Tag: Face trampling

Contract Killer 3.9 (42)

The author wrote a violent fantasy about the end of the life of one burglar.

written by Neckstand
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Jimmy was desperate for money. It had only been two weeks since he’d been let out of prison and work was hard to come by for a convicted murderer and drug addict. At 6’5″ 240, Jimmy had started bouncing at a strip club but the paycheck wasn’t enough. An old contact of Jimmy’s offered him a job as a contract killer. It was Jimmy’s first assignment, an easy mark, 62 yr old Lucy Goldman. Lucy’s husband wanted her dead collecting on a large insurance policy he had taken out for her. Jimmy went to Lucy’s house that afternoon, it was supposed to look like a burglary. An unlocked sliding glass door allowed Jimmy to slip into the house and discover no one was home. Several hours had passed when the lock on the front door turned and Jimmy ran into a living room closet. Looking through the slats in the door he could see the entire room. Jimmy planned on hiding out, carrying out the hit, and leaving under the cover of darkness. A woman walked into the room and removed her sandals, it was Lucy. Jimmy couldn’t believe this decent-looking lady with gorgeous feet was 62 yrs old, as he had always had a foot fetish he quickly focused on those bare feet walking around the house. Continue reading “Contract Killer 3.9 (42)“

A Normal Day 4.3 (26)

The author wrote an interesting introduction to some other society in some other world

written by Underneath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Kate pushed the door open whilst chatting on her mobile with Steph. She paused as normal on the upturned face as its tongue slid over the soles of her favourite black work heels. If she’d looked down she may have noticed that it was almost unrecognisable, a flattened mess of heel marks around a long-since pulverised nose. It would need to be replaced soon. But she didn’t look down, she merely paused whilst it did its work, laughing at Steph’s latest story. She kicked off her shoes and strode into the living room, walking full weight over another of the faces in the floor. The smooth bare skin of her heel split its lip before her weight spread to engulf it completely. She didn’t even notice the tongue dart out to lick her instep, why would she pay any attention to something so normal? Continue reading “A Normal Day 4.3 (26)“

The Birthday Present 4.6 (29)

Another one of the excellent classic stories restored

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

First time published on May 13th, 2002

The sound of footsteps from the floor above echoed loudly in the darkness. It aroused Bills’ senses as he lay bound on the cold basement floor. His arms and legs were filled with a dull ache, as it had been almost 4 1/2 hours since Janice had left him tied up there this morning. Janice wanted to do something special for Bill on his birthday as it was his 35th and their first together. She asked him what would make the perfect present. Bill was eager to offer his suggestion. Janice was taken aback at first, but when she saw how excited Bill became as they discussed it, she became determined to make it all he wanted and more. Continue reading “The Birthday Present 4.6 (29)“

The Special Rug 4.8 (23)

An excellent, old story about a femdom marriage filled with trampling

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

Alexis and Jim were happily married, though certainly not in a “normal”
sense by any stretch of the imagination. Their unique relationship was, in
fact, based on a very unusual reversal of roles in which she was the dominant partner and he was, most definitely, the passive agent. Although many modern marriages operate smoothly on a reversal of traditional male/female roles, theirs carried the still somewhat unusual and sluggish trend a step further (and I use the term “step” with tongue firmly entrenched in cheek!) To Alexis and Jim, however, the close relationship they enjoyed didn’t seem bizarre or even particularly unusual. Continue reading “The Special Rug 4.8 (23)“

The End 4.2 (18)

The author wrote a dark fantasy about a house slave who does not remember his previous life.

written by LookingUp
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Hogtied under the table he realized that he couldn’t move. His body was sore and trying to look around he found that there was a leather strap around his forehead and neck preventing even the slightest movement.

He was facing out from under the table looking under a chair in front of him and beyond that, he saw a woman from the waist down walking back and forth at the counter. Straining as much as he could he tried to move enough to see who it was but no such luck. He wasn’t afforded even a millimeter.
She was busy with what he thought sounded as if she was preparing something to eat. He went to yell but nothing came out of his mouth. Sweat began to form as his heart pounded in his chest. Continue reading “The End 4.2 (18)“

Wedding Surprise Part 2 4.3 (12)

This entry is part 2 of 10 in the series Wedding Surprise

The wedding night adventure continues

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

Nancy was a workmate of Vivian’s. Like Vivian, she was a model and could turn heads with her body and unquestionable good looks. Tracy was Vivian’s best friend since childhood. Tracy wasn’t a model but didn’t lack good looks. Dan, embarrassed by the situation still had his head turned and was pleading to be untied. “Oh Dan,” Vivian giggled. “Don’t be silly. This is every man’s fantasy, isn’t it? Just relax and enjoy. Ok?” Continue reading “Wedding Surprise Part 2 4.3 (12)“

University Life Part 22 4.6 (18)

This entry is part 22 of 32 in the series University Life

New girl Zoe does not like trampling

written by StompedAllOver
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

I heard Erin and Riah’s voices as they walked towards the bar. Then all hell broke loose. “What the absolute fuck is that”, someone shouted. Natasha stepped off my face and stood there looking shocked. I sat up and stood with Riah and Erin was the third dancer Zoe. She was 5ft 6 and around 125lbs with size EU38 feet, she had long black straight hair and had a much harder looking face than any of the other girls although she was still very pretty. She was wearing a red puffa jacket, black leggings, and lugged-sole black leather ankle boots. Continue reading “University Life Part 22 4.6 (18)“

Support Part 5 4.9 (21)

This entry is part 5 of 6 in the series Support

5th part of the story about Carol and her co-workers

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

Hearing the woman’s astonishing voice, Carol spun around on my face to greet her co-worker.

She came to rest with her back to the cash register and her left heel was resting right on my left eye (it’s a good thing I had placed the plexiglass eyepieces over my eyes) and her right heel was pressing into my forehead. Her soles were mashing down the rest of my face as she stood there and greeted her friend. Continue reading “Support Part 5 4.9 (21)“

Support Part 4 5 (20)

This entry is part 4 of 6 in the series Support

Cash register support’s adventures with his wife Carol continue

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

The sudden release of pressure as Carol stepped down from my face was most welcome, but it didn’t last long.

Betty’s feet immediately replaced Carol’s on my face as she stepped up with first one foot and then the other and stood on my face while she busied herself with the cash register. She stood with her sharp spike heels digging into my chin and her soles mashing down my forehead and eyes. Continue reading “Support Part 4 5 (20)“

Support Part 3 4.8 (20)

This entry is part 3 of 6 in the series Support

Support story continues

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

I hadn’t laid there very long when I heard footsteps coming toward me and out of the corner of my eye could see Carol approaching. Apparently, the store had opened because just before Carol reached me I heard someone else approach from the other side of the counter and place something on the counter.

As Carol neared I expected she would sort of look at me and acknowledge me lying there before she stepped up on me, but she didn’t give me the slightest glance. She just walked right onto me as though I were a natural part of the floor and began to converse with the waiting customer. Continue reading “Support Part 3 4.8 (20)“