Mistress Trampling Stories

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Felling Games

by groinkickgirl on Aug 18, 2007
Fetish

There is a variety of games, some are for individuals, others are for teams. Some involve kicks, others face sitting, some involve groin kicks, others trampling, some are softly, others are merciless, some end with the men being wanked off and others with submission, but all involve the girl first taking them man off his feet and then going on top of him, an...

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The Trio's New Addition Pt. 02

by TeroWright on Mar 3, 2020
Fetish

It's surreal for the trio to see her excitement build with every step she takes. Less than ten seconds in on him, Gracelyn flings her size 6 1/2's off to the side and works her feet under his shirt with haste so she can knead at his stomach with her toes. 'This girl definitely knows what she's doing,' Brian thinks to himself. He can't feel her weight, but s...

The Trio's New Addition Pt. 03

by TeroWright on Jul 13, 2020
Fetish

"How was that?" Christie asks. "Ohhhhhh, fuck me that was so amazing!" Gracelyn replies. "I'm a total mess, but my God was it so worth it!" "I am so happy to hear it," Christie says with a smile, intentionally playing on the girl's word usage. She walks across her stomach to the floor, turning to offer her a hand up, "Shall we get you cleaned up?" Gracely...

Serving My Boss

by womensToilet on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

I'm a lucky guy. I was born from an extremely wealthy family. My father being a politician and my grand-father being the founder of a successful company I pretty much enjoyed my life since I was a little kid. I was not overly spoiled though. My parents always believed I had to demonstrate my worth. I was also quite a good looking guy, 6 ft tall, blonde hair...

My Concubines

by fidelio1 on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

DISCLAIMER To all who have sent me congratulatory messages about my new-found happiness - alas, what follows is fiction, partially based on some actual experiences, but all in all, it is mainly wishful thinking! "To everything, there is a season, and life is good." Chapter One It was good to be home. Even better this time, as this trip to China yielded t...

Glade and Ivory Ch. 15

by bradley_stoke on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

It was the time of the year to travel south. Everyone knew it. It was less than half a moon since Ivory's village celebrated the Autumn Equinox with traditional solemnity, but the snow had settled at night and not melted, the mammoths were restless, and the sky was thick with flying geese. "Tomorrow!" announced Chief Cave Lion. "Today we gather what we need...

The World Possessed Pt. 03

by warduminanna on Sep 19, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter 7 The freezing night air hit me like a wall as we left the laboratory, and a snow-laden gale swooped down on us. Inside her electric blue aura, the Goddess seemed impervious to the cold. I, however, immediately began shivering uncontrollably, my teeth chattered, my erection vanished and my balls contracted. The cold cut through my naked body, pierci...

Kaen & Amber Ch. 1

by Blackie67 on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

On one of the few times that he was able to get away from the pack den, Kaen strolled through the woods, his thoughts on everything else except on Ryan and those damned machines that he had been ordered to work upon. He walked slowly, hands deep in his pockets, the scars in his face a little worse since he had been in a few fights and his hair hung loose cov...

A Whole Lotta Domme

by MsTrina on Sep 18, 2017
BDSM

Confessions of a Dominant BBW... Being a 'big' girl in today's street parlance usually refers to the bra size one looks for in Marks and Spencer. But I've always been a 'big girl' -- since even before my mammaries started developing into the super-size jugs they are now. It wasn't that I ate too much -- it just seemed that was how I was meant to be. My gra...

Scarlette

by BL00DLUST on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Preface: It is helpful to read "Only because there's still blood on the blade" in my other writing. My boots were silent as I glided across the damp grass. I walked between the rows of headstones, hearing the voices from beneath the surface of the earth. The dead have a lot more to say that most of the living. They don't mind me being here, trampling throug...