Foot Slave Novels & Stories

I called, stomping my foot in frustration. She didn’t even look back; instead, I felt a sharp pain shoot through the sole of my feet. “Ouch—” I shrieked, glancing down, only then noticing the blood pooling beneath my feet. My flip-flops had slipped off when she shoved me, and I had stepped straight onto the broken glass. The sting dulled quickly, numbness creeping in where pain should have been. But even that barely registered. I was still reeling from what had just happened.

The tip glides over the top of my foot and two seconds later it's encased in a soft russet coloured mocasin boot.My eyes widen as I run my hand over the velvety material appreciatively.The action is repeated on my uninjured foot and I sit for a good minute just fondling my feet. "Will you sit there the entire day stroking your shoes? The Noir will be most pleased at how easy you've made their work."

Jessamine rubbed at her ankle. High heels were like torture specifically designed for women. Despite wearing them often, her feet still blistered, and if she kept dancing, they would surely break open soon. Thaddeus followed her movements and noticed the redness behind her feet. His brows furrowed, and he immediately took out his phone and dialed Jordan's number. "Bring a pair of flat shoes for Mrs. Holt. Also, go to the pharmacy to buy some iodine, topical medicine, and band-aids. Come over right away."

She sucked in a deep breath when he applied pressure along the sole to the heel of her foot with his thumb pads. "Oh, my God. That feels so good. I'm going to fall asleep before the pizza arrives." "You should. You badly need a nap." She moaned sleepily and pressed her face harder into his chest when he squeezed the heel of her foot. "Aaahh... wow, that feels awesome." His foot massage skills amazed her. "How are you so good?" She moaned again when he grabbed all her toes and bent them back slightly while applying pressure to the ball of her foot with his other hand.

She moaned as I moved onto her other toe and whispered, "Lick my foot." I released her toe and ran my tongue along the top of her foot. I was holding her calf and felt her leg trembling as I trailed my tongue along her instep and back towards her toes. "The bottom" she told me, "Heel to toe." I lifted her foot and did as she asked, placing my tongue at the base of her toes, I licked up to her heel and back again. She moaned loudly and it occurred to me she had a foot fetish. That was fine with me, just sucking on her feet had caused my cock to already start to grow again and the noises she was making caused me to take her toes back into my mouth.

was the heaviest. Jenny’s knees began to go numb against the stone surface. There was only a layer of denim between her kneecaps and the stone. The hardness and coldness of the stone were transmitted directly to her kneecaps, and from there to the inner sides of her thighs. Her toes were curled up inside her high heels, with the tendons on the tops of her feet stretched taut.

“Run a finger between each toe. Work the toes apart.” One finger doesn’t seem enough. I use my thumbs again, the tips this time, gently pressing them into the space between each toe and then sliding them down into the pad, using my fingers on the top of her foot to counter the pressure as I softly ease the bones beneath the skin, undoing the constriction of her shoes. I can tell how good it feels. I let my lips part, breathing carefully through my mouth. If I let the scents overwhelm me, Sarah’s foot rub will be a short one.

"Can I take your shoe off?" He nods without hesitation. I untie the laces with careful fingers, then ease the soaked shoe off his swollen foot. He inhales sharply, his body jerking. "...Sorry." "I know, baby." My voice trembles. His sock is drenched. I peel it away gently. The ankle beneath is a mottled, angry purple that is swollen and hot to the touch. "Damn." I touch it as lightly as possible. He still flinches. "I'm going to get some ice."

My fingers wouldn't work. I was kneeling on the cold tiles of the foyer, trying to force my left heel into a black leather flat, but my hands were shaking so hard the shoe kept slipping sideways. The leather felt stiff. The strap was caught under my sole. "Ellie, stop." Damien’s voice came from above me, but I didn't look up. I grabbed the back of the shoe, my fingernail scraping against the stitching. "I need to get my boots from the room. The flats are too small. My feet are cold. If I can just—"

"Mia, you are just as special as I knew you would be." Flipping my legs over the side of the bed, I try to roll my ankles, but a large boot is on one of my legs. I wiggle my toes inside the boot before opening each of the straps and tossing the boot to the side. Sliding slowly off the bed, I test my weight on my feet.