Slave Footstool Novels & Stories

My shoe size was only seven, and his slippers were about sized eleven. As I gazed around the whole area, I could say that his condo unit was so simple. It was too manly because it only consists of plain black and white patterns—with not much of an interior design. The large white sofa with a glass table was located at the center, and from the back of it was the black curved staircase that would take you to the second-floor level. The crystal chandelier modernized with a fan was breathtaking to look at as well.

But being tipsy and the closet being dark, I trip over something and hit the floor with a thud. “Ah, damnit!” I cry out and thank the Vega’s for installing carpets in the walk-ins before I limp to the light switch, my eyes falling on the guilty pair of shoes that tripped me. Growling, I feel a wave of anger course through me at the sight of my wedding Louboutin platforms. Picking them up by the heels, I am about to chuck them in the trash when something at the bottom of one of the heels catches my eye. I frown and walk over to the plush seat in the middle, looking down at the obvious cut into the red bottoms.

(you girls will know what I mean) I sat down on the chair and pulled on a pair of socks that Sarah selected for me. When I slipped my feet into the boots, they seemed to add twenty pounds to my weight. Sarah had called them safety boots and said the toe was re-enforced but not the old-fashioned steel toed boots of old. She told me they would protect my feet in case a horse stepped on me.

We left the three shoe stores with four pairs of boots, so not quite the one for each day of the week like Jake had suggested, but I could work on that… seeing Lilah’s face light up at something as simple as boots melted my heart… though if them boots stood on my feet my heart would not me melting, I would be cursing! They were big and chunky and far from lady like, but she loved them, they made her happy so it made me happy. There were a brown pair with thick chunky soles, which reached up to her knees, buckles up her calves. The other three pairs were black with similar variations in chunky soles - all that I knew was if it stood on your toe it would likely crush it….one pair was an ankle

This pair of shoes could make the wearer's legs look long and slender. However, this was precisely the heartache of the rich girl Betty, who was not even 1.6 meters tall but had size 41 feet, which made her extremely self-conscious. Before the shoemaker retired, Betty begged her father Mr. John to make four pairs of shoes for her, claiming that these were the last creations of the shoemaker.

I said with a firm shake of my head. Ava held out the heels “These have a 4” block heel and will make it easier for you to walk. The insole is cushioned so it won’t be painful like the other one you tried on in the past.” She pushed them towards me and shook them, “At least try them on.”

Kit gladly accepted his arm, wondering how in the world she would ever make it through a ball when she could hardly even walk. Once they rounded the corner, Galter paused and produced a pair of satin silver slippers. “Your ladies thought these might also match your gown.” “Oh, Galter! You’re a lifesaver!” Kit exclaimed, though she was careful not to be too loud for fear her mother would show up again. She carefully worked her throbbing feet out of the heels and gratefully let him help her into the slippers. Though her feet still ached, it was much better, and she was able to put her full weight down with each step without wincing.

I could feel the weight of her advice sinking in as she continued, "Attention to detail is vital, and you must always prepare yourself for anything that may arise. Remember, you serve the King, and it's essential to be ready to assist him in any way possible." I bent down, fastening my sandals—I was finally given those now that I would be working around the palace mainly and I made sure they were tied tightly. Her words echoed in my mind as I tightened the straps of my sandals. I focused on the feeling of the leather against my skin, the smell of the polish, the way it hugged my feet snugly. These were no ordinary sandals - they were a symbol of my new role and I was determined to wear them

’ She thought to herself as she pranced across the room to the walk in closet. “Holy crap! Val, you have a serious problem.” Stacy was referring to the five shelves of shoes ranging from flat bottomed dolly shoes to thigh high dagger heals, she grabbed a pair of denim shorts which turned into hot pants on Stacy, she had a bigger backside than her Alpha female and more of a curvaceous body too, the vest top barely reached her naval, but the look worked, she threw on her combat boots and flicked her hair back.

He slid her high heel off. Leaning forward he did the same with her other shoe. She was stiff with apprehension, but she didn't try to back away from his firm touch. He placed her barefoot on the floor, watching as her toes curled into the soft carpet. Her tiny toenails were painted bright pink. He wanted to lick her toes and feel them curl against his tongue the way they did in the carpet.