Slave Footstool Novels & Stories

I tried to yank my foot away, but he was already holding my ankle. “Stop complaining, Allison,” he scolded me. He gently placed the slipper on my foot. It fit perfectly. He took my other foot and slipped on the other slipper. The wedge flip-flop was made of soft rubber, with an ambigram logo of two T’s on the center of the straps. It was comfortable and my feet looked very nice on them.

I соugh аt the раіn сhоkіng mу hеаd, аnd trу tо stop thе rеtсhіng іn my mouth аnd mу jеrkіng аrоund on the flооr. Thе bottom оf thе реrѕоn’ѕ boots іѕ close nоw. It’s jеt blасk ѕtіlеttоѕ thаt соuld оnlу bеlоng to оnе person.

That brought an involuntary moan from me, which in turn got a giggle of pure pleasure from her. "Oh! You are right... I forgot one more thrill," she said. "That stool, kick it over here, between my legs." She pointed to a stool that was too tall for a footstool but too short to sit on. Between her legs was also between my legs, it slid under my balls with very little space to clear. I figured it was for resting her foot on when she shaved her legs. Either that or to stand on when she changed the light bulbs. It was sturdy varnished waterproofed wood, new and very compact.

I whisper, my fingers trembling on the fabric. Sophie gasps, snatching it to drape over me. “Leah! This is… wow. The back? Insane. And it’s so soft. He’s got taste.” I’m still frozen when she dives into the next bag. Outcome the shoes are sleek black patent leather strappy sandals with delicate crisscross ankle straps and a sharp pointed toe. The heel is a wicked four inches, thin and high, promising endless legs and careful steps. Sophie slips one onto my foot right there on the couch; it fits like a glove.

"My mother just changed the sheets and you dirty them with your shoes. Leora chuckled and pulled out the bag containing her books. "Tsk! Your mother should be grateful that this bed sheet was stepped on by these shoes designed by Miguel Nandi. These shoes are limited edition and the price is more than your three months' salary. Hasn't your mother always liked expensive shoes?" I looked at Leora leaving carrying the bag nonchalantly and leaving the room. Jayden, who was sitting on the sofa, accompanied by Lizzy and my mother, stood up to welcome Leora.

—D Heat stained her cheeks again and she pressed the back of a hand to her skin to cool it. Gosh, he was always making her blush, wasn’t he? She pulled the lid off the box . . . and gasped at the shoes inside. Silver platform peep-toe pumps with a nearly eight -inch heel. They were studded with tiny crystals all over the shoe leather, and glittered like Cinderella’s glass slipper. She picked one up wonderingly. It was enormously tall. She’d be a giant. They were garish and impractical and sky-high.

He was standing by his walk-in closet now, leaning against the door, watching me. "No. Sorry." "Hang on." He disappeared into the closet. " "Yep, here it is. Fell off the shelf. It's on the top rack. My back... I can't reach it. There's a stool in the corner." I fetched the small wooden stool and carried it into the closet. It was a big, organized space, smelling faintly of cedar and his cologne. The shoe was indeed on a high shelf. I stepped onto the stool, my dress hem brushing my thighs. On my tiptoes, I could just brush the shoe with my fingertips.

“You and your sense of humour.” “I know. Anyway, it would’ve depended on how the size was wrong. If it was too big, I would’ve gotten a tailor but if it was too small, I would’ve simply gotten you another one. Can you handle two and a half inches?” He showed her a pair of glittery silver block heels that had teardrop crystals, which were arranged the same way as the leaves on a laurel wreath, across the ankle and toe straps. “I can handle them.” “Alright. You’ll put them on downstairs. I can’t have you tripping on the stairs.” He took her downstairs.

I stuttered, my finger tips hesitant to touch the stone encrusted shoe I was staring at. My eyes were hooked on it, words unable to formulate. I picked up one leg like I was holding a crate of eggs. “Holy shit.” I whispered. “Am I suppose to…how can he…” The covered toe heels had silver crystals all over it with a large clear crystal at the top like a brouch. “Jimmy choo?” I looked at the brand. “Oh there's no way.” I looked into the box and realized there was a matching crystal encrusted clutch as well.

They instructed, umupo naman ang mga lalaki sa gilid namin at gumitna kaming mga girls. Umalis si Prof Fie, "Come here, girls." Sumunod kami roon at nakakita ng sandamakmak na libro at heels. Jeez, ito na yata 'yung part na nakikita ko sa mga movies na kailangan ng libro for proper walking. "Kumuha kayo ng isa." I picked one book, "Kunin niyo ang heels na sakto sa size ng paa ninyo." Nag-try ako ng iba't ibang heels, tapos sumakto sa akin 'yung isang silver heels na siguro 2 inches tall lang tapos may strap then walked back sa pwesto namin kanina.