Foot Slave Novels & Stories

Isla By the time I stumbled into my apartment, my feet were screaming in protest. I kicked off my heels the way a prisoner sheds shackles, wincing as the raw skin at my heels caught on the strap. Blisters. Deep ones. I hobbled to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, and lowered my feet in with a hiss that could have woken the dead. The sting made my eyes water, but the relief was immediate.

he dumped a little bit of lotion on one hand, warmed it up in her palms, and rubbed it onto her skin. He held his foot in both hands, with the thumbs on top and the other fingers on the sole, He held his foot in both hands, with the thumbs on top and the other fingers on the sole, massaging, squeezing gently, then harder, working the muscles. your foot was thin, much smaller than his. Almost delicate, but strong enough to carry it all day, in

Pulling them towards me from the depths, I stuffed my feet into them, then turning, I headed out of the room. Fifteen seconds later all hell broke loose from my mouth at seeing I had a flat tire. With a well aimed kick of my foot, I nailed the tire, only to utter a yelp as pain shot through my big toe, then crawled its way through what felt like every bone in my foot before continuing its journey up the large bone of my calf. Doubling over, I sucked in gulps of air as moisture filled my eyes before the pain finally began to subside enough I was able to stand upright again. Cautiously wiggling my toes within my tennis shoes, I verified nothing was broken.

DAMN, her feet hurt. GERRI knew better than to hike the three-level mall in four-inch heels. But birthday presents must be bought, torture shoes or not. She’d just wear flip-flops the rest of the week—as long as she wasn’t meeting clients, anyway.

Once it was on he felt something similar being slipped onto his left foot. The boy was finally allowed up off the enema rail and he was able to pull up his right leg enough to see what was on his feet. He was wearing very strange leather boots, but instead of soles like regular shoes, his boots had horseshoes under his toes. The inside of the boots were designed to force Cody to only walk and stand with his toes over the horse shoes, which was extremely uncomfortable and awkward.

Richie, hearing her, quickly circled the front of the car and saw that Sharlynn was having trouble with her shoes. "What's wrong with your feet?" Richie asked. "I think because I haven't worn them in a while, the toe of the shoe is too narrow and it hurts when I walk," Sharlynn replied innocently. "We don't have time to go to the shoe store." Sharlynn was surprised when Richie crouched before her, touched her feet, and removed the shiny black stilettos. The man saw Sharlynn's fingertips turn red from the pressure of the stilettos.

It's not that painful, but it still hurts when I put pressure on my foot. "I think I can fix this. See the bulging spot? Some nerve was stuck inside, and your ankle had insufficient blood flow. That is why it swells." Cheska slowly massages my foot. Pressing gently at the ankle. Then, she pulled my foot, and it cracked my knuckles. It made me stiff after hearing that. "You should move for foot, Mia." I moved my foot, and the pain was magically gone. Cheska told me to walk, so I did. No pain at all. Not even if I put pressure on it.

he whispered, pointing to the stool. He knelt on the floor and picked up a pair of strappy heels. He lifted my foot, sliding the shoe on and bucking the strap around my ankle. His thumb grazed my skin lightly, lingering there much longer than he needed to. I felt a shiver run down my spine that made my toes curl.

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

Then his voice became serious. “Because you’re going to need that attitude.” He pointed to the brace. “You cannot put weight on that leg for five months.” Sophia blinked. “Five?” Rhoden nodded. “Not even a little.” He continued. “After that, we move to toe-touch weight bearing.” Sophia frowned. “What does that mean?” “Three months of barely touching the floor with your toes.” Sophia leaned back slowly. Rhoden continued like he was reading a grocery list. “After that we try light foot pressure.”