A collection of stories about foot fetish, trampling, female domination, …
guy sees his young friend get trampled by two attractive women wearing their new boots
When I was 11 I often played over at my friends house. He had the most adorable and beautiful mother who used to stand on or walk over her son as a joke at every available opportunity in whatever shoes she happened to be wearing at the time. Sometimes it was even in heels! I remember being soooo envious of him.
boy gets trampled by his 4 young cousins all wearing heels
When I was young I remember a big celebration at our house. The entire extended family was there including my aunt Juniper along with several of my female cousins. The young girls were all wearing party dresses and little girl high heels. I found out later they were called kitten heels and were only a few cm (1-2 inches) tall but came down to a tiny point (like a stiletto).
I was not allowed at the activities because because I was on restriction. Earlier that day I scratched my father’s car with my bicycle. I was angry because it was just an accident and I felt I was unfairly punished. So I was resentful, lying on my belly on the carpet in dining room and playing with some toys on the floor by myself. In the room there were two of my cousins (who had previously stepped on me and used me as a ladder) who were talking to my aunt Juniper.
AJ’s experience from 2002 Vegas Haloween Ball
After another half hour I was somewhat recovered but still very sore. I took a break to go to the Men’s room and look at the twelve to fifteen really wicked, deep and bloody heel marks devil-girl had left in my chest. I had thought there were only about half that many until I got a look in the mirror! Two were so deep, trickles of blood were oozing from them down my front. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt to touch them! But I wrapped myself up with some toilet paper as best I could. I was totally pumped about the rest of the night and wanted more ! Continue reading “Trampled almost to death at Vegas Halloween Ball Part 3“
Guy is worn out after much trampling at a Halloween party when a goddess in metal heeled boots asks him a simple question
Then, the wildest thing happened. This absolutely stunning, really athletic twenty-something, with muscular legs like she lived in a gym, wearing red metal spike heeled boots with all manner of silver buckles, walked up to me. She had an absolutely perfect athletic body! Since I was laying on the ground her boots were right by my head. I could have licked them, but thought better of it. She was wearing a tight leather red devil fetish outfit, complete with tail, and had beautiful tussled blond hair. She had a really tall boyfriend with her about 6’5”, and she probably stood about 5’11” in her boots. She looked down at me and said, kind of sheepishly (and drunkenly), “Okay. Okay…um…my boyfriend wanted me to ask…we were wondering…is there any way I could use you as a, um, doormat…so I could dance face to face with my boyfriend for the first time in my life? So I could be taller? I mean…?” “O my god,” “If you don’t want to,” said the devil-girl, “it’s okay. We just thought…cause we saw other women standing on you…”
Continue reading “Trampled almost to death at Vegas Halloween Ball Part 2“
Obiwan wrote a personal experience with a girlfriend and penny loafers
Moving forward a few years now to 1997. I am now in a good job, but my love life isn’t following suit. (Being ginger and weighing 200 lbs at the time didn’t help.) My trample fetish is as strong as ever but I have never told anyone as I didn’t have any net access so still saw myself as a freak. Continue reading “Penny Loafers Part 2“
The author wrote a fantasy about an introduction to CBT at a young age.
“Hurry up, I’m going to be late!” Peggy yelled out the kitchen window. She didn’t wait to find out whether Matt heard her or whether he listened. It was an important meeting with a new client and she couldn’t afford to make a mistake. She fished through her briefcase, making sure she had everything and snapped the laptop shut. She began to slide her feet into her business pumps, but on second thought reached into the closet for the 4″ black patent heels. Continue reading “Peggy’s Floor Matt“
The author wrote about an interesting experience from his collage days
This is a true story from about five years ago when I was in college in Boston. I’m not mentioning the college, and the girl’s name has been changed to Sara for the sake of this story.
The first three years of my college experience were spent in a coed dorm. In my Freshman year, my roommate became friendly with a Brazilian girl who lived two floors below us. My roommate and I hung out with the same people, and our click of friends would always go out together. This girl, Sara, was always around, and always with us. Sara was olive-skinned with shoulder-length black hair, with attractive hazel eyes. She stood about 5’9″, my height, and had a curvy athletic figure. She was definitely a sexy girl. Sara began making visits to our room around September, so it was still warm. She was always either barefoot or wearing sandals. Simply put, her feet were mouth-watering; tan, slender, high arcs, long toes….and best of all two silver toe rings on each foot. As much as I wanted her feet in my mouth and my tongue between her toes, I never paid too much attention to her until one Friday night at a party I saw her walking on some guy’s back. This obviously caught my attention. I watched this from about 15 ft away. When she was finished I told her “You need to do that to me sometime.” “Anytime, just stop by my room.”, she replied. Continue reading “Under Sara“
Another one of the excellent classic stories restored
First time published on May 13th, 2002
The sound of footsteps from the floor above echoed loudly in the darkness. It aroused Bills’ senses as he lay bound on the cold basement floor. His arms and legs were filled with a dull ache, as it had been almost 4 1/2 hours since Janice had left him tied up there this morning. Janice wanted to do something special for Bill on his birthday as it was his 35th and their first together. She asked him what would make the perfect present. Bill was eager to offer his suggestion. Janice was taken aback at first, but when she saw how excited Bill became as they discussed it, she became determined to make it all he wanted and more. Continue reading “The Birthday Present“
An excellent, old story about a femdom marriage filled with trampling
Alexis and Jim were happily married, though certainly not in a “normal”
sense by any stretch of the imagination. Their unique relationship was, in
fact, based on a very unusual reversal of roles in which she was the dominant partner and he was, most definitely, the passive agent. Although many modern marriages operate smoothly on a reversal of traditional male/female roles, theirs carried the still somewhat unusual and sluggish trend a step further (and I use the term “step” with tongue firmly entrenched in cheek!) To Alexis and Jim, however, the close relationship they enjoyed didn’t seem bizarre or even particularly unusual. Continue reading “The Special Rug“
Dan’s wedding night adventure continues
The ladies enjoyed a light snack of fruit, wine, and cheese. Vivian offered some to her husband who was still tied on the floor. As she fed him she spoke softly and sweetly to him. “Are you having fun dear? How do you like being my little foot slave? I want to know because we can do this regularly if you want. Do you like more than one girl on you at once?” Dan smiled and said, “I like what you like.” Vivian leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “I love trampling you and I get very turned on watching someone else trample you.” She locked onto his lips and gave him a very long, deep, passionate kiss. Dan was elated to hear his wife’s comment. All reservations and inhibitions left his consciousness and he resigned himself to enjoying his predicament. Vivian stood up with one foot on each side of Dan’s head. She looked down at him and smiled and then she looked at Tracy. “Tracy, I believe you have control of my husband’s cock.” She said. Vivian sat on the couch and invited Tracy and Nancy to join her. Tracy sat down and looked right at Dan as she licked her lips. Vivian looked at the clock on the table and yelled, “GO!” Continue reading “Wedding Surprise Part 4“