The author wrote an excellent story about two dominant, but kind and caring women from the perspective of a man who fell prey to them. It is at moments brutal, but excellently written story.
It started when I offered to drive our receptionist Yvette out to see her horse on Saturday. Her car was in the garage and she was trying to sell her horse before going overseas. She asked if I could pick up the girl she was going to sell the horse to along the way, which of course I agreed to. I would agree to anything with her, she was so cute, and I was desperate to impress her. In my own shy, loser way I had a huge crush on her, I don’t think she had any idea until that day.
When I picked her up, she was dressed in figure-hugging jodhpurs that looked just amazing on her tight body, she was petite and attractive. I was hoping she would wear boots, but she just had sneakers on. She had a light shirt unbuttoned at the front and a short jacket that didn’t even come down to the top of her jodhpurs.
Struggling with how good she looked, I packed the two big bags she had with her and drove us over to pick up the other girl. This girl was standing out front of her place, also petite and attractive, and was dressed practically identical to my crush. She had a pretty big bag of gear with her and I helped her load it in the bag, getting a high voltage smile in return. My head was pounding, this could be quite a day … I had no idea. Continue reading “The Spurs”
The author wrote an interesting fantasy about sex doll pretender who hoped to be used but was harshly misused by multiple women who did not know that he was not a dummy doll.
You can put it in the floor.- Said a woman
Gladly! This box is so heavy. – Said the delivery man
I am sorry for making you carry it all the way here but only a strong man like you could have done it.- Said the woman in a flirtatious tone
No worries madam. I am only doing my job. – Said the delivery man
How responsible. Are you doing anything tonight? My friends and I do not have plans.-Asked the woman while she looked at her female friends in the room
Sorry. My girlfriend and I are going to watch a movie.- Responded the delivery man
You could invite her to our party; there are many ways four women and one man could have fun.- Said the woman and her two friends agreed.
I don’t think my girlfriend would like that. I am sorry but I need to go; there are still a bunch of packages that need to be deliver.- Responded the delivery guy, leaving the room as quickly as he could.
Wimp! I bet he has a tiny dick.- Thought Michael, who was inside the box.
A new “toy” has come out to the market called “the perfect lover”; its body is so realistic that people usually mistake it for a real person; the ad in the official page describes it as “Your new best friend whose body has been designed to satisfy you.” Every woman wants one even tho they cost a fortune.
Michael King posted a fake ad where he pretended to be selling one of this “toys” at half the price but in reality, this was a part of his plan; he was going to pretend to be one of this “perfect lovers” to have sex with an unaware female. Luckily for him, he was bought by April a girl who was a member of a sorority. Continue reading “Michael King, perfect lover”
This is a longer multi-part story about mother/daughter trampling and dancing on a male friend.
I got very inspired when I discover some nice stories about trampling here. Those stories I could relate to some of my own experience, one especially is an older woman, around 62 years old at the time and was still good looking for her age. A very active woman, sporty and healthy. She lived alone and her name is Lena. She weighted about 140Ib (70 kg), tall body and not at all fat, with brown shoulder-length hair. Lena`s feet were broad foot soles, meaty and strong with well-shaped toes.
Why Lena inspired me is her difference in attitude. She was nice and friendly and had an odd sense about men, not that she hated men or thought of herself being superior in any way. We became friends because I once helped her when she came home from the hospital, after an accident with her left arm. We lived in the same neighborhood and I used to shop for her as to unload her tasks. Lena was very happy about that and often invited me for coffee.
I was amazed how strong she was and she talked often about her training and workouts. I discovered her feet which were very beautiful and she seemed to sweat a lot, accordingly when I from time to time either take off my shoes or put them on I always needed to bow down to get a good glimpse of inside her shoes. Her shoes were well-worn and at times I could almost feel the warm scent from some of her shoes. Lena had all kind of shoes at the door entrance. I began to dream about her feet and imagine her trampling me. Continue reading “The love for feet”
The author wrote a fantasy about a magical carpet made out of a living man for a woman’s pleasure
L Baxter, CEO
Custom Floormats Inc.
Ms. Jennifer Blake
1714 Hitone Street
My Dear Jennifer:
I spoke to your mother yesterday on the phone. She told me about the long talks that she has had with you, and that you are ready for your first mat purchase. I shall have the pleasure of meeting with both you and your remarkable mother next Tuesday. Continue reading “A Million Dollar Floor Mat”
A brutal fantasy about trampling by multiple women willing to inflict pain and damage.
Joe sighed as he thought about the bar where he took a job last month. It was Friday morning and he knew that he would be so busy, too busy to take a break and his boss was a bitch as well. She seemed to dislike him personally.
He always got the worst jobs like cleaning up the restrooms after someone “yacked on the phone or pissed everywhere”. It was a funny thing but the women’s washroom was always dirtier than the men’s. Jana always found something nasty for Joe to do but “what choice do I have?” thought Joe.
