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.
written by Heelcushion
original source of the story was Fetlife
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 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”
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”
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”
The author remembers a lady who accepted to drive her car over him
written by Footpath
original source of the story was Unknown source
My divorce was finalized last week. I felt lonely and worthless. My self-esteem was as low as it had ever been. I needed company… companionship.
One night, at a nightclub, I met a beautiful young lady. We dated a few times. After a few dates, we were in my apartment and I told her that I felt despondent and low as the ground. She said that if I was really that low, someone might step on me. I said, “Go ahead, be my guest, join the crowd and get in line.” She then said, “Get down on the floor, you should feel what it is like to be a floor.” Continue reading “A heel trample and a tire crush”
The author writes about a very nice trample experience with a lady who wanted to try something strange and funny
written by SubSole
original source of the story was Unknown source
As I travel a lot for my work, I always try to find a girl in the place where I have to spend a couple of days, who is slightly interested in trying out our beloved fetish, as I introduce it to them bluntly, by asking about their shoe sizes, favorite type of footwear and … if I could be their doormat for some moments…
This time I had to go to Lima, Peru, for several weeks and I responded to some classifieds of girls wanting to date guys. One of the replies was of a nice 36-year-old latina (of course) lady, 1m65, 50 kg, who was about to marry an American guy in a couple of months after my stay.
She wanted to try something strange and funny, before she committed herself, and agreed to meet when I was there. Super nervous I called here and she sounded so sweet. She had to laugh a lot, as I kept my part of the bargain by introducing myself (on the phone) as: “Here’s your doormat calling”… That night she arrived at my apartment in her knee-high brown leather boots, with 4×4 cm square heels, some 6 cm high… I was shocked by her beauty, and she made herself comfortable in one of my chairs. Continue reading “Latino-American girl”
The author gets his hand trampled by his ex
Went to a high school basketball game couple of nights ago and spotted an old girlfriend in the bleachers, so I sat next to her. It had been about 5 years or so since we’d seen each other so we had some catching up to do about our lives. We had really been into trample when we were dating.
Finally, she asked me if I were still into it, which kind of shocked me but I said: “Why? Yes, certainly when I can find someone to trample me.” I noticed that she was wearing some very nice calf high heel snow boots. She then looked down at her feet for a second and then remarked: “I believe that you can get your hands and fingers under my boots if you go behind the bleachers and stick them through and I’ll be glad to stand on them for a while during the game.” I said: “That would be great.” Continue reading “Old Girlfriend Tramples Me at the Game”
The author has written an excellent text about him experiencing his girlfriend’s secret profession
You think you know someone pretty well, and then – BAM! You find out something about them that totally blows your mind! Take Michelle, for instance. Michelle and I had been dating for a little over three months. We both attend State University, where we have several classes together. We both listen to classic rock, we both love Thai food, and we both think Dane Cook is friggin’ hilarious!
I thought I knew her pretty well, but now I come to find out that Michelle is an exotic dancer! Apparently, she’s been doing this to work her way through college since before I met her! She works at a strip club in a neighboring town, hoping no one from school finds out about it. I found out from a friend of mine who lives over there. Continue reading “Dating A Stripper”
The author based the fantasy on the real experience that ended too quickly
She was amazingly beautiful. I had spotted her at first sight as I walked to the train, or to be more precise, I had spotted her high-heeled white leather boots. She was dressed in blue jeans and some kind of pink business suit jacket. Because of the jeans, I could not see how high the boots were, but what I could see had my full attention. She was standing in the corridor, in between the still opened train doors and the narrow stairs leading down to the lower compartments in this double-decker train. I estimated her age around 25. Long blond hair with a beautiful face and a nice feminine shaped body, not fat at all, but not skinny either. Continue reading “Handtrampled in the train”
The author writes about his experience as a dummy on a film set
written by Doorstep
original source of the story was Unknown source
Some years back, after reading the scenario of a new film, I arranged a deal with a very good friend of mine, who is a movie director. He was to shoot a film in which during one of the scenes a group of about 80 women flies from a fire in their office building via a small corridor. At the end of that corridor, they could leave the building via an emergency rope ladder. ( In fact, it were only 20 women, but when they were down the ladder, they had to walk back via a bypass to the “end of the line” to do it over and over).
In the “panic” two women fell and were trampled and there was also the same fate for one of the guards, who was pushed over when he tried to help one of the fallen women. Of course, the women around them, unable to help, panicked and warned everyone to be careful, because their colleague was on the floor. While the women were pushed forward, they all did their utmost to prevent stepping on them, but from the fourth row, because of all the noise, the women had not heard the warnings and were unaware of the victims on the floor. Even if they had known, they couldn’t do anything about it and often they were not even able not to step on them. Continue reading “Unknown Human Dummy Trample”