Trample Stories

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How I Became a Slave

by tramplemynuts on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

This story is completely facetious. None of it happened in real life, the names are completely random. It is purely a story of my imagination with a bit of fantasy ;-) I never thought my life could change so much just be meeting one person and boy was I wrong. I met my wife Julie in college and we were a happy go lucky couple. We spent almost every waki...

A Trample Party Pt. 03

by TeroWright on Nov 18, 2019
Fetish

In my confusion and hazy excuse for a thought process, Kacie has returned and is standing inches from my face. I roll over enough to make solid eye contact with her, and she gives me this look like 'surprised to see me again?' What a view from down here! Looking up at Christie and Kacie is enough to make any man blush, skip a heartbeat, forget his name, any...

A Trample Party Pt. 04 - Finale

by TeroWright on Nov 18, 2019
Fetish

With her socked toes resting lightly on my chest, she playfully teases "he's about to get a whole lot redder!" "Here, how about a head start~" A sassy and somewhat sadistic play on words from Ariel as she steps on my neck, pinning it to the floor much like Kacie was moments ago, but with only one foot. "I meant his chest and stomach mainly," Amber quips at...

A Trample Party Pt. 02

by TeroWright on Nov 18, 2019
Fetish

"You know it!" Christie says with that lovely smile of hers. "Must be a rare one then," Amber comments as she walks past me on her way to the kitchen. The girls follow Amber and strike up conversation in the kitchen, but do so in a whisper. I try to look over to get a better view of her, but my attempts are thwarted moments later as Kacie stands back up on...

A Trample Party Pt. 01

by TeroWright on Nov 18, 2019
Fetish

Trust, it's one thing that can make or break a friendship. It's something that can take a lifetime to gain, and be gone in a second. It's also one feeling that doesn't require words to describe; enough can be said with body language alone. Rare is it to find friends you instantly feel you can trust within a day or two of meeting based on instinct alone, but...

An Interview with a Trample Lover

by TeroWright on Jan 21, 2020
Letters & Transcripts

Author's Note: This story correlates with Christie's trampling adventures commonly found under the 'Fetish' category. It has been converted from a fictional transcript, and is therefore mostly TELL and very little show. The interview is done in real-time and is a tad over an hour long. ----------------------- Not being one to shy away from something differ...

Death's New Bride

by TinyBeth on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Alyssa's feet trampled over the gravel path through the woods. She took a deep breath of exultation as she entered a clearing. She could feel the power of the place as it reverberated from the trees to the stones. All Hallows Eve, Halloween, Samhain- it was the night the veil between the worlds was thinnest and the beginning of a new year. Maybe even a new l...

Watching You, Watching Me

by mummys dirty angel on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It was a cold night as I trampled my way through the dark, dense woodland. The thin crescent moon gave me very little assistance as I trundled over dry bracken. The feel of it breaking and crackling under my feet heightened my senses. The sound echoed in the darkness. I knew what I was looking for. You instructed me a few days ago that I should walk across t...

Foot Fetish Romance

by PhiteWill on May 7, 2019
Fetish

You're a male student, who's had a lifelong dream of getting trampled under another person's feet, but so far you never had the courage to tell anyone about your secret desire. A cafeteria is attached to that university (or college) building where you study, and students like you love going there for lunch. Since you're introverted, you often sit at a tiny t...

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The Perks of Being Me

by TheTropicsOfDesire on Sep 16, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

I've known my Wife for years, and find her terribly sexy. Turned on by her movements and her mannerisms, I'm constantly at odds with myself not to trample her with my desires. Point of fact, I'm usually rejected. Maybe it's the way I come on to her, or maybe there's a deeper more physiological problem. She knows it bothers me, and I know it bothers her. Bu...