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.

Steel heel trample 3.9 (13)

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

I had a new experience today that was fantastic. I’ve been trampled for
30 years and I thought there was nothing new under the sun, however, I was wrong. I drove out to see Linda today, I left at 5 am and was there by 6:30. I checked into a motel and had breakfast including 3 cups of coffee to wake me up. I picked up Linda at 8:45 and we went shopping for 2 hours, she has
a step-child and needed back to school clothes. I was only too happy to help her out, “Boy, you’re lucky on those scratch tickets,” I joked with her. We got to the motel at about 12:30 and had lunch, I had 2 cokes and a burger. We then went to the room where she told me to lie down as she’d had a rough week so I was going to have a rough day. Continue reading “Steel heel trample 3.9 (13)“

Sabina’s first trampling 4.3 (18)

written by Sabina
 original source of the story was Unknown source

At that time, in the late eighties, I had a boy A. who is the first man I walked on. I was aware he was enchanted not only by my legs but also by my feet. It was not so usual to see women wearing high heels in everyday life, mostly young girls, so all the glances always went down to my feet as I passed. This certainly happened when we first met at a party.

During our first dates, he never showed any particular sign of attraction about my feet or shoes nor acted like someone with a similar fetish. Yet he always encouraged me in my photographic projects that sometimes involved those aspects. Anyway, his seemed a professional, unconcerned interest and he always attended my quest for new boots or shoes to use in my photos. With this pretext, I collected a lot of nice footwear that I eventually put on for myself. Continue reading “Sabina’s first trampling 4.3 (18)“

Cousin’s wedding 3.8 (23)

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

It was my cousin’s wedding. She was 18 years older than me (I was eight at the time). I knew I had a fascination with women’s high heels, but I wasn’t sure then of the extent of my interest, or why. Regardless, I continually tried to put myself in a position to be near them. Well, it was a wedding night and everyone was dressed to perfection. I even had a little suit on. This was the perfect opportunity for me to do what I loved best to do.

After dinner people started wandering, visiting, doing the wedding thing. I started wandering the hall looking for potential foot action. I found a table with three ladies, their husbands or dates were elsewhere. I didn’t recognize them, so I got down on all fours and began to play with a small matchbox car I brought with me. I was near their table and eventually, they ignored my presence. Casually I made my move, driving my car under their table. The tablecloth covering it went almost to the floor, so I knew I had solid cover. Continue reading “Cousin’s wedding 3.8 (23)“

Wedding Finger Crush 3.8 (18)

Hand trample at an otherwise boring wedding

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

Not too long ago I found myself at a relative’s wedding. As usual, I was bored to tears, just hanging out at the reception.  When, all of the sudden, I noticed this really fantastic looking woman. She was in her mid to late 20’es, around 5’8″ (1.73 m) with a slender, athletic build. This angel had long sandy blond hair that went down to the middle of her back.

The girl was quite attractive.  She was wearing incredibly tight designer jeans and a nice form-fitting white top.  Many people were there in all levels of dress from street clothes to tuxedos. But this particular woman  was mesmerizing. She was wearing a pair of tan, spike heel, knee high leather boots.  Let me tell you, watching those tiny heels punishing the lawn was a sight to behold!

I was sort of following her around with my eyes pretty much glued to her boots. I watched as her heels sank effortlessly into the lawn.  Then I marveled at the clicking sound they produced as she walked across the front porch and its wooden floor. Her heels left mild depressions in the floor with every step. I watched as she stood by the door, twisting and turning and rocking on her heels while digging a nice little pair of deep dents into the  carpet. I was really getting turned on by this. If I could, I had to have her step on my fingers or toes. Continue reading “Wedding Finger Crush 3.8 (18)“

Really Crushed Fingers 3.7 (11)

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

I have always been into finger crushing and trampling. I recently happened to be at a women’s store and notice how crowded the isles were with items to sell. I noticed that the dresses and pants hung all the way to the floor and that there were many extension cords running all over the floor. I watch and notice that the women walked on and stood on the cords and no one even looked down at what they were standing on. I thought to myself that this was the perfect situation for me. I, of course, thought about being caught and had read about dropping your wallet or keys on the ground so I decided to try this. Continue reading “Really Crushed Fingers 3.7 (11)“

A Rave in Montreal 3.1 (14)

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

Hi, all you feet lovers. I’ve been reading stories on this site for a while but never wrote anything. I finally decided to write something, so tell me if you guys like it. It’s a true story.

Last weekend I went up to Montreal from Ottawa with some friends of mine. We went to a rave party that was being held in a large park. There were around 7,000 people there, so I knew that there would be at least 3,000 women. I’ve had a foot fetish since the day I was born, so I knew with at least 3,000 women there I would enjoy myself. Continue reading “A Rave in Montreal 3.1 (14)“

Border’s book store 3 (11)

written by Wasabi
 original source of the story was Daddo's Trample Heaven

My local Borders bookstore closed in 2011. I used to go there every week. Sometimes I’d get a book, sometimes I’d get my finger crushed unknowingly by a beautiful girl. There were a lot more near-misses than actual finger crushes, but I still managed to get my finger stepped on about 200 different times. Some crushes were better than others, but I thought I’d share some of my favourite experiences. Continue reading “Border’s book store 3 (11)“

Deadly heels at the old stadium 4 (28)

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

Finally the day Jim had been waiting for. Jim was a bright young boy of 16 every day after school he would go work a the old stadium selling tickets or just helping out. Today was the day of the concert he had been selling tickets for the past two weeks.

Every time a pretty girl would come for tickets he would mark down on a piece a paper who she was and where she would be sitting. Jim loved his job because every time the town had an event he could go below all the people in the stands and when he saw the seats he had marked out as that of a pretty girl he could easily slide his hand up and get her to step on his finger without any fear of getting caught as the girls laughed and stomped on him without ever giving any thought to what they are crushing under their thin spiky heel.

Today was going to be even better, the concert was sold out so they brought in spare seats. They made a small mound of dirt to raise the last row of seats so the people could see without any problems. They had a small piece of wood over a slightly raised mound of dirk as the floor in front of the seats they had put up for the concert. Continue reading “Deadly heels at the old stadium 4 (28)“

Wedding trample 4.3 (26)

written by Mat11
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Although the wedding invitation said “Adults only” Mary Sylvester was forced to bring her 8-year-old Tommy. At the reception hall Mary quickly surveyed the scene and after dinner when she noticed Tommy becoming tired, decided on a plan of action. She carried Tommy out into the dimly lit hall and wrapped him in a light sheet (three times his size). She carried him down the hall and laid him down behind an old Victorian chair, beneath a window. “Sweety,” she said, “mommy will be back to check on you in a little while. If you need me I’ll be right over there in that room”. Tommy nodded sleepily. Mary was relieved as his eyes shut immediately, she gave him a quick kiss and then covered his head with the sheet. Initially, she was concerned with the loud music coming from the reception room, but Tommy had always been a heavy sleeper and apparently, it didn’t bother him. She returned to the reception, got a drink, and started dancing. Continue reading “Wedding trample 4.3 (26)“

Drunk trampled by a drunken model 4.4 (21)

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

The post by the man who wanted to be trampled by six women at the same time all wearing high heels and all drinking very heavily brought to mind a trampling experience I had that got way out of hand because we were both drinking. I’ll warn him again because this was only one woman and he’s talking about six. Continue reading “Drunk trampled by a drunken model 4.4 (21)“