Tag: Multi trampling

Party Rug 4.6 (14)

A fictional story, written from a female perspective, about unknown trample of a man at a party where the guests were females only.

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

I was very angry with ’54’.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I number my personal slaves: that way it’s easier for me to remember and it breaks up the monotony of calling them all ‘slave’ or ‘dog’. As an added touch, I make them wear their number painted in red lipstick on their foreheads.

Anyway, he was crying, begging for my forgiveness. He had done something stupid – I can’t remember what it was, I forgot – he was on the floor crying, begging me to punish him so that I would not be angry with him. I walked around him, put my 4″ heel on the crack of his ass, and pushed him to the floor. He fell in a heap, thanking me for touching him again, still crying.

I walked back to his face, my shoes a half inch from his nose. ’54’ knew not to look up, so he stared at shoes, thanking me.

“You do NOT think you’re getting off THAT easy”, I growled. You’ll have to pay a lot more for what you did (to this day I still don’t remember what he did !) Continue reading “Party Rug 4.6 (14)“

Stepped under the window sill 4.4 (18)

The author recalls an event from his youth which involved his sister and her frends

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

This was once again set up by my younger sister. I was lying on the couch watching TV when she looked in at the window above the couch.

“Why is the door locked?” she wanted to know.

“To keep annoying girls outside” I informed her.

“Then you should have shut the window too” she replied, and with that, she jumped up so that she was kneeling on the window ledge, and then swung around so her feet were thrust inside. She was wearing blue jeans with black socks and white sandshoes, the soles of the sandshoes were white but were grubby, probably from the dirt in the garden outside the window. She reached down with one foot and put it right on my chest, then she stepped on me full weight, and swung her other foot over me and onto the couch next to me. Continue reading “Stepped under the window sill 4.4 (18)“

The Mars Trample 4.6 (15)

A story about a group of five girlfriends who periodically trampled the ex of one of them

written by footman2
 original source of the story was Mistress Destiny's Femdom Forums

He laid there and was stood, stepped and danced on for a long time. The women were so used to him and didn`t pay attention to him anymore. The women were barefooted or in socks, which they usually used when he was a dancefloor. It was easier for them to dance on him that way. Continue reading “The Mars Trample 4.6 (15)“

Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)

The author writes about his experience as a dummy on a film set

written by Doorstep
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Some years back, after reading the scenario of a new film, I arranged a deal with a very good friend of mine, who is a movie director. He was to shoot a film in which during one of the scenes a group of about 80 women flies from a fire in their office building via a small corridor. At the end of that corridor, they could leave the building via an emergency rope ladder. ( In fact, it were only 20 women, but when they were down the ladder, they had to walk back via a bypass to the “end of the line” to do it over and over).

In the “panic” two women fell and were trampled and there was also the same fate for one of the guards, who was pushed over when he tried to help one of the fallen women. Of course, the women around them, unable to help, panicked and warned everyone to be careful, because their colleague was on the floor. While the women were pushed forward, they all did their utmost to prevent stepping on them, but from the fourth row, because of all the noise, the women had not heard the warnings and were unaware of the victims on the floor. Even if they had known, they couldn’t do anything about it and often they were not even able not to step on them. Continue reading “Unknown Human Dummy Trample 4.4 (14)“

Triple Trample 4.8 (18)

The author remembers a trampling experience on a wedding he attended

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Last night I attended a wonderful Polish/Hispanic wedding reception of about 150 people. It was held in a large catering hall designed to accommodate up to four receptions of about 280 people each. I was seated at a table with two young girls, aged 16. They were so hot but were constantly going in and out for cigarette breaks.

Seated four tables away were three HOT single women, all aged in their early thirties. Their names here are changed. Dawn, a very attractive woman with auburn hair, tied back in a loose swirl bun and dark brown eyes, stands around 5′-8″ with a medium-large 140 lb.-frame well supported by nicely shaped muscular legs. She was wearing shiny black strapless open-toed shoes with 3 to 3½-inch heels, which flared slightly to a tip of about 1¼-inch square and left distinctive marks in the carpet as she swayed and trusted sensually near her table seat to the music. Continue reading “Triple Trample 4.8 (18)“

Luck of the Irish 4.3 (16)

A man writes about a memorable ride with four young dominant women on a train.

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

If you are anything like I am when it comes to reading these stories, EITHER you think …they are made up… or worse yet… “Why can’t they ever happen to me”? If it was not for the grin on my face and the fact I WAS there… I would not believe my luck…

I am visiting the USA after an extended leave and thought it would be nice to go to NYC for St. Patrick’s day. After a great night out with old friends as they were to return to work that Friday, I planned on my hang-over being on the commuter/Metroliner train that runs between NYC and Washington, DC. ONLY a few hours (which I later regretted was way too short!) by train where I would be able to sleep it off. So much for the plans of mice of men.

Arriving with only a small overnight bag at Grand Central Station, I proceed to buy a ticket on the local (being a cheap bastard and also was in no rush to return to DC), The Express runs hourly but the local is only when there is another train passing through –like the one from Boston to Florida.

