Slave Footstool Novels & Stories

He smiled bitterly thinking that he cleaned his sweat too soon. There was a small gust of wind, and a beautiful foot appeared before Ivor’s eyes. The foot had on no shoes or even a slipper. It remained a few centimeters off the ground, not touching the earth below it as though it was not worthy enough to carry the owner of the foot. And one could see why. For the foot was as beautiful as the most glamorous of pearls and was sculpted with such care that it looked like a masterpiece on its own. It was almost – almost, yet not certain – as if the Creator had utilized all his skill on this one foot, and settled for mediocre ones after completion because he felt that there was no way he could exc

He then turned to look at Levy and questioned, “Does your feet hurt a lot?” “It’s nothing,” Levy sighed with a shake of her head. “I am not used to such pointed heels and long hours that's all. In the prison we used to stay barefoot, sometimes the simplest shoes were given to us because our patrons did not want us to burn or stab our feet on something and make them lose their money. However, I have never worn heels…and that too for a day.”

Groceries. These new boots probably cost two hundred dollars. Maybe more. I shoved them back into my locker and slammed the door shut. I didn't need Kade Kingston's charity. I'd been taking care of myself long before he decided I was his latest project. But as I walked through the school in my falling-apart boots, each step reminded me of what I'd refused. The tape on the left sole made a weird squelching sound on the polished floors. The hole in the right one let in cold air every time I stepped into a puddle.

“Thank God you are here, I was starting to think I would have to suffer all night” “I will always be there to save you” he chuckled as he removed the shoes for me. “How about I have a look and see what I can find” “Yes please” I told him while rubbing my feet that were already sore after only a few seconds in them. I hate to think about how sore my feet would be if I spent the whole night in them. Jack walked into the wardrobe and came out carrying a pair of silver ballet flats. “These will suit the dress without Charlotte risking hurting herself”

"What kind of creature are we talking about?" "It's a fascinating creature with peculiar big and wide feet of seven toes I have the precise measurements right here. Would you be willing to manufacture these special sizes for me?" Henry explained, “I have the pictures with me,” he said. After a brief pause, the representative replied, "We have never done anything like this before, but we are willing to give it a try. How many pieces of shoes and slippers would you like to order?" Henry thought for a moment before responding, "I think around hundred pairs of shoes and one fifty pairs of slippers should be sufficient." Henry explained,

Jayden said to Chelsey. "Hey," she replied not sparing him a glance. "This shoe is destroyed, wear this," Chelsey muttered, bringing out flip-flops from her bag. "Thanks, Chelsey; you brought two footwear to school?" Stacey smiled. " Yeah, see, it's gonna be useful to you." Chelsey grinned. "It's not my size, it's way too big." Stacey chuckled. "I know you have little feet, but you can manage it, Stacey. We'll talk later." Chelsey mumbled before walking away.

Predictably, of course. "You got me these stilettos as a punishment didn't you?" I teased, referring to how long I had to walk in a pair of six-inch heels. "I'm sorry, Arena. It was between the Loubitin's or a pair of Crocs, and I just figured you'd appreciate the craftsmanship over comfort," he chuckled before continuing. "But, if my princess is in pain, allow me to fix that." Out of nowhere, I felt the ground beneath me fade away as my legs were swung into the air. He literally swept me off my feet!

He looks up at Gage. “Did you make the hinge?” he says. “For the roof.” “I did.” Leo nods. Looks back at the house. He understands something now that he didn’t understand before. His face settles into a different kind of attention. “There are tiny shoes,” Mia says. Her voice has dropped to a register Melody has never heard from her. Wonder, almost solemn. She is pointing at the bedroom where beside the canopy bed two small shoes no bigger than pumpkin seeds sit in a pair. They appear to be made of silver wire bent into shape.

His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned forward. Vera's expensive black heels gleamed under the light. The spilled coffee had stained the tip of her right shoe. The design was unmistakable—custom leather, with a red sole that screamed luxury and cruelty at once. Lucien closed his eyes and pressed his tongue against the surface of the shoe. The taste was bitter, and his pride shattered with each second that passed. He could hear a soft gasp from a maid behind him. Someone shifted uncomfortably, but no one dared step forward.

He held his left leg with both hands and jumped up and down on the ground. Li Meiyu said, "What's wrong with you?" Zhi Fubao's face relaxed a little. He pointed to a girl in an exposed sling dress in front of him and said, "She stepped on my foot." They all looked at the girl's feet. She wore a pair of red high heels, which were as high as Li Meiyu's. They were more than ten centimeters high. Looking at the tall and thin high heels which were like nails, they all felt sorry for Zhi Fubao.