Women with shoes step on bare feet

[Footstomplover]

Always intentionally close

That's the spirit! I am doing exactly the same.

I was the only one barefoot

For me, this would raise the barrier of doing it (but also add to the excitement) as I would be doing something that no one else is doing and might be considered as strange. In one's own place that effect would be reduced as it could be considered natural to barefoot there. On the other hand, due to the crowd and the filthy floor, people might still find it weired to see a barefoot person. Another aspect could be the temperature / time of the year: was that party in fall/winter given that most girls were wearing boots (I suppose no one wore sandals or flip-flops)? In such a scenario I would guess that people expect that the ones who do not wear shoes, wear at least socks.

it was that tight and close in that crowd, I’ve never felt so vulnerable

This is such an amazing feeling! Even though I must admit that I would be quite in fear around the ladies in stiletto heels as those could cause serious injury. My favourites would have been the ankle boots with block heel: one can feel quite vulnerable being barefoot next to women wearing those. For me especially when the soles (and maybe even the heels) have nasty treads that can leave impressive marks on my foot. Do you remember if women wore this particular type of ankle boots at the party and, if yes, whether your feet got crushed by them? Maybe even while she was twisting her boot?

I did it a few times we had parties

Sounds promising, any details are of course highly appreciated

I love your stories by the way.

Thank you for the kind feedback! I still have some more memories that I would like to write down, but creating the actual texts is not so easy for me, so it can take some time.

[freedomstrike]

Always intentionally close

That's the spirit! I am doing exactly the same.

I was the only one barefoot

For me, this would raise the barrier of doing it (but also add to the excitement) as I would be doing something that no one else is doing and might be considered as strange. In one's own place that effect would be reduced as it could be considered natural to barefoot there. On the other hand, due to the crowd and the filthy floor, people might still find it weired to see a barefoot person. Another aspect could be the temperature / time of the year: was that party in fall/winter given that most girls were wearing boots (I suppose no one wore sandals or flip-flops)? In such a scenario I would guess that people expect that the ones who do not wear shoes, wear at least socks.

it was that tight and close in that crowd, I’ve never felt so vulnerable

This is such an amazing feeling! Even though I must admit that I would be quite in fear around the ladies in stiletto heels as those could cause serious injury. My favourites would have been the ankle boots with block heel: one can feel quite vulnerable being barefoot next to women wearing those. For me especially when the soles (and maybe even the heels) have nasty treads that can leave impressive marks on my foot. Do you remember if women wore this particular type of ankle boots at the party and, if yes, whether your feet got crushed by them? Maybe even while she was twisting her boot?

I did it a few times we had parties

Sounds promising, any details are of course highly appreciated

I love your stories by the way.

Thank you for the kind feedback! I still have some more memories that I would like to write down, but creating the actual texts is not so easy for me, so it can take some time.

Memory says it was warm inside the house just due to the number of people inside but a little cold outside. It’s been at least 10 years, don’t remember what season it was. People were wearing every type of shoe and boot but boots were the most common. Being stepped on by a combat boot style of shoe, she stepped backwards and caught my whole foot with her heel kinda hurt and she didn’t notice at all. Most of the boots had flat soles though.

The only other one I remember particularly well was a dress up party we had and I ended up hanging out with two college seniors wearing black pumps. One of them was a patent rounded toe with a 1cm heel and the other one was matte black pointy toed and had the sharpest heels I’d ever seen. Got trod on under the sole and under heel all night as we played party games and was drunk enough that I didn’t feel the pain till the next day. We ended up walking a kilometre there and back to get McDonalds at midnight too.

[Footstomplover]

Being stepped on by a combat boot style of shoe, she stepped backwards and caught my whole foot with her heel kinda hurt and she didn’t notice at all.

Ouch, that sounds intense! Pretty cool that she did not notice.

Got trod on under the sole and under heel all night as we played party games and was drunk enough that I didn’t feel the pain till the next day. We ended up walking a kilometre there and back to get McDonalds at midnight too.

Were you barefoot while playing party games and even when walking to McDonalds? If yes, how did you manage to do that? And the ladies kept their heels on the entire time?

