A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
Some more thoughts about S&M experiences
I still have an excellent marriage however without real femdom. My
wife knows about my fetish and has at least 10 pairs of high heels although she does not like to walk with them.
Very occasionally, I get a high heel trample where she does not care. One of the best is being two weekly her human carpet after her bath.
In the city, there was an IT company called TechWorks, known for its high-paced environment and state-of-the-art technology. Among its employees was a reserved yet skilled IT technician named Alex. Alex was known for his problem-solving abilities and his knack for fixing anything electronic. However, there was one quirk about him that few knew – he had a huge foot fetish. Continue reading “Footrest for Marketing Department“
The pulsating beats of the music echoed through the open-air concert venue as a sea of people swayed to the rhythm. The strobe lights flashed in sync with the bass, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Among the crowd were a group of friends—Emily, Sarah, Hannah, and Chloe—who had been eagerly anticipating this night for months.
They pushed their way closer to the stage, laughing and singing along to their favorite songs. The energy was infectious, and they felt invincible. Every beat of the drum, every lyric sung, seemed to electrify the air around them. With each passing moment, the crowd grew denser, and their excitement reached fever pitch.
Unbeknownst to them, just a few feet away, lay a man named Jack. Earlier in the evening, he had deliberately positioned himself in the thick of the crowd, fueled by a secret desire. Jack had a foot fetish and craved the sensation of being trampled, especially by the carefree and oblivious feet of the dancing girls. He had waited for this moment, knowing that the chaos of the concert would provide the perfect opportunity for his fantasy to come to life. Continue reading “A Night at the Concert“
Part 9 of Groundview’s Leaf Man
The woman with the gray half-boots presses her blackened tar-stained sole more solidly on my nose and across my cheek, for a moment.
Then suddenly she plants her boot massively down on my cheek and eye, bringing up her other foot to land both of her feet on unevenly on my head.
I see stars and bright flashes of light as this unknown woman park’s her flat heels against my ear and temple. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 9“
Part eight of Groundview’s Leaf Man
I quickly turn my head to the right side, away from the curb towards the wall and park trees to see Cynthia’s heavy foot is still mashing solidly on my fingers.
She shifts her body again and resumes her normal stance. Cynthia nails my right upper arm with her black high heels full foot profile crushing my fingers and spearing my arm. I then try and move my other arm that Maria and Donna Ann had played tree root with.
Part seven of Groundview’s Leaf Man
Cortney’s now-familiar heels moved up and down my back and abruptly off my body. She steps down right in front of my face and walks to the curb.
Maria then suddenly flips the shoe that is in my mouth, it catches on my jaw causing Maria to stumble backward and away from me.
“What was that” Maria cries out to Cortney. “What was What?”
Cortney glances back at Maria from the curb.
“There must be something in the pile!” Cortney answers back.
“I almost tripped and fell over… Did you see that!”
Donna Ann then says “it’s most likely a big root.”
“I’ve been standing on one the whole time we’re here.”
“Come and feel this!” Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 7“
Part six of Graundview’s Leaf Man series
With Cortney still standing on my back, crushing me down, I can’t move my body at all, without letting them know I’m below their feet. So whatever they do to me, I must hold still and take it.
But this is where I wanted to be. I’m in double heaven. I’m smelling Maria’s expensive shoe leather, a smell of old tobacco smoke, Channel Number Nine, mixed with a smell of sweet worn erotic rich leather.
Luckily my nose is still hidden, buried very close to their parked feet just under the leaf pile.
The girls stand by me I see the bones of Maria’s right tanned foot slowly radiate upward. This is a sure sign that she is about to move her black leather shoe forward once more.
Sure enough, she raises her high heel shoe off the ground.
I see daylight under her shoes grit-covered sole. Maria then thrusts up her shoe on her long thin three-and-a-half-inch heel, she then balances her body weight on her long thin heel poised very close to my face, the pointy worn sole of her shoe is now overhanging my nose.
Part four of Leaf Man series. Leaf Man gets trampled by two unsuspecting women.
I’m sorry that Miss Armstrong has walked away so soon. I pull out my watch from my pocket with my painful hand. The time is six-forty! I then decide that precious time is wasted, so I slip slowly forward through the leaf pile again. I don’t want to move too fast and move any of the junk on top of my composite pile to give away my position. I’ll try to get close again to my leggy friend Cortney. I am hoping to get some more of her unwitting foot action.
I know that she was just moments ago standing on my hand I get a nice warm feeling just looking at her now.
Part five of Groundview’s Leaf Man series. More to come in April.
Cortney is now standing on me by digging her two thin sharp heels powerfully into the small of my back. I did not see her come at me.
She must have walked around from the rear.
Now that she stands completely on me, I feel Cortney’s five-foot five-inch frame force her two pointy heels to dig in wonderfully and painfully deep into my back, while between her boot’s soles, the air is quickly being crushed out of my lungs as I lose the fight to support Cortney’s total body weight. Continue reading “Leaf Man Part 5“
another big party in New York City
Smack! is one of a few fetish ball events that occur around Halloween in New York. I always wanted to go to a Goth event and get trampled by ladies with those big Goth boots.