Novel & Cerita Foot Slave Story

I kinda felt in control as I tried walking confidently like Tana. My feet kicked a stone and half of the finger nail on my big toe uprooted. Even my flip-flop torn. Blood gushed uninterruptedly out of my toe, but that didn't stop me from going to Eliakim's house, I held the torn flip-flop on my hand as continued my pace. Instead of me to push the gate open, I banged loudly on the gate and the security guard shouted. "Who be that mad person wey wan break my gate?"

Only then did he see that pus was oozing out of the sole of Isadora's foot. "It was still fine just now. What happened?" Malvolio looked at Isadora with confusion. Isadora hung her head and looked at the floor. She was focused on keeping her eye on Holden just now that she accidentally stepped on a sharp pebble, and that pebble happened to poked on that ulcer that she had on the sole of her foot. Therefore, the pus filled ulcer that she had for many days was cut open. The pus kept flowing out of that ulcer, Isadora sat on the ground in pain and was unable to get up at all. She already did not dare to walk with her feet anymore.

DAMN, her feet hurt. GERRI knew better than to hike the three-level mall in four-inch heels. But birthday presents must be bought, torture shoes or not. She’d just wear flip-flops the rest of the week—as long as she wasn’t meeting clients, anyway.

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.

She'd done what she had a great time to humiliate me. I stood up from my seat, dragging my legs to the restroom. It hurt. My legs.... It hurt so badly. I knew they couldn't cope with heels, yet I was trying to fit everyone's standard. The spiral staircase seemed like miles away. Each step felt like a tiny betrayal. My toes curled against the cold marble as I climbed, trying my best to keep up the pace without stumbling. Down the hallway was worse... The pain got unbearable. I quickly removed the heels, holding them in my hands. Barefoot on cold marble was better than torturing myself further.

I tried to pinch it out and unzip her boot, but my fingers couldn't reach inside to even bring it out. Her tiny fingers would have fit, but she had to keep standing because of the awkwardness of the way she was standing. Her ankle was bent precariously and she was putting her whole weight on her right foot that was free. I couldn't waste any more time so I got out my knife and started cutting at the heel of the boot. She squeaked, "What are you doing?" "Can't you see? I'm cutting off the heel, so that you can get your foot free."

I challenged him to let my father cover his face with both hands in desperation from my stubbornness He smiled vilely and suddenly.. he broke my leg!! I screamed at the top of my voice as I stared at my feet in pain, how damn it broke it so fast!! What is the?? I cried so hard, forgetting my pride, I felt my bones had moved out of place or maybe had been dislocated!! I could not defend myself even because of his extreme speed.. He came forward and pressed his shoes to my feet so that I could move weakly and I was crying and sobbing. I could hear my mother screaming and begging her to scream in turn , "Stop, don't beg for him!"

There was no one left in the company now, just them. Nina clasped her hands lightly, her aura still strong. Exiting the company's front door, she wrenched her heels. Keith subconsciously held her up, "Are you okay?" Nina frowned and looked down at her foot, her ankle was swollen, the heel of her high heel embedded into the ground and broke.

I jerked my arm. He didn’t let go. My shoe caught again. This time the heel snapped clean off. I lurched sideways.

There, is a large piece of glass hanging out of my foot. ‘Idiot human’ speak says with annoyance in his voice. I yank the glass from my foot and hear Flora take a sharp inhale of breath at the action. Spear quickly works to heal it, and the blood slows quickly. “It's fine Flora. Just some glass...” I begin to explain, knowing she was turned away from me. As I look up, I see her eyes locked on my foot with worry filling them. Interesting that my being naked no longer seems to make her uncomfortable.