Slave Footstool Novels & Stories

“Yeah.” He kneels before me, his movements calm. “Let me help with those,” he murmurs, taking one of the flat shoes that I’ll be wearing. I usually wear heels but not today. He slips the shoe onto my foot with gentle care while I sit on the bed. I feel like a little girl again, being taken care of by my father. He repeats the action for the other foot, then stands, retrieving a sleek black walking stick from the corner. “Here,” He extends it towards me. My leg is still healing and the pain is there, so I can’t walk without good support. That’s why the walking stick.

Finding the other ingredients was frustrating enough and now she had to deal with her height being an obstacle for her to reach the rest of them. Letting out a frustrated sigh she looked around for something to boost her height. A stool was what she had in mind. Across the counter were several bar stools that were neatly arranged. She picked one and placed it on the floor directly below the cabinet. Taking off the sandles she had on her feet, she carefully placed one foot on the stool then the other. When she found the stool stable enough under her weight she stretched her hand and picked out whatever she needed from the cabinet.

Those looked quite real to him. Toby got Phelton to take off his shoe and make a footprint right next to one of the fake ones before he lowered himself into a squatting position and began explaining, “If you looked here, Xandar, you’d see that the fake one went too deep at the second and and third toe while leaving the first, fourth and fifth toe print in unequal depth. It isn’t possible to assert one’s weight only on two toes when one is walking, much less when one is running. That’s the problem with this print. That one,”

Chloe nodded, “You go ahead. I will be there soon.” I walked a couple stores down and found a different shoe store that had a lot of platform shoes. I walked in and immediately found my boots! They added over six inches in height, so I could reach my mate a lot easier, without looking like a spider-monkey climbing all over him. I tried them on, then tried walking in them. Goodness! I sure wish I had a day to practice wearing these away from my mate. Right now, I look like a newborn calf. When mom and Chloe walked in, mom laughed when she watched me walking. She suggested, “Sweetie, just act like you’re walking on the ground. It’s just higher up. That’s all.”

It wouldn’t be safe to use it for dancing. “Why are there a lot of people buying silver shoes all day?” The cashier said to her coworker. “I know.. I kept restocking..” “Excuse me, do you still have silver shoes with heels 1.5” to 3”?” “Ack.. I’m sorry. But we don’t have any of those left. The ones we have left are more than 3”.” Dawn hung her head low. “Okay.. Thanks anyway..” “Let’s go try the other stores.” He told her.

Grace stood and watched Reyna rummage, looking for a pair of shoes. “FOUND IT”, Reyna yelled as she held up a pair of Grey Satin Peep Toe heels, it had a diamante encrusted ring on the toe of the shoe. She hoped it would fit Grace. “Try it and see if it fits?” Grace’s feet were a bit chubby so she was hoping it wouldn’t be too tight on her foot. Grace said a small prayer to the Gods and slipped her foot in the shoe. Her foot fitted in it, but it was hurting a bit around her toe.

“I think he likes them too. They’d be a good contrast. And a hint of your personality too.” She puts the pairs she’d found back then grabs the boots. They’re knee-high and made from lace with a ribbon on the outside of the leg, the inside has a zip. The shoes at the bottom are a more traditional pointed toe heeled shoe with a wide block heel that offers a bit more stability than a stiletto. The heels are three and a half inches tall. Her feet would be uncomfortable, but she’d manage for Kai’s reaction to the idea of her in them.

Melody had tried to teach me how to walk in stilettos, and I would have fallen so many times if Xander hadn't been there to catch me. Victor: I have a style that might suit Your Highness. It's what we call a wedge heel. It's comfortable and practical, but it makes the young lady feel like she's wearing high heels… Alexander looked at me thoughtfully. Alexander: Bring a size 6 to try on, but also some comfort shoes. My Luna isn't used to heels… Victor: Oh! I understand… I have some lovely ballet flats that our Luna might like. I was completely lost. How many different kinds of shoes were there? And yet, we only had two feet! Alexander chuckled and kissed me on the forehead.

Did Manuel really put all of his assets on her? "Ms. Hammond, for your feet, we have prepared a pair of silver high heels with red soles, which symbolize good luck. Because Mr. Castro specifically reminded us that your foot injury has not yet healed, the heels are only 6 centimeters high, with a 2-centimeter waterproof platform in the front, so it will not have any impact on your foot injury." The woman explained to Britney one by one. Britney felt warm in her heart. Being cared for all the time, her heart felt warm.

he whispered, pointing to the stool. He knelt on the floor and picked up a pair of strappy heels. He lifted my foot, sliding the shoe on and bucking the strap around my ankle. His thumb grazed my skin lightly, lingering there much longer than he needed to. I felt a shiver run down my spine that made my toes curl.