[freedomstrike]

Being stepped on by a combat boot style of shoe, she stepped backwards and caught my whole foot with her heel kinda hurt and she didn’t notice at all.

Ouch, that sounds intense! Pretty cool that she did not notice.

Got trod on under the sole and under heel all night as we played party games and was drunk enough that I didn’t feel the pain till the next day. We ended up walking a kilometre there and back to get McDonalds at midnight too.

Were you barefoot while playing party games and even when walking to McDonalds? If yes, how did you manage to do that? And the ladies kept their heels on the entire time?

Yep to all. It was suggested and we simply walked out. Was cold and in costume we were all probably underdressed so we huddled pretty tight. Feet were sore after the walk on the concrete and the cold. Getting kicked and pinched from the side on the walk wasn’t too bad. Those heels left a mark when I got stood on properly though.

[Footstomplover]

Yep to all. It was suggested and we simply walked out. Was cold and in costume we were all probably underdressed so we huddled pretty tight. Feet were sore after the walk on the concrete and the cold. Getting kicked and pinched from the side on the walk wasn’t too bad.

Wow, that was really brave of you to go outside barefoot when it was so cold that you had to huddle so tight that you got kicked and pinched. No one mentioned your bare feet in that situation?

Those heels left a mark when I got stood on properly though.

Sounds like you got your reward for the sore feet due to the walk on the concrete and the cold
Or was that during the McDonalds trip and you had to continue walking after being stood on with those heels which may not have made the walk easier?

What I forgot to ask previously: the 1 cm heel you mentioned, are you referring to the height or the width there? And what would be the respective other quantity?





Here is a nice video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DR2Y_RbN7y8
The other ones in the same channel are also interesting.

[freedomstrike]

Yep to all. It was suggested and we simply walked out. Was cold and in costume we were all probably underdressed so we huddled pretty tight. Feet were sore after the walk on the concrete and the cold. Getting kicked and pinched from the side on the walk wasn’t too bad.

Wow, that was really brave of you to go outside barefoot when it was so cold that you had to huddle so tight that you got kicked and pinched. No one mentioned your bare feet in that situation?

Those heels left a mark when I got stood on properly though.

Sounds like you got your reward for the sore feet due to the walk on the concrete and the cold
Or was that during the McDonalds trip and you had to continue walking after being stood on with those heels which may not have made the walk easier?

What I forgot to ask previously: the 1 cm heel you mentioned, are you referring to the height or the width there? And what would be the respective other quantity?





Here is a nice video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DR2Y_RbN7y8
The other ones in the same channel are also interesting.

Probably because we were all so drunk that no one cared. 1cm width. Probably 3 inches high.

[Footstomplover]

In the tram


One day last week I took the tram. It was a hot summer day, so I could wear flip-flops. When I reached the station, I did not see any interesting woman, so I had to hope that there would be some in the tram. When it arrived, I checked the interior before it even stopped. I noticed a promising woman (in her 40s I guess), but as she was sitting on the same side as the platform, I was not able to see her shoes. However, the important thing was: the seat behind her was free! So when the tram stopped, I quickly entered (even though not many people entered with me) and took the seat behind her. While sitting down, I could glance under her seat and take a look at her shoes: she was wearing blue espadrille-like sandals with platform jute soles and rather high wedge heels -- at least 10 cm, maybe even more. These are similar:

https://www.oluxury.com/eu_en/castaner- ... xZfE58WXww

I immediately slipped off my flip-flops and moved my bare feet under her seat. It did not take long and I touched her wedge heels with my toes. I had seen before that her heels were on the floor, so I could not slide my feet under them. I kept my feet close to her heels -- even maintaining a slight touch. My right foot was behind her right one and my left foot was a bit left of her left one -- in case she moved sideways if she wanted to get off the tram.

