A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
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Female teacher with a crush fetish likes stepping on a students hands and feet
I got attracted to her the day I saw her killing a live Scorpion under her heels. She seemed to enjoy it. After this incident she always stepped on my foot whenever she could.
In the kitchen the girls smirked at me when I walked in. “Fancy some salad?”, Erin asked. “No I’m good thanks”, I replied. “Where the hell did you put the mouthwash?” “It’s hidden”, Riah said, and they both laughed. “Why don’t you want any food?” said Erin again. “I’ve lost my appetite”, I replied. “What’s the problem, you lick ass all the time”. “Yeah I know” I replied “but it’s different when you’ve just, you know, gone”. “Come on, was it really that much worse”, said Riah. “No I suppose it wasn’t”, I admitted. “Well you’re going to need to man up”, said Erin “cause I’ve never felt fresher. If you want to keep getting under my stinky feet you’re going to need to keep cleaning my stinky ass”. This caused the two of them to burst out laughing again. “Fine I replied, just don’t tell anyone about it”. “Eh… when you say don’t tell anyone you mean other than the rest of the girls right”, said Riah and again they exploded in laughter. “Seriously you already told them?” “Are you kidding, it was Leanne’s idea”, laughed Erin.
The following morning I woke up early to a headache, Erin was still sound asleep so I quietly got out of bed and walked through to the kitchen. To my surprise, Riah was already sitting there in her nightshirt drinking coffee and scanning through her phone. I filled a cup of coffee for myself and refilled her’s and sat down on the opposite side of the counter. I popped two paracetamol and chased it with a gulp of coffee. Riah looked up and said “what’s up, headache?” “Yeah, feels like someones been jumping on my head”. “Haha”, she replied, “well actions do have consequences you know”. “It was worth it”, I said, “felt awesome at the time”. Riah looked at me again and smiled, “funny that Erin was riding your cock and yet it was my boots smashing your face that felt awesome”. “Haha, I think it was the combination of the two of you that was incredible”. Riah grinned and said “every guys fantasy right, a threesome with two hot girls. You’re a lucky boy”. “Exactly” I replied. “It is quite an overwhelming feeling doing that to you”, she said, “it’s hard to explain. I mean it’s so obviously wrong but it just feels amazing, it’s like a total adrenaline rush”. “Haha that’s great, I mean I’m glad you get something out of it too, you’ll have to roll out those platform boots soon, see how it feels trampling me in those”. Riah shook her head and said “Oh my god, It would be so funny jumping on your face with them on, I can’t even imagine, a few drinks for courage and you’re head would end up as flat as a pancake”.
After about 10 minutes, I was able to sit up. Every part of me was still in agony. “So how was that for you?” Erin asked, laughing. “Brutal”, I replied. Erin got up to go and get us another beer. “What about for you guys?” Riah looked at me seriously and said, “yeah it’s fun with heels, I mean, I can see instant results, it’s cool seeing all the dents and marks the heels leave everywhere but in my head I was constantly trying to keep myself under control”. Erin was coming back in now and handed us beers. “What do you think babes, do you prefer using heels?” Riah asked. “To stomp?” She replied. “Honestly, no, it’s like bad sex its all over too quickly, I was just getting going and it’s done already.” “Yeah exactly, I mean at the end of the day I want to hurt you but I don’t want to really hurt you. Standing on your face, I was fighting the urge to start stomping and jumping. I’m way too scared to do that with these on”, she said waggling her heels. “To be honest, with heels on, it’s too easy. Just our weight combined with the stilettos is more than enough for you, especially on your head. Barefoot or trainers or my Uggs I have to put in the effort, I love that feeling of really having to work to get you to submit. I don’t know it just feels more competitive.” “Like he’s got a fighting chance”, Erin joked. “Yeah exactly. Heel’s just feel lazy haha.” “Need to try the platform boots next time”, I suggested. “Yeah that sounds like a plan”, Riah replied. “I haven’t worn those boots for about a year”.
Riah pointed at the floor and I got off the sofa onto my knees in front of her. I put my hand on the floor and said, “Can you grind my hand under your heels?” “I’m going to grind more than just your fucking hand under my heels for the ass comment a minute ago.” Riah put the platform sole of her sandal on my hand and stepped on bringing her other foot onto my fingers and started grinding back and fore. I could feel the bones in my hand grinding under her weight. I leaned forward and passionately kissed Riah’s toes. She started marching on my fingers and I was mesmerised watching her feet flexing in her shoes as she ground my hand flat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Erin step forward and felt my other hand crush under her weight. Occasionally I would feel a heel digging into my hand but for the first few minutes my hands were mainly ground under the soles.
Finger crush at the movie theatre
I have many experiences. This time happened about 2 years ago. The theater near me has stadium seating and there is a big enough gap between the seats in front of you to easily slip your foot through to stretch out. I usually look for couples where the woman already has her foot up (a lot of times I’m not that lucky and have to guess at who shows the most potential). I’ll sit so there is a seat between me and the armrest. When the lights go out I’ll act like I’m stretching and slide my hand over so I’m grabbing the back of the armrest with the top of my fingers pointing toward her. My favorite thing in the world is when I have my hand in place (and if she was paying attention, she would see it), THEN she puts her foot up and crushes.
Self-defense class for women becomes a trample dream
This true story happened about two years ago. Milana, she’s Russian 5’10 (1.78 m) about 140lbs (63 kg) with a size 9 (40 EU) shoe. I met her online and offered her a free self defense class as I used to teach lessons being in martial arts for over 10 years.
Fun early experience submitted by CrushJohny
Hey there, it’s CrushJohny back again. I’ve been gradually jotting down my collection of 100% true stories, spanning from my childhood to the present day. While these tales might not be as thrilling as what you typically find here, I offer you the assurance that they are genuine experiences.
A mild story of domination but I’m so envious of this guy !
This is a true experience that happened a couple of months ago. There is a woman I’ve known for about 7 or 8 years who is represents a company that supplies products for the company I work for. Aside from our working relationship she and I have developed a warm friendship through the years. We talk by phone once a week and she comes into town to see me once a month on business.
After we discuss business, we usually go out for a business lunch or dinner and talk. She is in her late 30’s but looks a lot younger. Beautiful long blonde hair, slight build, very sexy. On this particular day, she was wearing a business skirt, stockings and black pumps. She sat in the chair across from my desk and we discussed our usual work business.
Barefoot trample that gets brutal really fast
I got my guts stomped pretty well last night. A girlfriend of mine came back from a bar with me. There was a lot of celebration going on because it was the last day of classes at my college. We don’t sleep together, we’re just good friends. We went into my bedroom to talk and listen to music. She’s about 5’8” 140 pounds.
I asked her to walk on my back for and she responded rather enthusiastically. I placed myself on the floor lying on my stomach. She removed her boots and proceeded to walk all over my back for about ten minutes. When she stepped off, I rolled over onto my back, and she asked me “Was that good enough?” I told her “it felt great” and patted my stomach. “You want me to step on your belly?”, she asked. “I want to see if I can take it”, I responded.