Foot Slave Novels & Stories

It was like two parts of myself were at war, and I didn't know which one would win out. "Axel, I—" Before I could finish, he released me, and I stumbled onto the soft carpet, my feet aching in protest as I teetered on my ridiculous heels. Before I realized what he was about to do, he knelt in front of me, and my heart raced as his eyes scorched my trembling body. In one swift movement, he grabbed my foot and slid it out of the tightly wedged shoe. He did the same with the other, then set to work massaging away the soreness in my feet.

When can I leave? “Raine.” His voice calls out to me. I looked to my right at him. He reaches down and grabs me by my ankles, pulling my legs up onto the caramel colored couch, resting my bare feet in his lap. “Relax.” I tried to do as I was told, letting his large hands grab on to my feet as he began rubbing and massaging him. It felt so good, I couldn't help but to lay all the way back, closing my eyes as my body seemed to loosen up. The heels I wear can definitely cause some discomfort in my feet on occasion. “How does that feel?”

I said with a firm shake of my head. Ava held out the heels “These have a 4” block heel and will make it easier for you to walk. The insole is cushioned so it won’t be painful like the other one you tried on in the past.” She pushed them towards me and shook them, “At least try them on.”

He simply shifted his weight, aligning his body to block Kieran’s view of Elion completely. "Kieran," Cale said. "What?" Kieran challenged, puffing out his chest. "Your shoes," Cale said softly. Kieran blinked. "My what?" "Your shoes," Cale repeated. "Italian leather. Hand-stitched. Very expensive. But the left sole is worn down on the inside edge." Kieran looked down instinctively. "Pronation," Cale diagnosed. "A structural imbalance in the ankle. It causes knee pain, doesn't it? Especially after standing for long periods. Like during a cocktail party."

“Father, stop!” But he didn’t listen. He was too enraged to listen or even see the danger that laid ahead. He had barely taken a few steps when a sharp shard of glass on the floor pierced into his bare foot. “Ahhhh!” He froze mid-step, his face twisting in pain as his injured foot instinctively lifted off the ground. His balance faltered instantly, his arms flailing slightly as he tried to steady himself on one leg. But the floor beneath him was slick and slippery due to the spilled wine from the broken bottles. His remaining foot instantly slipped as he completely lost his balance.

"You can't wander around barefoot." I glanced down at my feet, having forgotten my barefooted state amidst my anger and jealousy. Blaise motioned to Tim, who was holding a box. Tim handed it to Blaise, revealing a pair of Alexander Wang's mule sandals. Blaise knelt down, gently placing my hand on his shoulder for support. My heart went into overdrive as he lifted my right foot, tenderly wiped the sole with his hand, and slid the sandal onto my foot. I felt like I was melting like wax. Blaise could be sweet when he wanted to be. He repeated the process for my left foot, and just as he stood up and I was about to offer him my heartfelt thanks, a voice called out his name from a distance.

I want to be with him again because I miss his care so much. Right now I’m sitting in his swivel chair because he’s squeezing my foot. It hurts because I always wear heels. I told him that it was okay even if he didn't massage it because I was also used to my foot hurting because of the heels but he wanted me to do nothing but hold my foot to him. "You should be wearing flat shoes so it doesn't hurt too much. Your foot is red because of these heels," he said and removed the heels on the other side of my foot.

Christen walked into her house, grateful to step out of her heels after spending hours on her feet at Daniel’s house. The soles of her feet were sore from being stuffed in her heels for so long. The dinner had been eventful, so much time was spent interacting with guests and family members. It felt like she had been standing for ages.

And his head was missing. In the half-light of the reluctant dawn lay a shoe. From its size Mac deduced that the bearer was petite, likely no heavier than the average twelve year old. Yet it was sexy, sophisticated and undeniably high-end. Or at least it had been. Now the heel had broken off and it was plastered with drying mud. A short way off lay it's pair, unbroken, kicked off in haste. He moved around trying not to disturb the mud, there were barefoot impressions; not the rolling motion of heel-strike walking, but only the balls of the foot and the toes.

He was on the brink of tears as he placed her foot on his knee, thinking that his feelings for her were really true love for him to be able to place her foot on his knee and touching her shoe. He looked at her shoe and then he slowly removed it from her foot. As he took off the shoes from her left foot, he was stunned to see the condition of her foot. Due to high heels shoes, her foot had slight swelling and her feet and also a skin cut, her foot as well as an abscess on the little toe of her foot. He lowered his head and started blowing it while cursing himself in his heart for buying the wrong shoes for her. She felt embarrassed.