Foot Lick Story Novels & Stories

Get me a bowl of clean water and a towel" He walked away to do what she asked of as she removed the socks she was putting on. "Damn, will this get any worse?" She mumbled and watched as the decay was still spreading and they were three green maggots in the sore. When he returned, he saw the decayed foot and threw the bowl of water on the floor as it spilled. "Yeah! I told you!" She shrugged. "How did you get that?" He knelt next to her and she was taken aback by his sudden interest since he was only replying to her when he wanted to. "I stepped on broken pieces of glasses at the hospital. Four days ago, I guess"

He hissed in pain as her five-inch heel met his soft-looking shoe. My hand covered my mouth in a wide theatrical gesture. "Oh, no! I think the infection is spreading already!" Then I gracefully turned around and walked as far away from those toxic people as possible. It wasn't always like that. Well, all right, they were always toxic, and I was always poor, but I wasn't always the one who brought bad luck. It all started with a nasty rumor… that, unfortunately, fit most of the strange occurrences happening around me.

I kinda felt in control as I tried walking confidently like Tana. My feet kicked a stone and half of the finger nail on my big toe uprooted. Even my flip-flop torn. Blood gushed uninterruptedly out of my toe, but that didn't stop me from going to Eliakim's house, I held the torn flip-flop on my hand as continued my pace. Instead of me to push the gate open, I banged loudly on the gate and the security guard shouted. "Who be that mad person wey wan break my gate?"

“Damn,” Anton murmurs, tapping his fingers soundlessly on the table while he processes everything Laila just said. “That is…that is definitely not the bedtime stories I was told as a child.” “Oh,” Laila says, turning to him with wide-eyed interest. “What kind of stories did you have?” “About a mouse,” he answers instantly, quite earnest, snapping his gaze to hers, “that would come and take the teeth you lost as a child, give you money for them –“

Just when I was about to return to my room, I heard something. It did not come from Yvonne’s room, but the entrance. I walked over tentatively, and what I saw shocked me to my core. The entrance was a mess. The shoes were strewn all over the floor. The shoe array Yvonne had meticulously set up for a week had ended up in this state. Even more bizarre were marks I had never seen before on the floor. They were not footprints but strange tracks, like something had crawled over. The tracks went from the entrance and led to the door of my room.

My breath waned, the air leaving my lungs as he knelt by the foot of the bed. He grabbed my foot, his eyes still locked in mine when he ran his tongue along the underside of my toes. I wriggled them quickly, pulling it out. He pressed my ankle firmly to the bed, sinking his mouth around my big toe. The warmth of his spit made me squirm, the entire process disgusting me.

In his childhood, his family always protected him meticulously, fearing that he might get hurt. However, once they were together, he would often stumble and bump into things. And she was afraid of him crying, so every time he got hurt, she would lick him and say, "Licking it will make the pain go away." And he always believed her words wholeheartedly, even if he was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. But as soon as she licked him, his tears would quickly subside. It got to the point that later on, she hardly needed to say anything. Whenever he felt any pain on his body, he would directly ask her to lick it, which led to her being mocked by other children for a while.

That's why I need a strong Mistress and Master with me to keep me out of trouble. The more I licked his foot, the farther I fell. The humiliation was beginning to lead me farther down the rabbit hole. I began to lick the sole of his foot. I licked until I could no longer taste the nastiness. Then I began with his little toe. I put it in my mouth and began sucking on it. I acted like it was a little cock and pretended to give it a blowjob. One after another, I sucked each toe on his foot until all the taste was gone. Then, I repeated the entire process on his other foot.

“Kick it away. Likely it is a rat or a mouse. Rodents will lick so you won’t feel anything as they gnaw and devour your feet.” Becky heard her sister kicking and writhing to rid herself of her wily rodent attacker. “My toe is still connected to my foot—and I can feel it wiggling.” “What about the rat?” “I am running my fingers over the tentacle that is now squeezing the rat. It seems the creature will be dining on the remains of the rat, which was intent on eating me.” “Usually, rats run in hundreds. So, remain vigilant and let me know the moment you feel the now-familiar licking sensation again.”

he nearly shouted. “Toenails like a wolf?” She guessed with all sincerity. “I had a friend who had horrid looking toenails. Black and crusty. The dead skin on his heels was white and hard. Don’t worry. I won’t look even though it wouldn’t be something I haven’t seen before.” “I have you know I do not have ugly feet – or wolf toenails, thank you,” Blake said, insulted. “Oh. Then . . . what’s the problem?” “Nothing,” he said quickly and began kicking off his shoes. Then he bent down and began to quickly remove his socks. “See?” he said as he pointed to his large, yet clean and ash free feet. “My feet are fine.”