Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 9th Aug 2005
Hallo Tanja, die Petra hat das Schlachten von ihrer Mutter gelernt, zuerst hat sie Gefl?gel und Kaninchen geschlachtet und sp?ter dann auch gr??ere Tiere. Von wem hast du schlachten gelernt? Wohnst du auch auf einem Hof und wenn ja was f?r Tiere haltet ihr zum schlachten? Schlachtest du deine Kaninchen auch gern ohne Bet?ubung, meine Freundin mag es wenn die Biester wie wild zwischen ihren Beinen zappeln wenn sie ihnen die Kehle aufschneidet, sie meint, Tiere die ohne Bet?ubung geschlachtet werden bluten besser aus und viel mehr Schmerzen haben sie auch nicht wie mit Bet?ubung, denn sie werden schnell Bewu?tlos nach dem Schnitt durch die Kehle weil sie sehr schnell viel Blut verlieren. Zuerst hat sie ja mit Bet?ubung geschlachtet bis eine Freundin ihr mal gesagt hat, alles was du zwischen den Beinen festhalten kannst, kannst du ohne Bet?ubung schlachten. Neulich hab ich zwei H?hnchen ohne Bet?ubung geschlachtet und tats?chlich sie bluten schneller aus als mit und es ist ein geiles Gef?hl wenn sie zwischen den Beinen um ihr Leben zappeln. Normalerweise schlachtet Petra nicht im Minnirock, aber dieses Schaf neulich war ?berraschend krank geworden und sie wollte es schnell erl?sen, deshalb hat sie es einfach im Faltenminnirock zwischen die Beine genommen und ihm mit einem Taschenmesser das ich immer dabei hab schnell die Kehle aufgeschnitten. Sieht echt sexy aus wenn eine Frau im Rock schlachtet. Hast du auch schon mal im Rock geschlachtet und wenn ja was f?r ein Tier? Schlachtet dein Freund auch oder hilft er dir nur dabei?
Vielleicht bis bald und viele Gr??e Wolfgang
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 9th Aug 2005
Hallo Tanja,
was war denn das gr??te Tier, wlches bisher unter Deinen Stiefeln den Tod gefunden hat? Setzt Du beim T?ten von Tieren immer Dein volles Gewicht ein? Wieviel wiegst Du?
was war denn das gr??te Tier, wlches bisher unter Deinen Stiefeln den Tod gefunden hat? Setzt Du beim T?ten von Tieren immer Dein volles Gewicht ein? Wieviel wiegst Du?
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 10th Aug 2005
I don't know very good english but i love this subject since i had a boy friend with sort fetish.. In the begining i only squished for him but then i start feling very conftable about doing it. I don't use those boots but let me tell you guys i had squished mice, spiders what ever crowld in the floor at my path or not i'll be stepped on it. Don't you love when hear the crunchy sound of a snail because i do .....
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 11th Aug 2005
Hello,
great! It's incredible, I found today this post and I think it's absolutely exciting. Crushing bugs and animals under boots is both cruel and sexy. I would love to talk about this with all of you.
I have a fetish for boots (mainly for fashion leather boots, but rubber boots and riding boots are great too) and gloves!
Hope to hear more from you. Do you wear gloves too?
PS I'm 26 and I'm Italian, c'? qualche ragazza italiana?
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great! It's incredible, I found today this post and I think it's absolutely exciting. Crushing bugs and animals under boots is both cruel and sexy. I would love to talk about this with all of you.
I have a fetish for boots (mainly for fashion leather boots, but rubber boots and riding boots are great too) and gloves!
Hope to hear more from you. Do you wear gloves too?
PS I'm 26 and I'm Italian, c'? qualche ragazza italiana?
[email protected]
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 11th Aug 2005
Hi Romy,
you're great! Do you wear fashion leather boots with high heels for crushing? If a bug enters in your house, do you wear gloves to catch it before stomping on it?
Thx
Glovelover
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you're great! Do you wear fashion leather boots with high heels for crushing? If a bug enters in your house, do you wear gloves to catch it before stomping on it?
Thx
Glovelover
[email protected]
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 12th Aug 2005
hallo Wolfgang,
mein freund hilft mir ab und zu dabei. mit blutigen h?nden habe ich ihn noch
nie befriedigt. aber nach dem gemeinsamen schlachten schon. es ist geil.
manchmal bekommen wir vom t?ten nicht genug und machen allerlei viehzeug beim gemeinsamen spaziergang am abend platt. ich mag es auch wenn viecher zwischen den beinen zappeln. aber schafe oder schweine bet?uben wir mit dem bolzen. bei kannichen und gefl?gel brauchen wir den bolzen nicht, zwischen den beinen wird denen einfach der kopf abgetrennt. ich trage dabei meist immer enge jeans und t-shirt,im rock habe ich solche arbeiten noch nie durchgef?hrt. wo bist du her?
am dienstag schlachte ich mit meiner besten freundin zusammen. sie ist lesbisch und ich freue mich schon auf das sexuelle abenteuer hinterher.
