A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
The tag hand trampling is added to stories that have scenes of hand or finger trampling.
Any particular story can have scenarios other than hand trampling. That would be indicated by other tags in that story. The story can also be just about hand or finger trampling.
Clever schoolboy gets his hand crushed under the high heels of his teacher without her knowing.
Age seven was a productive year for me in terms of hand and finger trample. I knew my fascination with ladies high heels was unusual, and I couldn’t precisely understand why they drove me mad, but I took every opportunity to get close to them.
This part ends the scene from previous parts with some dancing and multi trampling
After being softened up by Erin’s Uggs, my face was instantly on fire as the brutal treads of Leanne’s Doc Martins marched and bounced to the beat. In total darkness, under her treads and with my hands still pinned under Alina and Riah I tried to get into the zone and just suffer through it. I lost track of how many tunes Leanne stayed on my face for but it was either 5 or 6. When she finally stepped onto my chest I felt the pressure on my right hand lighten as Alina stepped from my hand straight onto my face. A second later Leanne’s boot stomped down hard on my hand. Erin stepped off my cock onto my left arm pinning it and Riah stepped up onto my cock. The whole motion took them only a couple of seconds from Leanne stepping off my face to them all having changed places and it dawned on me that this punishment was not going to end soon. Continue reading “University Life Part 11“
a repair man gets his hands repeatedly stepped on by women in an office wearing high heels
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. As I was working on this unit, a tall middle aged woman came by and walked across the end of my drop cloth with her spike heeled shoes. Her heels left some really nice imprints on the drop cloth. I found that watching this was a real turn on so I decided to reposition the drop cloth so that the women had to walk across it to go down this small corridor between the wall and this partition which separated the copier from the first desk. The drop cloth was 6′ by 3′ so I had plenty of room to do my work on one end while having a perfect setup to enable me to watch the women step on it with their spike heels.
man gets his hand knowingly stepped on by a woman at a club
Me and a few mates started the night with a heavy drinking session before heading out to a very popular bar/club near the beach. We got in at about 10pm. As the night wore on I got more intoxicated and started to think of trying for either a trample or hand crush.
finger crush under an uncaring woman’s heels
It has been a few years since I have actually had any part of my anatomy crushed by a woman so this experience last week was a real treat. Now that I am married, I find that it is a little harder to get my fingers trampled while not only trying not to be noticed by the woman stepping on them but also my wife. I mean, I’m sure she would get pissed at me being turned on by having parts of myself trampled by some other, strange woman. Anyway, I was on vacation last week, and she had to work so I was all on my own for a whole week. I always liked antiques and especially enjoyed looking for antique audio equipment and lp records.
The author remembers his first visit to a Domme. He was pleasantly surprised by the trampling experience he had received.
I haven’t been trampled for some time now so I decided to break down and see a domme. This was the first time I had ever been to a professional so it was a big change for me. Previously I had been walked on by whoever I was dating at the time (with mixed results). But not seeing anyone for a while left my trample needs unfulfilled. So through a friend of a friend of a friend I contacted a mistress and discussed my interests. She seemed cool with the whole idea and agreed to meet with me. Continue reading “First Time With A Domme“
The author wrote a well-written fantasy about an ordinary man being sexually humiliated and used by a beautiful young woman wanting to use him for some fun.
Author warnings:
This story contains some elements that might be considered racism. However, if you read it you will know the race is NOT the focus.
Also, the story is fiction inspired by some of my own true experiences.
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It is close to 2 AM. Lin stands uncomfortably in the packed subway. Being a grad student on a student visa and the only son of a poor Chinese family, he often stays late into the night in the research lab with the hope that his outstanding academic performance will one day land him a nice paying job and take some pressure off his parents. Unfortunately, that often means a general lack of sleep and social life. At 26 years old he belongs to the increasingly rare breed of men that have never dated a girl. Of course, his shy demeanor does not help, either. In any case, his current dilemma doesn’t involve any specific girl. Rather, it’s the rush of new year’s eve party-goers trying to get home. Combined with the sudden snow throughout the day, the train is unusually crowded.
The train shudders to a stop and the door opens. More people get on and the crowd pushes Lin in front of a line of seats. Obviously, all the seats are occupied long ago so the only thing he can do is just keep his eyes open in case anyone decides to get off. Looking around him it seems that he is surrounded by shit-faced drunkards that can barely tell where they are. That’s when he finally notices the beautiful woman seated right in front of him. She looks to be about the same age as him. Her perfectly clean face exudes a cold beauty like a classic Roman marble statue. She is wearing earphones and her wavy long blond hair drapes over her shoulders like something from an oil painting. The expensive form-fitting flare coat on her body doesn’t hide the sexy curves beneath it. Her right leg is crossed over her left in a feminine fashion. Her legs are covered in long black tights that end in a pair of black knee-high boots. The heels are about 4 inches in length and about 1 cm in diameter at the bottom. The few nerdy girls Lin knows in his life don’t dress like this at all so he is taking this chance to secretly get an eyeful. Continue reading “Late Night Train“
The author remembers an unknown hand trampling experience on a sandy beach
Another great place for finger crush is near the heavy extension cords running from the sound booth to the stage, as the girls get used to stepping on the cords and don’t think your hand is unusual when you put it down there. Unfortunately, there weren’t any girls wearing hard shoes there the other night, and being stepped on in beach tongs just doesn’t do it for me.
After the concert, I did the bar thing, sitting on a dance platform and getting my hands stepped on by all manner of heels and shoes, but nothing really stands out, other than that the girls were SMOKIN’! Continue reading “Sound booth stage hand crush“
The author wrote a story about an intended rape victim who turned the power play against her attacker crippling him in the process
It was an incredibly hot summer. One of the hottest on record. It was bad enough that Suzanne had to leave the office late each day that week, but this night was especially frustrating. The legal meeting on the pending merger was intense and tonight’s dinner meeting uptown didn’t end with any final understanding of a path forward. The taxi strike was just the icing on the cake. As Suzanne sat down in the subway car, she was all but exhausted.
Her long red hair sat on her shoulders, damp with sweat. The heat on the subway seemed even more unbearable than the heat outside. Suzanne looked around the empty subway car. She glanced ahead through the door at the far end of the car and noticed the next car was empty too. Honestly, she wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole train was empty. Alone on a subway after midnight… “Not too smart,” she thought. The good thing was that this was the express train. There were two stops and then a long 20-minute ride with no stops that would drop her at the downtown station right next to the police station. Heck, maybe she could even get some sleep along the way.
At that moment, the train made one of the only two local stops. A middle-aged man slowly stepped onto the train. He had a buzz cut and some grey stubble for a beard. He wore some loose grey sweat pants and a white T-shirt. As the door closed he walked slowly down the center aisle towards Suzanne. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Something seemed …off. Continue reading “Midnight Train to Jail“
The author wrote about his recent experience, unknowing hand trampling on a sidewalk
Tonight was another great night for getting my fingers stepped on! It was closing time for the bars and people were hanging around on the sidewalk socializing and waiting for cabs. All I had to do was pick out a nice-looking girl that happened to be standing near the curb, then sit down next to her.
They seldom (if ever) pay any attention to you, usually, they’ve been drinking and are way too preoccupied with the other people around them to notice what they’re standing on! Actually, I got my hand stepped on by at least 8 different women within 20 minutes, and most of them did happen to notice fairly quickly. Even after they step off I leave my hand right there, hoping they’ll be intentionally cruel and step back onto it. This seldom happens, but usually, within a couple of minutes I can get my hand into position to be stepped on again by the same girl “accidentally”. Continue reading “Fingers stepped on mercilessly“