*Contains CNC, Foot fetish and blackmail,
Another day at Uni, another day of boredom. Or so I thought. Well, let me tell you my story. My name is Dave, I'm a pretty average guy in most ways and I don't really stand out. Girls don't pay attention to me and neither do most people my class. Anyway, enough about me. University is the most tedious part of my day. I find myself going through the motions day by day. There is one thing that makes me excited to attend though, my beautiful teacher Zaahra. She is French Algerian with an accent that runs over you like a waterfall. perfect complexion and the biggest brown eyes you've ever seen. She is super stern and doesn't take anyone's shit. She comes across as pretty kooky too, she has a vibrant style and can talk for days. She almost never finishes a lecture on the actual subject. She is perfect and I can't help but stare at here every lecture.
Well today things were pretty different. She had ditched her kooky style and was dressed in the sexiest suit jacket/skirt combo you've ever seen. For the first time in 3 years she was showing off her legs. They were amazing, defined and slender. As you can imagine I have no idea what this lecture was about. I was practically drooling thinking of all the things she could do to me. She dangles her red bottomed high heels, of course her feet are perfect, everything about her is. High arches, soft and very wrinkly. Eventually, something does come through, Zaahra is saying my name. Shit, did she see? does she know? how long was she trying to get my attention?
"Yes, Sorry I was thinking about something at home." I say, trying to cover my shame.
"I need to talk privately with you after class." she demands.
I try to play it casual "yeah, whatever."
Inside I've never felt more anxious. What could she want to talk to me about? she couldn't have seen surely? I was just looking forward. "I better stop staring." I think to myself without realizing she said that to me because the lesson was over. as my classmates left I slowly moved towards the front.
"Follow me!" she says bluntly. I don't say anything and just do as I'm told. She takes me to her office. a small room with a lock on the door, that she locks as we enter.
"so, what's up?" I say nonchalantly.
"You weren't paying attention in the lecture." she responds.
"That's not a crime?" I think to myself. I pause trying to think of an excuse, I cannot let her no the real reason.
"Well, uh, I...have a lot going on at home...so I'm a little distracted. I would prefer not to share the details."
She stares blankly at me, her stern look never breaks.
"That is a lie." she says calmly.
My alarm bells immediately start ringing. I should defend myself, that would be the normal response. but I cant.
"You were looking at me." She says.
Every sentence is broken up by a short measure pause. She's in full control of the conversation. I merely sit and listen. I try my best to muster up a "no I wasn't." but nothing came out when I opened my mouth.
"You were staring at my feet!" she says.
My heart is racing, my arms are shaking. I'm frozen stiff as my eyes widen.
"Perhaps we can come to a little deal, surely you don't want anyone to know what a pervert you are."
She says slowly smiling and raising her eyebrows. She leans back on her chair, raising her legs and resting them on the desk.
"Take off my shoes!"
Is this really happening? Am I actually about to worship the most beautiful women I've ever seen? But I'm still frozen. I open my mouth to confirm before I go too far but once again no words come out.
Her eyes begin to furrow and she leans forward "Take them off now!"
I slowly reach out, I'm trembling. It's like I have a big presentation and I don't know the script.
As I slowly take off the first shoe she whispers sweetly "good boy."
As I take of the second she says "you don't need to act coy, I know you want this. I see the way you look at me. go ahead say what you want."
It takes a while but I eventually say "I want to worship you." meekly.
She stands up comes around the table and sits on the end. She raises her feet and plants them on my face. They smell like heaven. Her soft and sweaty soles rub on my face marking me with her scent. Slowly but surely my confidence begins to raise, this is happening, she wants me to do this, she wants me to worship her feet.
Little did I know I had fallen into her trap. I start licking her feet, savoring them, running my hands up her incredible legs. I am ready to serve her and worship her. Maybe she will have me do this everyday? how did I get so lucky? She orders me to start jerking off. She pulls he feet off my face and quickly I see a bright flash. What the hell was that? Several more follow...oh no, she's taking pictures. She quickly pops her feet back on my face.