mein freund weis es und er wird zusehen. geile vorfreude ?berkommt mich bis dahin und mein freund muss im bett richtig schwitzen. gruss tanja
mein freund hilft mir ab und zu dabei. mit blutigen h?nden habe ich ihn noch
nie befriedigt. aber nach dem gemeinsamen schlachten schon. es ist geil.
manchmal bekommen wir vom t?ten nicht genug und machen allerlei viehzeug beim gemeinsamen spaziergang am abend platt. ich mag es auch wenn viecher zwischen den beinen zappeln. aber schafe oder schweine bet?uben wir mit dem bolzen. bei kannichen und gefl?gel brauchen wir den bolzen nicht, zwischen den beinen wird denen einfach der kopf abgetrennt. ich trage dabei meist immer enge jeans und t-shirt,im rock habe ich solche arbeiten noch nie durchgef?hrt. wo bist du her?
am dienstag schlachte ich mit meiner besten freundin zusammen. sie ist lesbisch und ich freue mich schon auf das sexuelle abenteuer hinterher.
mein freund weis es und er wird zusehen. geile vorfreude ?berkommt mich bis dahin und mein freund muss im bett richtig schwitzen. gruss tanja
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 12th Aug 2005
Viecher platttreten ist schon geil. Noch lieber steige ich aber mit meinen Reitstiefeln auf Menschen drauf. Mein Bruder mu?te schon oft als Teppich dienen - grins. Mit Reitstiefeln wiege ich 72kg das tut an manchen Stellen schon ziemlich weh, besonders wenn ich mich mit vollem Gewicht in die Eier stelle. Hat hier jemand ?hnliche Vorlieben?
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 13th Aug 2005
Hallo Tina, dein Freund hilft dir ab und zu dabei, aber das Tier schlachtest du selber, oder? Das Befriedigen mit der noch blutigen Hand war auch nur dieses eine mal, bisher, es sah einfach zu sexy aus wie sie das Lamm im Minni zwischen ihre Beine nahm und es abgastochen hat, da ist es einfach passiert, schlie?lich bin ich nur ein schwacher Mann. Das w?hre deinem Freund bestimmt auch passiert, wenn er zugesehen h?tte wie du ein Lamm im Minni zwischen deine sexy Beine nimmst und ihm die Kehle aufschneidest, oder was meinst du? Im Sommer tr?gt die Petra oft ein tief ausgeschnittenes T-Shirt und wenn sie dann dem Kaninchen zwischen ihren Beinen die Kehle aufschneidet dann schaukeln ihre Br?ste sexy im Ausschnitt, echt scharf. Schlachtest du auch in einem T-Shirt mit sexy Ausschnitt? Tr?gst du gern kurze Kleider oder Minnir?cke oder gehst du lieber in Jeans in deiner Freizeit? Nichts gegen Hosen, alles zu seiner Zeit, aber eine Frau sieht im Kleid oder Rock einfach weiblicher aus, eben sexy, meinst du nicht auch?
Klar, du hast schon recht die gr??ern Schafe bet?ubt die Petra auch mit dem Bolzen oder wenn die Patronen alle sind, nimmt sie auch schon mal einen Kn?ppel und zieht dem Schaf eins ?ber und wenn es dann zu Boden gegangen ist, kniet sie sich drauf und schneidet den Hals auf.
Wau du kannst auch Schweine schlachten, es gibt bestimmt nicht viele Frauen die das k?nnen oder meinst du es gibt viele Frauen die Schweine schlachten k?nnen? Von wem hast du schlachten gelernt und alt warst du als du etwa als du das erste mal selbst geschlachtet hast?
Was wollt ihr beiden Frauen am Dienstag schlachten, erz?hlst du mir dar?ber und wie der Sex war nachdem ihr geschlachtet habt? Ich erz?hl es auch keinem weiter, nicht mal der Petra wenn du willst!
Wir wohnen bei D?sseldorf und ihr, wo seit ihr zu Hause?
?brigens, deine E-Mail funktioniert nicht, meine Mail an dich kommt zur?ck und kann nicht gesendet werden. Es funktioniert nur ?ber dieses Forum. Schreib du doch mal an meine E-Mail, vielleicht klappt es dann.
Viel Spass am Dienstag mit deiner Freundin,
Gru? Wolfgang
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 13th Aug 2005
I have to say a big thanks to all the ladies who have posted their experiences in this thread, I never thought you existed and my dreams were just dreams. My long time partner used to love to tease me in her rubber riding boots, but not to the full extent of my dreams, so just knowing that it does happen for real is a dream fulfilled.
Here is one dream that one day I would love to receive as a birthday present, its purely fictitious but I am sure there is a lot of other guys out there who would like this compared to the usual pants and socks.
Enjoy:-
A surprise birthday present.
As I slipped my foot into the soft red fabric lining, wriggling my foot down towards the toe of the boot, just gently pulling on the rubber shaft to ease my heal in, with a sudden jerk my foot was snugly encased in its rubber home. Sitting holding my foot out in front of me, I admired the sheen of my new black rubber riding boots, although I still felt a bit apprehensive about heading outside in them for all to see, even though I had seen other girls wearing them out and about during our wet spring.
