Tag: Fantasy

The tag fantasy is added to all the stories which are originally presented as fantasies by their original authors.

Many of the fantastic stories are multi-part stories. Many of these stories were well liked in years when they came out. Some of these stories were not available on the web for many years.

Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)

A story about a secretary hired to dominate her boss

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

I knew this was no ordinary office. The dress code alone was a tip-off as were the outrageous salaries. But I’d been desperate for a job any job that would allow me to stay in the city to be independent of the demands from which I’d yearned for so very long to escape. They’d conducted oodles of interviews and hours of testing and finally said my psych profile was ideal for it. Whatever that meant.

I was nervous the first day on the job but determined to brazen it out. Little did I suspect what I would be made to endure that first day. The secretaries were all stunning but it was something other than perfect features or perfect bodies that accounted for that. I’d never seen such an assortment of short skirts and low-cut blouses in a professional setting. Even more so I’d never seen people look so happy to be at work on a Monday morning.

No one spoke to me except to say good morning. They all smiled and nodded politely. There was a measure of vitality that was starkly different than all the other offices I’d worked in over the years. I’d been shown to my desk and told to have a seat there until the boss called me in. I’d met him briefly a couple of times in my second and third interviews after the long batteries of brain-picking tests. He’d struck me as average – average height dark and swarthy average build tending to lean if anything. His demeanor was anything but average. Continue reading “Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)“

Too Much 4.3 (13)

written by Andy 21121
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I must tell you this story. Whether you decide its fact or fiction is entirely up to you, the point to remember is its possible if nothing else.

The story is set a few years ago when I was employed as a taxi driver for a
local firm. For a few nights, we had been picking up fares from a large hotel that was hosting a few special nights in a marquee to celebrate the Christmas season.

As I had parked outside waiting for my passengers I noticed that the toilets were situated near to the marquee and the route was laid out with a length of carpet from the marquee edged with a chain fence. I also noticed that the
walkway was covered to protect from the weather and there were two separate toilet buildings – one for ladies and one for men. I noticed that the ladies room was pretty close to the boundary of the hotel and one of the lights was broken which threw a shadow across the walkway and into the field beyond.

A plan started to form as I watched young women walking up and down the walkway. The fashion of the day seemed to promote short dresses and chunky heels as going out attire and I started to think how easy it would be to hide under the carpet and fulfill my wildest fantasy. I thought about it and dismissed the idea as stupid – I would have to spend at least five hours under there as the functions were from seven till midnight and once committed there was no going back. As I watched the women going back and forth I thought I could easily last five hours as the chunky heels did not cause too much pain and it was more a feeling of being squashed down now and again for a short time rather than the painful trample you get from spike heels. Continue reading “Too Much 4.3 (13)“

A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 2 3.9 (11)

written by Horsefly
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Chapter 2

Tommy awoke on the floor of his sister’s room. At first, he was bewildered, wondering what the hell he was doing there. He became conscious of a dull pain in his balls and realized that his legs were tied together at the ankles, and his hands here bound behind his back. A dirty sock was stuffed in his mouth. Suddenly, all of the previous night’s humiliation came flooding back to him. He thought of spitting the sock out of his mouth and trying to crawl out of the room but thought better of it. If his sister beat the crap out of him when he was able-bodied, he didn’t even want to imagine what she’d do to him with his legs and hands bound. He turned his head and saw Samantha sleeping peacefully in her bed, her foot dangling over the side. He noticed that Jenny wasn’t in the room. Thank god, he thought. Continue reading “A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 2 3.9 (11)“

Trample Rep 4.6 (27)

written by Simon UK
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Danny always looked forward to the visit of this particular sales rep. His shyness and her confidence had meant that most businesses had gone her way, which meant more visits. He was attracted by her dominating appearance, but mostly by her feet. Danny had a hard job keeping his eyes off them.

He had always liked feet since he was young. He used to religiously watch dancers and circus performers on the tv. He was especially turned on when the women stood on the men’s shoulders and backs. In one high wire act, a man lay on the wire and a female performer walked onto his chest and pose there, he almost creamed himself there and then. He loved it but he couldn’t understand why and so withdrew into a world where he felt so alone. Continue reading “Trample Rep 4.6 (27)“

Deadly heels at the old stadium 4 (28)

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

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

Finally the day Jim had been waiting for. Jim was a bright young boy of 16 every day after school he would go work a the old stadium selling tickets or just helping out. Today was the day of the concert he had been selling tickets for the past two weeks.

Every time a pretty girl would come for tickets he would mark down on a piece a paper who she was and where she would be sitting. Jim loved his job because every time the town had an event he could go below all the people in the stands and when he saw the seats he had marked out as that of a pretty girl he could easily slide his hand up and get her to step on his finger without any fear of getting caught as the girls laughed and stomped on him without ever giving any thought to what they are crushing under their thin spiky heel.

