True Finger Crushing

The author remembers tricking a friend into crushing his fingers unknowingly

It started from a conversation with a woman named Cindy. I had worked with her for a while at the bookstore and now that we were both on to more “professional” careers I thought I could utilize our acquaintance for some hand crushing and trampling.

I decided to call her and explain that I was working with a friend who shot demos for shoe company commercials. These demos were NOT commercials themselves but spot demos that gave the client an idea of what the real ads would entail. I told her that I needed a shoe model and that we would be able to pay her $20.00 an hour. She agreed and I got her shoe size (7 ½) and set the date. Continue reading “True Finger Crushing”

Sophomore Trample

The author remembers an occasional trampler from his school years

This is all completely true. When I was a Sophomore in high school my English teacher was one of those who really didn’t care about the students and so really didn’t pay attention to what they did( thank God).

Anyway, I was taking Mythology which was a class where students of all different high school levels were in. I made it a point to lay in between two aisles of desks and make like I was tired. Well, there was a girl I knew (a senior) who was so beautiful that all the guys get caught drooling while staring at her (Let us call her Nicole). Nicole saw me in “her” aisle and as her seat was the last one she would have to get past me. That particular day she was wearing 3″ high heels. Continue reading “Sophomore Trample”

Christmas Night Unknowing Finger Crush

The author’s recollection of an intense finger crush on a dance floor

This event took place on December 25th, 2004 at a small local bar/club, which one of my friend’s parents owns. When I was in High School with him around grade 11 and 12 we use to go there quite often since his parents owned the place and liked me and gave us free drinks on many occasions. That night I did not go with my friend who’s parents own the bar since he’s currently in Paris, instead, I went there alone to go see his older female cousin who works there and his mother.

The entrance to the place is at ground/street level, but as you walk down a short luminous corridor there are flights of stairs that descend approximately one floor below street level. The bar is right in front of you as you reach the bottom and it’s shaped like an L and there are mirrors all over the place and bottles and cups hanging from the ceiling above the staff. As you walk further into the bar there is a large aquarium built into the wall with about ten fish in it. Once you pass the aquarium and go through a poorly lit door you enter the dance area with large speakers in all the corners and a crappy DJ booth on the upper right-hand side on a platform. Continue reading “Christmas Night Unknowing Finger Crush”

Backyard BBQ

The author writes about unknowing hand trample he had at a party his wife threw

“One of the girls in the office is moving to Washington state. Remember Barbara? We met her and her husband at the Christmas party. They are a really nice couple.”

“Yeah, I remember”, I replied. I remembered Barbara all right. She was a knockout at the party. She had worn a long dress and a pair of tall slender heels with wide straps and her toes peeking out. Her husband? Well, I remembered that he was there…

“I like working with her. Anyway, we were talking about having some kind of farewell thing and I thought maybe we could have a cook-out here. Just for a few of the girls in the office, you know?”

“Sounds ok to me. I can get out of here for a while. When were you going to have it?” I had some plans of my own in mind! We have a good sized deck on the back of the house and had cookouts before with some of our friends. When I would go under the back of the deck where our grill and outdoor stuff is stored I realized how easy it would be to reach out under the edge of the deck from where I was. And since Deanna always set out some snacks and chips there, everyone was always hanging out right where I could reach out to touch their feet! Except that it was during the day and half the crowd were men, and I was one of the hosts.

“Saturday after next is what I was thinking if that’s ok. Later in the afternoon or early evening so we don’t take up the whole day.”

“Sure. You should have an evening party and then if people want they can go out afterward. I’ll set up the party lights around the yard for you.”

“I guess that would be good, let me check with everyone else.” Continue reading “Backyard BBQ”

Unwitting finger trampling in a bookstore

The writer remembers exploring unknowing finger trample idea at a bookstore

This story happened more than 10 years ago. When I was about 16 years, I was often in town. I loved to watch the woman walking in high heels.

One day when I was in a big bookstore (you know, the kind of stores where you can buy all books, and the books are showed at the wall, from the floor to nearly at the ceiling, with corridors). I found it the ideal place to try to let a woman stand on my hand and fingers. Continue reading “Unwitting finger trampling in a bookstore”

Penis crushed at a stage play

The author remembers having his genitals compressed under the weight of multiple women

During my school days, I used to go to a mixed school but it seemed to have a lot more girls than boys. This was a good thing as I have had a crush/trample thing for a long time.

I was about 12 years old when the 9th-grade girls about 16-18 years old decided to give a stage play as a farewell leaving party. I can’t remember what it was called but it only had girls in.

I was one of the kids that were always asked to help do scenery and things like that. My dreams came true on the night of the show as the boy that normally does the lights was off sick and I was asked to take his place. This was at the rear of the stage next to the steps for the girls to go onto the stage. Continue reading “Penis crushed at a stage play”

Fingers crushed at a New Year’s Party

The author writes about an unknown finger trampling experience at a party

One time I was at a New Year’s party at a friends house. Everyone was drinking and helping themselves to the buffet. It was dark and candles had been lit for the atmosphere. Seating was hard to come by as it was crowded, so I went over to the sofa which was occupied and sat on the floor with my back against the arm.

I chose this location cos the girl that sat at that end of the sofa was gorgeous. I particularly remember she was wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit her so damned well. The curves … Damn, I am drooling. And under those jeans, she wore black boots with a block heel. No one seemed to mind that I was being a gentleman by sitting on the floor and I was able to slide my hand right up next to her boots. God, the adrenalin rush as my searching fingers touched the hard surface of her boot heel. I was in the danger zone. Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a New Year’s Party”

Finger crush in a gift card shop

The author describes his unknown finger crush experiences in a local gift shop

I love the approach of Valentine’s day!

Women go to such great lengths to pick the perfect card that they get so wrapped up in looking at Valentine’s cards that some are oblivious to what they are doing with their feet.

I almost lost a finger today at the local card shop. Continue reading “Finger crush in a gift card shop”

Local college library finger crush experience

The author remembers his finger being crushed at a public library

My favorite place to go for finger crushing is the local college library. The area with the most intense readers and the least traffic (while fingers are trapped) seems to be the science/medical level where the book stacks are about 3 feet apart with 3 shelves each and flat top for reading/research.

I’ve worked for years to try to perfect the test for how sensitive the woman is for objects under her feet. One of my favorites is to place a ballpoint pen under her shoes and watch for her reaction (if you’ve got one you can work with, remove the pen and slip a finger or two underneath her shoe).

If she is uncomfortable and looks down, she will generally kick it away. If not, you’ve struck gold… she will not look down and: 1) try to adjust her stance and step off whatever she feels 2) simply stand firmly on it 3) be a dream girl who will not look down and will “play” with what she feels underfoot. Continue reading “Local college library finger crush experience”

Finger crush in Hallmark shop

The author recalls an early age finger crush experience

Another of my memories from when I was around 11. I would ride my bike to the local Hallmark gift and greeting card shop. There was a young lady (college age) who worked there. She always seemed to be working when I went. I loved her because she wore very sexy shoes. Most were platform and had wedge heels.

On this particular occasion, I had gone with the intent of sticking baseball cards under ladies’ shoes with two-sided tape so I could watch them walk on/crush them. Unfortunately (or so I thought at first) she was working on the greeting card displays on the aisle where I had the most success since it was furthest from the register. Continue reading “Finger crush in Hallmark shop”