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.

Violin Virtuoso 3.9 (22)

This is a story about a man who had fully committed himself to one dominant woman, special to him.

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

I remember like it was yesterday opening that case, slowly lifting the lid, running my fingers along the velvet interior, not even daring to touch the smooth hardwood of the violin itself. It was days before I had the courage to actually touch it, weeks before I finally lifted out from the case and held it aloft. I was in awe, more than that, I was scared by it, by what it meant to me, of the memories. It was so much a part of my grandfather, so much a part of my childhood. All those years staring up at him, his eyes screwed shut, his fingers dancing along its neck. They say he was the best of his generation, a true virtuoso. The music flowed from him, flowed directly into my soul, not so much sound as pure emotion. I could feel it reverberate through every cell of my body, it wasn’t something external, it somehow seemed to come from within me. Every note, every pause, every moment took me into an ever more dreamlike state. It was my religious ecstasy, my paradise. I felt so close to him, connected by the pure emotion of his music. When he played the world simply melted away, it stopped to listen, sat in rapture until he was finished, until he shut that magical violin back in its case and the spell was broken. Continue reading “Violin Virtuoso 3.9 (22)“

Becky 3.3 (9)

The author wrote a short story about a humiliating lady boss at the workplace who has introduced him to his new duty of spit shining her footwear.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

Becky was my superior in my first job. She’d joined about a year after me and my management was one of her responsibilities. I felt humiliated by her from the start as I had applied for the job myself but had not got it despite being more qualified and having more experience than her. She, however, was stunning and had an unbelievably sexy manner that turned men to putty. So it was her that got the job. And she loved the fact that someone more suited to the role was her underling. She would spend her days bossing me around and would call me ‘boy’ and ‘number two.’ i even once heard her laughing in the corridor about my name being number two as I loved to be treated like shit so the name was fitting. This was not true, although I must admit I did find being ordered around by someone so beautiful strangely thrilling. But up until one November morning, it was just a case of her treating me like a skivvy and nothing more. That was until we found ourselves alone in one of the store cupboards. Continue reading “Becky 3.3 (9)“

Late Night Train 4.4 (13)

The author wrote a well-written fantasy about an ordinary man being sexually humiliated and used by a beautiful young woman wanting to use him for some fun.

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

Author warnings:

This story contains some elements that might be considered racism. However, if you read it you will know the race is NOT the focus.

Also, the story is fiction inspired by some of my own true experiences.
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It is close to 2 AM. Lin stands uncomfortably in the packed subway. Being a grad student on a student visa and the only son of a poor Chinese family, he often stays late into the night in the research lab with the hope that his outstanding academic performance will one day land him a nice paying job and take some pressure off his parents. Unfortunately, that often means a general lack of sleep and social life. At 26 years old he belongs to the increasingly rare breed of men that have never dated a girl. Of course, his shy demeanor does not help, either. In any case, his current dilemma doesn’t involve any specific girl. Rather, it’s the rush of new year’s eve party-goers trying to get home. Combined with the sudden snow throughout the day, the train is unusually crowded.

The train shudders to a stop and the door opens. More people get on and the crowd pushes Lin in front of a line of seats. Obviously, all the seats are occupied long ago so the only thing he can do is just keep his eyes open in case anyone decides to get off. Looking around him it seems that he is surrounded by shit-faced drunkards that can barely tell where they are. That’s when he finally notices the beautiful woman seated right in front of him. She looks to be about the same age as him. Her perfectly clean face exudes a cold beauty like a classic Roman marble statue. She is wearing earphones and her wavy long blond hair drapes over her shoulders like something from an oil painting. The expensive form-fitting flare coat on her body doesn’t hide the sexy curves beneath it. Her right leg is crossed over her left in a feminine fashion. Her legs are covered in long black tights that end in a pair of black knee-high boots. The heels are about 4 inches in length and about 1 cm in diameter at the bottom. The few nerdy girls Lin knows in his life don’t dress like this at all so he is taking this chance to secretly get an eyeful. Continue reading “Late Night Train 4.4 (13)“

Mary at the bus stop 4.8 (16)

The author wrote a detailed fantasy about a finger being unknowingly transformed to bone dust and meat pulp on a bus station by a woman who wore steel-tipped stiletto heels.

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

Mary Stepped out of the front door onto the path. Her sharp steel-tipped stilettos clicked loudly on the hard concrete. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a big black beetle crawling along the path in front of her. She stepped forward to lock the door. There was a loud crack as she stood onto the big black beetle which was in her way. She locked the door, and without a second thought proceeded to destroy the beetle. She twisted her foot quickly, grinding it into the path. Its body fluids spurted out in a thin line from under the hard soles of her stiletto heels as she pulped and tore it to pieces within seconds. She dragged her foot quickly backward shredding the remains into a wet line. Then she opened her bag and dropped the key into it. She walked away down the footpath. A wet mark on the footpath was all that was left of the beetle. Continue reading “Mary at the bus stop 4.8 (16)“

The Ground 4.9 (24)

