In Her Shoes Novel Novels & Stories

the lady exclaimed, still relishing the wonderful sight. Her statement made Laura smile and blush. Her cheeks were turning red. She didn't know how Lim was going to react when he saw her looking this hot! What is happening to me? Why am I so concerned about how he is going to react when he sees me? She said inwardly but never let a word out. "And I have the prefect shoes for this gown!" The lady exclaimed as she went for the shoes and searched through them. When she found what she was looking for, she opened the box and took it out. It was a pair of nude heels, and as she had said, it matched perfectly with the gown on her body.

They came to the shoes side and she pointed at the pair she saw earlier, the guy brought them down and passed them to her. “This is so beautiful and I love how amazing it feels.” Ruby gushed. “What do you guys think? Would Jaxon like it?” She asked the guards and they both nodded. She looked at the size and her smile widened as it was Jaxon’s exact size. She placed the shoes in the basket and looked around the various shelves decorated with shoes but none caught her eyes again. She turned to her guards and saw them glancing at the shoes. “Ruslan you can both get something for yourselves, it’s on me” She smiled sweetly.

I inquired, and she graciously guided me there. "Thank you," I murmured as I began to peruse the array of shoes, her cheerful demeanor lingering in my thoughts. With a nod and a polite bow, she left me to explore the selection. As I sifted through the shoes, my mind wandered to Ann, who adored wearing heels. Despite her tall stature, she always rocked them effortlessly. I couldn't help but imagine her reaction to the sleek black YSL heel I held in my hand.

Her efforts to maintain her dignity were almost charming. With a sigh, I crouched beside her, aligning my gaze with her ankles. I began to buckle her heels, my fingers brushing her skin as I tightened the straps. She remained still, though her eyes flickered towards me in surprise. As I adjusted her shoes for a better fit, I felt a spark of electricity at my touch, but I dismissed it.

I told her, and left her propped against our table. I noticed her feet, clad only in her stockings, when I returned with the chair she had been sitting in. "Rae, where are your shoes?" She scowled down toward her feet. "I don't know." The floor was littered with the shards of broken glass and dishes. Only a miracle could have kept her bare feet from being shredded already. I quickly scooped her up off the floor. She shoved both her hands between her legs. "Did you mean to show your sister's kitty cat to the world?" she whispered gruffly into my ear, then giggled.

When Yvonne saw the shoes strewn all over the floor, she did not look as surprised as one should be. Instead, she appeared calm, as if she had been relieved of a burden. Then, she squatted down and began collecting the shoes. “Don’t be scared. You don’t need to, for now. This is just the beginning. Go back to your room to rest. We can talk tomorrow,” Yvonne said while putting the shoes away. “Can’t you tell me now?”

Missy orders her, producing a tan colored shoe box from somewhere behind her. Ellie opens the shoe box, and quickly slips on the new shoes. Her heart again begins to thump wildly in her chest as Ellie sees the shoes match her overall look quite perfectly; that is they are quite slutty looking. Ellie now is wearing a pair of 6 inch spike black heel highs adorned with rows of small metallic studs. "Is he here?" She asks standing in front of her stepmother, but despite the fact she is now wearing slutty six inch heels, which should help her feel tall, instead Ellie only feels very small and vulnerable in the silent darkness of the living room.

My eyes drifted to her ankles, it seemed red, almost swollen. Dropping one knee to the floor, I reached for her shoes. My fingers worked on the buckles, then I carefully unfastened them, peeling the heels from her legs. She let out a sigh of relief. “I wonder when you grew so empathetic. You know, putting yourself in one's shoes,” She teased. “I don't know anything about that and I don't give a fuck about them.” “Fuck you. You know I'm not talking about shoes!” Her bag attacked me, hitting my head.

She told Kim. "Of course, I am." Kim grinned, already moving to the wardrobe to hunt for shoes. She eyed the dozens of shoes, all sporting designer labels, and shook her head in bewilderment. "I still don't understand how you could manage to cram in this amount of shoes for one trip, yet manage to forget to add in one decent dress for emergencies like these." Erin giggled, abashed. "You know shoes are my weakness." Shoes never disappointed her the way clothes did. Shoes didn't care whether she were a plus size, or a size zero; whether she was cursed with an apple shaped body, or boobs that gained weight every time she so much as breathed in the same room as a box of chocolates.

The shoes represented where she’d been and where she was going. In fact, her fixation with the shoes had spawned a sort of obsession in Ava. During her time at the club, Ava was meticulously frugal, for the most part. While she didn’t spend a lot on makeup or clothes like the other court members, she did splurge on shoes. She’d built up quite the little collection of discount sneakers and luxury heels; each pair signifying another step away from bondage. All neatly tucked away underneath her bed.