Unaware Face Footrest in a Movie Theater 4.5 (10)

Candid trampling in a movie theater

written by UnderHerFeet
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This is an actual event that really, truly happened to me. No embellishment.
I’ve had a trample and footrest obsession since a very young age. Like preschool.

The year was 2001. I was thirty-two at the time and in grad school.
I had a wife and kids at home, and I was burnt out from studying that night.
The far west Chicago suburb that I lived in was a college town.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do. And I finally had the guts to do it. The movie that was playing that night was Josie and the Pussycats.
I got there early and sat in the back row. Continue reading “Unaware Face Footrest in a Movie Theater 4.5 (10)

The Floor is Lava 4.9 (13)

written by CrushJohny
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Author’s note:

These aren’t as exciting as some, but I guarantee they are 100% genuine, true to my recollection. It’s something I feel I can’t share with anyone I know in person, so if you’ve read this, please leave a comment. It’s my motivation to keep journaling them down.

When I was in my first year of middle school, my sister had invited 3 of her volleyball teamates over, my sister is 3 years older than me, and her friends similar age. Her friends were all beautiful, but unfortunately I was really quite awkward and shy at that time. I’d never been to the gym yet, had fairly low self-esteem and no idea about women. I wish I had a time-machine to go back and redo this night, but anyway I hid in my room most of the night playing Call of Duty, only emerging when my mum yelled out that the pizza had arrived. I grabbed a full plate before scurrying back upstairs, but not before I saw that her friends had already switched into their slumber-party outfits for the night. Continue reading “The Floor is Lava 4.9 (13)

Office machines repirman 4.6 (11)

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

A few years ago I had a job repairing office machines. One day I was working in this office, and the space I had to work in was constantly being crossed by some rather fine looking women. Most wore high heeled shoes, and there was about a fifty fifty mix of women wearing slacks and dresses. Since this machine was a copier, I laid down a standard paper type disposable drop cloth so as to keep any of the toner off the floor. I had a housing I needed to repair sitting on the drop cloth, and I was kneeling down and working on it. Continue reading “Office machines repirman 4.6 (11)

A Bad Day 3.7 (10)

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

I was feeling very down. I swam my hardest but was way out of my league. I never should have agreed to enter the race because swimming was not my thing.

So I took the long way back from the pool to avoid people, and went through the underground passage beneath the stadium. I was still wearing my swimmers and bare feet, with just my towel over my shoulders. Continue reading “A Bad Day 3.7 (10)

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 4.3 (3)

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part two of four

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

— Part two —

Kimberly rubbed her incredible lycra clad body against my bare skin, then lifted one of those evil steel spiked heels out of my instep, putting all her weight on the other heel. She rubbed her boot against my leg, dragging the sharp heel up my calf, then pushed the heel back down the side of my leg, scratching it badly and drawing blood. Then she did the same to her other leg, dragging the heel up then driving it back down along my poor skin.

She stepped back and surveyed her work with her hands on her lovely hips. She then sat back on her bed and said, “Had enough of these bad boys yet, got enough holes?” I could not answer, I was still sobbing in pain. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 2 4.3 (3)

A Quiet Movie Night – Part 1 4.7 (3)

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series A Quiet Movie Night

A fantasy about a slave recruiter, part one of four

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

— Part one —

Kevin, one of the guys I knew from work, asked me to double date with him and his girlfriend at a movie night. It was billed as a quiet night at home watching a DVD with pizza, and his girlfriend’s flatmate was to be my date. With much trepidation, I showered and dressed in my smartest casual for the evening, and went to the address at the correct time.

I knocked on the door, and a very nice blonde answered, dressed in a brief sports top and loose track pants. “Hi,” she said, “you must be Sam. I am Elaine, and Kevin is, of course, late!!” She beckoned me in, and I gave her the chips, chocolate, Coke Zero, and bag of goodies. She loved it and led me to the main room of the flat, it was a large, very nice flat with a great view. I thought she was a great view. Continue reading “A Quiet Movie Night – Part 1 4.7 (3)

Beneath her Notice – Epilogue 5 (4)

This entry is part 14 of 14 in the series Beneath her Notice

Epilogue: The Usual Meeting

written by Anonymous author
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Epilogue: The Usual Meeting

The final day began as the first had.

By the time Elena Voss reached the thirty-eighth floor, the building had arranged itself in anticipation.

She wore charcoal, her dark hair secured in its immaculate twist. Black Louboutins completed the figure of the sophisticated British chief executive who could silence a boardroom by removing her glasses.

Adrian arrived at eleven. Continue reading “Beneath her Notice – Epilogue 5 (4)

Beneath her Notice – Chapter 13 5 (4)

This entry is part 13 of 14 in the series Beneath her Notice

Chapter Thirteen: Domestic Arrangements

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Chapter Thirteen: Domestic Arrangements

Adrian did not move into Mara’s apartment all at once.

First came a toothbrush, then shirts in the guest-room wardrobe, books upon the table and a coffee cup Mara would never have chosen.

Three weeks later, she handed him a key.

“You’re here more often than you aren’t. This is administratively simpler.”

“Administratively?”

Mara looked down at the Casadei Blades upon her feet.

“Get under the table.”

“Much clearer.”

Living together changed them. Continue reading “Beneath her Notice – Chapter 13 5 (4)

Beneath her Notice – Chapter 12 5 (4)

This entry is part 12 of 14 in the series Beneath her Notice

Chapter Twelve: The First Concession

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Chapter Twelve: The First Concession

Elena returned before Mara could remove the Casadeis.

Adrian remained beneath the desk, his fingers still held under their chrome heels. Mara stood above him with her hands upon her hips, her face composed except for the colour beneath her pale skin.

Elena closed the door.

“I thought you were leaving,” Mara said.

“I changed my mind.” Continue reading “Beneath her Notice – Chapter 12 5 (4)

Beneath her Notice – Chapter 11 5 (3)

This entry is part 11 of 14 in the series Beneath her Notice

Chapter Eleven: Plausible Deniability

written by Anonymous author
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Chapter Eleven: Plausible Deniability

The accident could not honestly be repeated.

It could, however, be reconstructed.

“Start again,” Elena instructed.

She left the floor with the Mannheim folder, waited five minutes, and returned. Mara continued working in her Casadei Blades. Adrian remained hidden.

None of them knew he was there.

That was the fiction. Continue reading “Beneath her Notice – Chapter 11 5 (3)