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.

Caught out at the Movies part 2 3.9 (18)

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series Caught out at the Movies

The second part of the story about the consequences of the thief being caught by his prey

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

John made his way outside and turned to walk up a nearby alleyway when a voice behind him startled him. “Are you alright?” a female voice said. “you look like you’ve gone ten rounds with Ali,” she said. John turned and was confronted by three girls who grabbed him and pushed him into a car. John struggled but two were sitting on him in the back seat while the other one drove. The driver spoke, “Two weeks ago some asshole stole my purse while I was watching a film and I couldn’t figure out how until we saw you disappear under the seats tonight. We were the right opposite when you stopped and decided to move seats right on top of you.”

“Shit,” thought John “they weren’t late in,” John spoke out loud for the first time. “You knew I was there and you deliberately stood on my face, what sort of bitch are you.” Continue reading “Caught out at the Movies part 2 3.9 (18)“

Caught out at the Movies part 1 4.8 (6)

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series Caught out at the Movies

A story about a thief in a movie theatre

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

John could be classed as a typical teenager. It’s just, he was never that big. At 14 years of age, he still hadn’t reached the five-foot mark which was strange, to say the least for an African. John was not overly bothered about this problem however as he could put this to good use.

John firmly believed that any possible way of getting his hands on other peoples money was perfectly alright providing he never got caught and his latest little scam was working a treat. Allow me to explain. Continue reading “Caught out at the Movies part 1 4.8 (6)“

Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)

A story about a secretary hired to dominate her boss

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

I knew this was no ordinary office. The dress code alone was a tip-off as were the outrageous salaries. But I’d been desperate for a job any job that would allow me to stay in the city to be independent of the demands from which I’d yearned for so very long to escape. They’d conducted oodles of interviews and hours of testing and finally said my psych profile was ideal for it. Whatever that meant.

I was nervous the first day on the job but determined to brazen it out. Little did I suspect what I would be made to endure that first day. The secretaries were all stunning but it was something other than perfect features or perfect bodies that accounted for that. I’d never seen such an assortment of short skirts and low-cut blouses in a professional setting. Even more so I’d never seen people look so happy to be at work on a Monday morning.

No one spoke to me except to say good morning. They all smiled and nodded politely. There was a measure of vitality that was starkly different than all the other offices I’d worked in over the years. I’d been shown to my desk and told to have a seat there until the boss called me in. I’d met him briefly a couple of times in my second and third interviews after the long batteries of brain-picking tests. He’d struck me as average – average height dark and swarthy average build tending to lean if anything. His demeanor was anything but average. Continue reading “Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)“

Jenny: The return 3.9 (14)

A story about a young adult being dominated by a younger girl

written by BK
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It had been half a year of keeping a low profile since I had last seen Jenny, the attractive sporty teen who had, along with her friends brought about the most humiliating experience of my life. Since then I had turned 18 and lost my girlfriend (who thought I was a wimp and got involved with strange people).

However, had I but known that things were about to return to that all time low I would have caught a different bus or no bus at all.

It was the height of summer and the weather was ridiculously hot. I got onto the bus to the town centre and sat down at the back, on a seat that faced backwards so I could see the road behind me (I preferred to travel this way).

After a few stops, the bus gradually filled up. My seat remained fairly empty though. The bus stopped yet again in the towns suburbs. After a clamour of people getting on and off it moved again.

“Hello there.” Came an excited female voice as an enthusiatic girl with flowing blonde hair jumped onto the chair next to me, her smooth legs in shorts pushing against mine, I gasped in realisation as to who it was.

“At last I’ve got you. What happened to your year’s slavery then? You disappeared that night, you still owe me you know.” She elobowed me in the ribs. Continue reading “Jenny: The return 3.9 (14)“

Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)

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

My particular attraction for women in high heels really began when one aunt of mine sparkled my attention. So much that I’ll never forget the first pair of high heels I felt a fetish for, a couple of white pumps.

