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.
Multi-girl trampling story from Texas Kenpo
My cousin called me from Illinois, hey cuz, how have you been, she asked? Wow hey, it’s been a long time, I’m good what about you?
We talked a while and she said why don’t you come visit us this summer, it’s been what 10 years, next year will be our Senior year, this is pretty much our last chance.
Right, I said, let me see if I can get Lisa, a good friend of mine to take my horse for a few weeks, I’m a team roper and not riding JB, with leave him out of shape and barn sour.
Oh Kristy said, what ever all that means she said laughing, my cousin Kristy lives in Hoffman Estates IL, it’s a suburb of Chicago. Being a city girl she knows nothing of ranch life or rodeo. I’m sure it sounded like I was speaking Spanish.
Texas Kenpo as a high school student
The summer before my Senior year of High School I had a summer I will never forget. Most summers I spent working our small ranch in East Texas.
Totally vanilla girl doesn’t hesitate to trample her classmate
I’m taking a night class at the local community college this year and there are a few cute females there. So obviously, since day one, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get one of them to trample me.
Tonight I finally went for it. The girl’s name is Julia and she is about 5’5″ 135 lbs (1.65m, 60 kg) with long brunette hair. Julia is fairly sexy with a nice rack and tiny waist. Definitely a girl you’d notice at a bar. But she always wore casual clothes (mostly jeans and t-shirts) which suggested a relaxed & easy going demeanor.
ChatGPT story about a sexy cousin who enjoys trampling
Eighteen-year-old Jake stepped out of the car at his aunt’s house, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He had been looking forward to his summer visit, but he always felt a bit overshadowed by his older cousin, Mia. At twenty, Mia was tall, strikingly beautiful, and radiated a confidence that sometimes intimidated him. Their relationship had always been more about rivalry than camaraderie.
Trampled by his friend under a variety of footwear
Kicki E is the sexiest and sweetest girl I’ve ever come in contact with. Unfortunately, I messed up the first time she sought body contact with me. It was in the middle of winter when I was alone with her for a short moment. When I turned around, Kicki was standing right close to me. She came up and hugged me, which was overwhelming. At the same time, I felt a steady pressure over one foot. Kicki had placed a foot over mine, and I reflexively hugged her. That with way too stiff and hard hug. I heard her gasp in discomfort, which is why I let her go as if she were a glowing iron. To punish me, she lifted the foot that was on the floor when she backed away. She wasn’t heavy so it was just nice to get her foot over mine. Unfortunately, it only lasted a few seconds, but there was more to come.
Texas Kenpo gets indulged by a kind, attractive woman in heels.
I sat on my back patio, my eyes teared up, the emotions of my recent divorce sometimes rear up. My divorce was finalized 6 months ago.
My wife of 26 years cheated on me with a younger guy, in better shape. I was completely blind sided, I thought everything was fine. Sure we had issues but nothing that we couldn’t work out.
I met my wife twenty seven years ago, I was in the USAF, I was on my 3rd year of a 4 year enlistment. I was 25 years old tall, skinny but toned. I admit I did look really young, so much so, I walked into a liquor store. I placed a bottle of Jack Daniels Black on the counter. Went to get a 12 pack of Miller, they had put the bottle back on the shelf. I ask what are they doing, was told your not old enough. I laughed and pulled out my license.
I was stationed at Kelly AFB, San Antonio, I loved the fact I was able to stay in Texas. Being from a small town in East TX, now being stationed in South TX, was heaven.
Texas Kempo provides more trample stories from his charmed life. Oh to be him . . .
I spent a lot of time outside working our cows, hauling hay, riding my horse, and working on my hot rod truck, I was a young loner, preferred quiet over chaos, and honestly people usually let me down.
My name is Phil Sims, I’m 19 and live in a small town, I’m tall and thin, but surprisingly tone from years of ranch life. I do pretty well with the girls, mostly prefer older ladies, they seem to understand me better. I’m a simple person, easy to get along with and don’t want for much. I’m pretty set in my ways and not looking to change.
One Friday night i wanted to try something different, the small town near me of Kaufman had two country bars, Lee’s Silver Fox, a large hip country bar, its 21 and over but all the kids could easily get fake IDs at the flea market next town over. The door guy didn’t press to hard if it looked even half legit you were in.
I had been there lots of times, I was pretty good on the dance floor, i was somewhat known, I wanted something different tonight, a place I had heard rumors about was Double R Nothing.
Trampling was never something James thought he would enjoy. He had always been a reserved man, keeping his desires and fantasies hidden from the world. That was until he met Laura at a local book club. They bonded over their mutual love for mystery novels and soon found themselves spending more time together.
One evening, after a particularly intense discussion about their latest read, Laura noticed James’s fidgeting uncomfortably. She had always been perceptive and could tell when something was on his mind. Continue reading “Intimate Trampling Exploration“
In a huge city where the hum of life never ceased, lived a man named Jake. One ordinary evening, while walking home, Jake stumbled upon a peculiar shop tucked away in an alley. The sign above the door read “Mystical Curiosities.” Curiosity piqued, Jake ventured inside.
The shop was dimly lit, filled with ancient artifacts and mysterious potions. An elderly shopkeeper greeted him with a knowing smile. “Looking for something special?” she asked. Jake shrugged, eyes wandering over the shelves. “Just browsing,” he replied. Continue reading “Shrunk in Sneaker Insole“