Foot Slave Stories Novels & Stories

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!?"

We rushed back into the hallway, heading for the hall where the meeting was being held. “We have to warn them,” I said to Rosa as we rushed towards our destination. We had barely even reached the door before we also started to hear the sounds of screaming and fighting getting louder and louder. “Oh no. No, no, no.” At one point, one of my shoes twisted underneath me, turning my ankle inward. A shock of pain shot through my leg, and I screamed, barely managing to catch myself before I crashed to the floor. Rosa, came up to me and tried to pull me to my feet, but I waved her off. “No, please go and see what's happening. I'll be fine,” I said, already taking off the shoes. I had worn them for t

Her feet were soaked in acidic water every day, and later on, her feet were all messed up. Slowly, Isadora's feet healed but developed a complication. It was that kind of foot fungus that was more severe than Athlete's foot and could make the gap between the toes rot into the bones. The condition would relapse twice every spring and autumn. Every time it relapsed, Isadora's feet would practically be disabled, and it would be itchy and painful. She would have a limp whenever she walked. However, a year later, the siblings truly got the opportunity to go abroad.

I соugh аt the раіn сhоkіng mу hеаd, аnd trу tо stop thе rеtсhіng іn my mouth аnd mу jеrkіng аrоund on the flооr. Thе bottom оf thе реrѕоn’ѕ boots іѕ close nоw. It’s jеt blасk ѕtіlеttоѕ thаt соuld оnlу bеlоng to оnе person.

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.

"Get in." "Aren't you going in to check on them?" Cheryl asked, turning back to look at the hospital. "There's no need for that." Jack chuckled. "I'm sure both of them are exhausted. They must be resting now." "Oh, by the way." Jack suddenly thought of something and added, "You reminded me of something. Mrs. Morrison's feet …" Cheryl became anxious upon hearing that. "What happened to Caroline's feet?" "She lost her shoes when she was in the mountains. But she couldn't be bothered with it and continued to walk on rough stone surfaces," Jack explained.

I got out of the limo and then walked a few steps. 'SNAP' “Ahhh!” I screamed as my ankle twisted, making my leg buckle, and I began to fall towards the floor. “Oh no you don't, you're not face planting the floor before you've even made it into your own party,” Tristan said as he swept me up into his arms and carried me into the hotel. “What happened?” My mom whispered as she popped her head out of the door to the party hall. “My heel snapped on my shoe,” I said then pouted.

His eyes narrowed at the silhouette lying beside the bed. "Because I will go barefooted" "Why?" Because I am planning to run which is not possible in heels. "I don't think it is important to answer all your questions" "Sianna!" He warned me, and I got the underlying threat. "Last day I ran barefooted on the warm sand so I have got blisters on my feet. I can't wear heels now. It is painful" I lied and thankfully he believed it. I never knew that I could lie and fool anyone so cleverly.

I rolled out of reach of him, trying to kick him but he grabbed my foot and yanked me so hard it nearly took my entire leg off. This made me scream in pain; both my feet felt like they were on fire. This only proved it. Something was wrong. these shoes were digging into my flesh.

My body jerked forward slightly, balance shifting as something gave way beneath my foot. I froze, my eyes glanced at my feet. The strap of my heel dangled loosely, completely broken. “Great,” I muttered under my breath, a bitter laugh escaping me. Of course, tonight will just keep getting better. I bent slightly, slipping the shoe off my foot, then the other, gripping both in one hand. The cold ground pressed against my bare feet as I straightened, ignoring the discomfort as I limped forward. My mouth pouted tightly. A bad shoe in hand, a deep scar in heart, and the words of a man who seemed like all he wanted to do was cause more chaos for me, in my mind.