Novel & Cerita Foot Slave Stories

Jeff frowned, "What do you mean?" “I have an old grandmother in a nursing home, she can't walk and has to be in a wheelchair. She lives with us in our family home and I spend a lot of my time caring for her." Frances leaned forward, “From my experience, shoes or sandals that are worn by people who are paralyzed usually have their soles as good as new, because they have never been worn. But ... you know I often visit Vasha's place, and she wears her house slippers inside ... I carried her several times and helped her move. And I could see, the sole of the sandals is not like new anymore and is a little worn ... like often used for walking."

Gianna's POV "Ouch, damn it!" I decided to take refuge on the stairwell landing, the throbbing in my foot finally becoming unbearable. I slipped off my sandals, revealing the sorry state of my little toe on my right foot, swollen and angry-looking. The sandals themselves were starting to rub, adding insult to injury. And to top it off, I didn't even have a band-aid in my bag. What a way to start the morning. And of course, it was pouring outside. Just perfect! I unfurled my umbrella and pushed myself to my feet, but the combination of wet shoes and slick stairs proved disastrous; my feet went out from under me, and I lost my balance.

I called, stomping my foot in frustration. She didn’t even look back; instead, I felt a sharp pain shoot through the sole of my feet. “Ouch—” I shrieked, glancing down, only then noticing the blood pooling beneath my feet. My flip-flops had slipped off when she shoved me, and I had stepped straight onto the broken glass. The sting dulled quickly, numbness creeping in where pain should have been. But even that barely registered. I was still reeling from what had just happened.

The hole in the right one let in cold air every time I stepped into a puddle. By the time I finished cleaning the first floor, my feet were killing me. I was mopping the main hallway when it happened. I stepped backward to rinse my mop, and the sole of my left boot finally gave up completely. It separated from the upper part with a wet tearing sound, leaving me standing in a puddle with my sock exposed. "Perfect," I said to the empty hallway. I tried to keep working, but walking with one boot that was basically falling off my foot was impossible. The sole flapped with every step, and water seeped through immediately.

I tried to push away the thoughts of our complicated situation and focus on the dance. But just as we started moving, I felt a sudden pain in my foot. I looked down to see that my heel had broken, causing me to stumble. Reuben immediately let go of me and rushed to my side, his concern evident on his face. "Are you alright, Naomi?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry. I winced, trying to hide the pain. "I'm fine," I muttered, trying to regain my composure. Reuben didn't seem satisfied with my response. He bent down and gently lifted my broken heel, examining it closely. "We need to get you a new pair of shoes," he said, his voice firm.

I tried to convince myself. I couldn’t bring myself to wear my sandals so I wore one of the other socks that I’d brought. It was from the Toy Story franchise and it was bright yellow. I put on the flip-flops I found in the room. Sadly, my feet were too small for it. The flip-flops were twice my feet length. I hadn’t brought any other shoes except the sandals. I ditched the flipflops and decided to walk in my socks then. However, the floors were cold. I ignored it and walked out of the room.