A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
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.
High school student wants to be under the heels of his hot teacher. He slowly lets her know. And she responds.
When I was a freshmen in high school I had an english teacher who was in her early twenties, she was about 5’5″ blond hair and a real knockout. I remember she almost always wore heels of different heights but mostly 3 1/2 inch ones.
Student is forced to sit at the feet of his teacher during a class movie. She proceeds to use him as a footrest for her boots.
We were watching a Shakespeare video for a double English class. My English teacher was a knockout – all the guys had the hots for her. She wore very tight jeans. Had a killer bod, only about 5’3″. And she ALWAYS wore high heels of some kind and today it was a nice pair of boots.
Miss Porter had pulled all the curtains and turned off the lights and the video was about to start. Everyone was talking – except me. She sat on the table out the front of the class and said “Everyone be quiet! The next person who speaks will have to watch the video sitting on the floor at my feet!”
A couple of stories about a “macho debate” between a boy and a girl wearing heels during high school.
Hi again folks, this is another moment of being in the right place at the right time.
During my final year at school I got a lot of trample experience especially from those hormone raged girls, at the moment only one really sticks out.
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.
Kevincarpet gets trampled at a lesbian birthday party.
Another Kevincarpet story from back in the day.
Also included at the end are a few comments from readers about the story & Kevin’s responses.
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What a crazy time..This party had a stilt walking girl..Fire eating girls and lots of go-go’s….
Ok, so when I got there another carpet friend was there too (which was great cause he drove me home later). There was room here for 2 party carpets..My other carpet friend took the side of the bar (also a small but busy spot..)
Famous NYC trample performer Kevincarpet recounts one crazy night.
Kevincarpet was a well known trample performance artist in New York City, circa the early 2000’s. He’d bring a carpet to a nightclub, put it over himself near the bar and let the women step on him all night while they waited for their drinks.
This is his account of one great night.
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The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
I knew though that today would be very special. I was accompanying her to her friend’s wedding. At the very least she would need to acknowledge my existence, to treat me like her partner in front of other people. So, after a few uneventful hours beneath the floorboards, I drove her to the venue, a beautiful old manor house surrounded by rolling green countryside. We walked through the gates arm in arm and she introduced me to some of her friends on the terrace. Continue reading “Celeste Part 9“
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
Celeste spent the next couple of hours chatting to friends on the phone while I, naked in the corner, set to work licking clean her shoes and those of her friends. I knew I had to do a good job to avoid as much pain as possible but felt my tongue running bone dry by the time I started on the fourth pair, I could feel the shallow ridges of the sole cutting into its surface as Celeste joked with one of her friends about hooking up with a new man at the wedding. I carried on, licking each of eight pairs of black stilettos clean, inside and out, feeling my parched tongue follow their patent black curves, wrapping my cracking lips around those tall slender heels. Continue reading “Celeste Part 8“
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
Some weeks later, I was awoken by Celeste swinging her feet from the bed and placing them on my face, without even thinking I began to lick at her insteps as she sat on the edge of the bed considering what to wear to work that day.
I felt her bare foot slide down across my chest and rub up and down my body, almost affectionately. This was strange. The big toe of her other foot dipped between my lips as her foot snaked down and began to rub gently against my cock. What was going on? It had been months since she had done anything that suggested I was anything more than her carpet and shoe cleaner, had something changed? I know that she and Steve were no longer seeing each other, but did that mean we would go back to how we were? Continue reading “Celeste Part 7“
The story primarily involves psychological aspects of femdom intertwined with humiliation and physical abuse.
I found myself once more beneath the floorboards as I heard her key turn in the lock later that evening. She was on the phone with Jane as she strode in. As usual, she barely looked down as she began wiping her shoes on my upturned face. I tasted the grit of the street on the hard soles as they pushed painfully down on my battered tongue and lips. All she cared about was that her shoes were clean.
“You wouldn’t believe it. It was the most amazing night”.
She slipped a barefoot out of one shoe and began wiping it slowly back and forth from heel to toes against my outstretched tongue, dipping her toes in and out to ensure the spaces between them were perfectly cleaned. Continue reading “Celeste Part 6“