Foot Worship Novels & Stories

Once it was on he felt something similar being slipped onto his left foot. The boy was finally allowed up off the enema rail and he was able to pull up his right leg enough to see what was on his feet. He was wearing very strange leather boots, but instead of soles like regular shoes, his boots had horseshoes under his toes. The inside of the boots were designed to force Cody to only walk and stand with his toes over the horse shoes, which was extremely uncomfortable and awkward.

Zachary firmly held onto her foot, glancing up at Joey. "You can't treat your feet like that. They're more sensitive than hands. Let me give you a foot rub." Joey squirmed a bit, making a face. "Let go …" Seated on the couch, Zachary held onto her foot, massaging the swollen areas. His tone was cold. "A foot rub will help. Didn't you get warm shoes?" "Warm ones don't make a difference," Joey replied.

She thanked him for it and bent forward to unclasp her feet from her high-heeled sandals. “What do you think of my footwear?” she asked. “Zee got it for me at a clothing shop over at Canal Street.” “It’s cute. Looks good on you.” Thad drank his beer. He laid his hand on her thigh and caressed it down to her calves. Myra relaxed backwards on the sofa and let him feel her body. “You wax your legs often?” “Every chance I get; my husband likes them that way. He’s got a foot fetish thing. He gets off making love to my feet than he would have sex. It’s a good thing Zee made it official that he’s never to fuck me anymore.”

But being tipsy and the closet being dark, I trip over something and hit the floor with a thud. “Ah, damnit!” I cry out and thank the Vega’s for installing carpets in the walk-ins before I limp to the light switch, my eyes falling on the guilty pair of shoes that tripped me. Growling, I feel a wave of anger course through me at the sight of my wedding Louboutin platforms. Picking them up by the heels, I am about to chuck them in the trash when something at the bottom of one of the heels catches my eye. I frown and walk over to the plush seat in the middle, looking down at the obvious cut into the red bottoms.

I did not want Anna to see me being pointed at and insulted like this. That was the only dignity I had left. As I was trying to leave in grief, someone maliciously stuck out his foot and tripped me, causing me to fall to the floor. The food that had spilled earlier smeared all over me. Marvin covered his nose, looking faintly disgusted. "Alright, let him leave." "Did you hear that? Hurry up and get out!" "Do you think an animal like you deserves to show up in a place like this?!" I climbed up numbly. I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back.

It has been a very long time since she wore heels so her feet became sore. Anthony walked in and saw her sitting on the sofa. She massaged her gently. "Did you get hurt?." He asked in concern, he bent and held her feet in his hand. "My feet are sore, the heels caused it and it hurts." She replied in a soft voice. "Your feet are beautiful." He complimented and kissed it. "That's not hygienic, you could contact germs from my feet." Anthony chuckled, the bodyguards came in with what they purchased.

How can he treat her this way! Well, all she could blame was the God who made her this way. But she got to change her destiny! Rita dragged herself to the underground parking tiredly one hour later when the party ended. Because she was wearing the high heels all day, she can feel this excruciating pain in her left foot. After walking just for a while, her face turned pale and started sweating. Leaning against the wall for a while, Rita felt less tired. In order to walk more easily, Rita took her high heels off and walked to the P2 quarter

Sitting at this desk from eight to eight was easy, God knows, because there was enough to do… but no way it was healthy. She sighed again and slowly got to her feet. Her right foot was asleep, so she took off her high heel, pressed down on her toe like a ballerina (not that she’d ever taken ballet, gallumph that she was) and winced. Yes, her new shoes were totally hot and sexy and flattering, but wow, fashion could be a royal pain in the ass. Or the foot.

I forced the words out through clenched teeth, every syllable trembling with rage and helplessness. "Still playing the victim? And now you're cursing my parents too?" Huxley pressed his shoe into my face. The sole ground into my skin like he wanted to break a bone. I could barely breathe. Jennifer, clearly enjoying herself, strutted over and kicked me square in the stomach. A cry of pain escaped me as I curled up on the floor, my insides twisting violently. Huxley stood by, watching it all unfold with cold indifference, completely devoid of sympathy.

(you girls will know what I mean) I sat down on the chair and pulled on a pair of socks that Sarah selected for me. When I slipped my feet into the boots, they seemed to add twenty pounds to my weight. Sarah had called them safety boots and said the toe was re-enforced but not the old-fashioned steel toed boots of old. She told me they would protect my feet in case a horse stepped on me.