Slave Footstool Novels & Stories

A footwear with the most absurd name of booty hugged her small feet. Sophia was relaxed in a crimson dress. It wrapped around her and exposed her sides with nothing but mesh. If she moved a certain way, all would be advertised to the world. The stilettos were black and higher than ours. It was a miracle she could walk with ease. It took me lengths of time to walk in mine. Even now, if I didn’t mind, I would fall flat on my face.

He crashed into the shoe cabinet behind him. "Some penniless nobody like you dares step foot in Mr. Carlson's mansion? Look at how poor you are. Do you think you're worthy of being his father-in-law?" Jennifer sneered, her voice full of contempt. My father-in-law groaned in pain, the color draining from his face. I rushed to his side and frantically called out to the household staff for help.

I stopped him and said "Taylor, what are you doing? This is too much. I will do it myself. If you want to help then go and bring the cold compress to help me with my hurting feet." He quickly left the room and after sometime he came with it and till the time I was massaging my feet. The cold compress actually helped a lot me with my pain and it was so relieving. And when my feet were okay K went to the kitchen in my flip flops and told Taylor to wait for me in my room to get juice for him. I have decided that after today I will never wear heels no matter what.

Stacy said "Fine," I replied, knowing she wasn't going to let the subject go. "Great," Stacy said, handing me a pair of red high-heeled shoes. "Put these on." I looked at Stacy like she was crazy. "Girl, you must want me to break my neck. I was not made to wear high heels, and you know that," I said, and Stacy looked at me. "Yeah, you are right. These will do more harm than good for you." **********************************

Lily asked softly. What?! Ashton was taken aback. His first instinct was to look below. Sure enough, Lily was wearing a pair of noble and elegant high heels. It was none other than The Worship of Crystal! His mouth opened wide after glancing at those heels! That pair of The Worship of Crystal was on a whole other level compared to the high-grade imitation worth 300,000! Ashton might be a man, but he knew that those shoes were genuine! They looked particularly elegant and complemented a noble look on any woman who wore them.

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?”

The aroma of new leather permeated the atmosphere as he strolled by lines of heels and boots, looking for something that felt suitable. He recalled earlier at the café, thinking about how red and sore Kayla’s feet appeared in those old shoes she constantly wore. He felt a slight tightening in his jaw at the recollection. She merited more—something cozy and functional, yet still fashionable enough to fit her. His gaze fell upon a pair of silver ballet flats placed on a lower shelf. They were straightforward yet refined, featuring a subtle shine that reflected the light without being overly ostentatious. Excellent. He gathered them, sliding his thumb across the smooth material. They appeared c

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

I asked fearfully. There was no response. Even so, my gaze was drawn to the two dirty glasses by the bar near the fire. I approached and picked up one of them. It was half empty, its rim stained with a woman’s red lipstick. Then I looked down at the floor. A few feet ahead of me past the rug, lay a woman’s shoe. It was a stiletto, with a very high, thin heel. Its sole was red, and the rest of the shoe was black. I followed the trail it left and found the other shoe a bit further away, near a man’s crumpled jacket on the floor.

Mich yelled. I ignored him and didn't come out till the next three minutes. He had a scowl on his face, but the moment he saw me, it dissolved into an expression I couldn't read. Then he turned to Sammy and his quiet colleague. “Give her the heels. Has it arrived?" Sammy's colleague got up and produced a pack of shoes from a high shelf. Oh my. The design was damn unique. A black six-inch heel, its strap made of two rows of three large, fancy glittering stones, flexibly connected.