Foot Worship Novels & Stories

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.”

A week passed since Carlos scheduled his Exhibition Match. Since then, he had been training his left foot to walk longer distances. While he was pushing himself, he had to take a break in the middle of the week as his ankle returned to swell. The doctors told Carlos that it was expected since he was practicing walking without his orthopedic boot. The boot had several supports that kept his foot in place. Thus, walking without it was another adjustment.

"I’ll help you with the heels. Just take it slow." I nodded, grateful for her support. Walking in these heels felt like trying to balance on a tightrope. My legs were shaky, and every step felt painful. I didn't get many shoes back at home, only sandals and worn out flats, I gripped Azel’s arm a little tighter, afraid of tripping over my own feet.

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 asked, my back still facing him. “You didn't seem bothered by the name a few days ago.” “A lot can change within days.” He sighed, “What changed?” ignoring him, I sat on the bed, my left leg mid-air and I pulled out the heels from my arching sole. I wriggled my foot around slowly for relief. It helped a little but legs above my head, on the wall helped a lot better. An exercise that helps send blood flowing back to my body whenever I wear heels for a long time.

His cock nudged against her soaked pussy, but he paused to kiss and lick her soles one more time, tasting the mix of oil and his own pre-cum. Then he pushed inside her , deep and slow. As he began thrusting, Sophia kept one foot near his face so he could kiss and suck her toes while he fucked her. The other foot rested against his chest, toes flexing with every deep stroke. The sight and feel of her beautiful pedicured feet while buried inside her tight heat was overwhelming. He alternated between positions , sometimes holding both her ankles together and fucking her while licking her soles, sometimes letting her feet rest on his shoulders so he could watch her toes curl with pleasure. Every

"If not for you, she wouldn't have been in such a rush to get here that she got into a car accident." I looked over at Gigi, who stood behind Donald looking completely fine. I didn't see any sign of injury on her. "I'll have you know that the car nearly ran over Gigi's foot! Thank goodness she's alright, or else, I will never forgive you for this!" Donald continued to bellow at me, looking at me as if I had killed his father.

I'd wandered right into her den without even realizing it. "Ms. Parker, do you enjoy body massage services?" Vivian Thompson asked. I forced a polite smile and shook my head. "Not really. Something about those places just… feels dirty. Like it'll give me bad luck." She let out an amused laugh while her eyes glinted with mockery. "Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

The wounds ran too deep, too raw and fresh, to pretend otherwise for even a second longer. I walked awkwardly toward the elevator, leaning heavily on the wall several times along the dimly lit corridor to steady my wobbly legs and avoid collapsing again in a pathetic heap. In a fit of raw frustration and desperation, I kicked off my high heels, letting them clatter and skid across the floor as I went barefoot, my stockinged feet padding softly and silently against the cold tiles until I finally reached the elevator doors, gasping for breath.

She said as she helped me up the stairs and we walked to my room. I sat carefully on the bed and took a good look at my feet, I was bleeding. " Should we just take you to the hospital?" she asked and I shook my head. I just got here and I didn't want to be a burden to them. " I'll go get the first aid kit and tell the maids to clean the blood stains quickly" She said and smiled at me and walked out of my room. She was back in no time with a big first aid kit, she dropped it on my bed and sat beside me as she carefully placed my feet on her thighs. My left foot wasn't that bad, it could hopefully heel over night. " I'm so sorry Faryah, my brothers tend to be inconsiderate when they get angry,