Foot Slave Novels & Stories

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

The lights in the garden had already lit up, and the flowers looked lovely under the soft glow. Looking at the cobblestone path in front of her, Adeline recalled reading about walking barefoot on it would help to increase sleeping quality. Since she hadn't been sleeping properly recently, she took off her shoes and stood barefoot on the sharp, uneven stones. The stones felt cold beneath her feet, and it somehow relaxed her. She began to walk slowly down the path. From time to time, she would feel a sharp jab of pain at the soles of her feet, which startled her every time. Otherwise, she quite enjoyed the whole endeavor.

She limped back to him barefooted and told him she was ready. "You still aren't on heels, are you intending to tire out my patience?" He said as he looked down at her feet. Sophia cringed. She could only imagine him at his worst. Immediately, she spoke, "I was thinking, since I am injured, how about I wear some slip on. When we get there, I can wear my heels in the car. Please, because I would be in much more pains if I wear them right now" she pleaded.

Enough about that let me take your shoes off. Shane takes my shoes off and starts massaging my feet. Oh my, that feels heavenly, my feet were getting swollen walking in my heels. Why would you walk in heels, knowing that your feet will swell? To answer your question, it was because I wanted to feel beautiful before I got any bigger, then cannot see my feet.

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.

My heart pounded so hard I could barely hear anything else as I slid back into my seat next to Freddie and reached for my wine. “Excellent speech,” Freddie congratulated me. I smiled at him and took another big sip of wine. “It was an ice-skate that cut you?” Carla asked. She shook her head. “You and shoes just don't get along.” “What do you mean?” I asked, finishing off my glass of wine. “Well, an ice-skate is a type of shoe, and you tripped on your shoe walking down the aisle,” Carla explained. “You are just a disaster when it comes to shoes.”

I didn’t have time to contemplate the possibility that I had just accidentally time traveled through a sewer back to 2004. "I gotta go," I panted to Alexis. I wasn’t sure exactly how I ended up in my freshman year in college, but I knew from experience that I needed to get myself out of this situation and fast. I took off the platform flip flops I was wearing, which were sticky from dancing in a frat house basement and booked it. I hadn't navigated this area since I was 18 years old, but I knew which general direction to run in. Towards campus, to my dorm. To safety.

Her foot fitted in it, but it was hurting a bit around her toe. “It’s a bit tight by the toe, what do I do now?” She sounded so dejected when she spoke, and she slumped onto the bed. Fay came over to her, “don’t worry, those shoes stretch still, they brand knew so I’m sure you will be fine. We can take your pumps within your bag, and you can change out of the heels later. How does that sound?”

Navigating the basement was proving harder than she would have imagined, especially considering the two handicaps they saddled her with to start this little fantasy game of theirs. "How did I let them talk me into this stupid game," the Queen announced almost angrily as she crossed the basement hurrying as best she could despite handicap number one which was the white satin platform sandals with their nearly five inch stiletto heels. These had been her wedding night shoes, and quite lovely, but not at all practical, especially for the game they were playing. The shoes combined with handicap number two--the flute full of champagne they made her drink at the start--was definitely making quick

“Don’t worry, let me take a look. I will fix them even if they are fractured.” “Well then… it’s all on you, the legendary doctor!” Sitting down beside her, Alex raised her right leg and removed her shoe. The skin of her tiny foot could not be clearly seen beneath the black pantyhose that Hailey was wearing. However, he could deduce, just by its appearance, that it was a shoe size of 5.5, with long, slender toes and well-proportioned flesh. Alex said in an awkward manner, “It’s a little difficult for me to do my job if your pantyhose are on. Do you mind if I tear them off?”