I want to go back to school to get my degree so I can get a better job, but this job will have to do for now as I have to pay my own way; dam my sister for using up all the college money. There’s none left for me.
Anyway, I enjoy looking at Jana; she had the biggest boobs and they were perky too, just like a 20 yr old, nice long legs too! And for some reason, Jana always wore high heels even though she was tall. About 6′ without the heels Joe estimated so he always had to look up at her when she ordered him about the bar. For some reason, this always turned him on. Continue reading “Ladies Night Out”
The author wrote a fantasy about a dominant girl who realized and tested her influence over a younger boy
On his way home from skateboarding at the park, Bobby took his usual route. He always detoured a couple of blocks out of his way so he would pass by Lindsay’s’ house. After all, there was always a chance he would catch a glimpse of her. He would do almost anything to see her shapely muscular legs and curvy young figure. Her smooth tanned skin, soft black hair and lovely green eyes filled his thoughts as he walked slowly along.
As he rounded the corner and headed up her street it was obvious today was his lucky day! There she was on the front porch painting her fingernails. His heart began to beat faster as he drew nearer to her house. Would she talk to him, or even notice him? Should he say something to her?
Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay saw him coming down the street. She noticed how he seemed nervous, trying not to look like he was staring. She was amused because she knew what a huge crush he had on her. She felt little for the 14-year, other than that it was fun to torment him. The things she could make him do with just a wink and a smile amazed her. The power she had over him was intoxicating and she couldn’t help herself. If he was willing to offer himself up for her abuse that was his problem. She smiled to herself as he made his way past her. A cruel idea popped into her pretty head. Today she could have some fun with him! Continue reading “Lindsay’s Toy”
A fantasy about multiple nurses trampling a patient in a psychiatric hospital
“I just don’t understand this case,” the doctor stated while rubbing his chin. “The police arrest this guy for assaulting his girlfriend, and place him in minimum security just down the hall. His first offense. After a month, he ends up here with severe psychological problems. I just don’t understand.”
John is sitting huddled in the corner, his straight jacket tightly binding his arms to his chest. Sweat beads from his pale face as his eyes stare in fear at some unknown spot on the padded floor.
“And look here,” the doctor says to the group of nurses waiting behind him. He moves closer and points a finger at John’s head. “He has these very unusual small round rashes on his forehead. I can’t figure out what’s causing this skin irritation. The skin looks like it was crushed, but there’s never anything in this room that he can use to do this to himself. I just don’t know.” Continue reading “A Long Road to Recovery”
A fantasy about a public place tramping by a knowing trampler
Mike Soyer was a thirty-five-year-old single factory worker who loaded trucks for a living. His normal shift Sunday through Thursday night started at 8 pm and ended at 4 am. Every morning after work he would hang around for an extra half hour until Lee’s 5&10 shop opened so he could pick up his paper and lottery tickets, which he bought every Tuesday and Friday morning religiously. Once in a while, Mike would take a buttered roll, which was pre-wrapped and placed in a stack by the counter. Mike started going into Lee’s 5&10 about fifteen years ago. He became a friend with Jon Lee and his daughter, Hun over the years. Mike was devastated when Jon Lee passed away five years ago from a heart attack. His daughter Hun took over the business soon after. Although many thought she couldn’t handle it since she was only twenty-four at the time and such a petite young thing, standing only 5’2 and 105 pounds at best however Hun Lee surprised everyone and kept that store running in top shape. Mike was usually her first customer of the day. Continue reading “The Morning Ritual”
A short fantasy about a guy used as a footpath in a puddle
It was a typical late spring day in the midwest. Morning sunshine followed by a sudden downpour only to give way to clear skies. Being an electrician, Bill had spent his share of time out in all kinds of weather. Today was no exception as he had gotten soaked working on some lights in the parking lot of a suburban shopping mall. The workday was done and he was headed to his truck when he was struck by an absolute vision approaching him from the mall.
Beautiful shoulder length blonde hair, about five foot four made taller by the 4-inch heels on the white pumps she wore. She was a goddess in a white floral print dress that showed off her figure and fell just above the knees of her gorgeous legs. Continue reading “Damsel in Distress”
The author wrote a fantasy about special abs training program developed by a female gym teacher
At Foothills College, there was a guy named Bryce who was truly a nerd. He was very smart but had neglected both his physical fitness and his social life.
One day, cheerleader Valerie entered the gym and almost tripped over Bryce, who was lying on a mat on the floor, trying to do a sit up. As his large glasses kept slipping down his nose, he asked Valerie if she would hold them in place for him while he tried to sit.
“Even better, I’m going to take them off and put them on the table! You don’t need to wear them when you’re exercising,” she said. “Besides, you look better without them.” Continue reading “Valerie Stomps a Nerd”