After a while she moved her feet which caused them to bump into mine. There was no reaction from her, so I maintained my position. A few moments later, I felt another movement and this time it resulted in her lifting her heels, bringing her feet back and then lowering her heels again -- right on my feet! Her right reel landed squarely on my big and second toe, her left heel only caught the inner part of my big toe. She did not apply to much pressure, her heels were just resting on my toes. But they were very hard, so already this inflicted a bit of pain. Like always, it was heaven at the same time: my unprotected bare feet under the hard shoes of a beatiful woman and she just left her shoes there -- apparently without noticing anything!

This was a perfect scenario and I enjoyed every second of it. But then things started to look bad: it appeared that she intended to get off the tram as she grabbed her bag to prepare for the exit. And indeed, a few moments later, she got up. Luckily, she did not move her feet before doing that, so she transferred her full weight on her heels into my toes! Of course this was a wonderful feeling, but also pretty painful, especially for my left foot: there, her heel slid down the inside of my big toe and part my skin got pinched between the floor and the bottom of that heel. She looked down, so she might have noticed my feet. But fortunately, she did not look at me, but instead simply continued to the door and got off at the next station.

Later that day, I took another tram and while waiting at the station, it was the same situation as before: no interesting woman in sight. So again I tried to check out the people that were already in the tram while it was stopping. And again I was lucky: on the opposite side, I noticed a girl which was sitting next to (probably) her mom and that mom was wearing white converse.

https://www.zappos.com/p/converse-chuck ... color/3124

She was also wearing wide long pants, so I could not recognize whether her converse were lo-tops or hi-tops, but I could tell for sure that they were "regular" ones and not the ones with a platform sole. There was only one problem: the seat behind mom was occupied. However, the one behind her daughter was free, so I took that one. Again flip-flops off immediately and I noticed that the girl, who was sitting next to me had brought up her feet in the air and pressed her knees against the back of mom's seat. So I brought my right foot forward and to the right, so that mom could step on it with her left converse. She had her left foot rather in the back, so when glancing down, I could even see it. Her heel was lifted, so I slid my foot under it. Glancing down again I could then enjoy seeing my foot in the right position. I additionally verified it by slightly raising my big toe: it touched her left converse sole.

My position was perfect, but unfortunately mom did not press down her heel on my foot. The longer I waited, the more nervous I became thinking about the scenario that I had to get off the tram before mom had moved. When it was only one more station to go, I noticed that mom and her daughter appeared to prepare themselves for exiting. While getting up, mom only slightly touched my foot. She looked down and also bent down to get a bag from the floor and I feared that she would have seen my feet in the process. When she was not looking down anymore, I stretched my foot a bit more. Then mom started to move: first her left foot which did not score another hit on my foot. But with her right one afterwards, she squarely stepped on my right one! She pressed down with quite some weight, but her converse sole was suprisingly soft, so it was not painful at all -- just an amazing feeling! There was no reaction from her, she just moved to the door. As I had to get off, too, I slipped my flip-flops back on and followed her. I did not attempt another foot trample, but after exiting the tram, I had the chance to look at her converse again while she was walking away.

[freedomstrike]

In the tram


One day last week I took the tram. It was a hot summer day, so I could wear flip-flops. When I reached the station, I did not see any interesting woman, so I had to hope that there would be some in the tram. When it arrived, I checked the interior before it even stopped. I noticed a promising woman (in her 40s I guess), but as she was sitting on the same side as the platform, I was not able to see her shoes. However, the important thing was: the seat behind her was free! So when the tram stopped, I quickly entered (even though not many people entered with me) and took the seat behind her. While sitting down, I could glance under her seat and take a look at her shoes: she was wearing blue espadrille-like sandals with platform jute soles and rather high wedge heels -- at least 10 cm, maybe even more. These are similar:

https://www.oluxury.com/eu_en/castaner- ... xZfE58WXww

I immediately slipped off my flip-flops and moved my bare feet under her seat. It did not take long and I touched her wedge heels with my toes. I had seen before that her heels were on the floor, so I could not slide my feet under them. I kept my feet close to her heels -- even maintaining a slight touch. My right foot was behind her right one and my left foot was a bit left of her left one -- in case she moved sideways if she wanted to get off the tram.

