Tag: Merciless

Marla and friends trample hands 4.8 (13)

The author remembers having his hands knowingly trampled in a dance club while acting drunk

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Foot Stories Specialist

Having your fingers crushed by a woman who either doesn’t know she’s smashing them or doesn’t know you and doesn’t care is the best! On Saturday nights I’ll find a dance club with raised dance platforms about waist high with railings. Then I’ll stand on the lower dance floor and lean casually against a platform with some gorgeous babe dancing there, and nonchalantly place my hand near her foot. In the past, when she’d step on my fingers, I’d leave them there ’til she noticed and apologized, then move to another area of the club. I usually got stomped once, maybe twice, but, it wasn’t anything to write home about. Since then, I’ve found it’s better to act completely drunk…so drunk you don’t feel what is being done to your hand. When the lady tries to get your attention to have you move your hand, just ignore her. Keep on dancing “drunk” or if she’s really blatant about it, look at her with glassy eyes and just yell, “WWoooooo”, like you are totally clueless! Continue reading “Marla and friends trample hands 4.8 (13)“

Michael King, perfect lover 4.2 (14)

The author wrote an interesting fantasy about sex doll pretender who hoped to be used but was harshly misused by multiple women who did not know that he was not a dummy doll.

written by Kakarytryu
 original source of the story was Fetlife

You can put it in the floor.- Said a woman

Gladly! This box is so heavy. – Said the delivery man

I am sorry for making you carry it all the way here but only a strong man like you could have done it.- Said the woman in a flirtatious tone

No worries madam. I am only doing my job. – Said the delivery man

How responsible. Are you doing anything tonight? My friends and I do not have plans.-Asked the woman while she looked at her female friends in the room

Sorry. My girlfriend and I are going to watch a movie.- Responded the delivery man

You could invite her to our party; there are many ways four women and one man could have fun.- Said the woman and her two friends agreed.

I don’t think my girlfriend would like that. I am sorry but I need to go; there are still a bunch of packages that need to be deliver.- Responded the delivery guy, leaving the room as quickly as he could.

Wimp! I bet he has a tiny dick.- Thought Michael, who was inside the box.

A new “toy” has come out to the market called “the perfect lover”; its body is so realistic that people usually mistake it for a real person; the ad in the official page describes it as “Your new best friend whose body has been designed to satisfy you.” Every woman wants one even tho they cost a fortune.

Michael King posted a fake ad where he pretended to be selling one of this “toys” at half the price but in reality, this was a part of his plan; he was going to pretend to be one of this “perfect lovers” to have sex with an unaware female. Luckily for him, he was bought by April a girl who was a member of a sorority. Continue reading “Michael King, perfect lover 4.2 (14)“

Conned to trample 3.9 (30)

written by Oomni31
 original source of the story was Unknown source

When I was 15 I had a great plan to get my trample fantasy by taller girls come true. I’ll skip the details for now. In short, I convinced this tall blonde (in the choir group) to trample me. My playing card was that when I get old (like over 18) I would be taller and would never realize this fantasy as other girls would be not so tall. I was 5″2 back then. I explained that when she would start trampling me I would beg her to stop, but she should ignore me. Anyway, she agreed upon one condition. That was that we use a safeword to stop whenever I can’t handle it.

My plan was really cunning. Let me explain (you’ll love this). She said: “Choose a safeword.” (She was not so smart, so…) I said: “No, you choose a safeword and don’t tell me. Write it on a paper and put it on the chair, and I’ll look at it.” This is the cunning bit. She wrote a safeword (which I do not know till this day) on the paper and put it on the chair and stood back. I went over to the chair and picked up the paper so that my hand hid whatever she wrote. I pretended to read the safeword but didn’t. I said: “Okay.” She was ready. Continue reading “Conned to trample 3.9 (30)“