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.

Party Rug 4.6 (14)

A fictional story, written from a female perspective, about unknown trample of a man at a party where the guests were females only.

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

I was very angry with ’54’.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I number my personal slaves: that way it’s easier for me to remember and it breaks up the monotony of calling them all ‘slave’ or ‘dog’. As an added touch, I make them wear their number painted in red lipstick on their foreheads.

Anyway, he was crying, begging for my forgiveness. He had done something stupid – I can’t remember what it was, I forgot – he was on the floor crying, begging me to punish him so that I would not be angry with him. I walked around him, put my 4″ heel on the crack of his ass, and pushed him to the floor. He fell in a heap, thanking me for touching him again, still crying.

I walked back to his face, my shoes a half inch from his nose. ’54’ knew not to look up, so he stared at shoes, thanking me.

“You do NOT think you’re getting off THAT easy”, I growled. You’ll have to pay a lot more for what you did (to this day I still don’t remember what he did !) Continue reading “Party Rug 4.6 (14)“

Total Surprise 3.5 (12)

The author writes about an unexpected experience with a female acquaintance at a random foot party

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

I’m going through a bit of a tough time with my wife right now and we’ve been separated for about a month.

I started going to this sports bar in town to watch the world series and have befriended a couple of waitresses and bartenders. This one bartender Tracey (not her real name) caught my eye. A Sandra Bullock (sp) look alike and a way about her that was so natural kept me seeking her out when I came in. She was quick to learn my name and greeted me with a glad to see ya smile as she sang a “hi ya doing Bri?” as I find a place to sit. On slow nights we would talk about what we liked to do, food, wine (we both love it) and we got to know a little about our private lives. Continue reading “Total Surprise 3.5 (12)“

Finger crush in Hallmark shop 2.9 (13)

The author recalls an early age finger crush experience

written by CEF1964
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Another of my memories from when I was around 11. I would ride my bike to the local Hallmark gift and greeting card shop. There was a young lady (college age) who worked there. She always seemed to be working when I went. I loved her because she wore very sexy shoes. Most were platform and had wedge heels.

On this particular occasion, I had gone with the intent of sticking baseball cards under ladies’ shoes with two-sided tape so I could watch them walk on/crush them. Unfortunately (or so I thought at first) she was working on the greeting card displays on the aisle where I had the most success since it was furthest from the register. Continue reading “Finger crush in Hallmark shop 2.9 (13)“

Handtrampled in the train 4.2 (15)

The author based the fantasy on the real experience that ended too quickly

written by handtrampled
 original source of the story was Unknown source

She was amazingly beautiful. I had spotted her at first sight as I walked to the train, or to be more precise, I had spotted her high-heeled white leather boots. She was dressed in blue jeans and some kind of pink business suit jacket. Because of the jeans, I could not see how high the boots were, but what I could see had my full attention. She was standing in the corridor, in between the still opened train doors and the narrow stairs leading down to the lower compartments in this double-decker train. I estimated her age around 25. Long blond hair with a beautiful face and a nice feminine shaped body, not fat at all, but not skinny either. Continue reading “Handtrampled in the train 4.2 (15)“

Private School 4.8 (28)

A story about a fictional private school governed by women where male students are disciplined by the means of trampling

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

The Hancock school was a private institution renowned for turning troublesome students into high achievers. Run by a faculty made up entirely of women, it was set on the grounds of the former estate of the late Miriam Hancock, who had founded the school many years before. The school carried grades one thru eight, tuition was expensive and rules were strict. The faculty demanded complete disciplinary autonomy from students parents. This meant teachers could use whatever means necessary to achieve the desired results. Continue reading “Private School 4.8 (28)“

The worst high heel trampling 4.6 (25)

The author remembers sweet suffering under his girlfriend’s boots, which helped her relax after a bad day in the office

written by Bootlover
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was the end of a hot day in Summer. I went back home after a day of work and was wondering if my girlfriend would be ok to give me a trample session. We started doing some sessions not long ago and I was not yet really comfortable to ask her about it, but I know she had fun when doing it and she liked having me at her feet. I was surprised when entering the flat as she was not there yet. She usually comes back at least one hour before me. I changed clothes then eased myself and started watching a game on TV. Not long after, I heard the keys in the door and she entered. Dressed to kill with a white blouse, black skirt and opened toed block-heeled sandals. Her blond hair was falling in a mess on her shoulders. I quickly noticed that something was wrong, as her angel face had an annoyed air. I got up and went to her for a quick kiss then asked “Hard day honey ?”. “…the least we can say” she replied throwing away her bag then sitting on the couch to try to relax. Continue reading “The worst high heel trampling 4.6 (25)“

Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)

The author writes about his experience as a dummy on a film set

written by Doorstep
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Some years back, after reading the scenario of a new film, I arranged a deal with a very good friend of mine, who is a movie director. He was to shoot a film in which during one of the scenes a group of about 80 women flies from a fire in their office building via a small corridor. At the end of that corridor, they could leave the building via an emergency rope ladder. ( In fact, it were only 20 women, but when they were down the ladder, they had to walk back via a bypass to the “end of the line” to do it over and over).

In the “panic” two women fell and were trampled and there was also the same fate for one of the guards, who was pushed over when he tried to help one of the fallen women. Of course, the women around them, unable to help, panicked and warned everyone to be careful, because their colleague was on the floor. While the women were pushed forward, they all did their utmost to prevent stepping on them, but from the fourth row, because of all the noise, the women had not heard the warnings and were unaware of the victims on the floor. Even if they had known, they couldn’t do anything about it and often they were not even able not to step on them. Continue reading “Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)“

A Childhood Thanksgiving 4.2 (19)

The writer remembers an unknown hand crush when he was young

written by Mat11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

When I was 6 years old, I remember fondly Thanksgiving at my Aunt Sarah’s. I loved my Aunt Sarah and I used to eat with her on Thanksgiving while my parents were working (they both worked at the hospital). I remember after dinner when all the men were watching football, the ladies sat around the table and chatted.

Although I was attracted to the female foot, obviously I didn’t know why. In any event, I found myself with a small paper plate of thinly sliced turkey, playing beneath the table. The table sat eight ladies and was covered by a large tablecloth. I started eating and playing with my hot wheels amongst the high-heeled feet. Continue reading “A Childhood Thanksgiving 4.2 (19)“

Amina 4.8 (16)

An erotic story about servitude of one slave to his mistress

written by L. S.
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Amina, half Greek, half Spanish, had an astonishing pair of large, dark eyes, and the blackest hair that John had ever seen. She was very tall – even though she was seated, it was obvious – and from his vantage point at a nearby table in the bar, he could see her long, muscular legs. They were, perhaps, the most beautiful legs he had ever seen in his life. They were fully exposed beneath the hem of her short, black skirt, and accentuated by being encased in sheer black nylon. She was wearing high-heeled lace-up shoes, elegant and expensive-looking, and these, by raising her heels three inches from the ground, highlighted the firm muscles in her calves and thighs. In retrospect, John felt that it was probably her shoes, more than any other factor, which caused him to do what he did next.

Most probably those elegant shoes. Nonetheless, it was debatable. Maybe it was those deep, Mediterranean eyes – in which a man could sweetly drown. Maybe the outline of her firm breasts under her tight cotton tee-shirt. Maybe it was the way the light was reflected along the edge of her nyloned stockinged thigh. Or maybe it was just because, after three beers, he was slightly drunk, hence not quite so shy and inhibited as usual. Whatever the reason, John Preston rose from his seat, walked over to the beautiful woman whom he had never seen before in his life, knelt before her, and kissed her feet. Continue reading “Amina 4.8 (16)“

My Trample Christmas Present 3.5 (17)

The author writes about a memory of being trampled by his ex

written by Mashedup
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This is a true story. It happened last night 12/22/02. My ex-girlfriend and I are still friends. She knows about my trample fetish and occasionally indulges in my fetish because she knows it makes me happy. She doesn’t like to trample me in stiletto heels even though she knows they are my favorite. She is afraid of hurting me and leaving scars. She will occasionally try on stiletto boots and shoes for me at the shoe store just to get a rise out of me (such a tease!). Anyway, she knows I like to be trampled with shoes so she decided to give me my Christmas present a few days early. Continue reading “My Trample Christmas Present 3.5 (17)“