Tiptoe Table Legs Novels & Stories

My pencil skirt was already riding up my thighs under the long tablecloth, and I felt a familiar throb between my legs. Mark slipped off his loafer under the table. I knew what was coming the second his bare foot slid up my calf. My breath caught as his big toe traced higher, nudging my skirt until it bunched around my hips. The slim black thong I’d worn was already damp. He pressed his toe firmly against the thin fabric, rubbing slow, perfect circles right over my swollen clit. Oh god…

"Ah! It hurts so much! What did I do to deserve this?" Her legs crashed onto a glass table. The shards pierced her skin as blood sprayed in all directions. She screamed for help, "It hurts so bad. Didn't you agree to have her legs cut off just to keep her shorter than me? I was only repeating what you said… In the movie theater, you were the ones calling her a cripple, a limper..." With a brutal kick, she was sent flying, landing on the staircase. Blood streamed from her head, teeth scattered like pearls on the floor.

I was hoping that would change soon. She leads me into a room where there is one long table that fills most of the length of one of the biggest rooms I have ever seen before, it must fit at least a hundered people on it and it was a beautiful wooden table that had suttle wolves etched into the wooden legs, the chairs matched it perfectly with red cushions placed on them. A huge chandelier was hanging above the middle of the table. No one else was sat at the table and I was slightly dissapointed that Sawyer wasn't here. Chloe must have noticed that I wasn't too happy as she says

I kneel opposite her and place the tabletop down. Mr Thomson walks towards the class doorway. ‘I will be back in thirty minutes. I expect the table to be fixed.’ ‘Yeah, yeah,’ I say, waving him off. Nina clears her throat. ‘Take the legs off the broken table. Then we can nail them into the new tabletop.’ Without saying a word, I take hold of the legs and go to pull it off, but Nina interrupts me, tapping me on the shoulder with a screwdriver. ‘Just unscrew them like a normal person. Otherwise, you will either bend the legs or break them like you did the table,’

It’s a good thing I’m well versed in building, so I made a two-level shoe cubicle that is motorized to move like a Ferris wheel in the sense that instead of only holding a dozen pairs of shoes, it can hold two dozen. The fancy shoe storage wasn’t the only new thing I’ve built. I’ve completed the furniture for the dining room. I made an oblong table out of flame mahogany that can extend to seat ten. The two leaves can be added or removed to suit the occasion by a unique winding mechanism. The table is raised on turned and fluted tapering legs that terminate in brass cap castors, making it easy to move when required. I was proud of the design for this one.

I would not be ducking my head and smiling at the regulars as I crossed the shop floor, pushing aside memories of sharp teeth and cold, inhuman eyes. I stilled when I reached the counter. Long legs were crossed, perfectly poised and positioned on the barstool. And, capping those legs were pointed feet, tucked into a pair of Louboutins.

I shifted away from her before standing up, taking off my black boots full of melted snow and dropping them on the tiled floor, pushing the shoes far towards the edge of my room. Daisie stared at the living room, she darted her gaze as she has never seen a house this wide and well furnished, even though she hasn't practised using her nose well, she could recognise the smell of little wealth, her eyes fell on the dinner table, a wooden table. At least she hadn't gotten such a table as solid as it appeared to be from the distance she saw it.

Chapter 62 I Spy With My Little Eye (Edited & reviewed 12.25.23) *Ana* “Your Majesties,” I speak clearly, giving a respectful curtsy to the table. Midbow, I twirl my toes to find something peculiar. My feet were cold before, but now they are freezing. Odd? I can’t help but think maybe something is wrong with the shoes. Is there a hole? There shouldn’t be. The shoes should be new. Perhaps the socks are too thin?

It was smaller than it had felt horizontally. I looked at the door and looked at the floor. Then I looked at my legs, which were going to have to work, but I was not certain they were going to do that. And I looked at the distance between the table and the door and it was not far. Finally, I swung my legs over the side of the table.

I set up the table that I would use. The table was like that at a hospital to deliver babies. the bottom would fall away and the legs being strapped in would be able to be split apart. The fun part of this table was that with a flick of a button I could have her standing up or if she was laying down on her stomach I could have her bent over. I decided for this session, because I would want her back. I would start her on her back.