Slave Footstool Novels & Stories

To get them to start; Simone and Tiffany ordered special shoes made with a wedged heel. They have a cuff around the top. The footholds in the suits are designed the same way to help support the wearers ankles to stop them from twisting or spraining their ankle if they fall. Each shoe gives the occupant the slant they need to be able to walk in the bodysuit and the height to get them to the required height they want. “I have a pair of shoes you will have to practice in. Master these, we can go to the next step. I need to know your shoe size and is there a particular height you want to be?” Simone asks, standing up from her desk.

I'm your queen tonight, not a Sweetheart, or a Sweetie. He kneels on one leg and waits until I put my bare foot on his thigh before taking one of the heels, helping me wear it. I feel victorious since this pants he's wearing, the same one I felt on my cheek an hour ago to test how smooth the texture is, is now becoming my foot stool. Take that, my foot stool is made of pricy satin, in a form of a rich, handsome man. Don’t think anyone can top that up; a queen deserves what a queen deserves.

The maids were called in at once. They brought a new tray of full champagne flutes and, under Leon’s mother’s direction, rearranged the practice path. Pieces of broken glass scattered over the polished floor, glittering under the window light like hundreds of sharp blades. Then they handed me a pair of high heels. The shoes were elegant, narrow, and far too high for training. When I put them on, I could feel at once how unstable they made me. My weight shifted wrong. My calves tensed. And the tray they set in my hands felt too light and too precarious at the same time.

"What about these?" She held up a pair of slippers — not like Elowen's fuzzy cat ones, but simple slides. No back, just a soft top part that went over the toes. I took them. Slipped one on. My heel was free. My toes were covered but not trapped. Soft. "For inside?" Elowen asked. "For inside," I agreed. These I could tolerate. For her. "Baby steps," Rowan grinned. "Literally. Now let's get back to the cabin."