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.

Ran over by girl on snowmobile 4.8 (31)

The author wrote about a personal experience of a girl who shared his fetish. He explains in great detail their exploration which involved a winter season, snow, and a snowmobile

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

I went home on leave a few weeks ago and had the most amazing experience I have had yet and found a new trampler!

My family all tries to get together out at my uncle’s farm for the holidays, this is where I spent most of my time as a kid and lived for several years. This year I wasn’t able to make it for Thanksgiving and will be busy around Christmas so I decided to just pick out three weeks in between (one of the good and bad things about the military is you earn plenty of time off but it is hard to use it when you would like to).

As it turned out it couldn’t have worked out better, because one of my younger cousin Casey’s friends was home visiting also. Becky is 23, about 5’6″, dark blond shoulder-length wavy hair, hazel eyes, and around 120lbs. Continue reading “Ran over by girl on snowmobile 4.8 (31)“

The Ground 4.9 (24)

The author wrote an interesting take on the false floor story type, about a bridal party whose hostess was in on the trample experience.

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

I lay there with Katy standing on my chest. It was autumn so she had on some fur-lined wedge-heeled boots, with her jeans tucked in with a hoodie. She had no idea I was there. She was talking on her phone and shuffling around. I was enjoying the view of her ass when her boot sole crashed down on my face as she walked around talking. The lug sole crushed down diagonally across my cheek and nose as she strode toward the railing, completely deforming my face as she walked right across it. It was just a part of the ground after all. Continue reading “The Ground 4.9 (24)“

Sound booth stage hand crush 4.3 (7)

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 (7)“

Her private CBT dancefloor 4.8 (25)

A story about a woman who had castrated a man by dancing on his manhood. Written from the female’s perspective with very detailed descriptions

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

What follows is the account of a woman, 27 years old, who won a competition thrown by an underground fetish club. Her highly unusual prize was to be given sole access to a specially cordoned-off section of dance-floor on a raised stage on the next fetish club night. Under this floor lay the second winner of this bizarre competition, an unnamed 37-year-old man. The man was completely covered by the raised stage, except for his penis and testicles which were protruding through a tight hole in the stage. Below the stage floor, he was naked, and for his own safety, his arms and legs were strapped to the real floor below. The stage floor itself was one-inch thick plyboard except for a small strip of thick glass above the man’s eyes. With no lighting below the stage, it was impossible to see his face through this glass, however, he himself was able to see the room above which, although dark, was sporadically illuminated by the club lighting system. Continue reading “Her private CBT dancefloor 4.8 (25)“

Midnight Train to Jail 4.6 (17)

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 (17)“

School Day Stomping 4 (10)

The author wrote a fantasy about trampling by two of his female schoolmates while discovering that he liked it

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

Part 1

I was still in high school at the time, but this happened on a Saturday when the school was closed. I was on my way to the store and decided to take a shortcut through the schoolyard. There was a parking lot in the back, hidden from view from the street, and through it, I walked. When I entered the lot I saw two figures sitting on the school steps. As I got closer I saw that they were two girls that I knew from class, Suzanne, a shapely blonde, and Leah, a gorgeous redhead with whom I was madly in love. But alas, she did not return my affections. I would even go so far as to say that she despised me. Both wore skintight jeans and blouses, Leah’s a white, and Suzanne’s a red one. Leah was trying on a pair of red stilettos, which I gathered Suzanne was lending her. I remember her wearing them before. Suzanne had on a pair of black boots, ankle-high with high stacked heels. Continue reading “School Day Stomping 4 (10)“

Marla and friends trample hands 4.8 (13)

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 4.8 (13)“

Barbeque Trample 4.4 (11)

The author remembers an experience involving face trampling which he did not instigate but took an opportunity that presented itself.

written by rm131
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

OMG, I have got to tell you what happened to me yesterday. It was without a doubt the best trample experience I have ever had.

It was a fantastic day yesterday and I decided to invite a couple of female friends around for a barbeque. The girls have been good friends for a few years now but have no idea about my trample fetish. They turned up at the house together looking stunning Angela has dark hair and is 5’2” and around 115lbs (Size 36 foot). Donna is a blond, around 5’5” and is a little heavier at around 125” (Size 38) Both girls have beautiful figures. Angela was wearing a pink top, blue denim shorts and pink flip flops with a sole about 2” thick. Donna was wearing a white t-shirt, white shorts, and platform denim mules about 4” thick. Continue reading “Barbeque Trample 4.4 (11)“

Bridget, my dream girl! 4.8 (5)

An excellent author has written an erotic story that captures power play between a dominant woman and a man wanting to be her sub. He masterfully depicts erotic views of food and object crushing and trampling.

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

Bridget was bright, and we had (mainstream) shared interests. And she was married, so in a way that made approaching her easier. She was doing very nicely, thank you, and she was never going to leave that nest. But I knew, now, how to eroticize even the business of being second best. As time went on, and as we got closer, I wrote poems and letters for her, setting out my fantasies, where she was obviously the target. Actual letters, that she could have shown people. I wanted her to use me, I made clear, and in pretty much any way she saw fit. I’d lay myself at her feet, for her pleasure. She didn’t even have to consider proper sex.

I sent her photos, too. Of me, and of people who were important to me. Then, one day, out of the blue, they were returned, by post. She’d sent them back – crumpled and dirty, with clear shoeprints and heel marks all over them, along with the general mud and shit. There was a scribbled note, along with the pictures. She said she’d dropped them by the back door, where she’d been taking the dogs in and out (yes, another doggy girl, which makes you wonder?) and she’d forgotten they were there, for a day or two. She said she was sorry, and that actually she thought it had been a combination of the mud and the bottoms of her trainers had made the worst of the mess of them. Continue reading “Bridget, my dream girl! 4.8 (5)“

The Spurs 4.8 (6)

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 4.8 (6)“