Tag: High heel

The tag high heel is added to stories of many genres. It indicates that the female character/s is/are using high heeled footwear to fulfil her act. Other tags should indicate what kind of action is being done with high heels.

When it’s a trample story the female character is trampling with high heels. If the story is about crushing, she is crushing something with high heels.

Support Part 4 5 (20)

This entry is part 4 of 6 in the series Support

Cash register support’s adventures with his wife Carol continue

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

The sudden release of pressure as Carol stepped down from my face was most welcome, but it didn’t last long.

Betty’s feet immediately replaced Carol’s on my face as she stepped up with first one foot and then the other and stood on my face while she busied herself with the cash register. She stood with her sharp spike heels digging into my chin and her soles mashing down my forehead and eyes. Continue reading “Support Part 4 5 (20)“

Impaled Part 4 3.9 (15)

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series Imapled

The last part of the story about Cyndi and Jim

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

Moving even closer to Jim now, Cyndi extended her right hand and gently patted Jim between his legs saying, “come on Hon, let me take care of that for you.”

Rising from the couch with Jim in hand/tow, Cyndi lead him through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. Jim really did not know what to expect, he thought that he might be led into some kind of dungeon or something, but was put at ease when he arrived at the bottom of the basement stairs and saw a normal basement. This was obviously Cyndi’s playroom, as it contained a full bar, a stereo system, as well as, another wide-screen TV, a comfortable couch, and three chairs. Curiously though, there was no carpet on the floor, just a concrete floor. It seemed strange that she did not have this touch of added warmth to such a cozy room. Continue reading “Impaled Part 4 3.9 (15)“

Impaled Part 3 4.1 (7)

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series Imapled

The story about Cynd and Jim continues

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

In the nearly three weeks since Jim’s chance meeting with Cyndi at Mickey-D’s, Jim thought about Cyndi often but never thought that she would actually call him, until one night while bored watching the same old moves on ‘Smack Down’, the phone rang. Jim picked up the phone and answered with a half-hearted “hello?” “Hello, Jim. How’s my favorite film counter guy doing, how’s your hand,” came Cyndi’s cheery greeting, as she queried Jim about his well-being. “Fine”, Jim responded as he explained that he still needed to be careful with his now deformed/cupped left hand. “Listen”, Cyndi intoned, “my husband is out of town on business, and I am so lonely here all by myself, I’ve made an extra serving of Veal Parmagine, it’s your favorite, have you had dinner yet?” Jim was now excited at the prospect of having dinner with Cyndi, and it was easily detectable in his voice as he answered with an enthusiastic, “NO!” “PERFECT!”, Cyndi chimed, “everything is ready. “My address is 1145 Park Ave., can you make it here in 20 minutes, Jim?” “Yes!”, Jim said. “I’ll see you in 20!” Continue reading “Impaled Part 3 4.1 (7)“

Impaled Part 2 4.1 (8)

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series Imapled

The second part of the story about the woman that loves stepping on hands.

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

It had been three weeks now, and Cyndi had not even given the K-Mart incident a second thought until one morning she stopped at the local Mickey-D’s for a cup of coffee. As Cyndi opened the door of the restaurant and entered, her well-worn heels began to beat a sinisterly melodious melody on the tile floor as she made her way to the order counter. Now only a few feet from the counter, Cyndi noticed a young man with his left hand in a cast and immediately recognized “Film Counter Jim,” the K-Mart employee. Continue reading “Impaled Part 2 4.1 (8)“

Impaled Part 1 4.3 (20)

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Imapled

A story about a woman who loves to step on men’s hands.

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

Cyndi slowly opened her eyes at the sound of the soft classical music coming from the clock radio after a delightful night’s slumber. “WOW!” she thought as she slowly gained all of her senses. Had she really spent seven hours chatting with her new “Foot Pets” on the WWW, yesterday?

From an early age, Cyndi knew she was different, from the time she accidentally crushed an errant and unsuspecting newt under the lethal spike heel of her mother’s 4 1/2-inch strappy sandal while dancing on her back porch, she began hunting victims for her pleasure. Now, with the new website, there would be a never-ending plethora of men fighting to be first to taste the sting of her BZs (you know the hollow heel that causes maximum damage and maximum pain). “Why fight it she thought!” There was plenty of pain in her heels for any and all men. Continue reading “Impaled Part 1 4.3 (20)“

I was destroyed 4.5 (31)

The author remembers one of the more daring tramplings of his life

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

written in August 2002

I have always wanted to push my limits to the max. My wife knows I like taking it to the max, but she always backs off on me. So, I came up with an idea to try… I figured if she could not see the pain on my face or the look of panic in my eyes that she would really pulverize me well. Continue reading “I was destroyed 4.5 (31)“

Support Part 3 4.8 (20)

This entry is part 3 of 6 in the series Support

Support story continues

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

I hadn’t laid there very long when I heard footsteps coming toward me and out of the corner of my eye could see Carol approaching. Apparently, the store had opened because just before Carol reached me I heard someone else approach from the other side of the counter and place something on the counter.

As Carol neared I expected she would sort of look at me and acknowledge me lying there before she stepped up on me, but she didn’t give me the slightest glance. She just walked right onto me as though I were a natural part of the floor and began to converse with the waiting customer. Continue reading “Support Part 3 4.8 (20)“

Support Part 2 4.8 (17)

This entry is part 2 of 6 in the series Support

The second part of an old story

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

I was excited at the prospect of what I was about to do. Ideas were running through my head like never before. At last, I had something I could do to demonstrate my worth. I’ll show her I can support her. Perhaps I should have thought the thing through more, but I was on a roll and nothing was going to stop me now. Continue reading “Support Part 2 4.8 (17)“

The Scarecrow 4.7 (21)

The author fantasizes about taking a place of an old scarecrow lying in a yard.

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

It started out as a complaint. I have been finding cigarette butts in my garden for the last few weeks, since school started. I live in a college town next to a 5-bedroom house that is rented out to students regularly. I was out there one day and heard some girls talking on the other side of my fence, and then a cigarette butt came flying over the fence. I immediately went next door to confront them. I knocked on the door and a pretty young blond answered the door. It was fall time so she was dressed in jeans, Uggs, and a sweatshirt. I confronted her about the cigarette and she said it must be one of her roomies. She led me through the house to the backyard. I saw 2 girl’s near the fence, though they seemed tall for an 8-foot-tall fence. I looked down and noticed them standing on top of a scarecrow, which was on top of some logs or something. Continue reading “The Scarecrow 4.7 (21)“

University Life Part 21 4.6 (21)

This entry is part 21 of 32 in the series University Life

In this part Rod gets some time under high heel stilettos

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

The girls left for the club after dinner and I sat doing some coursework for the following week. As the evening passed the pain in my head kept getting worse and worse. They had really done a number on me and looking in the mirror the area round the treadmarks on my face was very bruised. Feeling inside my mouth I could feel the imprints of Erin’s boot treads where she had totally flattened my flesh. Continue reading “University Life Part 21 4.6 (21)“