I noticed there were many university students among the regular type travelers and remembered that their “spring break “ was about to start.
Florida is one of the “Hotspots.” I put on my iPod and sat in the middle of this sea of beauties with tight jeans and ‘lovely legs’ also waiting for their train. One set caught my attention. She had on these open back clunky 3” heels, which she kept playing with by taking her foot out and toying with them as they fell over and she had to pick them up with her toes. Continue reading “Luck of the Irish 4.3 (16)“

Flight Attendant Crush 4.7 (33)

A guy remembers being trampled by flight attendants on an overnight flight

written by flatmanbe
 original source of the story was Unknown source

The seven-hour flight to Chicago was going to be incredibly boring, no prospect of fun and games trying to contrive situations where I would get one of the female passengers to step on me, since there weren’t any females, in fact only about 20 people boarded the flight from Brussels and mostly they seemed to be businessmen. It’s unusual to achieve trample success anyway, but the effort alone normally keeps me amused for the duration of the flight. I was really geared up for it this time, I’d been drinking at the airport bar since 11.30am, almost two hours, and when I am slightly under the influence my desire to be stepped on is insatiable.

Ten minutes later we were settled in our seats, it turned out a few more passengers turned up and I estimated maybe three dozen in total, but unbelievably no females. When I boarded the aircraft I was greeted as usual by the smiling flight assistants, and I must say all three were very attractive and smartly dressed, and I couldn’t fail to notice the dark blue shoes they were wearing, not very high heels, but very sharp. I always find this a source of frustration, it is virtually impossible to set up any kind of trample with the flight assistants, they bring you a few drinks and your meal, and then disappear into their own quarters, sometimes I stick my foot out a little bit, into the gangway, in the hope it will be stepped on as they walk by, but normally they spot it and just step over it. As I sat there I resigned myself to “flight attendant foot trample” being my only possibility, but at least it’s worth a try. Continue reading “Flight Attendant Crush 4.7 (33)“

The Stunning Blonde 4.9 (21)

A guy remembers being trample massaged by a woman, her daughter, and their female neighbor

written by GreyWolf
 original source of the story was Unknown source

About 10 years ago I had the opportunity to make the acquaintance of a blonde, blue-eyed beauty through my work. She had experienced some marriage problems including physical abuse, and I helped her to move into a shelter temporarily until a restraining order could be issued, then into a nice apartment in the city. We became friends during the course of her divorce, and she often would either offer to share a meal with me when I got off work or just come by for a visit about 3 or 4 times a week.

Now … that’s the background … now for the story. Suzanna at the time was 35 but was “carded” every time she visited the gambling boat in town ‘cause she looked younger than 21. She stood 5’9” and weighed about 145# with one of the most beautiful shapes you’ve ever been blessed to view. She was tanned, blonde hair to her shoulders, and absolutely stunning 7 ½ feet always with a perfect pedicure. Guys, she was (and still is at 45) the kind of lady that would come into my workplace to see me and you had to wipe up the slobber from all the men in the building that saw her. Got the picture?

Ok, now …
The 1st time I visited her in her new apartment after she was all moved in, she and her 18-year-old daughter (also really pretty, but nothing like Mom) had fixed a fantastic meal to celebrate her new freedom and to show her appreciation of my efforts. After we finished the meal, she said, “Why don’t you stretch out on the carpet in the living room and let me and Krystle give you a back massage – You look so tense and you are always so stressed from work – I know you will love it.” Continue reading “The Stunning Blonde 4.9 (21)“

Carpet Roll Trample 4.4 (18)

A guy gets to be trampled unknowingly while hiding under carpet in carpet store.

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

Before I had left school I had a Saturday job working in the local carpet shop (warehouse) as a general hand. This is a true story I thought might interest you.

One of the secretaries (Debbie was her name) always wore high heel shoes or boots and thought nothing of walking or climbing all over the rolls of carpet. I got to work a little early one morning and while nobody was looking I piled up some carpet offcut in the doorway of the office. Then I hid behind some rolls of carpet and waited until Debbie came in. I heard the clip-clop of her heels on the wooden piece of the floor just down the corridor, as she came to the door of her office she walked straight on to the carpet then went into the office. Continue reading “Carpet Roll Trample 4.4 (18)“

Too Much 4.3 (13)

written by Andy 21121
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I must tell you this story. Whether you decide its fact or fiction is entirely up to you, the point to remember is its possible if nothing else.

The story is set a few years ago when I was employed as a taxi driver for a
local firm. For a few nights, we had been picking up fares from a large hotel that was hosting a few special nights in a marquee to celebrate the Christmas season.

As I had parked outside waiting for my passengers I noticed that the toilets were situated near to the marquee and the route was laid out with a length of carpet from the marquee edged with a chain fence. I also noticed that the
walkway was covered to protect from the weather and there were two separate toilet buildings – one for ladies and one for men. I noticed that the ladies room was pretty close to the boundary of the hotel and one of the lights was broken which threw a shadow across the walkway and into the field beyond.

A plan started to form as I watched young women walking up and down the walkway. The fashion of the day seemed to promote short dresses and chunky heels as going out attire and I started to think how easy it would be to hide under the carpet and fulfill my wildest fantasy. I thought about it and dismissed the idea as stupid – I would have to spend at least five hours under there as the functions were from seven till midnight and once committed there was no going back. As I watched the women going back and forth I thought I could easily last five hours as the chunky heels did not cause too much pain and it was more a feeling of being squashed down now and again for a short time rather than the painful trample you get from spike heels. Continue reading “Too Much 4.3 (13)“