Foot Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Richie, hearing her, quickly circled the front of the car and saw that Sharlynn was having trouble with her shoes. "What's wrong with your feet?" Richie asked. "I think because I haven't worn them in a while, the toe of the shoe is too narrow and it hurts when I walk," Sharlynn replied innocently. "We don't have time to go to the shoe store." Sharlynn was surprised when Richie crouched before her, touched her feet, and removed the shiny black stilettos. The man saw Sharlynn's fingertips turn red from the pressure of the stilettos.

I said and walked near him, I helped him to stand up and walk to our bed " What are you doing earlier?" I suddenly asked him while helping him to sit on the edge of the bed " I was in the middle of taking a bath when the soap suddenly slip down to my hand, it fell off the floor and I was trying to reach it when I suddenly stepped on it and then there, you can see what happened next," He said while smiling " You should take care of yourself, huh," I said as I sat in front of him ang massage his ankle " Ouchh," He said as I pressed his ankle

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

Before they left, they warned Adam with a thumb slashing on neck. As an answer, Adam sent them a middle finger. ‘They look like high school students who love to fight. Geez.’ Of course, knowing how Adam’s business works, I have no doubts that this is a serious and life-threatening case. ‘I survived again.’ "You can't go back and get your shoes," Adam, who's still breathing so hard, said. That was him, saying that I had to walk barefoot on the way to the condominium. I looked back at my feet and wondered how to walk with only one shoe.

I don’t see him behind me anymore, smiling to myself, I think I’m sly. Then the spike of these goddess-forsaken shoes betrayed me. I stumbled to the ground, skidding my skin across the hard forest floor. I hiss out in pain but make quick work to get these damn boots off. Throwing them aside and hopping back up, I’m whipped back to the ground in a single second.

And he tosses my flip flops off. He grabs my foot and tries the smallest boot. “Yow” I yell out. After he roughly tried to pry the boot in and off my foot. “Definetly to small” he looks up unsure and tosses the boot aside. His hands linger at my foot and he gently holds me in place while pressing into my arch and kneading at it like I’m at a Chinese foot spa. It’s actually quite nice.

"Do I have to have any other reason?" "You hiked all the way over to the house in that...what is that thing on your foot, anyway?" "It's a boot. I shattered my tibia," I say. "Should I ask what you were doing?" "What do you think I was doing?" The edges of her mouth turn up in a half-smile. "I would say you were pulling some riding stunt, but it's far more likely that you broke yourself in some kind of scandalous sexcapade." I reach between my legs to grab my crotch. "Well, it's a damn good thing that what's important survived," I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible. "Yeah," she sighed, tilting her head with satisfaction as I removed her left shoe. "You're a foot guy, I can tell. Some men like legs, some of them like tits or ass, but you like feet." "Ahhh..." I cleared my throat. "I guess so." "You're shaking like a leaf!" Shelly giggled. "It's okay. Relax, Bobby. Nobody's going to steal Christmas from you, I promise." "I'm sorry," I said, for no good reason at all. I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot.

That was so fucking embarrassing of course. And now I was walking barefoot thanks to the bloody cobblestones that ruined my shoes. And this pretty bastard was laughing at my misery. We reached some place and I couldn’t walk anymore. The soils were irritating with utter discomfort. I hissed when I pressed them with my thumbs.

“ Let me get you out of these shoes.” He moved his hands to reach my left foot and lifted it on his knee, still sitting on his bed. I made a futile attempt to stop it, realizing I had been running in the puddles with these heels a few minutes ago. His hands were strong but were gently holding me in place until he unzipped both of my shoes, and I was barefoot on his hardwood floor.