The Teacher Who Made Me Her Slave

Almost all of us carry a secret college obsession: someone impossible, forbidden, who scrambles our head. Mine had a first and last name. I was in my final year of the degree, with good grades and orderly plans, and even so I spent anatomy classes thinking about one thing only: my professor’s feet.

Her name was Renata. She was thirty-two, with a body that stopped conversations in the hallways, brown skin, and a look that asked permission from no one. But what undid me was lower down. Her feet were perfect, a little big, with high arches and soft soles, her nails always immaculate, almost always painted white. I knew nothing about biology; I knew about that.

She wore flat sandals that left everything on display. While she lectured, she sat on the edge of the desk and swung one of them from the tip of her foot, letting it dangle until it seemed on the verge of falling. Sometimes she took it off completely and rested her bare sole on the other instep. I never missed a class. I got there early, sat in the back row, and watched her for two hours like a man at prayer. Beneath the desk, my cock would get hard enough to hurt, and I spent the whole class clenching my thighs, imagining those soles on my face, my tongue between her toes, my load dripping over her instep.

The problem with looking that much is that, sooner or later, you get caught.

One morning the bell rang and the classroom started emptying. I was gathering my things slowly, stretching out the seconds, when her voice stopped me from the front.

—Stay a moment. I want to talk to you.

I walked up to the desk with my heart in my throat. Renata was waiting with her arms crossed and that severe expression that had stolen so many nights of sleep from me. She looked me over from head to toe, unhurried, savoring my discomfort.

—I’ve noticed you for weeks. You don’t look at the board, or at me when I speak. You look at my feet. —She tilted her head.— Do you have some kind of fetish, or what’s wrong with you?

I felt my face burn. The words came out shaking.

—It’s nothing… it’s just… I think you have really beautiful feet. I was only admiring them.

She said nothing. She sat down in her chair, took off both sandals with a slow motion, and put her feet up on the desk, crossing them at the ankles, right in front of my face.

—So you like my feet?

My gaze fell on those soles as if drawn by a magnet. I spent several seconds lost in them, speechless, until a snap of her fingers brought me back to the classroom.

—Hey, up here. —She was laughing with her eyes, two green points pinning me in place.— Look at the idiot face you’ve got. You love it, don’t you?

—Yes —I admitted, with no strength left to lie—. I love it.

***

Renata stood up barefoot, walked to the classroom door, and locked it. The sound of the bolt sent a shiver up my neck and hardened my cock against the fabric of my pants. She returned to her chair with deliberate calm, stretched out her legs, and set her feet back on the desk, this time closer.

—I know this game. —Her voice had dropped, deeper, more in control of everything.— The last guy who looked at me like that ended up on his knees, tongue out, begging to lick my feet and for me to step on his balls. Is that what you want? To be my doormat, my slut, the thing I use to get off? Because if you behave, I’ll let you.

I should have hesitated. I should have thought about what was at stake, about who she was and who I was. But I had spent too long jerking off to exactly this: belonging to someone, giving myself over completely, being a piece of meat she used to come. And suddenly the fantasy was there, a meter away, offering itself with a smile.

—I want —I said—. Whatever you need. I’m here to serve you.

—That’s more like it. —She wiggled her toes slowly, like someone calling a dog.— To start with, stop shaking and come here. Get on your knees and kiss my feet.

That sentence was everything I had imagined a thousand times with my cock in my hand, in the dark of my room. I closed my eyes for a second, almost expecting to wake up. When I opened them, she was still there, real, waiting.

—Well? —she pressed, with a hint of impatience.— If you don’t want to, we’ll stay where we are and forget this ever happened.

I didn’t let her finish. I fell to my knees in front of the desk and lowered my face to her feet. I heard her laugh, low and satisfied, while I kissed those warm soles with my eyes closed, over and over, losing track of the classroom, the schedule, everything. I licked the arch of one foot slowly, tasting the salty flavor of her skin, and then sucked each toe one by one, taking them into my mouth up to the knuckle, sucking them like they were little cocks. Renata breathed hard under her breath and drove the big toe of her other foot against my tongue, pushing it all the way in.

