Foot Worship Novels & Stories

Even though it was night, the moonlight let me get a good look at him. “You're doing the stance wrong,” the young man said, and I put my foot on the floor. "You have to have your feet together, keep your spine straight, and then you're going to transfer your body weight to one foot to lift the other. The safe point is to put the sole of your foot on your thigh, but it's impossible to do that with the shoes you have on. You have to take your shoes off." I looked at the man dumbfounded. “Are you really correcting my posture?” I asked incredulously.

Ford’s previous question needed to be repeated, “How did you- You’ve never-I didn’t-“ I will explain. Start running back. They will soon realize you are not here. Ford started his way back barefoot, not even grabbing his debouched and shredded shoe’s. They weren’t any use now, they’d have to be left behind. His steps were faulting, rocks and sticks hurting the pads of his feet as he tried to maneuver around them.

“I will call you if I stop by.” “I will call you if I stop by,” I mimicked him with a low tone of voice while making a face. Womanizer! Since he seemed too busy with his woman, I stood and entertained myself by looking at the different footwear. It was still incomprehensible for me to see that there were shoes that had almost five inches heels. Wouldn’t it be dangerous to wear them? With just one wrong step, one could sprain her ankles, fall on her knees, and worse, fall on the ground face first. Grrr… just by thinking about such scenarios made me shiver.

He held his left leg with both hands and jumped up and down on the ground. Li Meiyu said, "What's wrong with you?" Zhi Fubao's face relaxed a little. He pointed to a girl in an exposed sling dress in front of him and said, "She stepped on my foot." They all looked at the girl's feet. She wore a pair of red high heels, which were as high as Li Meiyu's. They were more than ten centimeters high. Looking at the tall and thin high heels which were like nails, they all felt sorry for Zhi Fubao.

I'm happy for her! My mother stuffed my foot into a pair of heels which I clearly had difficulty walking but she insisted that I wear this just like my sisters who are literally pros in heels. They could run a mile wearing it, while I keep stumbling. I practiced a little and finally got control of it but it was still uncomfortable, well who hears? ***

He’ll get me out. With our bodies molded to each other, he starts walking. I regret these heels right now more than anything. Walking is already hard as it is since I can’t see where I’m putting my legs. But I also have to worry about now breaking said legs. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to tell Ursula this is never happening again. Wedges or one inch heels for me from now on. “This isn’t working out.” Just as he said that, his arms snake around my waist and the floor disappears from beneath me.

Then Soren lowered himself onto one knee. He took out a pair of soft flat leather shoes from behind his back and placed them in front of her. After that, he gently lifted one of her feet and examined it. The unexpected gesture left Meryl unsure what to do. She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but he did not release it. Soren studied her foot. It was beautiful, small enough to rest neatly in his palm, with ten rounded toes that looked smooth as jade. The high heels must not have fit properly. Her heel and toes were rubbed red, and a blister had formed beside her smallest toe.

Alastaire shouts, but Felix doesn’t slow his stride – if anything, he seems to walk faster. “She’s still tired,” Felix shouts back. “She only just woke up. And she hurt her foot in the forest the other day. I’m not letting that happen again.” Then, more quietly so that only I can hear, he says, “you shouldn’t be putting too much pressure on it anyway.” I’m about to speak up and tell him that my foot’s totally fine, but I think better of it and decide to keep quiet. It wouldn’t exactly be easy to explain how a deep wound like that mysteriously disappeared overnight.

I understand it is his house and his rules, but some rules are in need of breaking. Carrying on down the hallway, I become very aware of my uneven gait, my slipper whispering along the floor, his boot clomping. “How are you managing to keep my boot on ?” He asks. “I stuffed newspaper into the toe and around the sides, filling up the space around my foot. A trick I learned from my mother, who always bought our shoes a bit large so we could grow into them and they would last longer”. I explain.

I want to be with him again because I miss his care so much. Right now I’m sitting in his swivel chair because he’s squeezing my foot. It hurts because I always wear heels. I told him that it was okay even if he didn't massage it because I was also used to my foot hurting because of the heels but he wanted me to do nothing but hold my foot to him. "You should be wearing flat shoes so it doesn't hurt too much. Your foot is red because of these heels," he said and removed the heels on the other side of my foot.