Foot Worship Novels & Stories

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?"

And finally, she stepped into the heavy, rugged combat boots she had scraped together every last coin to buy—footwear designed for harsh terrain and punishing labor. The boots were startlingly heavy. When she lowered her weight onto them, a dull, solid thud echoed through the room. Unlike light sneakers, these boots were built with thick rubber lug soles and reinforced steel toes, intended for tracking through the dense, unforgiving wilderness of the northern mountains. They instantly added an inch or two to her height, but more importantly, they completely transformed her physical presence. Instead of the light, hesitant steps of a timid girl, she now planted her feet with a heavy, delibera

Alhpanso replied and Victoria did as he said, she cautious kept her foot down on hot path way. “Ouch....” she winded because of hot path however she was able to straighten her foot.. Seeing it Alphanso stood up and said “Good, it doesn’t look that bad, you just need to apply some ice pack on it” Victoria only nodded her head on his words and again tried to reach her heel with her right foot Alphanso frowned and quickly asked her “What are you doing?” “Wearing heel, I cannot walk bare foot in such a hot sun” she replied

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.

"What's wrong?" "Your walk is too heavy." Too heavy? What does that even mean? "This is how I normally walk?" "I know, and it's a problem. Try lifting yourself onto your toes. I don't want to see your heels touch the floor." "What's the purpose?" "It sways the hips. Makes your legs look longer."

Jackson pushed her onto the side of the bed. “I’ll massage it for you. Will that do? Why did you choose to walk around in high heels? It’s not healthy to wear heels too often.” He lifted her foot and placed it on his lap then carefully massaged it. He was pretty skilled.

“Run a finger between each toe. Work the toes apart.” One finger doesn’t seem enough. I use my thumbs again, the tips this time, gently pressing them into the space between each toe and then sliding them down into the pad, using my fingers on the top of her foot to counter the pressure as I softly ease the bones beneath the skin, undoing the constriction of her shoes. I can tell how good it feels. I let my lips part, breathing carefully through my mouth. If I let the scents overwhelm me, Sarah’s foot rub will be a short one.

Felza's POV FOUR YEARS LATER “Halo, Oh my God!” I yelled, dragging her away from the kitchen. She placed her small hands on mine, trying to pull my hands away, but I shook my head and halted, “Halo, what did I tell you about trying to make a dish?” she lowered her gaze, circling her toes on the ground, “and what did I tell you about wearing your shoes.” she tucked some loose strands of her hair behind her ears, smiling from ear to ear, “Mother, walking barefooted helps me walk faster. Walking with the shoes slows me down.” I facepalmed myself and sighed, “Halo, everyone walks around with shoes. You have to get used to it.”

I could hear an intake of gasps from around me, and I’m pretty sure I was one of them because that was unexpected. “Standing on the tips of your feet is not only damaging to your feet, but it also makes you unstable, just as Cecilia had told you. It also makes it easier for you to twist your ankle once you lose balance,” Madam Isa continued, narrowing her eyes at Vivian, whose face was growing increasingly redder by the second. “Who even told you that it was customary to walk like that?” Vivian was stunned speechless, her eyes never leaving Madam Isa.

My legs felt a bit heavy after sitting in the meeting room for a whole day. I had also taken my shoes off when I sat down. I made an awkward discovery that I was not able to put my shoes on again. Sophie had already stood up, but I was still sitting in place. She stared at me in confusion. “What’s wrong, Cassia? Why aren’t leaving? Are your legs numb?” “My feet are swollen. I can’t put on my shoes.” “Oh.” She looked down. “Let me find you a pair of slippers.” “No, it’ll be ugly.”