I had sofar resisted my husbands? previous requests, actually pleas, to let him buy me a pair, for my fear of looking silly, as I knew he would be pleading with me to wear them out in public, yet as I passed the horse tack shop today and saw this pair lined up with all the other riding boots and colorful wellies and with the weather playing its usual spring trick of sudden showers, I decided I would give him a nice birthday surprise tonight, instead of pants and socks as previously planed, so in I popped and asked the assistant for a pair of size six, which when he offered them to me to tried on, I promptly refused with my phobia of being seen in riding boots out in public making me blush noticeably, however now back home, one boot is now snugly on my foot and I am beginning to feel more confident as my jeans tucked in the boot actually looks very smart and sort of sexy in a dominant sort of way.
Pulling the other boot on, I sat there, both boots held out in front of me, just gently tapping them together, the rubber shafts just slapping together, as I wriggled my toes I could see the rubber surface gently mimicking there shape, I was surprised how comfortable they felt, but now for the biggest test, could I pluck up the courage to be seen wearing them, while taking Mickey, our dog, for a walk around the block.
As I pulled the back door to, Mickey already knew he was going for a walk by his frantic pulling on his lead to be first out of the garden gate, luckily for me the spring shower from this morning had passed over and the sun was trying to break cover of the dark clouds, so only the need for a light rain coat, just in case. With each step, I felt more confident of the tallness of these boots, their purpose of keeping my feet dry as they took care of the damp path was now justification of having them on, so anybody I met on my walk, I would not feel so freaky about wearing riding boots without a horse to sit on.
As Mickey finally pulled me up the path to the front gate, once through I glanced back to see not only a scattering of wet paw prints, but even the tracks of my own feet marked out with the serrated grip of the boots underside traced my path to the gate. As I clicked the gate shut, Mickey was already marking his territory on the gatepost, his leg cocked high, a yellow stream of piss was splattering all over the wooden post and beginning to form a puddle on the path at the bottom.
As the puddle grew bigger, it welled to the point of bursting into a stream, flowing down the pavement straight towards my right booted foot, I was about to move my foot when a moment of naughtiness crept in and I let the stream of dog wee divide in two and run both sides of my boot, I felt a little tingle flow through my body with the thought of how naughty I could be in my new boots but before I had a chance to let the other boot get wet Mickey was pulling me along again on his quest of pissing up every gate and lamppost.
As we both made our way up the street, every house that had a front gate would get a sniff from Mickey, those that had no gate usually had some sort of rockery, flower beds or grass instead of a front fence, with Mickey pulling me along to his next sniffing we approached a wide drive that was split in two by a huge flower bed that spilled over onto the path, with the spring rain shower from earlier, the early spring flowers had been knocked down to the path, petals of red, yellow and blue some stuck to the path, others fluttering forlornly in the wind spilled across my path, with Mickey pulling me towards the flower bed on his quest of finding that smell to wee over, he soon had me standing amongst the fallen flowers as he was pushing his nose into every bush, I was just letting him sniff into every crevice.
I was soon looking down to my shiny black riding boots surrounded by all the colorful fallen flowers, some already squashed flat onto the path from my footsteps. With Mickey still stuffing his nose into every slight smell, I just began to let the naughty side of me take hold again and hovered the sole of my rubber boot over one of the fallen flower heads, with a my foot slowly lowering to the floor I felt the small inner bud of the flower pushing up under my foot, as my foot finally met the path, just lifting my foot away for a second to take a peek at the what remained, the petals although now stuck to the path, still had their colour but were now embossed with the ripple pattern of my boots sole, I don?t know why, but this gave me another tingle of pleasure, just forcing me to place my foot again over the limp flower, but this time enjoy the tingle as I twisted my foot back and forth, just feeling the hard flower bud disappear as I ground it into the paths concrete surface. Only this time when I looked under my foot, the colour had totally gone, just a brownish mush with a perfect imprint of my boot was left for all to see.
Once more I was being pulled by my hand as Mickey had become impatient waiting for me while I was having some fun, his quest for finding the next smell was urging him on again, as he pulled me around the corner of the path, a long green leafy hedge spilled over the pavement, dividing the garden of the corner house from the path. Towards the bottom of the hedge, a knarled entanglement of wooden stems sprouted from the earth that supported the hedge, the rain from earlier was still working its way through the green leaves turning the dirt below quite wet which had now sent hordes of snails out from their normal daylight hiding holes, to risk the dangers of the wide expanse of path as they seemed to aimlessly be traveling to no apparent destination.
With Mickey sniffing every inch of the hedge and liberally applying his wee to anything that kept his attention for more than a few seconds, I was beginning to take an interest in this army of snails sliming away at my feet. At first I just started playing at getting the snails to hide back into their shells by just gently prodding the toe of my boot at the waving tentacles or tapping them on their shells. With five snails surrounding my boots now disappeared back into their shells, that moment of fun had finished, Mickey was still giving his full attention to this one particular part of the hedge, so in a moment of naughtiness I placed the sole of my boot over one of the hiding snails.
