Foot Slave Story Novels & Stories

I got out of the limo and then walked a few steps. 'SNAP' “Ahhh!” I screamed as my ankle twisted, making my leg buckle, and I began to fall towards the floor. “Oh no you don't, you're not face planting the floor before you've even made it into your own party,” Tristan said as he swept me up into his arms and carried me into the hotel. “What happened?” My mom whispered as she popped her head out of the door to the party hall. “My heel snapped on my shoe,” I said then pouted.

Autumn gave her a fake smile as she puts the stilettos back into her feet. "I'm talking about your dark eye bags, Rosie. And you're welcome." Even if she already turned her back from Rosie, she knows that the girl was fuming. She won this round. She walked out from the hall like a winner. She was finally at the parking lot. She was almost limping because her shoes were killing her. As soon as she was inside her car,she removed her shoes again and threw it at the back. She heaved a sigh of relief as she steps into her comfy sandals.

"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.

If her husband's reputation didn't matter, she would have thrown in these pricey shoes to keep any rodents out of their home. "These shoes are called stilettos; they are lovely, pricey heels that give women an exquisite appearance." He indicated a shoe box that belonged to him but not to his wife. "I could care less. What? My leg hurts right now." She complained as she massaged her swollen, red ankles, but before she could finish, she fell. Fortunately, she did not dislocate her ankle, but she still had to give up one of her ankles. The gel that had been heated in the oven was in Davino's hand as he gripped Safira's ankle angrily. He applied slow, deliberate pressure.

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.

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.

That caused me to let go of my sandals and they fell on Bryce's feet causing him to groan. "Oh my! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” I immediately led him until we got to his living room and then I made him sit on the sofa. I knelt in front of him to see if his foot was injured because the very heel of my sandals fell on his foot. "It's f-fine. J-Just gets u-up.” I didn't listen to him and still tried to kick his foot but I had a hard time because the only light that came from the moon outside was my light. "Get up, Gia. I can already see your cleavage. Damn.”

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.

“Now, can we talk?” He didn’t answer, instead he came closer to me and bent one knee. “What are you doing?!” I choked out, barely able to get the words out without stuttering. Instead of answering my question, he carefully removed the three-inch thick-soled sandals I was wearing. He gently placed my foot on his thigh and gently tap it using his middle and pointed finger. “Your foot is a little swollen. Why didn’t you tell me?” “You want me to jog your memory on why I didn’t tell you?” I fired back.

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.