Tag: Hand trampling

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University Life Part 11 4.9 (35)

This entry is part 11 of 32 in the series University Life

This part ends the scene from previous parts with some dancing and multi trampling

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

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 4.9 (35)“

Dance floor hand crush 4.2 (9)

man gets his hand knowingly stepped on by a woman at a club

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

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.

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Antique shop finger crush 4.3 (16)

finger crush under an uncaring woman’s heels

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

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.

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First Time With A Domme 4.6 (16)

The author remembers his first visit to a Domme. He was pleasantly surprised by the trampling experience he had received.

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

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 4.6 (16)“

Late Night Train 4.4 (14)

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.

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

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 4.4 (14)“

Sound booth stage hand crush 4.3 (8)

The author remembers an unknown hand trampling experience on a sandy beach

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

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 4.3 (8)“

Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (19)

The author wrote a story about an intended rape victim who turned the power play against her attacker crippling him in the process

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

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 4.6 (19)“

Fingers stepped on mercilessly 4.2 (6)

The author wrote about his recent experience, unknowing hand trampling on a sidewalk

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

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 4.2 (6)“

Marla and friends trample hands 4.9 (15)

The author remembers having his hands knowingly trampled in a dance club while acting drunk

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Foot Stories Specialist

Having your fingers crushed by a woman who either doesn’t know she’s smashing them or doesn’t know you and doesn’t care is the best! On Saturday nights I’ll find a dance club with raised dance platforms about waist high with railings. Then I’ll stand on the lower dance floor and lean casually against a platform with some gorgeous babe dancing there, and nonchalantly place my hand near her foot. In the past, when she’d step on my fingers, I’d leave them there ’til she noticed and apologized, then move to another area of the club. I usually got stomped once, maybe twice, but, it wasn’t anything to write home about. Since then, I’ve found it’s better to act completely drunk…so drunk you don’t feel what is being done to your hand. When the lady tries to get your attention to have you move your hand, just ignore her. Keep on dancing “drunk” or if she’s really blatant about it, look at her with glassy eyes and just yell, “WWoooooo”, like you are totally clueless! Continue reading “Marla and friends trample hands 4.9 (15)“

The Spurs 4.9 (7)

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

Part 1

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 4.9 (7)“