In my earlier secondary school days I had seen the boys in the playground on wet days finding snails in the hedges and laughing away as they stomped them flat in their wellies, trying to gross out the girls, who would scream out eeeeeewwwwwwwwwww as they ran off, I would pretend to be as disgusted and run off with the others, but had always wanted to be as naughty, so now was my chance with the boot being on the other foot so to speak, so with me feeling this lump pushing up under my boot I decided to see how it felt and slowly applied a little bit more pressure to my foot, the lump felt bigger pushing up into the sole of my boot till what felt like a mini explosion happened and my boot flattened to the floor with the sound of crunching shell coming from under its tread. I lifted my foot as quickly as the snail had exploded and examined the remains now squashed on the path, a splodge of bubbling slime intermixed with broken shell still seemed to be moving and alive, so in a panic to put and end its torment, I put my foot back on the remains and this time twisted my boot hard down on to the pavement, with the first twist I could feel the shell of the snail still continuing to shatter into the bottom of my boot, but by my third hard twist my boot had become so slippery on the path, I now knew that nothing more survived of the snail.
With a hard to explain tingle and buzz running through my body, not knowing if it was the thought of maybe being watched, or that I had actually knowing killed something, I actually felt very turned on with what I had done, so with Mickey now pulling on his lead again, dragging me further down the hedge, every snail that crossed my path received the bottom of my riding boot. With Mickey pulling me I would just casually step on them, one by one, crunch after crunch, sometimes two or three would be grouped together, the sound of multiple snails crunching as my boots walked over them was just getting me so hot. Each time Mickey came to a spot he wanted to take his time over, I would take a little more time with any of the snails that surrounded me, either crushing them slowly or getting them right under the pointed toe of my boot, and slowly pushing my toes down as the rubber flexed over the snails shell, most did not last long till they cracked open, those that resisted the force of my toes I devised a more subtle approach for them, instead of just stepping on them I placed my boot on top of them and with just enough force to hold them to my boot, I would drag them back wards till the shell disintegrated and I left them as a long smear down the path.
I have to admit that Mickey had an extra long walk that day, we both did an extra couple of blocks, I would make sure any snails I saw on route even if they were not close by, I would just cross over to them and squish them flat. By the time I got home it was actually getting dark and my hubby was already home from work, as I walked through the back door, he was in the kitchen making a drink, when he turned to say hello I could see his eyes drop to my booted feet, his birthday presents now not so clean, but from what happened that night as I told him of my walk, we both enjoyed the best birthday present to share together.
BB UK
Here is one dream that one day I would love to receive as a birthday present, its purely fictitious but I am sure there is a lot of other guys out there who would like this compared to the usual pants and socks.
Enjoy:-
A surprise birthday present.
As I slipped my foot into the soft red fabric lining, wriggling my foot down towards the toe of the boot, just gently pulling on the rubber shaft to ease my heal in, with a sudden jerk my foot was snugly encased in its rubber home. Sitting holding my foot out in front of me, I admired the sheen of my new black rubber riding boots, although I still felt a bit apprehensive about heading outside in them for all to see, even though I had seen other girls wearing them out and about during our wet spring.
I had sofar resisted my husbands? previous requests, actually pleas, to let him buy me a pair, for my fear of looking silly, as I knew he would be pleading with me to wear them out in public, yet as I passed the horse tack shop today and saw this pair lined up with all the other riding boots and colorful wellies and with the weather playing its usual spring trick of sudden showers, I decided I would give him a nice birthday surprise tonight, instead of pants and socks as previously planed, so in I popped and asked the assistant for a pair of size six, which when he offered them to me to tried on, I promptly refused with my phobia of being seen in riding boots out in public making me blush noticeably, however now back home, one boot is now snugly on my foot and I am beginning to feel more confident as my jeans tucked in the boot actually looks very smart and sort of sexy in a dominant sort of way.
Pulling the other boot on, I sat there, both boots held out in front of me, just gently tapping them together, the rubber shafts just slapping together, as I wriggled my toes I could see the rubber surface gently mimicking there shape, I was surprised how comfortable they felt, but now for the biggest test, could I pluck up the courage to be seen wearing them, while taking Mickey, our dog, for a walk around the block.
As I pulled the back door to, Mickey already knew he was going for a walk by his frantic pulling on his lead to be first out of the garden gate, luckily for me the spring shower from this morning had passed over and the sun was trying to break cover of the dark clouds, so only the need for a light rain coat, just in case. With each step, I felt more confident of the tallness of these boots, their purpose of keeping my feet dry as they took care of the damp path was now justification of having them on, so anybody I met on my walk, I would not feel so freaky about wearing riding boots without a horse to sit on.
