Foot Slave Novels & Stories

Sit back there, then distribute the oil to all parts of the feet while massaging again so gently. "Maybe the pain in your feet is because you work while still wearing heels. It's a good idea, starting tomorrow, you just wear platshoes. Instead of continuing to hurt, it continues to swell like it is now." Mario could have spoken more carefully. From his eyes, he could see that the soles of Aurora's feet were a bit more swollen than usual. "Don't bother. I'm sure tomorrow it will be back to normal as before." Mario smiled and then nodded. After finishing the massage, the man got up, then moved to sit right at Aurora's bridle. This time he made another offer to his wife.

The night however took a disastrous turn when I misstepped and something snapped. I froze on the spot in disbelief then slowly glanced down to where my feet now stood unevenly on the ground. "No, this...this can't be happening," I sputtered incredulously and dropped to my knees to inspect my heels. It had snapped, alright. The right foot had broken. I grabbed the wall to steady myself and slipped it off, muttering incoherently with annoyance that rose from almost immediately. Of all the nights these heels could have chosen to mock me, it just had to be tonight.

Her left foot joined the torment, pressing against his heavy balls, massaging them gently while her right foot continued its perfect, teasing footjob. “Fuck… Isabella…” Skyler moaned, his hips thrusting upward instinctively, fucking her soft sole. “Your feet feel so good… so incredibly soft and warm…” Isabella smiled, enjoying every second of the power she held over this powerful man. She increased the pace, using both feet now — soles sliding smoothly along his length, toes squeezing the head, her high arches pressing firmly against the sides of his cock. Precum leaked profusely, making her feet slick and shiny, the red polish on her toes glistening with his arousal.

God, I'd never felt smaller. The rain was relentless, and by the time I got home, I was soaked to the bone. I hadn't even noticed how drenched I was, too focused on rushing the soup over to Nathan. By nightfall, I was running a fever. After popping some medicine, I collapsed onto the couch, only to be jolted awake by Nathan's annoyed voice. "Liana! I called you so many times. What's the point of having a phone if you don't use it? Seriously, why are you always like this?"

Gianna's POV "Ouch, damn it!" I decided to take refuge on the stairwell landing, the throbbing in my foot finally becoming unbearable. I slipped off my sandals, revealing the sorry state of my little toe on my right foot, swollen and angry-looking. The sandals themselves were starting to rub, adding insult to injury. And to top it off, I didn't even have a band-aid in my bag. What a way to start the morning. And of course, it was pouring outside. Just perfect! I unfurled my umbrella and pushed myself to my feet, but the combination of wet shoes and slick stairs proved disastrous; my feet went out from under me, and I lost my balance.

Olivia asked softly. Nodding dumbly, I let go of her right foot and grabbed her left. Of course, her right foot landed directly on my cock. That was a dumb move. But at least she wasn't moving it. With her left foot now held firmly with both hands, I began to administer the same massage to that one. Working my way up and down, I rubbed her heel, then gripped and squeezed my way to the ball. When I mashed my thumbs into that meaty part of her foot, it earned me another moan from her.

I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway. “Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot. “They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself.

Those looked quite real to him. Toby got Phelton to take off his shoe and make a footprint right next to one of the fake ones before he lowered himself into a squatting position and began explaining, “If you looked here, Xandar, you’d see that the fake one went too deep at the second and and third toe while leaving the first, fourth and fifth toe print in unequal depth. It isn’t possible to assert one’s weight only on two toes when one is walking, much less when one is running. That’s the problem with this print. That one,”

Her shoes were currently being hung outside the balcony on a drying rack, swaying along with the wind. She had no choice but to walk barefoot toward the balcony. Just as she was about to walk to the balcony, her right foot stepped on a hard object. She suddenly felt a searing agony on her big toe. “Argh!” Sotiria instinctively lifted her foot as she screamed. Then, she lost her balance and landed on the floor on her buttocks with a thump.

I tried to squat his foot away when I accidentally stomped on someone's feet from under, adds up that I was wearing a stiletto and the heel part was the one that hit him. "Awe!" His twins brother groaned in pain and I was startled by his loud voice. The mischievous looking guy frowned at his brother, "What the fuck, dude!?"