Foot Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Kara’s POV "I swear, I think I've ruined my boots." Caleb and I both groaned as Sheila whined for the one hundredth time. It was bad enough that the sun was scorching hot and sand seemed to grow claws that dragged at our boots. Everyone's problem were just these but one more problem seemed to be added to Sheila's. "I think the sole has burnt off. Cause tell me why my feet, with such thick socks, is burning like it's on fire."

So I never tried to make her like him either. I straightened my legs stretching my feet and nearly screaming out when I feel a cramp coming at the bottom of my soles. Heels weren’t my friends anymore. Not that they were ever my friends to begin with. God, I hated them on a good day. My ankles and feet protested daily. I don’t even want to speak about my thighs. But wearing a pair of heels costing more than people make in a year I dare not to complain about my discomfort.

It reflected Novastone's lights. The water had to be freezing. But was it colder than what was spreading through my body? I slipped off my heels. Emanuela Romano gave them to me last year. They were half a size too small and always cut the skin at my heels. I stepped barefoot onto the wooden boards. The rough texture reminded me of the leaking basement in the slums. Maybe that was where I belonged. I leaned forward, but a hand clamped around my wrist like a steel vise.

His little sobs and hiccups were what filled the silent nightclub and I was sure whenever the story of what happened here started to circulate, it was going to be as exaggerated as the other ones. "You're making me hurt you, Joe boy," I told him patting his shoulder gently. "Give me only answers I want to hear from now on." Just then I looked to the floor where one of my feet was and saw the red liquid from his heels soaking up the sole of my honey-coloured shoes. They were Von Nadia. And they were my favourite ones. Double irritation at the moment. "Uh!" I growled at him, frowning. " I was going to have mercy on you but now, you got my shoes all bloody!"

I understand it is his house and his rules, but some rules are in need of breaking. Carrying on down the hallway, I become very aware of my uneven gait, my slipper whispering along the floor, his boot clomping. “How are you managing to keep my boot on ?” He asks. “I stuffed newspaper into the toe and around the sides, filling up the space around my foot. A trick I learned from my mother, who always bought our shoes a bit large so we could grow into them and they would last longer”. I explain.

The hole in the right one let in cold air every time I stepped into a puddle. By the time I finished cleaning the first floor, my feet were killing me. I was mopping the main hallway when it happened. I stepped backward to rinse my mop, and the sole of my left boot finally gave up completely. It separated from the upper part with a wet tearing sound, leaving me standing in a puddle with my sock exposed. "Perfect," I said to the empty hallway. I tried to keep working, but walking with one boot that was basically falling off my foot was impossible. The sole flapped with every step, and water seeped through immediately.

I tried to push away the thoughts of our complicated situation and focus on the dance. But just as we started moving, I felt a sudden pain in my foot. I looked down to see that my heel had broken, causing me to stumble. Reuben immediately let go of me and rushed to my side, his concern evident on his face. "Are you alright, Naomi?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry. I winced, trying to hide the pain. "I'm fine," I muttered, trying to regain my composure. Reuben didn't seem satisfied with my response. He bent down and gently lifted my broken heel, examining it closely. "We need to get you a new pair of shoes," he said, his voice firm.

I tried to convince myself. I couldn’t bring myself to wear my sandals so I wore one of the other socks that I’d brought. It was from the Toy Story franchise and it was bright yellow. I put on the flip-flops I found in the room. Sadly, my feet were too small for it. The flip-flops were twice my feet length. I hadn’t brought any other shoes except the sandals. I ditched the flipflops and decided to walk in my socks then. However, the floors were cold. I ignored it and walked out of the room.

Jayden smiled. "I've gotta go now, bye Jayden." She took the broken heels and walked away with her oversized flip-flops. Stacey went in to meet the stylists; she was surprised as to why Stacey was putting on flip-flops and holding the heels in her hands. "What happened to you, Stacey?" She asked. "The heels got broken," Stacey told the stylist. "What! This shoe is of great quality, maybe it was tampered with." She muttered. "I don't think so, ma'am; who would want to do that? It might just be a coincidence. I don't know how to walk in heels. Maybe it was all my fault." Stacey mumbled.

After we eat, binuhat niya na ulit ako pabalik sa kuwarto ko at inihiga ako sa kama. I can't help but notice his nice and perfect body. "What exactly happened to your feet?" he asked me after putting me down. "Me and my brother were playing uno until the ship started sinking. While running, I fell into a hole where my feet got stuck and I can't get it back. My brother forced to get it out that's why it looked like this." I narrated. "Uno?" he asked. Naka kunot pa ang noo, I find it cute.