After a while she moved her feet which caused them to bump into mine. There was no reaction from her, so I maintained my position. A few moments later, I felt another movement and this time it resulted in her lifting her heels, bringing her feet back and then lowering her heels again -- right on my feet! Her right reel landed squarely on my big and second toe, her left heel only caught the inner part of my big toe. She did not apply to much pressure, her heels were just resting on my toes. But they were very hard, so already this inflicted a bit of pain. Like always, it was heaven at the same time: my unprotected bare feet under the hard shoes of a beatiful woman and she just left her shoes there -- apparently without noticing anything!

This was a perfect scenario and I enjoyed every second of it. But then things started to look bad: it appeared that she intended to get off the tram as she grabbed her bag to prepare for the exit. And indeed, a few moments later, she got up. Luckily, she did not move her feet before doing that, so she transferred her full weight on her heels into my toes! Of course this was a wonderful feeling, but also pretty painful, especially for my left foot: there, her heel slid down the inside of my big toe and part my skin got pinched between the floor and the bottom of that heel. She looked down, so she might have noticed my feet. But fortunately, she did not look at me, but instead simply continued to the door and got off at the next station.

Later that day, I took another tram and while waiting at the station, it was the same situation as before: no interesting woman in sight. So again I tried to check out the people that were already in the tram while it was stopping. And again I was lucky: on the opposite side, I noticed a girl which was sitting next to (probably) her mom and that mom was wearing white converse.

https://www.zappos.com/p/converse-chuck ... color/3124

She was also wearing wide long pants, so I could not recognize whether her converse were lo-tops or hi-tops, but I could tell for sure that they were "regular" ones and not the ones with a platform sole. There was only one problem: the seat behind mom was occupied. However, the one behind her daughter was free, so I took that one. Again flip-flops off immediately and I noticed that the girl, who was sitting next to me had brought up her feet in the air and pressed her knees against the back of mom's seat. So I brought my right foot forward and to the right, so that mom could step on it with her left converse. She had her left foot rather in the back, so when glancing down, I could even see it. Her heel was lifted, so I slid my foot under it. Glancing down again I could then enjoy seeing my foot in the right position. I additionally verified it by slightly raising my big toe: it touched her left converse sole.

My position was perfect, but unfortunately mom did not press down her heel on my foot. The longer I waited, the more nervous I became thinking about the scenario that I had to get off the tram before mom had moved. When it was only one more station to go, I noticed that mom and her daughter appeared to prepare themselves for exiting. While getting up, mom only slightly touched my foot. She looked down and also bent down to get a bag from the floor and I feared that she would have seen my feet in the process. When she was not looking down anymore, I stretched my foot a bit more. Then mom started to move: first her left foot which did not score another hit on my foot. But with her right one afterwards, she squarely stepped on my right one! She pressed down with quite some weight, but her converse sole was suprisingly soft, so it was not painful at all -- just an amazing feeling! There was no reaction from her, she just moved to the door. As I had to get off, too, I slipped my flip-flops back on and followed her. I did not attempt another foot trample, but after exiting the tram, I had the chance to look at her converse again while she was walking away.

Nice story. I have so many train crush stories. Reminds me of the time I was riding the train. Young lady wearing brown leather ankle boots with a worn leather sole and wooden heels similar to what linked sat next to me. Was raining outside and I was barefoot. She sat with her legs a little wide and ended up trampling the tip of the second toe if my left foot under the sole of her boot. I remember feeling how damp the sole of her shoe was and I think she felt something underneath her because she kept playing with it, just twisting and grinding without ever looking down. Sometimes actually pushed down forward with her heels up and just ground it under her boot, sometimes lifting her soles onto her heels and dropping them back down hard. I felt her heels when she did this scrape against the side of my foot, the corners were extremely sharp. The soles while smooth were incredibly stiff with no give at all and the pain on my toe was pretty extreme. I was surprised at how much friction and how rough leather soles could be. She ended up leaving on the same station as me and she stood up still on my toe and just twisting 90 degrees as she got off the seat. I don’t think she ever noticed in the hour that she trampled me. Limped a little when I followed her out onto the damp platform and through the station to the exit, felt so vulnerable behind her. When I looked at my toe later it was a little flattened with dirt ground into it.

