Tag: Merciless

Support Part 4 5 (20)

This entry is part 4 of 6 in the series Support

Cash register support’s adventures with his wife Carol continue

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

The sudden release of pressure as Carol stepped down from my face was most welcome, but it didn’t last long.

Betty’s feet immediately replaced Carol’s on my face as she stepped up with first one foot and then the other and stood on my face while she busied herself with the cash register. She stood with her sharp spike heels digging into my chin and her soles mashing down my forehead and eyes. Continue reading “Support Part 4 5 (20)“

New Year’s Eve 3.2 (14)

The author remembers the finger-stepping experience during New Year’s eve

written by TrampleMatRS
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

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 3.2 (14)“

I was destroyed 4.5 (29)

The author remembers one of the more daring tramplings of his life

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

written in August 2002

I have always wanted to push my limits to the max. My wife knows I like taking it to the max, but she always backs off on me. So, I came up with an idea to try… I figured if she could not see the pain on my face or the look of panic in my eyes that she would really pulverize me well. Continue reading “I was destroyed 4.5 (29)“

1200 Angry Women 4.3 (37)

A short fantasy is written about what can happen in a mob of impatient women where only a few are mean.

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

 

Author’s foreword: Well, I’d like to offer this purely fictional bit of storytelling. I wrote the original during the last ice age (when I was but a wee boy just out of high school) but cleaned it up a bit when I found it. Let me know what you think… Ken

The commotion up ahead, whatever it was, had just abated, and the crowd of women leaving the conference was finally able to move forward. After having been stuffed unceremoniously into the rather narrow hallway following the final symposium, the women were no longer the well-mannered elite of society that had entered more than an hour ago. Ill-tempered faces and sharp, irritated quips characterized the well-heeled assembly, which was not hard to understand, considering the unfortunate failure of the air conditioning. Continue reading “1200 Angry Women 4.3 (37)“

Friend’s sister in boots 4.5 (19)

punishing trample by a friend’s sister and her girlfriend

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

One Friday evening, a few months ago, I thought I would go into town as I was fed up with the usual faces in the local pub. I had a few drinks in a bar and then went on to a nightclub hoping to meet someone I knew. When I arrived there were plenty of people dancing but nobody I recognised so I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. Sitting on a bar stool I spun round and noticed two young ladies dancing at the edge of the dance floor. My attention was drawn to the nearest. A tall slender girl with shoulder length dark hair, she was wearing a tight skinny top with ¾ length skirt and knee high black leather boots with modern style 3ins narrow heels. Her friend was not so slim but still very attractive wearing tight jeans with white high heel shoes. As I watched them dancing I began to stare at their feet wishing I were down there on the floor being stepped on as they danced.

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Antique shop finger crush 4.3 (15)

finger crush under an uncaring woman’s heels

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

It has been a few years since I have actually had any part of my anatomy crushed by a woman so this experience last week was a real treat. Now that I am married, I find that it is a little harder to get my fingers trampled while not only trying not to be noticed by the woman stepping on them but also my wife. I mean, I’m sure she would get pissed at me being turned on by having parts of myself trampled by some other, strange woman. Anyway, I was on vacation last week, and she had to work so I was all on my own for a whole week. I always liked antiques and especially enjoyed looking for antique audio equipment and lp records.

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Mary at the bus stop 4.8 (16)

The author wrote a detailed fantasy about a finger being unknowingly transformed to bone dust and meat pulp on a bus station by a woman who wore steel-tipped stiletto heels.

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

Mary Stepped out of the front door onto the path. Her sharp steel-tipped stilettos clicked loudly on the hard concrete. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a big black beetle crawling along the path in front of her. She stepped forward to lock the door. There was a loud crack as she stood onto the big black beetle which was in her way. She locked the door, and without a second thought proceeded to destroy the beetle. She twisted her foot quickly, grinding it into the path. Its body fluids spurted out in a thin line from under the hard soles of her stiletto heels as she pulped and tore it to pieces within seconds. She dragged her foot quickly backward shredding the remains into a wet line. Then she opened her bag and dropped the key into it. She walked away down the footpath. A wet mark on the footpath was all that was left of the beetle. Continue reading “Mary at the bus stop 4.8 (16)“

The Ground 4.9 (24)

The author wrote an interesting take on the false floor story type, about a bridal party whose hostess was in on the trample experience.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

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 4.9 (24)“

Sound booth stage hand crush 4.3 (7)

The author remembers an unknown hand trampling experience on a sandy beach

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

Another great place for finger crush is near the heavy extension cords running from the sound booth to the stage, as the girls get used to stepping on the cords and don’t think your hand is unusual when you put it down there. Unfortunately, there weren’t any girls wearing hard shoes there the other night, and being stepped on in beach tongs just doesn’t do it for me.

After the concert, I did the bar thing, sitting on a dance platform and getting my hands stepped on by all manner of heels and shoes, but nothing really stands out, other than that the girls were SMOKIN’! Continue reading “Sound booth stage hand crush 4.3 (7)“

Her private CBT dancefloor 4.8 (25)

A story about a woman who had castrated a man by dancing on his manhood. Written from the female’s perspective with very detailed descriptions

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Submitted by a visitor

What follows is the account of a woman, 27 years old, who won a competition thrown by an underground fetish club. Her highly unusual prize was to be given sole access to a specially cordoned-off section of dance-floor on a raised stage on the next fetish club night. Under this floor lay the second winner of this bizarre competition, an unnamed 37-year-old man. The man was completely covered by the raised stage, except for his penis and testicles which were protruding through a tight hole in the stage. Below the stage floor, he was naked, and for his own safety, his arms and legs were strapped to the real floor below. The stage floor itself was one-inch thick plyboard except for a small strip of thick glass above the man’s eyes. With no lighting below the stage, it was impossible to see his face through this glass, however, he himself was able to see the room above which, although dark, was sporadically illuminated by the club lighting system. Continue reading “Her private CBT dancefloor 4.8 (25)“