Tag: Hand trampling

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Wedding Surprise Part 10 0 (0)

This entry is part 10 of 10 in the series Wedding Surprise

Dan’s wedding night adventure continues

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

Nancy went back into her room and put on a pair of red thong panties, a matching bra, and a pair of sheer tan stockings. She slipped back into her black patent pumps, looked in the mirror, and turned to find Dan. She silently strode into the living room and saw Dan asleep on the couch in front of the TV. She tiptoed up to the couch and jumped up into the air, landing with her ass right on Dan’s chest. Dan woke up coughing and gasping from her blow. „What are you doing?“ he demanded. Nancy smiled at him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. „I just wanted to say thanks for being nice to me. Can I play with you?“ She said seductively. Dan thought for a second and then asked, „What did you have in mind?“ Nancy answered, „Maybe a little foot worship and some soft trampling?“ „What about Tracy and Vivian?“ Dan asked. „Oh, I don’t think they’ll bother us.“ Nancy said. „Why don’t you lie down and I’ll tie you up.“ Nancy said. Dan eagerly slipped off the couch and onto the floor. Nancy tied Dan down so that he was spread-eagled. She stood over him and lifted a spiked heel. „Open.“ She said. Dan opened his mouth as Nancy slipped her heel deep inside. „Suck.“ She said. Dan sucked on her heel as she slid it in and out. Dan was starting to relax and enjoy it when Nancy suddenly thrust her heel into his mouth and scraped the back of his throat. Dan yelped out as Nancy quickly pulled her heel from his throat. „Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you OK?“ she asked, acting concerned. „I’ll be fine. Just be careful.“ Dan said. „Careful?“ Nancy asked with a sarcastic tone. „Like the way Vivian and Tracy were careful with me?“ Dan looked at her, a little confused. „What are you getting at?“ He asked. „Why the hell didn’t you stop them?“ Nancy demanded as she dropped a knee onto Dan’s sternum. „Ouch!“ Dan yelled out. „Stop acting like this! I did what I had to do to get them where I wanted them!“ He said. „Oh, I see.“ Nancy said. „Well, now I have you where I want you. And you are going to pay!“ Continue reading “Wedding Surprise Part 10 0 (0)“

Beach Concert Hand Trample 5 (2)

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

Publisher’s notice:

AJ wrote this originally as a forum post, so there are throughout the story some explanations, tips-and-tricks, how-tos, and best practices for like-minded people. 

First, tips for concert crushes:

Buy a lawn ticket and get there early. Once it’s dark, it’s difficult to tell from a distance who has heels on, so watch the girls coming in while it is still light, noting the outfits of the girls with heels (you’d be surprised how easy they are to find later). It’s better to look for girls with high-heeled boots on, as the girls tend to keep them on the entire show. Too often, a girl with high-heeled SHOES removes them and goes barefoot eventually. Low heels are better than high heels, as the girls usually raise them off the ground enough to get your finger beneath them. High-heels are already so extreme, a girl notices she’s standing on you more easily. This is less true, the softer or muddier the surface is, and works backwards in soft sand, as I’ll discuss below. Also, many times, a woman’s high heels drive your fingers apart and slip between them as she steps down, not on top of them. Even worse, stilettos easily (and horribly) pinch finger skin or the web of your hand, missing your fingers. You haven’t experienced pain until you’ve had a woman calmly stand on the web of your hand in heels for minute after eternal minute while she talks to her boyfriend! Cowboy boots allow for a long-time, very satisfying hand and finger crush, and are VERY hard-core if a tall woman is wearing them! Continue reading “Beach Concert Hand Trample 5 (2)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 3 (5)

written by andsonpoa
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

A few days later, I stopped by to see Ida-Lisa, who was alone in the store. She looked less annoyed than the last time I’d seen her. She was unpacking some things, so I could watch her in peace. I liked it when she dropped an empty bag on the floor and accidentally stepped on it. “This is where the bags should be,” I said, my voice tinged with longing. “What kind of person are you?” Ida-Lisa asked as she turned around, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Hi, my name is Ove,” I said, glancing at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “Oh, really?” Ida-Lisa replied. “I’m going to work as a walkway mat from now on,” I said, casting another glance at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I didn’t order anything like that, but lie down in front of, or rather, behind, the checkout counter, and I’ll give it a try.” I walked over and lay down. I had barely settled in when the first customer walked in. Ida-Lisa walked toward me with a welcoming smile for the customer, who didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. She just picked out what she wanted and lined it up at the register. Standing gently on me, Ida-Lisa talked with her. They then stood there chatting about nothing for a while. I enjoyed being flattened under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I know you’ve started working out, but I didn’t realize it would affect your height,” said the customer, who happened to be the known hairdresser, amused. She leaned over the counter and looked down at me as I lay there, smiling at her. “You’re such a dodgeball, lying there,” she said with a playful wink in my direction. “Yeah, I’m lying here enjoying myself under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops.” Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 3 (5)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 3.5 (4)

This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series Trampling girl in a store

