Foot Slave Stories Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 152 BIANCA’S POV “Well let’s go report to them,” Richard said and started making his way past me into the mall. I wanted to follow him, but as I turned, a sharp pain stung me like an electric shock on my feet, causing me to fall abruptly on the floor. “Ahhh….” I cried out in pain as I came in contact with the floor. Richard on seeing this, rushed to me in alarm. “What’s the problem?” “My feet…,” I stuttered, cradling my feet and grimacing in pain. “I have been standing and walking on these heels for a long time, and now my feet hurt.”

Jeff frowned, "What do you mean?" “I have an old grandmother in a nursing home, she can't walk and has to be in a wheelchair. She lives with us in our family home and I spend a lot of my time caring for her." Frances leaned forward, “From my experience, shoes or sandals that are worn by people who are paralyzed usually have their soles as good as new, because they have never been worn. But ... you know I often visit Vasha's place, and she wears her house slippers inside ... I carried her several times and helped her move. And I could see, the sole of the sandals is not like new anymore and is a little worn ... like often used for walking."

Gianna's POV "Ouch, damn it!" I decided to take refuge on the stairwell landing, the throbbing in my foot finally becoming unbearable. I slipped off my sandals, revealing the sorry state of my little toe on my right foot, swollen and angry-looking. The sandals themselves were starting to rub, adding insult to injury. And to top it off, I didn't even have a band-aid in my bag. What a way to start the morning. And of course, it was pouring outside. Just perfect! I unfurled my umbrella and pushed myself to my feet, but the combination of wet shoes and slick stairs proved disastrous; my feet went out from under me, and I lost my balance.

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.

With what was left of my energy, I made my way towards a seemingly vacant table not too far from where I was standing. Settling down on the chair, I slid off the torturous four-inch stilettos and began to massage my feet one by one. They were redder than a baboon’s butt and oedematous. I don’t understand who had invented heels in the first place. It must have been a man because there was no way a woman would think of punishing herself this way. It was unimaginable to me.

"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.

Just when I was about to return to my room, I heard something. It did not come from Yvonne’s room, but the entrance. I walked over tentatively, and what I saw shocked me to my core. The entrance was a mess. The shoes were strewn all over the floor. The shoe array Yvonne had meticulously set up for a week had ended up in this state. Even more bizarre were marks I had never seen before on the floor. They were not footprints but strange tracks, like something had crawled over. The tracks went from the entrance and led to the door of my room.

Ford’s previous question needed to be repeated, “How did you- You’ve never-I didn’t-“ I will explain. Start running back. They will soon realize you are not here. Ford started his way back barefoot, not even grabbing his debouched and shredded shoe’s. They weren’t any use now, they’d have to be left behind. His steps were faulting, rocks and sticks hurting the pads of his feet as he tried to maneuver around them.

There, is a large piece of glass hanging out of my foot. ‘Idiot human’ speak says with annoyance in his voice. I yank the glass from my foot and hear Flora take a sharp inhale of breath at the action. Spear quickly works to heal it, and the blood slows quickly. “It's fine Flora. Just some glass...” I begin to explain, knowing she was turned away from me. As I look up, I see her eyes locked on my foot with worry filling them. Interesting that my being naked no longer seems to make her uncomfortable.

I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground. "Madam, your talent lies in chasing men. Don't overestimate yourself, and please, don't embarrass yourself further."