I remember seeing her wearing them for the first time at a family wedding. And she kept wearing them in the next 2 weddings. It was kind of her pair of shoes for special occasions. After some dancing, she would usually take them off, put them in a bag and replace them for a more comfortable and open pair of shoes. One time, she caught me staring at her feet while changing shoes. She just said: “I love these shoes but they really start hurting my feet after some hours. And they get very sweaty too, especially after dancing.” Wow, those were words that a foot/shoe fetishist like myself loved to hear. Continue reading “Accidental heel mark 3.7 (27)“

Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)

A guy gets to be trampled unknowingly while hiding under carpet in carpet store.

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

Before I had left school I had a Saturday job working in the local carpet shop (warehouse) as a general hand. This is a true story I thought might interest you.

One of the secretaries (Debbie was her name) always wore high heel shoes or boots and thought nothing of walking or climbing all over the rolls of carpet. I got to work a little early one morning and while nobody was looking I piled up some carpet offcut in the doorway of the office. Then I hid behind some rolls of carpet and waited until Debbie came in. I heard the clip-clop of her heels on the wooden piece of the floor just down the corridor, as she came to the door of her office she walked straight on to the carpet then went into the office. Continue reading “Carpet Roll Trample 4.5 (15)“

Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)

A guy remembers being unknowingly stepped by many girls while hiding behind bleachers

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Too often I played under the bleachers in high school. I frequently put my finger under the high heels of many, many women standing up on the bleachers.

Without exception, the crushing was with such force that I still today have several scars on my hands and fingers and partial numbness on the side of my right pinkie for about a two months afterward. The thing that was so exciting was that as several girls leaned back on my finger with their spikes, they had no idea what they were stepping on. In the back of their mind, they may have thought that their stance wasn’t quite right, but that was to be expected since there was a lot of stuff like paper cups wooden drink stirrers on the board. Continue reading “Unknowing Finger Crush 3.7 (7)“

Class Project Demonstration 4.2 (22)

A guy asked his brother’s girlfriend to help out with his class project

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

I remember, some years ago when I was at the age of 13, my first trampling experience. I had, as far as I could remember, been having thoughts and dreams about it my whole life, and until the events in this story I could never quite work out why.

My first trampling experience came about as the result of a project for my physics class. I’m sure you’ve all seen or heard the famous comparison between an elephant and a woman in stiletto heels. It was my task over the Christmas holidays to prepare a presentation about pressure, and how weight is more or less irrelevant when working with such small areas.

Not being a scientific person myself, I found that I didn’t understand exactly why a woman in stiletto heels would do more damage to a floor than an elephant. Surely, the elephant would fall through the floor, or cause it to bend?

Continue reading “Class Project Demonstration 4.2 (22)“

Theater Actress Unknown Trampling 2.9 (11)

A man gets his finger crushed by an unwitting theater actress

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

The third time was also at the theater. I was backstage, and the star (a primadonna, about 5’8″, blond, big blue eyes, early 20’s, about 130lbs.) was rushing along a black border curtain to go change costumes. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her.

Continue reading “Theater Actress Unknown Trampling 2.9 (11)“

Late Night 3.9 (12)

A story of a man who confessed to his significant other that she is not cruel enough to satisfy his deepest fantasies

written by paulzy
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Ms. Shelley and I were returning to her condo from the bar. She just moved in at the beginning of the month to help out her recently separated sister and her 5yr old son. On our ride home, we had been discussing the subject of dominance and submission (which we do frequently) and had both gotten carried away with our wants and desires from the scene. We were pretty drunk and I had the courage to suggest that Ms. Shelley hadn’t been cruel enough, hadn’t been harsh enough to satisfy my deepest needs. She turned to me with a look I had never seen in her, she blew her smoke in my face and said “Oh? Well, we will see about that!” Continue reading “Late Night 3.9 (12)“