Tag: Multi trampling

Carpet Creep 4.6 (27)

The author writes about his sudden and unexpected trample experience with the afternoon shift of a goth store in a local mall.

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

I was walking through the mall, something I like to do at least once a week. I like to visit the Barnes and Noble bookstore to drink coffee and they let me read magazines for free. I like to look at women. I stop in the novelty shops and read all the latest T-shirts.

I was stopped in the Hot Topic. It’s a Goth place that carries a lot of cool T-shirts. Whenever I go in there they come over and offer me assistance. I guess they think I must be lost if I’m in there. I just like to look around in there. If I’d had money when I was young and Hot Topic had been around then, I might have been a Goth. If I tried these days, I’d just look creepy. I’m too young to be the butler from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and I’m too old for everything else.

Anyway, I’m checking the place out, reading the t-shirts, and looking at the vampire stuff, the chains, and stuff. They had some actual record players, some witless techie types are trying to bring back analog.

Then I saw the boots. I love Goth footwear. Whether it’s Keds, Converse chucks, or knee-high boots, I just love the Goth footwear.

Just then one of the shop girls comes over to help me out.

„Can I help you?“ Continue reading “Carpet Creep 4.6 (27)“

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)“

School Day Stomping 4 (10)

The author wrote a fantasy about trampling by two of his female schoolmates while discovering that he liked it

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

Part 1

I was still in high school at the time, but this happened on a Saturday when the school was closed. I was on my way to the store and decided to take a shortcut through the schoolyard. There was a parking lot in the back, hidden from view from the street, and through it, I walked. When I entered the lot I saw two figures sitting on the school steps. As I got closer I saw that they were two girls that I knew from class, Suzanne, a shapely blonde, and Leah, a gorgeous redhead with whom I was madly in love. But alas, she did not return my affections. I would even go so far as to say that she despised me. Both wore skintight jeans and blouses, Leah’s a white, and Suzanne’s a red one. Leah was trying on a pair of red stilettos, which I gathered Suzanne was lending her. I remember her wearing them before. Suzanne had on a pair of black boots, ankle-high with high stacked heels. Continue reading “School Day Stomping 4 (10)“

Circus Boy 4.8 (16)

The author wrote a fantasy about a young circus employee being trampled by the owner’s daughter and her friends

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

Part 1

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 4.8 (16)“

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)“

On the Field 4.5 (11)

The author wrote a very brutal trample fantasy that started with some, what would later seem like light trampling in cleats, a recovery phase, and then some brutal trampling that ended fatally.

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

Part 1

I reluctantly agreed to play a round of football, even though I had no gear and the field looked pretty muddy after a lot of rain. The things you do for friends with sad puppy dog expressions.

Dressed in just shorts and a T-shirt, without shoes we walked down to the field and found it was still raining a little bit. I spotted a group of women in full uniforms and even matching football boots on the field kicking a ball around. All of them looked fit and hot.

Our stupid friend arrived looking as disheveled as we did. I pointed out the women and he said that was the team we were playing against!! He had apparently lost a bet with one of them and this was his chance to break even. We were all shocked, bad enough we were playing women but fit, hot women who clearly knew what they were doing?!?! We were toast. Continue reading “On the Field 4.5 (11)“

The Girlfriend 4.8 (13)

The author writes how he introduced trampling to his previously unaware girlfriend.

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

This is a true story about my girlfriend and me.

About her

Her name is N. A little description of her; she has huge, strong legs, like 10cm shorter than me. She weighs 79kg. She is pretty with black hair, light brown eyes, and a beautiful body more like a BBW but she doesn’t have too much fat, she is more like chubby. Her feet are size 9 and they are very very soft with no wrinkles. Her skin is so soft and smooth everywhere and smells like light sweet milk. Her boobs are even softer.

How we met

I met her in the elevator of our condo a couple of times and soon we became friends and exchange numbers. She always wears long trousers, blouse and sneakers, not totally my type of girl so I did not really notice her beauty and even when she was texting me, I was like taking all the time in the world to answer.

Then, one day I was already in the lift and then she came in, wearing shorts and a normal T-shirt, not too tight and not too large, like just right. The elevator was full of people and when the door opened for her to come in, she immediately looked down, entered, and turned around. I was just behind her, but she did not notice when she turned around. This day she was wearing flip flops and when I looked down, I saw her strong legs and calves. Damn, they were huge. I saw her feet, so white and they appeared to be really soft. Her toes were without nail polish, but they appeared to be shiny and well pedicured. I was in total shock. Continue reading “The Girlfriend 4.8 (13)“

Company trample 4.8 (10)

The author writes about his trampling opportunities with female coworkers and how it all started.

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

This is a true story currently happening to me. I am an engineer working in an engineering company where there are 3 women doing; IT support, technical drawing, and the last one is an admin. This company has also three male bosses who are usually not in the office. They rather spend time outside meeting with clients and often return to the office in the evenings. So, the whole day I am alone with these three women. This company also accepts a lot of intern students mostly girls around 19 to 22 years old to help them in their tasks and also to promote education and universities. Continue reading “Company trample 4.8 (10)“

The love for feet 4.7 (12)

This is a longer multi-part story about mother/daughter trampling and dancing on a male friend.

written by footmat2
 original source of the story was Submitted by the author

Part 1

I got very inspired when I discover some nice stories about trampling here. Those stories I could relate to some of my own experience, one especially is an older woman, around 62 years old at the time and was still good looking for her age. A very active woman, sporty and healthy. She lived alone and her name is Lena. She weighted about 140Ib (70 kg), tall body and not at all fat, with brown shoulder-length hair. Lena`s feet were broad foot soles, meaty and strong with well-shaped toes.

Why Lena inspired me is her difference in attitude. She was nice and friendly and had an odd sense about men, not that she hated men or thought of herself being superior in any way. We became friends because I once helped her when she came home from the hospital, after an accident with her left arm. We lived in the same neighborhood and I used to shop for her as to unload her tasks. Lena was very happy about that and often invited me for coffee.

I was amazed how strong she was and she talked often about her training and workouts. I discovered her feet which were very beautiful and she seemed to sweat a lot, accordingly when I from time to time either take off my shoes or put them on I always needed to bow down to get a good glimpse of inside her shoes. Her shoes were well-worn and at times I could almost feel the warm scent from some of her shoes. Lena had all kind of shoes at the door entrance. I began to dream about her feet and imagine her trampling me. Continue reading “The love for feet 4.7 (12)“