A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
Obiwan wrote a personal experience with a girlfriend and penny loafers
Moving forward a few years now to 1997. I am now in a good job, but my love life isn’t following suit. (Being ginger and weighing 200 lbs at the time didn’t help.) My trample fetish is as strong as ever but I have never told anyone as I didn’t have any net access so still saw myself as a freak. Continue reading “Penny Loafers Part 2“
Obiwan writes about his personal experiences with penny loafers
Ever since I was in my last year at college I have had a thing for this type of footwear. The cause was a girl who was in my year, tall, blond, and with a bad attitude. In the summer of ’92, I was sunbathing at the back of my collage in an outdoor theatre, when this girl showed up. We couldn’t stand each other and as I was a little immature at the time I made some derogatory comments to her. I don’t remember the comment but I remember what happened next. Continue reading “Penny Loafers Part 1“
Another one of the excellent classic stories restored
First time published on May 13th, 2002
The sound of footsteps from the floor above echoed loudly in the darkness. It aroused Bills’ senses as he lay bound on the cold basement floor. His arms and legs were filled with a dull ache, as it had been almost 4 1/2 hours since Janice had left him tied up there this morning. Janice wanted to do something special for Bill on his birthday as it was his 35th and their first together. She asked him what would make the perfect present. Bill was eager to offer his suggestion. Janice was taken aback at first, but when she saw how excited Bill became as they discussed it, she became determined to make it all he wanted and more. Continue reading “The Birthday Present“
The author remembers the finger-stepping experience during New Year’s eve
A few months ago, I was asked to write this down. Now that I finally have a stretch of time at my disposal I can sit down and write it. It happened during the public New Year celebration 2021/22. Our city traditionally makes a big concert in front of the town hall and brings local and regional stars. The city is also an interesting holiday destination for visitors not only from neighboring countries but also for visitors from further locations. Sure, not all of them end up in front of the town hall, many of them don’t, but some do. Usually there get to be about 30k people, of whom many disperse shortly after midnight fireworks. Continue reading “New Year’s Eve“
The author writes about a good-spirited friendly trampling by a girl he knew at some party that a friend of theirs threw.
A month ago I was at a friend’s house for drinks. We were sitting in the conservatory, downstairs at the back of the house. There were about a dozen people sitting around drinking, talking, and laughing.
I have always fancied a girl called Suzy. She is in her early 30s, around 5’6“, slim, and blond. I have known her for several years and we have flirted with each other on a few occasions and she knows that I like women’s feet and shoes. That night she was there, looking gorgeous, wearing a little black top and skirt, black hose, and black knee-high boots with a 2-inch heel. More importantly, her boyfriend was not with her. Continue reading “Trampled at a party“
The author wrote an interesting take on the false floor story type, about a bridal party whose hostess was in on the trample experience.
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“
A well-known author wrote a short story about a brutal trampling that left the victim injured for life
Lee needed to see his attorney about the car wreck he was involved in. He had been hurt, though not seriously, and wanted some advice on whether or not he could sue for any damages. He called his attorney’s office and made an appointment for the following Tuesday at 10:00 am.
Lee pulled up to the office and got out of the rental he was using while his car was repaired. He pulled the cane he was using from the passenger seat and hobbled into the office. When he stepped up to the receptionist and gave his information she told him that his attorney was tied up in court this morning and would be unable to see him. Lee sighed in disgust since he had taken time off work to be here. Just as he was turning to leave he heard a voice behind him. “Are you Lee Jackson?” The soft sexy voice said. Continue reading “Personal Injury Suit“
The author wrote a fantasy about a young circus employee being trampled by the owner’s daughter and her friends
Matthew had joined the circus. He had left home after being caught kissing a woman’s shoe that he had balanced on his chest. Never been good with women, he had dived into his imagination, where he was a footstool and carpet to womankind, which unfortunately is about as far as he got. The circus also took a part in his fantasy as the women in their costumes were especially beautiful. The circus he was with had three women who he fantasized about. Continue reading “Circus Boy“
The author remembers his first double trample
This morning I watched bounce on chuck head and it reminded me of the first time I had two women at the same time trampling me with reckless abandon. It was about 12 years ago and I met them in a club.
I have become adept at picking the right type of women who might be talked into dancing on my body. I look for women wearing the highest heels available and for women wearing shorter skirts to show off their legs also women who wear patterned nylons or ankle bracelets. Next, if they spend a lot of time rocking on their heels or putting all of their weight on their heels they pique my interest. Sometimes they even deliberately step on things on the floor such as napkins or pieces of ice or anything else that crosses their path. Continue reading “Two Girls Trample“
The author writes a fantasy about an unknown trampling in the false floor.
Publisher note: original publishing date Thursday, 06-Nov-97
I am the manager of a small but busy supermarket near an all-girls boarding school. All day I see them come in, wearing cut-offs or shorts usually. This is hot enough for me, but on Sundays, they like to dress for church or dinner or whatever and they wear skirts (short skirts) and heels. Since I got there, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get them to crush me without their knowing it. After all, I am a businessman and it wouldn’t be great for business if my customers thought I was a pervert. Finally, I came up with a plan.
I usually schedule two cashiers on Sunday, since I have to pay them overtime. I told the girls that I would have to finish some work in the aisles and that they would be covered over with a rug for the entire day. I also told them that I would be working throughout the night and I wouldn’t be in on Sunday, so they would have to open and close the store. I had been working on a hole in one aisle for weeks and covering it up with a rug so they would not think anything unusual. The ground was also unsteady so the fact of my would-be tormentors walking over an uneven surface would be thought of as normal.
On Saturday night, we closed the store and I got to work. I carefully dug the fake hole, covered it up again and laid down the rug. Then I switched the magazine racks so the most recent issues of magazines would be in the aisle I would be laying in. I made sure that I would fit snugly in the hole and that the rug would not ride up when someone not picking up their feet might kick the rug. As a bonus for me, I scraped the underside of the rug so that I could look up but no one could see in because of the overhead lighting. I laid in the hole, secured the rug and waited. Continue reading “Supermarket Crush“