As Mickey finally pulled me up the path to the front gate, once through I glanced back to see not only a scattering of wet paw prints, but even the tracks of my own feet marked out with the serrated grip of the boots underside traced my path to the gate. As I clicked the gate shut, Mickey was already marking his territory on the gatepost, his leg cocked high, a yellow stream of piss was splattering all over the wooden post and beginning to form a puddle on the path at the bottom.
As the puddle grew bigger, it welled to the point of bursting into a stream, flowing down the pavement straight towards my right booted foot, I was about to move my foot when a moment of naughtiness crept in and I let the stream of dog wee divide in two and run both sides of my boot, I felt a little tingle flow through my body with the thought of how naughty I could be in my new boots but before I had a chance to let the other boot get wet Mickey was pulling me along again on his quest of pissing up every gate and lamppost.
As we both made our way up the street, every house that had a front gate would get a sniff from Mickey, those that had no gate usually had some sort of rockery, flower beds or grass instead of a front fence, with Mickey pulling me along to his next sniffing we approached a wide drive that was split in two by a huge flower bed that spilled over onto the path, with the spring rain shower from earlier, the early spring flowers had been knocked down to the path, petals of red, yellow and blue some stuck to the path, others fluttering forlornly in the wind spilled across my path, with Mickey pulling me towards the flower bed on his quest of finding that smell to wee over, he soon had me standing amongst the fallen flowers as he was pushing his nose into every bush, I was just letting him sniff into every crevice.
I was soon looking down to my shiny black riding boots surrounded by all the colorful fallen flowers, some already squashed flat onto the path from my footsteps. With Mickey still stuffing his nose into every slight smell, I just began to let the naughty side of me take hold again and hovered the sole of my rubber boot over one of the fallen flower heads, with a my foot slowly lowering to the floor I felt the small inner bud of the flower pushing up under my foot, as my foot finally met the path, just lifting my foot away for a second to take a peek at the what remained, the petals although now stuck to the path, still had their colour but were now embossed with the ripple pattern of my boots sole, I don?t know why, but this gave me another tingle of pleasure, just forcing me to place my foot again over the limp flower, but this time enjoy the tingle as I twisted my foot back and forth, just feeling the hard flower bud disappear as I ground it into the paths concrete surface. Only this time when I looked under my foot, the colour had totally gone, just a brownish mush with a perfect imprint of my boot was left for all to see.
Once more I was being pulled by my hand as Mickey had become impatient waiting for me while I was having some fun, his quest for finding the next smell was urging him on again, as he pulled me around the corner of the path, a long green leafy hedge spilled over the pavement, dividing the garden of the corner house from the path. Towards the bottom of the hedge, a knarled entanglement of wooden stems sprouted from the earth that supported the hedge, the rain from earlier was still working its way through the green leaves turning the dirt below quite wet which had now sent hordes of snails out from their normal daylight hiding holes, to risk the dangers of the wide expanse of path as they seemed to aimlessly be traveling to no apparent destination.
With Mickey sniffing every inch of the hedge and liberally applying his wee to anything that kept his attention for more than a few seconds, I was beginning to take an interest in this army of snails sliming away at my feet. At first I just started playing at getting the snails to hide back into their shells by just gently prodding the toe of my boot at the waving tentacles or tapping them on their shells. With five snails surrounding my boots now disappeared back into their shells, that moment of fun had finished, Mickey was still giving his full attention to this one particular part of the hedge, so in a moment of naughtiness I placed the sole of my boot over one of the hiding snails.
In my earlier secondary school days I had seen the boys in the playground on wet days finding snails in the hedges and laughing away as they stomped them flat in their wellies, trying to gross out the girls, who would scream out eeeeeewwwwwwwwwww as they ran off, I would pretend to be as disgusted and run off with the others, but had always wanted to be as naughty, so now was my chance with the boot being on the other foot so to speak, so with me feeling this lump pushing up under my boot I decided to see how it felt and slowly applied a little bit more pressure to my foot, the lump felt bigger pushing up into the sole of my boot till what felt like a mini explosion happened and my boot flattened to the floor with the sound of crunching shell coming from under its tread. I lifted my foot as quickly as the snail had exploded and examined the remains now squashed on the path, a splodge of bubbling slime intermixed with broken shell still seemed to be moving and alive, so in a panic to put and end its torment, I put my foot back on the remains and this time twisted my boot hard down on to the pavement, with the first twist I could feel the shell of the snail still continuing to shatter into the bottom of my boot, but by my third hard twist my boot had become so slippery on the path, I now knew that nothing more survived of the snail.
With a hard to explain tingle and buzz running through my body, not knowing if it was the thought of maybe being watched, or that I had actually knowing killed something, I actually felt very turned on with what I had done, so with Mickey now pulling on his lead again, dragging me further down the hedge, every snail that crossed my path received the bottom of my riding boot. With Mickey pulling me I would just casually step on them, one by one, crunch after crunch, sometimes two or three would be grouped together, the sound of multiple snails crunching as my boots walked over them was just getting me so hot. Each time Mickey came to a spot he wanted to take his time over, I would take a little more time with any of the snails that surrounded me, either crushing them slowly or getting them right under the pointed toe of my boot, and slowly pushing my toes down as the rubber flexed over the snails shell, most did not last long till they cracked open, those that resisted the force of my toes I devised a more subtle approach for them, instead of just stepping on them I placed my boot on top of them and with just enough force to hold them to my boot, I would drag them back wards till the shell disintegrated and I left them as a long smear down the path.
