Helena looks at you disdainfully.
“A women’s feet are disgusting and gross. They’re the lowest part of her body and for you to be attracted to them is really really sick. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
You shrug helplessly feeling too embarrassed to respond.
“Well you will be that’s for sure. I’m going to use your fetish to humiliate you so badly that by the time I’m done with you, your face will turn bright red every time you even slightly think about feet” She smiles “For starters I’m making you my personal footstool for the rest of the school year. You’re going to spend your lunch break, after school hours and weekends under my feet.”
You look up surprised. You don’t know how to respond. Part of you is thrilled at the prospect of being a footstool to a beautiful woman but another part of you is really embarrassed to be used that way by your teacher. You’re also not very happy about losing all your free time.
“Is that a little bit excessive for staring at your feet?” You complain.
Helena bits her lip to avoid laughing. “Not at all…being my footstool is the perfect punishment for a foot pervert like you.” She says. She stands up and slides out the chair behind her desk. “Anyway, let’s get you used to your new role.” She motions to the area underneath her desk. “Crawl underneath and lie down!”
You hesitate for a second giving your teacher an “I don’t know about this” look. However, a quick glance at Helena’s face lets you know she fully intends to see her punishment through.
Sighing you do as she tells you. Your teacher can be downright scary when she’s angry and you have no desire to make her mad. Feeling extremely humiliated you crawl underneath Helena’s desk and lie down so that you’re perpendicular to her chair. The area under Helena’s desk is surprisingly spacious and it’s not as cramped as you thought it would be. You’re even able to stretch out a little but you have to keep your knees bent the entire time.
Smiling mischievously Helena takes a seat at her desk and presses here pump clad feet against your chest. “Take off my shoes for me!” She orders. You do as she tells you gently removing her footwear and placing it outside the desk.
Instantly the aroma of sweaty feet and damp leather hits you hard. Your teacher has obviously been wearing her pumps for an extended period of time.
Above you, you hear your teacher giggle as she rolls off her stockings “Wow I can smell them from up here” She says wrinkling her nose. “Well maybe experiencing what my feet are like after spending a day in stockings and pumps should give you some much needed perspective about your fetish.”
Sure enough, you find yourself coughing repeatedly as your teacher brings her feet toward you. However, your foot fetish is starting to kick in and despite the fact that Helena’s foot odor is really strong, you start to find it very arousing.
Wiggling her toes teasingly Helena slowly lowers her feet towards your face. All you can do is stare up at her soles in excitement as they approach admiring how soft and smooth they look.
Then it happens…her sweaty feet press against your face and she starts rubbing them around. You enjoy the sensation. Helena feet feel warm and soft and you love being able to see them up close. You instinctively begin nuzzling your face against them and sniffing her soles in response. You teacher notices and shakes her head. “You really are hopeless,” She says playfully scrunching her toes around your nose. She begins rubbing her feet against your face even more sliding her soles up and down.
You act as your teacher’s footstool for over an hour sniffing and nuzzling Helena’s soles while she uses her feet to massage and play with your face. During that time she’d occasionally press her soles over your face making sure they were the only things you’d be able to see or smell for an extended period of time. She seemed to be really enjoying using her feet to dominate you.
Finally, she taps her foot against you cheek and clears her throat to get your attention. You stop nuzzling for a moment to look at her
“You seem to enjoy being my footstool,” She laughs.
You moan pleasurably in agreement.
She rolls her eyes. “Maybe a little bit too much, this is supposed to be a punishment after all. I think we should take things up a notch.”
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