green filtered torch behind me as I went, I turned to look back to see the guy had fallen somehow at the top of the steps. The glow from my torch was just enough to show the German woman there was something on the ground, but not what. He was lying at a sort of an angle across the path on his stomach. She placed her left foot on his ass and then stepped forward onto his back before walking on over him onto the ground. Her daughter almost tripped over his legs but held onto the handrail and stepped on the back of his legs. She then walked right up his back with two or three steps, her last step actually came down on the side of his head but slipped off and ended up beside his face. As they continued on I went back and helped the guy to his feet. The two others apparently didn’t even realize they had walked over him, though they must have felt the body underfoot, maybe they thought it was undergrowth or something.

The guy was unhurt, and just laughed about it.”

After he told me this I often thought about going on one of his trips and setting myself up as an obstacle. But I never did.

Unrelenting High Heel Trample 4.6 (18)

written by Tramplefan
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I have been blessed in my life when it comes to getting trampled. At age twenty-nine, I have now had relationships with three different women who loved to trample me. Those three relationships lasted seven years collectively. I have also had miscellaneous trample experiences in between those relationships as well, some better some worse. I will share some different stories with you over time, also some “tips” on how to get trampled. For now, I guess I will start off with one of my most memorable experiences.

About two years ago I met the girl of my dreams. We have been split apart for nine months now, but hardly a minute goes by that I don’t think about her. Yes, she gave me the harshest tramplings I have ever received (by far), but outside the bedroom, she was the sweetest woman I have ever shared my time with. It is amazing that you could find a woman so beautiful, so sweet, and so vicious all in one package. Her name for the story sake will be “Michelle” (obviously not her real name). I met her while out of town at a business conference. She is 5’7”, 130 lbs., long blond hair, blue eyes, hefty “C” in the bra size, with a fantastic body and the face of an angel. She spent four days a week lifting weights, so she had very muscular legs (which I LOVE). I went out with some business associates this particular night to a local “gentleman’s club”. It wasn’t 30 seconds after getting seated that our eyes met, and then she came straight towards me to start a conversation. She plops down on my lap and excitedly says, “What’s your name?” Now I am not a bad looking guy, but I was shocked myself that this girl took so much interest in me. Let me tell you, this club was full of girls who have done penthouse, playboy, you name it. After having an on and off three-hour conversation together, we exchange numbers and I left the club with my business partners. I thought this would be the end, but it was just beginning. Continue reading “Unrelenting High Heel Trample 4.6 (18)“

Cousin’s wedding 3.8 (22)

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

It was my cousin’s wedding. She was 18 years older than me (I was eight at the time). I knew I had a fascination with women’s high heels, but I wasn’t sure then of the extent of my interest, or why. Regardless, I continually tried to put myself in a position to be near them. Well, it was a wedding night and everyone was dressed to perfection. I even had a little suit on. This was the perfect opportunity for me to do what I loved best to do.

After dinner people started wandering, visiting, doing the wedding thing. I started wandering the hall looking for potential foot action. I found a table with three ladies, their husbands or dates were elsewhere. I didn’t recognize them, so I got down on all fours and began to play with a small matchbox car I brought with me. I was near their table and eventually, they ignored my presence. Casually I made my move, driving my car under their table. The tablecloth covering it went almost to the floor, so I knew I had solid cover. Continue reading “Cousin’s wedding 3.8 (22)“

Into the Snow 3 (11)

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

It was early December and I’d stopped at an outdoor “estate auction”. There was snow on the ground and quite a few people wandering around looking the items to be auctioned. As the auction began, I noticed two women standing side by side. One was very attractive wearing a knee-length winter coat and knee-length fashion boots with about 2-1/2″ heels that tapered down to a roundish tip about 3/4″ in diameter. As she watched the auction, she kept lifting one foot, tapping her lifted heel against her other ankle and then shifting her weight, she would put the one foot down, digging her heel into the snow while lifting the other foot in the same way. I watched for a couple of minutes and she continued to do the same thing noticed she had created two little holes in the hard-packed snow, one for each heel. Continue reading “Into the Snow 3 (11)“

Wedding Finger Crush 3.8 (17)

Hand trample at an otherwise boring wedding

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

Not too long ago I found myself at a relative’s wedding. As usual, I was bored to tears, just hanging out at the reception.  When, all of the sudden, I noticed this really fantastic looking woman. She was in her mid to late 20’es, around 5’8″ (1.73 m) with a slender, athletic build. This angel had long sandy blond hair that went down to the middle of her back.

The girl was quite attractive.  She was wearing incredibly tight designer jeans and a nice form-fitting white top.  Many people were there in all levels of dress from street clothes to tuxedos. But this particular woman  was mesmerizing. She was wearing a pair of tan, spike heel, knee high leather boots.  Let me tell you, watching those tiny heels punishing the lawn was a sight to behold!

I was sort of following her around with my eyes pretty much glued to her boots. I watched as her heels sank effortlessly into the lawn.  Then I marveled at the clicking sound they produced as she walked across the front porch and its wooden floor. Her heels left mild depressions in the floor with every step. I watched as she stood by the door, twisting and turning and rocking on her heels while digging a nice little pair of deep dents into the  carpet. I was really getting turned on by this. If I could, I had to have her step on my fingers or toes. Continue reading “Wedding Finger Crush 3.8 (17)“