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.

True Finger Crushing 4.2 (5)

The author remembers tricking a friend into crushing his fingers unknowingly

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

It started from a conversation with a woman named Cindy. I had worked with her for a while at the bookstore and now that we were both on to more “professional” careers I thought I could utilize our acquaintance for some hand crushing and trampling.

I decided to call her and explain that I was working with a friend who shot demos for shoe company commercials. These demos were NOT commercials themselves but spot demos that gave the client an idea of what the real ads would entail. I told her that I needed a shoe model and that we would be able to pay her $20.00 an hour. She agreed and I got her shoe size (7 ½) and set the date. Continue reading “True Finger Crushing 4.2 (5)“

False Floor Crush 4.7 (12)

The author remembers an unknown multi-crush experience under a plywood board

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I’m middle-aged now, but as I grew older, and still an avid crush lover for
30 or 40 years, I’ve expanded my need for good, serious crushings. I’ve owned several houses. A few had finished basements. One, in particular, had a wet bar, TV, a pool table, two sofas, and several chairs and was well suited for what was planned.

My girlfriend, thinking we would marry, would do anything for me. I asked her for her help in coming up with a plan to satisfy (at least for a while) my multiple woman crush fantasy. She said, “OK but what can I do?” I paused and said “Throw a party in three weeks for all of your girlfriends, with free food and drinks and secret gifts. I’ll pay for everything.”

I told her that I was going to build a “false floor” at the base of the stairs down to the basement. My mind was racing with the thought of being under several attractive, sexy women in flowing dresses and high heels. Continue reading “False Floor Crush 4.7 (12)“

Lindsay’s Toy 4.7 (22)

The author wrote a fantasy about a dominant girl who realized and tested her influence over a younger boy

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

Part I

On his way home from skateboarding at the park, Bobby took his usual route. He always detoured a couple of blocks out of his way so he would pass by Lindsay’s’ house. After all, there was always a chance he would catch a glimpse of her. He would do almost anything to see her shapely muscular legs and curvy young figure. Her smooth tanned skin, soft black hair and lovely green eyes filled his thoughts as he walked slowly along.

As he rounded the corner and headed up her street it was obvious today was his lucky day! There she was on the front porch painting her fingernails. His heart began to beat faster as he drew nearer to her house. Would she talk to him, or even notice him? Should he say something to her?

Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay saw him coming down the street. She noticed how he seemed nervous, trying not to look like he was staring. She was amused because she knew what a huge crush he had on her. She felt little for the 14-year, other than that it was fun to torment him. The things she could make him do with just a wink and a smile amazed her. The power she had over him was intoxicating and she couldn’t help herself. If he was willing to offer himself up for her abuse that was his problem. She smiled to herself as he made his way past her. A cruel idea popped into her pretty head. Today she could have some fun with him! Continue reading “Lindsay’s Toy 4.7 (22)“

Sweet Sixteen 4.7 (31)

The author remembers his older sister’s 16th birthday

written by CMS
 original source of the story was Unknown source

My sister Heather had always been what my mother called a “Clothes Horse”. She was always very concerned with the way that she looked, even around the house. Her make-up had to be perfect, her clothes had to be top notch and very expensive, her long curly blonde hair was always ready to be photographed. She is six years older than me and I grew up watching her and her friends labor over looking like a model.

I had been interested in trampling since before I was in kindergarten, mostly because of the things she had done to me. When I was barely old enough to walk, and she was 7 or 8 she would pin me under her feet while she sat on the couch and rub my face and chest with them while she looked down at me and giggled. Continue reading “Sweet Sixteen 4.7 (31)“

A Long Road to Recovery 4.9 (14)

A fantasy about multiple nurses trampling a patient in a psychiatric hospital

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

“I just don’t understand this case,” the doctor stated while rubbing his chin. “The police arrest this guy for assaulting his girlfriend, and place him in minimum security just down the hall. His first offense. After a month, he ends up here with severe psychological problems. I just don’t understand.”

John is sitting huddled in the corner, his straight jacket tightly binding his arms to his chest. Sweat beads from his pale face as his eyes stare in fear at some unknown spot on the padded floor.

