Foot Worship Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

I only prayed they didn't really come out and start bleeding since I'm not sure whether that small amount of blood would attract rottens from miles away like blood in the sea attracts a predator. The others have been doing the same thing, inspecting their feet for signs of harm. Justine and Ricky seem to be the only ones who don't bother to take off their shoes. They're undoubtedly accustomed to walking ridiculously large distances, and I'm positive if they can get blistering on their calloused feet, they're not aware of the agony. Years of pounding have most likely transformed their feet to rock. Diana had the worst luck. Her feet had already broken and were bleeding. Diana stooped down and

When I was about to step foot into the pack house, Zack asked, "Where have you been? Where is your other shoe?” His gaze shifted to my feet, and he looked at me in disgust. I looked down at my own feet. I was so caught up in thinking about the king that I forgot I was only wearing one heel. I was limping to the pack house with one heel! I took off the heel and tossed it to the side. The other pair had been lost, so it was no longer useful. I stepped forward to the door instead of answering his question.

Christen walked into her house, grateful to step out of her heels after spending hours on her feet at Daniel’s house. The soles of her feet were sore from being stuffed in her heels for so long. The dinner had been eventful, so much time was spent interacting with guests and family members. It felt like she had been standing for ages.

Enough about that let me take your shoes off. Shane takes my shoes off and starts massaging my feet. Oh my, that feels heavenly, my feet were getting swollen walking in my heels. Why would you walk in heels, knowing that your feet will swell? To answer your question, it was because I wanted to feel beautiful before I got any bigger, then cannot see my feet.

I almost wore it everyday. I decided to get flat footwears, I really did not like to wear high heels. Not that I was so tall that it would look bad. I was the shortest of all siblings I had. But I still never liked heels. Sometimes, mama scolded me for not wearing heels. She said ``you are mateless because you don't wear heels. If you will wear heels, you will look sexy.` I always rolled my eyes hearing the same lecture every single time. I then stopped paying attention as I knew it was usual. And I had become habitual of that stupid lecture.

After we eat, binuhat niya na ulit ako pabalik sa kuwarto ko at inihiga ako sa kama. I can't help but notice his nice and perfect body. "What exactly happened to your feet?" he asked me after putting me down. "Me and my brother were playing uno until the ship started sinking. While running, I fell into a hole where my feet got stuck and I can't get it back. My brother forced to get it out that's why it looked like this." I narrated. "Uno?" he asked. Naka kunot pa ang noo, I find it cute.

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.

They were such pretty things, sparkly and silver, but I knew they would ruin everything if I wore them for a minute more. I'd never been able to walk in heels. My mother, aunts, and Cecelia had all tried to teach me, but it always ended in disaster. I wore kitten heels for three minutes and I nearly broke my wrist. I had crossed a room in wedges and had to use crutches for a week. Wearing pumps had required an x-ray.

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