Today was going to be even better, the concert was sold out so they brought in spare seats. They made a small mound of dirt to raise the last row of seats so the people could see without any problems. They had a small piece of wood over a slightly raised mound of dirk as the floor in front of the seats they had put up for the concert. Continue reading “Deadly heels at the old stadium 4 (28)“

A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 1 5 (7)

written by Horsefly
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Chapter 1

“Bye now, dear!” Claudia said to her daughter, weeping. Samantha gave her a big hug, tears streaming down her cheeks. Claudia looked down at her daughter one last time, and unable to bear the sight of her sad face, left without saying another word. Samantha’s dad, however, wasn’t quite as emotional as his wife: “Now Samantha, you KNOW that mommy and I love you very very .much.” Samantha stopped crying and nodded silently. He smiled and lifted her chin. “Come on, sweetie! Can’t you give daddy a little smile?” Samantha looked at him and managed a small, feeble smile. “Don’t worry, honey… I and mommy will be back soon. We just need some time alone. The week will go by like that!”

With that, he snapped his fingers. As sad as she felt, Samantha couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I love you, daddy.” Her dad gave her a hug and said: “Now you be a good girl, okay? You can invite some friends to sleep over you want, but be nice. Nana’s phone number is posted on the fridge, and I want you to listen to your brother, okay? He’s older, so he’s in charge.”

With that, her dad gave her a big kiss on the cheek and started out the door. Before closing it, he turned to his daughter and said half-jokingly, “I don’t want to hear any horror stories from Tommy, okay? BE NICE.” Continue reading “A Brother’s Servitude Chapter 1 5 (7)“

A Lesson For Peter 4.1 (7)

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Foot Stories Specialist

It was September 1996. 24-year old Kayla Murray was just getting off work at the local shopping mall. It was about 10:30 at night as she approached her shiny red convertible in the parking lot. Kayla was a rather wealthy female, living in a large house in Los Angeles, California.

Kayla was a gorgeous girl of Japanese origin, with a perfect American dialect. She was 5’8, thin, and had a lovely face with a great complexion, complemented by her long, jet black hair. Kayla was always a good dresser. Tonight she wore a blue blouse with a black miniskirt, stockings, and leather flat-soled ankle boots.

Kayla arrived home 10 minutes later to find that a light on the second floor of her house was on. Something was seriously wrong. Kayla exited the car and rushed through the front door of the house. She checked the rooms on the first floor but found nothing unusual. Continue reading “A Lesson For Peter 4.1 (7)“

Wedding trample 4.4 (25)

written by Mat11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Although the wedding invitation said “Adults only” Mary Sylvester was forced to bring her 8-year-old Tommy. At the reception hall Mary quickly surveyed the scene and after dinner when she noticed Tommy becoming tired, decided on a plan of action. She carried Tommy out into the dimly lit hall and wrapped him in a light sheet (three times his size). She carried him down the hall and laid him down behind an old Victorian chair, beneath a window. “Sweety,” she said, “mommy will be back to check on you in a little while. If you need me I’ll be right over there in that room”. Tommy nodded sleepily. Mary was relieved as his eyes shut immediately, she gave him a quick kiss and then covered his head with the sheet. Initially, she was concerned with the loud music coming from the reception room, but Tommy had always been a heavy sleeper and apparently, it didn’t bother him. She returned to the reception, got a drink, and started dancing. Continue reading “Wedding trample 4.4 (25)“

A Bet 3.9 (24)

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

I always wished to be extremely trampled with spiked high heels. One day I met a lady in a bar who was in a pair of spiked high heel boots. I invited her to drink together. She might have thought that I wanna fuck her because when I asked her how much, she said 300. I then took her out to a hotel.

Arriving at the hotel I asked her if she is cruel and if she likes blood. She said yes and her eyes lit up. I then asked her if she liked to trample me with her spiked high heels. She looked surprised and stared me for some time as if I’m from an alien star. After a while, she laughed crazily and said yes if you would like it. I said: “I think you may not dare to go on with trampling if I was bloody.” She said: “No, I don’t care how much are you suffering under my high heels since you demanded from me to trample you.” I said: “But to make sure you will not get off from my body, we should make a bet.” She asked, surprised: “What bet?” I answered: “If you keep your full weight on my body during a one full hour you will get your 300, or else you should pay me my medical fee. It means u should never put one foot on the floor, and no matter how much I cry for help and beg u to stop and how much I am hurt u can’t get off.” She laughed loudly: “You stupid. I would like to trample you very much, don’t worry I will not show any mercy to you. You should pray to God that you won’t die under my high heels. I will not care if you are living or not or if you are hurt badly.”

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Stephanie 4.4 (18)

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

It was one rainy day during my university years and I was out in the drizzle waiting for the bus. I was lost in thought, worried about my upcoming exams and was brought out of it by a splash. I looked down to see that a book had fallen into the puddle beside me. As I bent down to pick it up I noticed out of the corner of my eye the person who had dropped it. Slouched to the ground, the first thing I noticed were white high-heeled boots. My gaze rose over shapely legs in a white mini skirt, a white jacket ensemble and finally a gorgeous face framed by jet-black hair. She smiled sweetly at me and said thank you as I wiped her book off on my jacket and handed it to her. Her name was Stephanie and as I gazed into her eyes I felt she was very gentle and caring- sweet. We chatted a bit about the miserable weather and she invited me up to her nearby apartment to escape the rain. Ah, she was so beautiful that I couldn’t say no. Besides what could it hurt? It wasn’t like she was a threat, right?

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