The author wrote an interesting take on the false floor story type, about a bridal party whose hostess was in on the trample experience.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

I lay there with Katy standing on my chest. It was autumn so she had on some fur-lined wedge-heeled boots, with her jeans tucked in with a hoodie. She had no idea I was there. She was talking on her phone and shuffling around. I was enjoying the view of her ass when her boot sole crashed down on my face as she walked around talking. The lug sole crushed down diagonally across my cheek and nose as she strode toward the railing, completely deforming my face as she walked right across it. It was just a part of the ground after all. Continue reading “The Ground 4.9 (24)“

Her private CBT dancefloor 4.8 (25)

A story about a woman who had castrated a man by dancing on his manhood. Written from the female’s perspective with very detailed descriptions

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

What follows is the account of a woman, 27 years old, who won a competition thrown by an underground fetish club. Her highly unusual prize was to be given sole access to a specially cordoned-off section of dance-floor on a raised stage on the next fetish club night. Under this floor lay the second winner of this bizarre competition, an unnamed 37-year-old man. The man was completely covered by the raised stage, except for his penis and testicles which were protruding through a tight hole in the stage. Below the stage floor, he was naked, and for his own safety, his arms and legs were strapped to the real floor below. The stage floor itself was one-inch thick plyboard except for a small strip of thick glass above the man’s eyes. With no lighting below the stage, it was impossible to see his face through this glass, however, he himself was able to see the room above which, although dark, was sporadically illuminated by the club lighting system. Continue reading “Her private CBT dancefloor 4.8 (25)“

Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)

The author wrote a story about an intended rape victim who turned the power play against her attacker crippling him in the process

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

It was an incredibly hot summer. One of the hottest on record. It was bad enough that Suzanne had to leave the office late each day that week, but this night was especially frustrating. The legal meeting on the pending merger was intense and tonight’s dinner meeting uptown didn’t end with any final understanding of a path forward. The taxi strike was just the icing on the cake. As Suzanne sat down in the subway car, she was all but exhausted.
Her long red hair sat on her shoulders, damp with sweat. The heat on the subway seemed even more unbearable than the heat outside. Suzanne looked around the empty subway car. She glanced ahead through the door at the far end of the car and noticed the next car was empty too. Honestly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole train was empty. Alone on a subway after midnight… “Not too smart,” she thought. The good thing was that this was the express train. There were two stops and then a long 20-minute ride with no stops that would drop her at the downtown station right next to the police station. Heck, maybe she could even get some sleep along the way.

At that moment, the train made one of the only two local stops. A middle-aged man slowly stepped onto the train. He had a buzz cut and some grey stubble for a beard. He wore some loose grey sweat pants and a white T-shirt. As the door closed he walked slowly down the center aisle towards Suzanne. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Something seemed …off. Continue reading “Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)“

Personal Injury Suit 4.5 (25)

A well-known author wrote a short story about a brutal trampling that left the victim injured for life

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

Lee needed to see his attorney about the car wreck he was involved in. He had been hurt, though not seriously, and wanted some advice on whether or not he could sue for any damages. He called his attorney’s office and made an appointment for the following Tuesday at 10:00 am.

Lee pulled up to the office and got out of the rental he was using while his car was repaired. He pulled the cane he was using from the passenger seat and hobbled into the office. When he stepped up to the receptionist and gave his information she told him that his attorney was tied up in court this morning and would be unable to see him. Lee sighed in disgust since he had taken time off work to be here. Just as he was turning to leave he heard a voice behind him. “Are you Lee Jackson?” The soft sexy voice said. Continue reading “Personal Injury Suit 4.5 (25)“

School Day Stomping 4 (10)

The author wrote a fantasy about trampling by two of his female schoolmates while discovering that he liked it

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

Part 1

I was still in high school at the time, but this happened on a Saturday when the school was closed. I was on my way to the store and decided to take a shortcut through the schoolyard. There was a parking lot in the back, hidden from view from the street, and through it, I walked. When I entered the lot I saw two figures sitting on the school steps. As I got closer I saw that they were two girls that I knew from class, Suzanne, a shapely blonde, and Leah, a gorgeous redhead with whom I was madly in love. But alas, she did not return my affections. I would even go so far as to say that she despised me. Both wore skintight jeans and blouses, Leah’s a white, and Suzanne’s a red one. Leah was trying on a pair of red stilettos, which I gathered Suzanne was lending her. I remember her wearing them before. Suzanne had on a pair of black boots, ankle-high with high stacked heels. Continue reading “School Day Stomping 4 (10)“

Circus Boy 4.8 (16)

The author wrote a fantasy about a young circus employee being trampled by the owner’s daughter and her friends

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

Part 1

Matthew had joined the circus. He had left home after being caught kissing a woman’s shoe that he had balanced on his chest. Never been good with women, he had dived into his imagination, where he was a footstool and carpet to womankind, which unfortunately is about as far as he got. The circus also took a part in his fantasy as the women in their costumes were especially beautiful. The circus he was with had three women who he fantasized about. Continue reading “Circus Boy 4.8 (16)“