Hello you naughty girls and boys!
He's kissed her feet, licked her feet, sucked on her toes and soles, and he's even done it all when they were dripping with sweat. What could possibly be next? A reward? Tom has a surprising lesson to finish his first day of class.
All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.
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Eventually Tom worked through his show of will. His energy and anger subsided, but he wasn't going to quit before she told him to; it was an act of defiance even as he sucked on her sweaty feet. He felt as if she may have guessed his intentions but she didn't tell him to stop. She watched him occasionally and had a look suggesting she was more than willing to test his resolve.
And so he continued licking her feet long past any traces of sweat still clung to them. He made a point of sucking her toes and working his tongue forcefully between them. He felt like he had been strapped to the footstool for an hour or more but he couldn't be sure. He was prepared to hold out for hours more if that's what it took. But then she finally gave in and told him to stop.
"Not bad Tom. Very thorough. Though we may still need to work on your finesse. Still you have proven yourself capable and I'm glad to see you have the strength to see this through."
She was still taunting him but he had made his point. He could see this through all right. He had the strength as well as the determination. These women weren't going to stop him. He'd jump through their hoops and he'd get his money.
Ms. Rodriguez pulled her feet down from the footstool and got up from her chair. She moved around behind Tom and he came to the conclusion she was removing the bindings on his legs. Soon he had a little more freedom and he was eager to be off the footstool and sitting in a chair or even standing.
She even pulled and shook his legs in turn as if trying to bring some life back into them. But then he felt her removing his shoes. What was that about? When his socks followed he became more curious; and concerned.
"What are you doing?"
"Relax Tom. You've done well. I think you may have even earned a treat."
Tom had no idea what she was on about. Ms. Rodriguez had become quite the puzzle and he was nowhere close to a solution. Why the change? And what could she have in mind for a 'treat'?
"Thanks, but I don't need you to lick my feet."
She let out a sudden laugh and paused what she was doing. It took a moment for her to regain her composure.
"No Tom, that's not going to happen. Ladies' feet are meant to be kissed; not men's."
She continued on but more to herself than to him.
"Such a silly boy. So much to learn."
So clearly that wasn't her intention. It was just a guess, but she was the one with the interest in feet. How was he to know what she was thinking or what she thought of as a reward for good behavior? She was right about one thing, there was much he had to learn; about her.
She removed the strap across his back and now he was very nearly free. Once she freed his arms he could get off this damn piece of furniture even if she didn't lower the shelf under his chin. She told him to lift his waist and he did.
Before he realized what was happening she had reached under him and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
"Hey, what gives!"
"Watch your tone Tom. Your little outbursts may earn you some punishment if you can't keep yourself in line."
But she offered no explanation for her actions, and seconds later she was tugging his jeans down his legs and removed them completely. He had never been in his underwear in front Ms. Rodriguez. However it did make him think about his short time with Ms. Wechsbotham.
She had seen him in his underwear. And she had pulled down his pants. It was before she used the paddle on him. And more than that, Ms. Wechsbotham had actually removed his underwear as well, leaving him exposed and embarrassed.
As if on cue, Ms. Rodriguez put her fingers in his waistband and quickly removed his underwear from his body. He felt his face go red. If anything this was worse than the depantsing from Ms. Wechsbotham. He was even more exposed; more vulnerable.
But that wasn't enough. He soon felt her hands on his penis and testicles. He hadn't considered being naked in front of Ms. Rodriguez, but he
never
expected her to take hold of his family jewels.
"Stop that. Let me go!"
"Really Tom, you should know better than to antagonize someone who has you by the balls. Now just relax. I'm not going to hurt you; unless you keep fussing."
So Tom tried to relax. He still didn't know what her game was. Her hand circled his scrotum and shaft and she was pushing him back down onto the stool with his junk hanging over the back edge. Then while keeping a grip, her other hand seemed to be reattaching the strap across his back. Maybe he wasn't to be free of this footstool so soon after all.
While he was trying to figure out what she had in mind his focus was drawn to something else. Her hand, and perhaps more importantly her fingers, were still on his privates. And his body was reacting to her touch.
This was also embarrassing but he knew he was growing against her hands. She would surely notice, but then she had to know this would happen. Did she want it to happen?
As blood filled his member there was a slight discomfort as his dick was pulled back so far. He would have preferred to have it under his belly and pointing 'upward' as was more natural. Then he could have really gotten a satisfying erection. Still it wasn't going away and he could feel it pressing against the stool with more and more force as more blood surged into it.
Her hands came away from him entirely but he was still pulsing against the stool. He didn't know why she had done it or what her plans were but now that he had a growing erection he didn't want to lose the feeling. He focused on his dick and had thoughts of humping the stool as he felt her reattach the bindings to his legs.
Then he heard a clicking sound. When she began to spin the stool around with him still attached to it, he guessed she had somehow unlocked rollers in the stool's feet. This was turning out to me more than just a simple footstool. Certainly it was much more than he would have guessed when he was first told to lay down on top of it.
His legs sort of dragged behind the movement, but he was sure it would have been easy to have them bound so that he couldn't stop the stool's motion. She could have spun him dizzy if she wanted too. Thankfully that wasn't her intention.
She spun him around 180 degrees and he heard the clicking again and knew the stool was once again fixed in its position. He was looking into the room, his shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear in a pile on the floor not far away.
He heard Ms. Rodriguez behind him. She was moving a bit, maybe adjusting pillows for comfort or something as she sat back down in the chair. Well he wasn't going to be getting up from the stool. Now he couldn't see her but his bare backside was on full display. And if that wasn't enough his erection was still pressing forward; wanting more attention. Just what did she have in mind?