The author writes about experiences with a likeminded girl who trampled him on multiple occasions

written by andsonpoa
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

Right on time every day, a very cute girl with the most wonderful figure I’d ever laid my eyes on showed up outside my small workshop space. During the summer, her very beautiful and sexy feet were tucked into one of several different pairs of flip-flops. I don’t know why she always arrived at exactly same time, though I knew she worked at one of the nearby stores. I had my little repair shop in a basement room with a small window facing an open staircase with three steps. The company that owns the building has set up a collection point for recyclables. I could watch, relatively undisturbed, as the girl climbed those few steps. One day, she apparently couldn’t fit a cardboard box into the slot where they were supposed to be placed. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her drop the box down below the stairs and stomp on it, flattening it. She used her wonderful feet to bend it up before bending down to pick it up. Her blue eyes met mine as she stared straight into my eyes with an amused smile. She waved at me teasingly, and I responded with a blown kiss. Unfortunately, I couldn’t open the window, so I could only stare at her gorgeous feet as she climbed back up the stairs. Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 3.5 (4)“

The Violinist 4 (2)

A female author writes about devotion to a dominant female from male perspective, very seductive, well written

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

first published 15.05.2018

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 hard wood 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.

I hadn’t seen him for years. We’d fallen out as I grew up, drifted apart. His death had devastated me nonetheless, not the death of who he had been then, but of who he was all those years ago. The idea that I would never, that no one would ever, hear him play again was too much, too painful. That something that beautiful, that untouchably sublime, could just disappear forever. I wept for the music as much, more perhaps, than for the man. I wept for days, lost in despair, raging against the futility of it all, the cruelty of impermanence, the silence. Continue reading “The Violinist 4 (2)“

First time getting trapped under shoes 4.8 (5)

written by ausdoormat
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

I remember, since I was young, wanting to be walked on, stood on by girls.

At school, when I was very young, I would look at the teachers’ heels but was always too scared to put my finger or hands near them

I remember sitting on the grass area one day for an outdoor event and a teacher saying, “Please sit behind the yellow line on the grass; make sure your hands are behind the yellow line.”

If your fingers and hands are not behind the line, I will stand on them.

Then she walked along the line. Continue reading “First time getting trapped under shoes 4.8 (5)“

Leaf Man Part 12 5 (1)

This entry is part 12 of 13 in the series Leaf Man

Part 12 of Groundview’s Leaf Man

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

Crystal and Rebecca are still standing motionless on me, as I struggle to maintain breath in my lungs. Both of Crystal’s hiking boots are still mashing into my swollen face.

Her boot treads have sunk into my skin, as the leaves and twigs, she stands on, don’t offer any resistance to her solid weight. I’m dimming out, even though my broken jaw sends waves of pain, that would keep anyone else awake. The unknown woman who’s been standing on my legs has her sharp heel’s doing a nice job of cutting off the circulation in my thigh muscles. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 12 5 (1)“

Leaf Man Part 11 5 (1)

This entry is part 11 of 13 in the series Leaf Man

Part 11 of Groundview’s Leaf Man

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

Rebecca, the high school student, is wearing frayed dirty black, flat-heeled boots. Her leather boots’ scent is very strong, the smell makes me so hot.

But then suddenly Rebecca turns to her side and then steps back with one foot and lands her boot partly against the side of my face. Crystal then moves closer to Rebecca to stand completely on my right side’s hidden arm with both her nasty treaded hiking boots.

“I waited for you at my house, where were you, I can’t be late again!!” – Crystal yelled at Rebecca! Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 11 5 (1)“

Leaf Man Part 10 5 (1)

This entry is part 10 of 13 in the series Leaf Man

Part 10 of Groundview’s Leaf Man story

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

“One Two Three Jump… They both come down on me at once!

I hear a sound like a TV test tone. Time slides forward very slowly. I can hear my heart beating.

“One Two Three Jump… I taste my guts. My back cracks again with another flash.

My hand is stung with a heel but I don’t feel a thing…

“One two three Jump. …” Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 10 5 (1)“

Memories behind the theatre curtain 4.5 (86)

Working as a crew member for a theatre company has its advantages.

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

Many years ago I used to be a part of the cast/crew for (live) theatre productions. Never did anything professional but more being a background actor for some plays and musicals outside of work/school.

In addition to acting, since these weren’t professional productions and we all did it for fun, I also helped the crew with setting up the stage/props.  Occasionally I even helped the costume designer with organizing/moving stuff. I didn’t mind helping too much since a lot of the people that volunteered to do that stuff were older and I was one of the only younger guys.

Helping with the costumes, I always got flustered when the actresses asked me for an opinion on how a pair of heels/boots looked with their costume. I was never intentionally weird about it as I would not want to make a woman uncomfortable.

However the one time I gave in to temptation was when the costume designer asked me to move some boxes/racks of shoes to the women’s dressing room, and unpack them/polish them if necessary.

Continue reading “Memories behind the theatre curtain 4.5 (86)“