“And look here,” the doctor says to the group of nurses waiting behind him. He moves closer and points a finger at John’s head. “He has these very unusual small round rashes on his forehead. I can’t figure out what’s causing this skin irritation. The skin looks like it was crushed, but there’s never anything in this room that he can use to do this to himself. I just don’t know.” Continue reading “A Long Road to Recovery 4.9 (14)“

Sophomore Trample 3.7 (15)

The author remembers an occasional trampler from his school years

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

This is all completely true. When I was a Sophomore in high school my English teacher was one of those who really didn’t care about the students and so really didn’t pay attention to what they did( thank God).

Anyway, I was taking Mythology which was a class where students of all different high school levels were in. I made it a point to lay in between two aisles of desks and make like I was tired. Well, there was a girl I knew (a senior) who was so beautiful that all the guys get caught drooling while staring at her (Let us call her Nicole). Nicole saw me in “her” aisle and as her seat was the last one she would have to get past me. That particular day she was wearing 3″ high heels. Continue reading “Sophomore Trample 3.7 (15)“

First high heeled crush 2.7 (11)

A short recollection of a quick unknown hand crush

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

I have recently remembered an event that was probably my first high heeled crush. I would have been about 12 and I was at a jumble sale!
There was a woman, a redhead, standing on piles of clothes that had fallen off the stall. She was wearing brown high heels. As she moved along the stall she continued to trample on the fallen clothes. Continue reading “First high heeled crush 2.7 (11)“

Damsel in Distress 4.6 (20)

A short fantasy about a guy used as a footpath in a puddle

written by Bcarpit
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was a typical late spring day in the midwest. Morning sunshine followed by a sudden downpour only to give way to clear skies. Being an electrician, Bill had spent his share of time out in all kinds of weather. Today was no exception as he had gotten soaked working on some lights in the parking lot of a suburban shopping mall. The workday was done and he was headed to his truck when he was struck by an absolute vision approaching him from the mall.

Beautiful shoulder length blonde hair, about five foot four made taller by the 4-inch heels on the white pumps she wore. She was a goddess in a white floral print dress that showed off her figure and fell just above the knees of her gorgeous legs. Continue reading “Damsel in Distress 4.6 (20)“

Christmas Night Unknowing Finger Crush 4.2 (5)

The author’s recollection of an intense finger crush on a dance floor

written by MagiK_11
 original source of the story was OCMB

This event took place on December 25th, 2004 at a small local bar/club, which one of my friend’s parents owns. When I was in High School with him around grade 11 and 12 we use to go there quite often since his parents owned the place and liked me and gave us free drinks on many occasions. That night I did not go with my friend who’s parents own the bar since he’s currently in Paris, instead, I went there alone to go see his older female cousin who works there and his mother.

The entrance to the place is at ground/street level, but as you walk down a short luminous corridor there are flights of stairs that descend approximately one floor below street level. The bar is right in front of you as you reach the bottom and it’s shaped like an L and there are mirrors all over the place and bottles and cups hanging from the ceiling above the staff. As you walk further into the bar there is a large aquarium built into the wall with about ten fish in it. Once you pass the aquarium and go through a poorly lit door you enter the dance area with large speakers in all the corners and a crappy DJ booth on the upper right-hand side on a platform. Continue reading “Christmas Night Unknowing Finger Crush 4.2 (5)“

Valerie Stomps a Nerd 4.7 (20)

The author wrote a fantasy about special abs training program developed by a female gym teacher

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

At Foothills College, there was a guy named Bryce who was truly a nerd. He was very smart but had neglected both his physical fitness and his social life.

One day, cheerleader Valerie entered the gym and almost tripped over Bryce, who was lying on a mat on the floor, trying to do a sit up. As his large glasses kept slipping down his nose, he asked Valerie if she would hold them in place for him while he tried to sit.

“Even better, I’m going to take them off and put them on the table! You don’t need to wear them when you’re exercising,” she said. “Besides, you look better without them.” Continue reading “Valerie Stomps a Nerd 4.7 (20)“