Emma Chamberlain Feet Novels & Stories

' Nick saw Emma lost in her thoughts when he snapped his fingers in front of her to bring her back to reality. He gestured her to sit down on the chair and then squatted down in front of her. He opened the box in his hand and, to Emma's curiosity, they were shoes. Simple, comfortable shoes. Nick put Emma's feet in the shoes, when she immediately backed out and said, “I can do it myself. Please get up.” “Why? Are you feeling shy, Mirabelle?” Said Nick while his grip on her leg tightened. Emma tried to free her feet but Nick, being the stubborn one, only got up once he himself helped her put on her shoes.

“Hello? Somebody, please!” Then I heard footsteps, and when I looked up, I saw her. Emmalaine stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me with that smug little smile that made my stomach twist. She wasn’t in a hurry to help. She didn’t even look concerned. “Emmalaine…” I panted, wincing from the pain shooting through my knee. “Please… help me…” She tilted her head, pretending to think about it. Then, slowly, she descended the stairs holding a metal bucket in her hand. The smell hit me first, it was sour and dirty.

He winked at her and casually walked away. Emma exhaled a heavy breath of relief. Who was he? He must be one of the master's family members or business partners. After spending over an hour serving food to the mingling guests, Emma felt she had endured enough torture walking in those ridiculous high heels. She snuck back into the kitchen, set her empty tray on the counter, and practically collapsed into a chair. She quickly slipped the heels off her swollen feet and began desperately massaging her aching toes. Couldn't they have just let us wear regular black flats instead of these torture devices?

My eyes keep flicking to the hall, and every noise, making me pray for Jake. For the love of all that is holy. “You need to get them off, and my shoes.... If this is happening, then I want them off.” Emma frowns at me from her position, lifting her head up enough to see me over her knees, and I can see how badly she is clutching at the leg of a nearby chair. Squeezing the shit out of the chrome and I just thank my stars it’s not my hand. She could clearly crush every bone in my little dainty digits if she had a grip on me instead.

Emma suddenly asked as if understanding her thoughts and deciding to draw first blood. "Foot massage? Sure" Elaina accepted before casting looks at Jennifer who I figured was trying to understand what was going on. Emma got up and sat on the other end of the three sitter couch. "Please give me your feet Ms. Elaina." she said and winked at her. I was certain she added the title to spite Jennifer but paid her no mind. "I've always admired your feet, they look really nice and beautiful." she complimented while Elaina heaved a sigh of relief as she started her work on her.

She pointed to them and said with a small smile, "can you make me some shoes of my size?" ****** Emily sat down on the cushion seat and placed her feet on the small bench in front of her. She wiggled her toes and sighed. Her feet were becoming stiff from her constantly walking around barefooted and it was beginning to ache more than it did with her tight shoes on. "I have never seen a lady with this size of feet before," Xander said with a small chuckle as he knelt on the floor in front of Emily's feet and began ransacking his bag.

Emma stood in front of the full-length mirror in the guest room. Her reflection didn’t look like her. Tight white tank top, no bra — her nipples poked through like little sinners. A black mini skirt she had no business wearing clung to her thighs like a second skin. He wanted tight? She gave him tight. Her panties were already damp before she left the room. And she hadn’t even seen him yet. The mansion was silent as she walked barefoot down the long hallway, each step echoing. Her heart beat louder with every door she passed.

Did he think of Emily as May’s daughter with another man? “Okay, thank you, Father.” *** After returning to her villa, Xyla removed her high heels and changed into comfortable white slippers. Having worn high heels for too long, her soles were aching badly. The moment she changed into flat shoes, Xyla suddenly felt as if she had been resurrected from the dead. After instantly letting out a long sigh, she sat down on the couch. Stanley Batton changed his shoes before walking over to the couch. Buzz, buzz, buzz…

I stopped in my tracks and held Noah's hand impulsively and there she was, my sister, beside Prince Charles. She was still on the wheelchair, her head slightly tilted due to paralysis. Was she able to talk now? Did she still suffer from the same amount of pain? "Emma," I murmured and she turned around, pressing the button on the wheelchair. She half-smiled at me warmly because her left side of body was paralysed and tears pricked my eyes. I left Noah's hand and walked towards Emma. I leaned down and hugged her, tears of joy rolling down my cheeks. I didn't hug her tightly, afraid of breaking her fragile body. She still looked the same, her chestnut coloured hair softer than before. Her black

“I’ve been wearing heels every day since I started working in Marcuss company as a Manager, thank you very much “ Emma’s eyebrows raise to her hairline. “Is that why the thought of you in nothing but heels makes him so horny?” Probably. I roll my eyes. “I’m not answering that question.” Emma smacks the side of my thigh before she attempts to shove me off the back of the bed. “Emma!” I yell. “Get the shoes on. Right now.” I slide off the bed, attempting to not put any new wrinkles in the dress with the movements. Emma hands me one of the shoes, the dainty buckle already undone for me. One of my hands grabs the back of the chaise lounge as I slide my foot into the shoe. I bring the strip aroun