Foot Slave Story Novels & Stories

"the Lord Noah says you can't wear high heels yet, and this will make your feet more comfortable when you walk." Ike handed the box to me with a smile. I looked down and saw that I had been barefoot. Did Noah give me these shoes because I got my foot stabbed last night? After Ike left, I took out the shoes. Just enough to wear, with it, I could walk like I used to. I ran out of the room and ran all the way to the flowers. It was as beautiful as I imagined it would be as what I saw at night. In the sea of flowers, there were some busy maids.

"You're trying to hypnotize me with these heels!? If you madly want to steal me from my mate, then learn to be like him! So your only problem is... you can never be like him!" I was frozen when someone from behind pointed an ax at my throat! Afvshaganifs fixes himself again and grabs a tight hold on my ankles when I attempt to kick him. "The more you resist, the more I've come to like you, lady. Did you know the story of a poor maid persecuted by her stepmother? The prince wore the missing pair to the maid and when it fits, they live happily ever after," he gabs further. Now he's wearing the left pair on my foot! And then what? We will live happily ever after in his fishy ship!?

I confessed. Reeses giggled softly. “I’m not laughing at you. I promise. It’s just so damn cute. I’m just picturing how you’d have reacted when I was fifteen and Clay’s nail gun malfunctioned, and I took a high-power nail to my right foot—pierced through my steel toe boot. There was quite a bit of blood. I lucked out because the nail went through my pinky and ring-toe bones. Still have a faint scar from it.”

Isla By the time I stumbled into my apartment, my feet were screaming in protest. I kicked off my heels the way a prisoner sheds shackles, wincing as the raw skin at my heels caught on the strap. Blisters. Deep ones. I hobbled to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, and lowered my feet in with a hiss that could have woken the dead. The sting made my eyes water, but the relief was immediate.

I borrowed a pair of shoes from my friend, who was suffering from a severe athlete’s foot, and left them outside. Just as I expected, the shoes were stolen that very night. But I did not expect the whole rotten family to show up at my door in the middle of the night to throw filthy water at me and hurl insults. Did they really think they owned the building? They had pushed me too far. I was going to drive them out!

My heart pounded so hard I could barely hear anything else as I slid back into my seat next to Freddie and reached for my wine. “Excellent speech,” Freddie congratulated me. I smiled at him and took another big sip of wine. “It was an ice-skate that cut you?” Carla asked. She shook her head. “You and shoes just don't get along.” “What do you mean?” I asked, finishing off my glass of wine. “Well, an ice-skate is a type of shoe, and you tripped on your shoe walking down the aisle,” Carla explained. “You are just a disaster when it comes to shoes.”

You'll be sorry if Wren and I miss the bonfire festival in Xenas. A squishy noise sounded as he kicked the sack, and his shoe sank into something disturbingly soft and sticky. Startled, he yelped and yanked his foot back in horror.

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.

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

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.