I have to admit that Mickey had an extra long walk that day, we both did an extra couple of blocks, I would make sure any snails I saw on route even if they were not close by, I would just cross over to them and squish them flat. By the time I got home it was actually getting dark and my hubby was already home from work, as I walked through the back door, he was in the kitchen making a drink, when he turned to say hello I could see his eyes drop to my booted feet, his birthday presents now not so clean, but from what happened that night as I told him of my walk, we both enjoyed the best birthday present to share together.
BB UK
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 13th Aug 2005
ICH M?CHTE MAL DEIN TEPPICH SEIN LADY WIEBKE, ICH KOMME AUS S?DDEUTSCHLAND UND BIN ABSOLUTER RUBBERFAN. AUCH ZIEHE GERNE GUMMISTIEFEL UND GUMMIKLEIDUNG AN. LACK DIREKT AM SACK UND EINEN TRITT AUSHALTEN. ANSCHLIESEND ?BER DIE STIEFEL DER DOMINA SPRITZEN UND ABLECKEN. GEIL. GRUSS PETER
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 13th Aug 2005
HALLO LADY WIEBKE, NACHTRAG
ICH FINDE VIECHER PLATT MACHEN GEH?RT ZU EINER ECHTEN L A D Y,
WIE DIR ICH M?CHTE MICH DIR GERNE UNTERWERFEN, NACHDEM WIR GEMEINSAM VIEHZEUG UNTER UNSERE STIEFEL GEBRACHT HABEN.
GRUSS UND MEGA GEILE VERRICHTUNG W?NSCHT DIR PETER DER UNTERTAN
ICH FINDE VIECHER PLATT MACHEN GEH?RT ZU EINER ECHTEN L A D Y,
WIE DIR ICH M?CHTE MICH DIR GERNE UNTERWERFEN, NACHDEM WIR GEMEINSAM VIEHZEUG UNTER UNSERE STIEFEL GEBRACHT HABEN.
GRUSS UND MEGA GEILE VERRICHTUNG W?NSCHT DIR PETER DER UNTERTAN
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 13th Aug 2005
Hi Peter.
Was war denn das gr??te Tier das bisher unter Deinen Stiefeln den Tod gefunden hat? Steigst Du immer mit vollem Gewicht auf die Viecher? Wieviel wiegst Du?
Was war denn das gr??te Tier das bisher unter Deinen Stiefeln den Tod gefunden hat? Steigst Du immer mit vollem Gewicht auf die Viecher? Wieviel wiegst Du?
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 14th Aug 2005
hi tami i would lick to be under boots as your slave
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 15th Aug 2005
HALLO WIEBKE,
DAS GR?SSTE VIEH, WAR GLAUB ICH EIN FETTER OCHSENFROCH. DIESES VIEH HABE ICH BEIM ANGELN MIT DEM KESCHER ERWISCHT UND DANN UNTER MEINEN WADERS ZU TODE GEBRACHT. DABEI HABE ICH MICH MIT MEINEM VOLLEN GEWICHT DRAUFGESTELLT. ICH BIN 1,90 m GROSS UND WIEGE CA. 90 kg. UND WAS WAR DEIN GR?SSTES VIEH UNTER DEINEN REITSTIEFELN, ODER TR?GST DU AUCH MAL GUMMI - UND LEDERSTIEFEL?
BEI SCHNECKEN, SPINNEN ODER K?FER, REICHT ES, WENN ICH BREITBEINIG DASTEHE UND SIE WIE EINE ZIGARETTENKIPPE BEHANDLE.
MACHST DU OFT VIECHER TOT, BEVOR DU AUF M?NNER STEIGST?
HAST DU EINEN FREUND?
ICH BIN AUFGRUND MEINES FETISCH SINGLE, ALLE MEINE BISHERIGEN FREUNDINEN HALTEN MICH F?R EINEN PERVERSEN SPINNER.
GRUSS PETER
DAS GR?SSTE VIEH, WAR GLAUB ICH EIN FETTER OCHSENFROCH. DIESES VIEH HABE ICH BEIM ANGELN MIT DEM KESCHER ERWISCHT UND DANN UNTER MEINEN WADERS ZU TODE GEBRACHT. DABEI HABE ICH MICH MIT MEINEM VOLLEN GEWICHT DRAUFGESTELLT. ICH BIN 1,90 m GROSS UND WIEGE CA. 90 kg. UND WAS WAR DEIN GR?SSTES VIEH UNTER DEINEN REITSTIEFELN, ODER TR?GST DU AUCH MAL GUMMI - UND LEDERSTIEFEL?
