Foot Humiliation Captions Novels & Stories

Chelsea "Can we not skip this part?" I whimpered, trying to suppress the ticklish sensations on the heel of my feet. The young maid attending to me struggled to contain her laughter, her composed demeanor faltering slightly as she continued to use a pumice stone to scrub my foot. "This is the most important part, Miss," she responded with a hint of amusement, applying steady pressure to my soaked toe. "And, also, if we skip anything, Ms. Beth would be furious."

I said nervously. Tyler leaned forward then, pointing at my shin. “If I get this right,” he said, “then you have to roll your leggings up. I get to see skin for each one I get right.” He gently ran his finger down the length of my shin, pursing his lips. “I remember this one started with a ‘t’,” he said. “Was it ‘titila’?” “Tibia,” I corrected. “Tibia,” he echoed. “And there were two. That means the back one…” He turned his hand and ran a few fingers back up my calf. “That’s the fibula, right?”

Fallon “Let me go!” I screech, digging in my heels. My useless satin slippers–which perfectly match my dress, I might add–slip over wide, flat tiles of the deepest gray, jagged grout-lines tearing holes in the cork heels. I kick out when the men tighten their grip hard enough to leave bruises. I can feel their touch in my bones, pinching the bones of my wrists together in a way that makes me bite back shrieks of pain.

"Excuse me, could you slow down? I'm wearing heels and I'm afraid I might..." My heel suddenly caught in the plush carpet, sending me tumbling forward with a cry of alarm. Of course something would go wrong. Even something as simple as walking was proving challenging in these unfamiliar shoes. However, strong hands caught my arms, pulling me against his chest with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs.

Was he going to have to hold her up for the whole show? She turned once again to continue her journey to the pole and tripped over her own feet. He quickly reached out and caught her again. As she scrambled to stay on her feet, one of her boots landed heavily on his right big toe because he was wearing a pair of sandals.

I fell forward. Quentin watched in horror as I slipped and fell. Looking down, he realized he had stepped on my flip-flop! "Ah!" My knees hit the ground hard, causing me intense pain. The assistant was shocked, exclaiming, "Holy crap!" Quentin was equally startled. He and the assistant rushed to help me. Upon inspection, it was bad; my knees were seriously scraped, and blood trickled down my legs. Sand from the pavement had mixed with the wounds, making it look horrifying.

a familiar woman's voice replied. Following that, Kiara Sommer, my girlfriend who broke her legs two years ago and needed help to even use the toilet, actually stood up. She walked toward Cain, her gait steady, strong, and elegant. There was nothing to show that she had been crippled, not even a slight limp. In fact, she even took out a pair of shoes and offered them to Cain. "It's the newest limited edition on the market. Try it out and see if it fits." "Kia, my heart isn't feeling too good. Could you help me put it on?"

Focus. Just focus. I straightened and kept moving. But the stairs ahead were steep. And dark. I carefully placed one foot down. Then the next. Then— My foot slid again. “Ahh!” This time I fell fully onto the steps. Pain shot lightly through my knee. I hissed quietly and pushed myself up. That’s one. I continued. Step. Step. Step— “Ah!” I slipped again. Second fall. This time my hand hit the stone. Not too hard.

Yeah, maybe the night was looking up after all. Biting the piercing in his lip- a move the chicks really loved, Adam smiled, bringing his dimples out to play. Moving in for the kill, as Carl recited step number two, he looked at her through his lashes, his forest green eyes sparkling as Adam whispered, "Hey pretty lady, which step are you on?" The stud knew he had her when she blushed prettily, casting her brown eyes down as she confessed, "I can't seem to get past step number four."

I know she is trying to work me up so I screw up but I’m trained much better than that. “ Oh shite. Dead woman walking.” Callen yells. I stand there and give her a come hither motion. It is time to end this. She comes at me. I grab her limp arm and flip her over to land on her back. While she is groaning on the floor her hands by her side, I walk over. “ These hands were on my man,” I said as I lifted my foot and stomped on the one next to me hearing a satisfying crunch of bone. I ground the heel of my boot into her hand making sure to get as many bones as I can. Keeping my foot in place so she can’t move much I lift my other foot ready to do the same to the other hand.