A short recollection of a quick unknown hand crush
I have recently remembered an event that was probably my first high heeled crush. I would have been about 12 and I was at a jumble sale!
There was a woman, a redhead, standing on piles of clothes that had fallen off the stall. She was wearing brown high heels. As she moved along the stall she continued to trample on the fallen clothes. Continue reading “First high heeled crush”
A fantasy about the first time being trampled by a babysitter
Julie walked up to the door and rang the bell. Mrs. Clark came to the door and greeted Julie in her usual fashion.
“Hi, Julie. Thanks for coming over on such short notice,” she said with a relieved look in her eyes.
“Oh, it’s OK Mrs. Clark. Billy had to cancel a date tonight cause he had a test he wanted to study for. I had nothing better to do,” Julie shrugged her shoulders as she spoke.
“You’re dressed up dear, do you want to go home and change?” Mrs. Clark asked.
“No, no. I don’t want you to be any later than you already are. Just go and have a good time OK?” Julie said.
Julie was planning to go on a date with her boyfriend Billy. They had been dating for two years now. Billy was a freshman at the local community college and Julie was a senior in high school. She was wearing a simple pleated black skirt that ended just above her knees. She was wearing a white blouse that was neatly tucked into her skirt and a jacket that matched her skirt. She was wearing tan colored pantyhose and simple low-heeled black shoes. Her medium length soft brown hair was pulled back with a headband that made her hair fall loosely down the back of her neck. Continue reading “Adventures In Babysitting”
A story about a boy’s first trampling by the bbw stepmom and her friends
How did it start?
To start with my name is Paul, and I guess it actually started when I was about 12 yrs old. One day a week I had to stay with one of the neighbors as my mom had to work a couple of hours past when I would get off the bus.
Her name was Mrs. Jones. She had 2 daughters one was 8 yrs old. She walked on me but I could hardly feel her. She was well under 50 pounds. But her sister was 15 yrs old and about 100 pounds. Every time I was at their house the younger girl always wanted to play house or have a tea party.
One day I talked her into playing cowboys. She said ok I’m the sheriff then. She tied my hands to the leg of the bed cause she didn’t have a jail to put me in. So there I was laying on the floor tied to the leg of the bed when her sister walked in and said: “What are you doing laying on the floor?” I told her that I was in jail but she said: “You look like a rug to me,” then she walked on my stomach up to my chest and then right on my face. I think I might have been in shock. I remember her feet were warm and soft but that’s about all I remember. Then as she was leaving the room she looked down at me and said: “You still look like a rug,” then she walked on my face, then on my chest and finally my stomach. Continue reading “Fantastic Step Mom”
The author writes about his first foot experience
I finally grew the balls to contact a foot goddess to satisfy my foot fetish cravings and let me tell you it was well worth it. When I first met the goddess I was very impressed. She was about 5’3 and I later found out she weighed a little over 100 lbs. She was in her low 20s and had the sweetest sexiest body you could ever imagine.
When we first met I was immediately taken upstairs to her room. She was wearing open toed shoes and I was watching her feet as I followed behind her. When we got to her room I took off my shirt and lied on her bed. Continue reading “First real foot fetish experience”
My particular attraction for women in high heels really began when one aunt of mine sparkled my attention. So much that I’ll never forget the first pair of high heels I felt a fetish for, a couple of white pumps.
I remember seeing her wearing them for the first time at a family wedding. And she kept wearing them in the next 2 weddings. It was kind of her pair of shoes for special occasions. After some dancing, she would usually take them off, put them in a bag and replace them for a more comfortable and open pair of shoes. One time, she caught me staring at her feet while changing shoes. She just said: “I love these shoes but they really start hurting my feet after some hours. And they get very sweaty too, especially after dancing.” Wow, those were words that a foot/shoe fetishist like myself loved to hear. Continue reading “Accidental heel mark”
written by Bigblade
original source of the story was FootTales
I am the happiest man alive. My first full-on trample. I’ ve had my hand crushed by sexy 5″ spiked heels and now the next step is full body trample. I need to tell you (my friends) if you are like me and have always wanted to be trampled by a woman in sexy spiked heels then read on.
I’ve had this fetish since I was a kid, and now my dreams came true. It was a Saturday night and I was a bit pissed but knew what I was doing. I thought about going out to my friend’s party but my sister’s friend came around for her (I and my sister have a flat together). They must have been planning to go out but, my sister had already left. Sally (my sister’s friend) is a very sexy 21-year-old lady (is about 5ft 6 and is about 120lbs). She had on a pink Boob tube (quite a big breast) with a short mini skirt and really sexy platform knee-length leather boots with 7″ spiked heels. They’re great. Continue reading “First Time Trampling with Sister’s Friend”
written by Sabina
original source of the story was Unknown source
At that time, in the late eighties, I had a boy A. who is the first man I walked on. I was aware he was enchanted not only by my legs but also by my feet. It was not so usual to see women wearing high heels in everyday life, mostly young girls, so all the glances always went down to my feet as I passed. This certainly happened when we first met at a party.
During our first dates, he never showed any particular sign of attraction about my feet or shoes nor acted like someone with a similar fetish. Yet he always encouraged me in my photographic projects that sometimes involved those aspects. Anyway, his seemed a professional, unconcerned interest and he always attended my quest for new boots or shoes to use in my photos. With this pretext, I collected a lot of nice footwear that I eventually put on for myself. Continue reading “Sabina’s first trampling”