1. The Girl Living on the Floor Above


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Foot or shoe fetish, Sado-Masochism, Author: Heel778, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    trying to help you.” She just hummed, but didn’t stop me as I took off her sock. Despite my caution, even the gentlest touch seemed to be causing her pain. Her anklebones were barely visible under the swelling, and there was a big, crescent-shaped bruise on the side of her foot. “Do you have any bandages here?” I asked. “No.” “I will be back in a minute,” I said, and hurried back to my apartment. “I don’t think I need anything from you,” I heard her saying. When I returned with the bandages, she looked at me and sighed with resignation. I kneeled and started wrapping her ankle. Her foot was small, almost childlike, with nice, dainty toes. “Have you ever done that before?” she asked. “No.” I applied the bandage, making sure it wasn’t too tight. “How does it feel?” I asked. Jessica curled up her toes, hesitated for a second, then said,” It’s fine”. Then, I brought all the ice from the fridge and put it on her ankle. She winced and smiled. “Do you feel better now?” “Yes, thank you. You better get some sleep. I think I can manage by myself” “Are you sure?” “Yep.” I helped her prop her ankle on a pillow, then went to the front door. “Call me if you need something,” I said, and left. *** I could not bring myself to sleep. Every time I came close to dozing off, her face appeared before me. Distorted by pain, but still beautiful. I imagined her tiny figure huddled in her bed, her eyes wet with tears. Something thumped upstairs and I jumped up in bed. It was 4:00 a.m. While I was ...
    putting my clothes on, I tried to figure out why I was so upset. Nothing really important had happened. I knocked on the door before entering. Jessica was in her bed, lying motionless. I hesitated for a moment, then whispered,” Are you awake?” “No, I am sleeping,” she whispered, imitating me. “I heard something falling and…” “The remote control slipped from my hand. Sorry for disturbing you.” “How is your ankle?” “The swelling is getting worse.” “I will take you to the hospital,” I said. “Don’t worry, I will be fine.” “Get dressed!” I said firmly. “Will you bring me my clogs, please? In the wardrobe. Actually, I need only the right one.” When I brought the shoe, she was wiggling into her skirt, trying not to move her ankle too much. Her face was reddened from exertion, or maybe pain. “Do you need a hand?” “I need an ankle,” she said, gasping.” A minute later, I helped her stand up, then wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her firmly. “Are you ready?” I asked. She suddenly went limp in my hands, her head dropping to one side. Her eyelids fluttered helplessly and I gripped her tighter. “Jessica!” I cried out. She blinked with surprise, then managed to steady herself. “I am a bit dizzy,” she said weakly. I lifted her up and carried her to the front door. In my hurry, I didn’t notice the cat. I almost got tripped up so I had to kick it aside. “You are driving me mad, Sophie,” Jessica said to the cat, then slipped her hand under my shirt, her cool fingers rubbing my chest gently. ...
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