Batgirl Feet Novels & Stories

Nat said excitedly. We all moved to Rai’s room, and Nat went through my clothes. She chose a sexy black lingerie with a black net fishnet pantyhose and a pair of black stilettos. The top part of the lingerie was shaped into butterfly wings, and the bottom part was a G-string with only a tiny butterfly to cover the front part of my sensual spot.

Everywhere is so quiet and in order. There are few girls walking around maintaining the already sparkling looking furniture, all dressed in what seems like maid clothes, they're probably servants. As I look around, I see a fair skinned girl walking towards us. She is wearing a black leather legging with a chain-embellished pair of boots, a black crop top with ring chains and a black leather jacket. I think I could see tattoos on her exposed tummy. As she gets to where I stand with the men, I see clearly that she is wearing a cat eye makeup and has piercings on her bottom lip, eyebrows and I think 5 or more on both her ears. Her exposed neck is also covered in tattoos and I'm sure she might s

She stumbles back. Finding her balance, she wipes the blood from her nose. “Good form, Alpha.” She walks over to the weapons and picks up another baton. “Let’s make things interesting, shall we.” She tilts her head, her giant red curls falling around her shoulders. She runs at him twirling both batons in her hands.

A small leather chair sat near the tub, and the assistant gestured for Sherry to sit. Clad in a tight, utilitarian dress that skimmed just above her knees, Sherry sat with a restrained posture, careful not to expose more than necessary. Awkwardly, she lifted her foot, placing it into the cool water, feeling a jolt of unexpected relief. Her skin was roughened from days on the run, calloused and scarred, and the sight embarrassed her, but the assistant remained impassive, a perfect, blank slate as she knelt to scrub Sherry’s foot with professional precision.

She started to move her leg back and forth, definitely calling attention to her heels. I couldn’t help but notice, as she did this, that she had the most beautiful feet and toes I had ever seen on an 18-year old girl. They were flawlessly polished the most stunning shade of baby pink imaginable. She saw me admiring her legs and toes, and she smiled at me, as if encouraging me to get all the eyeful I wanted.

Plus, since she couldn't walk on her own, something must have happened to her foot, the young Bimantara thought as he immediately inspected her feet. Bia was wearing canvas slip-on shoes—which looked like they had been worn for a long time; the color was faded, and the soles were worn thin. Ha... no matter what her life circumstances were, she should at least wear proper footwear. She had been receiving a salary from his father, right? Why was she still wearing such thin shoes? Adrian wondered. Was there something more important than buying new shoes? Grumbling inwardly about how he couldn't understand why the girl insisted on wearing things that looked unfit—in his eyes—Adrian removed both

Her eyes tell me she has never had these ones on, that is a shame, these are real cuffs, you would find in old dungeons, a chain going under her feet stopping her from standing perfectly. She watches as I grab the whip. “Feet witch, I am giving you four whips on your feet.” She nods, without arguing, raising the whip I swing it down, watching it hit her feet and her body jumping and wobbling, “One.” Her word quiet, Jackson holding her up as I swing the whip down harder, her scream loud as she struggles to balance on the chains. “Two.” Her voice is quiet, I swing the whip again harder, watching as the tears build in her eyes.

I cut through the side, then the shoulder, then the other side, until the expensive knit wool fell to the floor in useless grey heaps. I stepped back to admire my work. She was standing there in nothing but a white cotton bra, matching panties, her sheer black stockings held up by a garter belt, and those lethal YSL heels. She looked like a masterpiece of filth. She was shaking, her skin prickling with goosebumps, but her nipples were hard as rocks against the lace, and her pupils were so blown they swallowed the brown of her eyes.

Lisa's POV I stand up, feeling squeamish. I brush and smooth out my dress. I bent down and fastened the silver heels Tiffany had lent me for the night. My heart was pounding as I slipped my hands into the arm-length silk gloves. I can do this. It was what I was trained for most of my life. I'd managed to get into the heart of the council, and now it was time to stab it a little. I only hope I didn't do a lot of damage to the people who have given me so much.

Skylar Fall of 8th grade “Come back here you little b*tch.” A brunette goes flying by me with Barbie number 2, Jeanie, stomping after her awkwardly in her wedges and skirt so short and tight I wonder how she managed to keep all her bits covered making the smallest of movements, let alone attempted running. She looks livid and I can see the other two Barbies coming up behind her, strutting, since running or normal walking is not possible in the sky high shoes they are wearing.