https://www.styletread.com.au/fitz-tan- ... gIbofD_BwE

Another time I was in college and my friend and I were sharing a long barstool while working on a computer. When she came to join, she dropped her black ankle boot directly onto my left big toe and hooked the front of her heels onto probably what she thought was the bar on the stool. Having just my big toe being crushed onto a narrow 1cm thin bar really hurt especially if she was the type to keep moving her feet and fidget. Lots of changes to the angle and therefore the crush on my toe, grinding against the bar and little stomps when she would get excited. She must have found that spot a little uneven because eventually she would eventually drag her boot back and just rest the balls of her feet on my toe and just bounce. She never looked down and never ever thought about what she was stepping on for an hour. Eventually just dragged her boot forward over my foot and jumped off stool with a loud clack. My big toe was pretty bruised and quite dirty after it, I think she’d dragged nearly all the accumulated boot dirt onto it.

https://www.shoolu.com/kenneth-cole-yor ... k-leather/

Many years ago, I was riding the train home from the beach, again barefoot when a lady dressed like an office secretary, extremely attractive wearing a necklace with “Angela” sat directly in front of me facing me wearing pointy classic black pumps. Very quickly the section filled up with all 6 seats filled and it being very crowded, she looked me in the eyes and stepped down onto my bare toes on my right foot. When didn’t move or react Angela put her full weight down onto my foot and when I still didn’t react she twisted slightly which was surprisingly not as painful as I thought. My first time being crushed by the sole of a pair of high heels. She smiled slightly and then put her right shoe onto my left foot looked out the window and relaxed crushing both of my feet full weight. Again, journey was a little more than an hour long and she spent it playing with my bare feet with her stilettos including spiking my bare feet with her the insanely sharp edges of her heels. She got off at the station before mine and winked at me as she planted both soles on my toes, twisting violently 90 degrees to face out and gave me a parting gift of a few stomps with her stiletto heels. Left that one with plenty of little scrapes and heel prints on my bare feet.

https://www.thebs.com/au/leather-pointy ... kors-93040

Another memorable train story I was riding the train to the airport during peak hour, again in the tight end cubicle where the seats face each other. The train was full and I had a fairly large duffel bag on my lap obscuring the foot space. Was surrounded on all sides by businesswomen. I slipped off my flip flops and my right little toes was immediately crushed under the heel of a pair of black suede flats. There wasn’t much foot space and toes immediately stubbed after that and then crushed under the front of a pair of square toed ankle boots with a very thick and unforgiving flat sole. On my left side my bare foot was directly up against a white pair of smooth leather flat shoes with a very aggressive tread which while it didn’t step on me would bite into the skin over that very rough section of track. They all left after a few stations, stomping all over my toes that they couldn’t see on the way out. That time I wasn’t even trying to get stepped on. The woman with the boots tripped over my feet that she couldn’t see and ended up giving me a nasty heel stomp on my right foot and a slip and drag while crushing my left on the way out. I don’t think she even knew it was my bare feet she tripped on.

Another good story [/img]was when I first graduated high school and on my break before starting college. Went to a house party and was drinking with a friend. She got up, tripped and when I was helping her up she slipped on the floor and ended up stomping on my left foot with her lace up high heel boots 3-4 times before she regained her footing. Her footing regained with her heel firmly planted on my bare foot and my feet tingling from the imprints of her tread sole. Totally unintentional and drunk enough that she didn’t notice at all.

[freedomstrike]

I’ve got a few more quite memorable stories including one with an ex-gf and her pair of riding boots when I have time. She would step on things including my feet or drag me through a puddle while I was barefoot just for fun then wipe her boots off on my foot.