BEI SCHNECKEN, SPINNEN ODER K?FER, REICHT ES, WENN ICH BREITBEINIG DASTEHE UND SIE WIE EINE ZIGARETTENKIPPE BEHANDLE.
MACHST DU OFT VIECHER TOT, BEVOR DU AUF M?NNER STEIGST?
HAST DU EINEN FREUND?
ICH BIN AUFGRUND MEINES FETISCH SINGLE, ALLE MEINE BISHERIGEN FREUNDINEN HALTEN MICH F?R EINEN PERVERSEN SPINNER.
GRUSS PETER
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 15th Aug 2005
HALLO WIEBKE,
Du KANNST KONTAKTEN UNTER 0160 59 42 89 2
WENN DU WILLST. NAT?RLICH AUCH ?BER DIESES FORUM
GRUSS PETER
Du KANNST KONTAKTEN UNTER 0160 59 42 89 2
WENN DU WILLST. NAT?RLICH AUCH ?BER DIESES FORUM
GRUSS PETER
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 15th Aug 2005
Hi Peter.
Hast Du Dich auch schon mal auf einen Menschen draufgestellt?
Hast Du Dich auch schon mal auf einen Menschen draufgestellt?
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 16th Aug 2005
Hallo Tanja,
au?er dem Igel auf der Stra?e haben wir noch keine Erfahrungen mit dem Plattmachen von z.B. Kr?ten. Wann tragt Ihr eigentlich die Masken ? Beim T?ten und wenn ja, wer tr?gt sie dann von euch ? Derjenige der gerade t?tet oder der der zusieht. Oder tragt ihr beide beim gemeinsamen T?ten eure Masken ?
Gr??e Dieter
au?er dem Igel auf der Stra?e haben wir noch keine Erfahrungen mit dem Plattmachen von z.B. Kr?ten. Wann tragt Ihr eigentlich die Masken ? Beim T?ten und wenn ja, wer tr?gt sie dann von euch ? Derjenige der gerade t?tet oder der der zusieht. Oder tragt ihr beide beim gemeinsamen T?ten eure Masken ?
Gr??e Dieter
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 16th Aug 2005
HALLO WIEBKE,
DRUFGESTELLT HABE ICH MICH ALS MANN NA?RLICH NOCH NICHT, ABER MIT MEINEN STIEFELN AN DER PUSSY UND AN DEN WEIBLICHEN BRUSTWARZEN HERUMGESPIELT HABE ICH SCHON.
GRUSS PETER
DRUFGESTELLT HABE ICH MICH ALS MANN NA?RLICH NOCH NICHT, ABER MIT MEINEN STIEFELN AN DER PUSSY UND AN DEN WEIBLICHEN BRUSTWARZEN HERUMGESPIELT HABE ICH SCHON.
GRUSS PETER
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 16th Aug 2005
Warum hast Du Dich noch nicht draufgestellt? Was hei?t eigentlich ca. 90kg? Wieviel wiegst Du momentan genau?
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 16th Aug 2005
HALLO WIEBKE,
ICH HABE MICH EINFACH L?NGERE ZEIT NICHT MEHR AUF DIE WAAGE GESTELLT UND ALS MANN AUF FRAUEN STEIGEN IST F?R MICH EINE SELTSAME VORSTELLUNG. GRUSS PETER
ICH HABE MICH EINFACH L?NGERE ZEIT NICHT MEHR AUF DIE WAAGE GESTELLT UND ALS MANN AUF FRAUEN STEIGEN IST F?R MICH EINE SELTSAME VORSTELLUNG. GRUSS PETER
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 16th Aug 2005
Dann stell Dich doch mal wieder auf die Waage.
Warum steigst Du nicht auf M?nner?
Warum steigst Du nicht auf M?nner?
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Date: 17th Aug 2005
Hallo Tanja,
au?er dem Igel auf der Stra?e haben wir noch keine Erfahrungen mit dem Plattmachen von z.B. Kr?ten. Wann tragt Ihr eigentlich die Masken ? Beim T?ten und wenn ja, wer tr?gt sie dann von euch ? Derjenige der gerade t?tet oder der der zusieht. Oder tragt ihr beide beim gemeinsamen T?ten eure Masken ? Wenn ich maskiert bin f?hlt sich das T?ten noch sch?ner an und mein Schwanz wird dadurch noch steifer und ergiebiger. Das enge Gef?hl am Kopf ist einfach sehr geil und beim T?ten sch?n brutal.
Gr??e Dieter
au?er dem Igel auf der Stra?e haben wir noch keine Erfahrungen mit dem Plattmachen von z.B. Kr?ten. Wann tragt Ihr eigentlich die Masken ? Beim T?ten und wenn ja, wer tr?gt sie dann von euch ? Derjenige der gerade t?tet oder der der zusieht. Oder tragt ihr beide beim gemeinsamen T?ten eure Masken ? Wenn ich maskiert bin f?hlt sich das T?ten noch sch?ner an und mein Schwanz wird dadurch noch steifer und ergiebiger. Das enge Gef?hl am Kopf ist einfach sehr geil und beim T?ten sch?n brutal.
