Foot Worship Novels & Stories

So I never tried to make her like him either. I straightened my legs stretching my feet and nearly screaming out when I feel a cramp coming at the bottom of my soles. Heels weren’t my friends anymore. Not that they were ever my friends to begin with. God, I hated them on a good day. My ankles and feet protested daily. I don’t even want to speak about my thighs. But wearing a pair of heels costing more than people make in a year I dare not to complain about my discomfort.

I couldn’t see myself wearing these. “Chastity you have to wear heels.” Norm complained. “No Norm. I can’t walk in them, and they hurt. Besides heels damage your feet, especially your toes.” “What do you mean they damage your toes?” Lexi questioned as she took off the red heels she was trying on. “Here. Read this.” I said as I found the article I read not long ago about the lasting damage to your feet from wearing heels.

he dumped a little bit of lotion on one hand, warmed it up in her palms, and rubbed it onto her skin. He held his foot in both hands, with the thumbs on top and the other fingers on the sole, He held his foot in both hands, with the thumbs on top and the other fingers on the sole, massaging, squeezing gently, then harder, working the muscles. your foot was thin, much smaller than his. Almost delicate, but strong enough to carry it all day, in

I should have worn sandals; Matteo had warned me and asked me to be in one or take it along with me. But I had stubbornly declined and had worn an ankle boot. Even though the sole wasn't very high, it was still high for a long walk. "Fuck it," I muttered, unzipping the ankle boots and slipping out of them. I flexed my legs, letting out a sigh at the relieved feeling that washed over me. Preparing to walk, Matteo halted me. He frowned, staring from my legs to my face. "Are you aware that it's dangerous to walk around barefooted? There are so many spikes around here as well as traps, I don't want the mother of my child to move around limping or worse have her legs cut off."

After taking their vows, they sat down to receive their gifts and I got the chance to check my foot. I excused myself for going to the toilet. I took off my shoes to help increase my walking speed. I was finding it hard to move my foot. I found a secluded spot behind the hall and I immediately sat down to check my foot. It was bruised and swollen. What do I do now? I still had to accompany Sofia to dance before calling it a day. I can't go missing without completing the formalities. I immediately tied my foot with my handkerchief, then I put my shoes back on and tried to walk. It hurt, but I have to endure it for Sofia.

Then his voice became serious. “Because you’re going to need that attitude.” He pointed to the brace. “You cannot put weight on that leg for five months.” Sophia blinked. “Five?” Rhoden nodded. “Not even a little.” He continued. “After that, we move to toe-touch weight bearing.” Sophia frowned. “What does that mean?” “Three months of barely touching the floor with your toes.” Sophia leaned back slowly. Rhoden continued like he was reading a grocery list. “After that we try light foot pressure.”

she said and I chuckled. "No thank you. I would never do that to my self. Do you know what Achilles tendon is? It is a tendon of your foot. Wearing heels shortens and thickens it and then the pain starts in the ankle joints. Soon it won't stay at ankle joints but start to go up, hip joint and calf muscles and back joints everything will start paining. Keep wearing them and before forty all these things will happen and you will realise what a bad decision it was to choose heels to match up to a man rather than your good personality." I said and her eyes widened. She can't speak and the head designer spoke.

Bold, sophisticated, and ready to take on the charity gala. I slipped my feet into the designer black stiletto heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence as the shoes transformed my posture. The sleek, pointed toes and delicate ankle straps added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I stood up, my gaze drifting down to admire the way the heels elongated my legs, creating a stunning line from hip to toe.

“These I believe will do wonders for you. lets see which ones fit best.” Sure enough, when he had slipped on the boot, it was an amazing fit. The fuzzy fur lining was warm and cushioned my foot like walking on a cloud. “Its amazing!” Kiara’s face showed equal joy when she received her pair. “There, now, no more running around barefoot in the middle of winter! Be kind to those feet and they will take you far.”

Chapter 14 – Disobedience and Anger It has been four days already that I am learning how to walk on high heels. I am still struggling but I am getting a grasp of it now, and Finary made we try to wear and walk all my high heels, though sometimes I get out of balance especially when I walk down the stairs I have to hold on the banister, and when I try to walk fast I get distracted, but at a normal pace I can actually do it already with a proper posture. She always reminds me not to look down and slouch, to always lift my head up high. Finary is such a very strict teacher, she would constantly glare at me when she is tired of scolding me verbally. However, she is also patient, very patient at