Foot Slave Stories Novels & Stories

"Let me show you the marble room before we have coffee." I follow behind her click-clacking of skyscraper heels on the tiger marble and am somewhat in awe of how she can walk on those things. Zoe is the same, she can walk and dance her heart out on the highest and thinnest heels you could imagine. Me, I prefer my flats and trainers. If I go out I only want to take my heels off as soon as I have put them on. I have twisted my ankle once in heels, one wild night when Mark and I had gone to a new club opening I was dancing and my ankle twisted. Since then I am a little more cautious about my movements when wearing stilettoes.

he said, his voice carrying a touch of pride. “Still,” Vivienne couldn't help but voice her surprise as she carefully manipulated her sandals across the grass before eventually giving up and whipping them off entirely. The grass felt impossibly soft beneath her bare feet, a nostalgic sensation like being a little girl again before her father took a cane to her ankles and ended up breaking one of the bones. Then at the hospital her mother had forced her to lie and say she’d tripped while carrying a heavy book so that the doctor wouldn’t ask too many questions.

But instead of being his slave, I became his wife's, Lady Candice of Bluestoria, slave! Here I am walking, once again not paying attention to where I am going, and suddenly, I slip, falling on the frozen icicles. "Ouch! That hurts!" I say to him as I look down to see my ankle bleeding from the icicle leaves that grazed my leg when I slipped. I bend down and press my fingers into the cut to stop it from bleeding. Once it is contained, I get up and continue to walk and tell my story. LD

Instead, he slowly raised his left hand and that’s when I saw it. Resting on his broad palm was one of my flat shoes. “It smelled like yours. I found it in the grass when I went to the stream.” Only then did it hit me, I had walked back to the den barefoot and hadn’t even realized it. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry for the trouble,” I said quickly, bowing my head slightly in apology as I took the shoe from his hand. I avoided his eyes. “I’m thirsty. May I have some water?” he asked seriously.

"I don't know." "That bastard said because his left foot was different from a normal person’s foot. He was born with 6 toes. And the socks were especially made for him by his dead wife. He couldn't bear to discard them... I used to think he was an honest person. But now I find that he has really been good at pretending. Maybe her wife's death is related to him." When Jean heard this, she suddenly felt a gush of biting wind rise from the soles of her feet.

I went out to the store holding all my newly bought idol merch. This is made me so fulfilled in my life, I'm glad my savings are enough. And while I am happy carrying my stuff in my both arms. I made a misstep at the side road and stumbled. It sends the contents scattered on the floor. I tried to stand up but I feel a pain in my foot. Dang it, I broke my ankle...

I can’t tell if it was his words or the moment, or the pain I had been ignoring that had been shooting from my feet but I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Ouch,” I blurted, “What? Are you okay?” Nathan leaned closer, eyes narrowing in concern, his hand almost reaching me. “It’s just…” I tried to play it off, flexing my feet inside the damn shoes. “These shoes are killing me.” I bent one knee, tried to roll my ankle. It didn’t help. My feet felt like they were being chewed alive. Yeah, because I never wear heels. Asides from the one, the Escort agency gave me. Never owned a pair. Never had to. The one time I should’ve… Prom.

The silver cut into my skin and made me bleed but I kept trying to get my feet out. Giving up, I took hold of my ankle with my hands. Shaking, I screamed as I squeezed as hard as I could. Suddenly, there was a cracking sound and my foot fell limp in my hands. Tears continued to stream down my face, but I didn’t stop. Straightening out my now limp foot, I tried to pull off the metal. It did manage to slip it further down, helped by the blood that was spilling out from me trying to pull it off. But it got stuck at the ball of my foot. Taking the ball of my foot just under my big toe, I felt for where it was connected. Squeezing hard again, I screamed again as I tried to crack it. This one was

As noble as Joseph was, he was still a person who was wild and arrogant. Despite that, he was kneeling in front of her in front of so many people. She panicked and her heart fluttered. She was scared and nervous. Would he suddenly flip her over? Or would he pinch her feet hard? Or perhaps in the next second, he would make her suffer a fate worse than death? He untied her 'shoes' and saw the blood stains on her great toe. He gently held her foot and said, "Your toe got scraped. Are you stupid? In the jungle, if your foot has cuts, bacterial infection can easily happen."

“You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!” Next to her, her son, Gregg Morri, a beer-bellied man holding the empty bucket, glared at me with rage. “You left those shoes that were infected with athlete’s foot at your door on purpose, didn’t you? You’re trying to make my wife lose the baby! You better compensate us!” Behind them stood a woman, Kerry Morri, whose face flushed and contorted as she desperately tried to bend down to scratch her feet. However, with her swollen belly in the way, she could not do so.