Foot Slave Story Novels & Stories

Daphne My heel snapped somewhere between the twelfth and thirteenth rejection. It happened mid-step, the cheap leather strap giving out with a sharp crack that sent me stumbling. I caught myself on a lamppost and just stood there for a second, blinking at the broken shoe dangling from my foot like it was the last straw. Maybe it was.

"Your shoes will stain them..." As he spoke, he took off his shoes and stepped on them barefoot. He rebuked her in a low voice, "You! You don't know how to cherish the piano at all... Your shoes are dirty. How could step on pedals with shoes on?" "I'm sorry!" Danica stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and also took off her shoes. She was wearing a pair of flat sandals and did not have socks on her feet. With a slight smile, she stepped on the pedals barefoot. The moment she stepped on them, she was very excited.

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.

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 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."

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.

Makeup spilled across the floor as she screamed, "You! If you don't care about anything, what about me?! What are you going to do to make this right?!" She jabbed a finger at her stomach. "I'm carrying your child! Your last child! Are you really going to throw us away?!" Nathan staggered back, clutching his forehead, his face contorting in pain. He wobbled unsteadily, looking like he might hit the floor any second. Around us, the café erupted into chaos. Phones came out, cameras rolling. "Check out that arrogant mistress! Let's make her famous!" "Is he so stunned he can't even speak?"

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."

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.