Gr??e Dieter
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 17th Aug 2005
ICH HABE ES NOCH NIE AUSPROBIERT AUF M?NNER ZU STEIGEN.
WARUM SOLLTE ICH MICH DEINETWEGEN WIEGEN, WENN ICH MEIN GEWICHT UNGEF?HR WEISS REICHT DAS NICHT AUS?
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 17th Aug 2005
Hallo dieter, jetzt wiedersprichst du dich aber, ich dachte du h?ttest noch keine erfahtung mit t?ten, und findest es geil, viecher mit einer maske ?ber dem kopf platt zu machen erl?utere mir das bitte mal. gruss tanja
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Date: 17th Aug 2005
Hi Tanja.
Was war denn bisher das gr??te Tier, das unter Deinen Stifeln den Tod gefunden hat? Ich mache auch gern gr??ere Tiere wie z.B. Igel platt und Du?
Was war denn bisher das gr??te Tier, das unter Deinen Stifeln den Tod gefunden hat? Ich mache auch gern gr??ere Tiere wie z.B. Igel platt und Du?
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Date: 18th Aug 2005
Hallo Tanja,
doch schon, nat?rlich haben wir Erfahrung im T?ten, jedoch nicht bei gr??eren Tieren. Das einzige Tier was gr??er war, war der Igel den wir auf der Stra?e ?berfahren haben. Ansonsten qu?len und t?ten wir sehr leidenschaftlich Schnecken, Spinnen, Fliegen u.s.w.
Jetzt hast Du meine Frage aber noch nicht beantwortet, n?mlich zu welcher Gelegenheit ihr die Masken tragt.
Gruss Dieter
doch schon, nat?rlich haben wir Erfahrung im T?ten, jedoch nicht bei gr??eren Tieren. Das einzige Tier was gr??er war, war der Igel den wir auf der Stra?e ?berfahren haben. Ansonsten qu?len und t?ten wir sehr leidenschaftlich Schnecken, Spinnen, Fliegen u.s.w.
Jetzt hast Du meine Frage aber noch nicht beantwortet, n?mlich zu welcher Gelegenheit ihr die Masken tragt.
Gruss Dieter
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Date: 18th Aug 2005
Hallo Steffi,
ich mache auch sehr gerne Igel platt, aber nur wenn sie sich auf unserem Bauernhof befinden. Meistens drehe ich sie um und trete dann mit meinen Gummistiefeln auf den Bauch. Sie platzen dann auf und sind tot.
Wie machst du das. Auch Ratten und M?use mache ich auf diese Weise platt. Schnecken K?fer und anderes Ungeziefer zertrete ich einfach nur.
Am morgen, wenn ich in den Stall zum Ausmisten stiefle, sehe ich viele wilde Tauben auf dem Misthaufen, auch solche Drecksviecher kamen schon unter meinen Stiefeln zu TODE. Was f?r Schuhe tr?gst du beim T?ten?
Welches war denn Dein gr?sstes Vieh? Gruss TANJA
ich mache auch sehr gerne Igel platt, aber nur wenn sie sich auf unserem Bauernhof befinden. Meistens drehe ich sie um und trete dann mit meinen Gummistiefeln auf den Bauch. Sie platzen dann auf und sind tot.
Wie machst du das. Auch Ratten und M?use mache ich auf diese Weise platt. Schnecken K?fer und anderes Ungeziefer zertrete ich einfach nur.
Am morgen, wenn ich in den Stall zum Ausmisten stiefle, sehe ich viele wilde Tauben auf dem Misthaufen, auch solche Drecksviecher kamen schon unter meinen Stiefeln zu TODE. Was f?r Schuhe tr?gst du beim T?ten?
Welches war denn Dein gr?sstes Vieh? Gruss TANJA
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Date: 18th Aug 2005
Hallo Steffi,
NACHTRAG, sorry ich habe vergessen, dass ich mit meinem Freund gerne angeln gehe und am Weiher, machen wir dann Kr?ten mit unseren Stiefeln fertig. Gruss Tanja
NACHTRAG, sorry ich habe vergessen, dass ich mit meinem Freund gerne angeln gehe und am Weiher, machen wir dann Kr?ten mit unseren Stiefeln fertig. Gruss Tanja
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 18th Aug 2005
Hi Tanja.
Ich mache Igel genau wie Du platt. Meist trage ich dabei Reitstiefel. Steigt Ihr immer mit Eurem vollen Gewicht auf die Viecher? Wie gro? seit Ihr, wieviel wiegt Ihr? St?rt es Dich nicht, wenn ein Igel schreit oder quiekt wenn Du draufsteigst?
Ich mache Igel genau wie Du platt. Meist trage ich dabei Reitstiefel. Steigt Ihr immer mit Eurem vollen Gewicht auf die Viecher? Wie gro? seit Ihr, wieviel wiegt Ihr? St?rt es Dich nicht, wenn ein Igel schreit oder quiekt wenn Du draufsteigst?
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