[freedomstrike]

Many years ago now, I dated a girl who while extremely affectionate and loving, would enjoy domination and especially loved to trample using a large collection of boots. One day we were both in college and we were both studying in a quiet corner on campus with me lying on the ground with a textbook and her, on a laptop in a lounger wearing a gorgeous pair of black riding boots, knee high with a thick chunky inch high heel. Bored I started tapping random keys on her laptop and she responded by kicking me in the cheek with the toe of her boot which while she no doubt intentionally did it quite gently, immediately stung. I held her right boot down and she stomped (gently) on my face and held it there for a few seconds before letting me go. I relished in the feeling of the shallow tread and the smell of leather, rubber and crushed grass. She put her foot down and I cuddled her boots tightly, pillowed them and she smiled at me and continued working. I turned to my side and she pushed the side of her left boot against my face and began caressing me with her foot. I gave it a kiss and she gave me but a single instruction “lick” and I happily obliged tasting the leather and the side of the sole as it brushed up and down by face. I lay there happily for a while before she announced that she was hungry, near dinner time. We packed up our gear and as I was looking around for my flip flops she gave me an evil grin and showed them to me tucked away inside her handbag. She hooked her arms inside mine and dragged me outside where it was beginning to drizzle with puddles forming on the pavement. Clearly I was hesitant as she immediately pulled me into the rain, it was winter and my bare feet immediately felt the chill of the wind and my toes were numb from icy cold concrete. We stepped out into the drizzle with myself now feeling increasingly vulnerable and naked next to the loud clicking of her boots. I felt a yank and I stumbled slightly to my right, my feet splashing into a deep puddle with a stinging scuff to the sole of my foot. I looked down and my pant leg was beginning to soak. I looked at her, annoyed, only receiving an amused grin in return. I kicked the puddle at her, splashing harmlessly against her boots. She kicked back, soaking me again. Annoyed I kicked the side of her left boot, only resulting in a stubbed toe for me and a confused “what did you think would happen” expression. We kept walking, my feet now not only freezing cold but feeling slimy from the puddles we were trudging through not to mention a “shortcut” through sludgy grass and up a muddy, rocky embankment she barely noticed but where I was wincing with every step. Eventually we’re seated in the corner booth of the restaurant and she immediately plants the sole of her boot on my foot. I’m definitely feeling cold now and snuggle tightly against her. Dinner was delicious and uneventful, as per usual she forgot about her shoe on top of my foot and I got a fairly well crushed as a result. After dinner, the sun had since gone down and the temperature plummeted, flip flops weren’t going to help with the cold and I didn’t bother asking for them back. As we walked, we huddled tightly against each other, my bare foot being repeatedly pinched by the side of her unforgiving boot as we walked something I had gotten quite used to by this point in our relationship. We reached our share house, my feet now quite sore from walking on the pavement naked and from the cold and was keen to run upstairs to my bedroom where we would normally spend the evening watch YouTube videos. She pulled me back from the stairs, kicked me square on my bare toes with the front of her boot and said “my boots are dirty”. My toes still stinging from being kicked, she began wiping the soles and sides of her boots against my bare feet. Black streaks of grime and mud came off her boots, toes crushed and scraped as she dragged the soles and the corners of her heels over my soft, previously fairly clean skin. “You can lick the rest of later” and she pulled me upstairs. We turned on the TV as we sat off the side of my bed, me properly freezing now and quite aroused by the events of the evening, I pulled her arm over my shoulders and snuggled into her chest. She kissed me on the forehead and we settled into the video. Cold, I wrapped my legs up against her and I could feel her warm boots against my freezing cold bare feet. Happily settled there and barely paying attention, I closed my eyes and snuggled tighter into her breast. Eventually she began to shift, I felt the hard sole of the side of her boot move up my leg then felt a sharp, cutting pain across all of the toes of my right foot. She’d inadvertently put left edge of her left boot onto my toes with the rest of her boot angled on her right boot. With all the force concentrated just on that edge, by far the most painful crush I had that evening. I held her tighter and snuggled harder into her chest, she looked down, kissed me against and held me tightly not realising what had changed. I spent the rest of that evening in that position, feeling the edge of her boot cut into my toes, the sharp edge and corner of her heel destroying my smallest toe, pain amplified by every twist of her foot and every little adjustment of position. When she finally got off my foot to use the bathroom, I saw a clear bruise across all of my toes where the edge of her boot had been. My feet ached as we went to bed and hurt for days afterwards.