—That’s it, puppy. Suck them good. Make me drool all over my feet. —She moved her toes inside my mouth, playing with my tongue.— You’re going to be my fucking mouthpiece. Don’t overthink it next time. This is your place.

***

Renata took out her phone and started typing, ignoring me as if I were a piece of furniture. That, far from offending me, turned me on even more. Under my pants my cock throbbed so hard I could feel every pulse of blood. I worked up the nerve to speak against her instep.

—Can I… smell them?

She stopped typing for a moment and looked at me over the screen, as if she had forgotten I was still alive.

—You can. Enjoy it, because from now on you’re going to have to earn everything.

I brought my nose to her still-crossed feet. Two hours of class had passed and the skin held a damp warmth, a concentrated smell, a little sharp, a little like sandal sweat, that hit me straight in the stomach and sank down to my balls. I breathed deeply, slowly, inhaling between her toes like someone smelling a flower, and felt my cock start leaking into my underwear. I ran my tongue through the gap between her thumb and second toe, where the smell was strongest, and kept sucking that salty skin while I panted against her sole. She hadn’t touched my cock and I was already on the verge of coming.

After a few seconds, she set the phone aside. She lifted her right foot and gave my cheek a soft slap with her sole. It didn’t hurt; it was a mark, a way of saying, “you’re mine.”

—Thank you —I whispered.

—Thank you, what?

—Thank you, my queen.

She smiled, pleased, and hit my face again with her foot, this time harder, alternating one and the other, laughing each time my head jerked from the impact. I was on my knees, taking her blows like a gift, feeling exactly what she wanted me to be: a kneeling slut, with my cock dripping over a pair of feet. I would have done anything just to stay there.

When she got bored, she took her feet off the desk and slipped her sandals back on.

—You’ve had enough fun for today, puppy.

I watched her, still on my knees, face hot, body weak, and my cock marking my pants with a dark stain of fluid. She picked up her phone again.

—Give me your number. I’ll write it down.

I dictated it to her. She saved it under a name I could read backward: “puppy.” Then she locked the screen.

—Keep an eye on your messages. I’m going to send you assignments.

I nodded. She made me stand up, turn around, and just when I thought she was letting me go, she stopped me with one finger.

—Come say goodbye properly.

I knelt again to kiss her feet and, before I could touch her, I got a sharp slap across the cheek.

—Next time you come on all fours —she said, without raising her voice—. Got it?

With my face burning, I leaned down and kissed both her feet, one and then the other, keeping my tongue on each instep a second longer than necessary.

—Aren’t you going to say anything?

—Thank you, my queen, for letting me kiss your feet.

Another slap, softer, almost affectionate.

—And?

—Thank you for hitting me.

She placed her left foot on my neck and pushed until my forehead touched the cold classroom floor.

—There, little slave. You’re starting to understand your place. —She took her foot away.— Now go.

***

I left the building with cotton in my legs and my cock still swollen inside my pants, unable to believe what had happened. Before I crossed the classroom door, I heard her voice behind me.

—See you tomorrow, my puppy. We’re going to have a lot of fun.

From that day on, I became her shadow. Whenever she had a gap between classes, I stayed in the empty classroom to attend to her: kneeling, silent, worshipping those feet while she checked her phone and ignored me with an indifference that drove me insane. Sometimes she made me take off her sandals with my teeth and lick her soles until they shone with saliva. Other times she forced me to press my cock against the floor, to grind myself like a hot dog against the cold tile, with no allowed finish, my balls hurting so much my legs shook when I stood up. On Tuesdays I went to the gym before class, and she started bringing me the socks she had taken off, still damp with sweat, so I could smell them and suck them while she graded papers. She stuffed them in my mouth in a crumpled ball and made me breathe through my nose, my face buried between her warm feet. There was nothing that made me feel more like hers.

The midyear break arrived and I assumed I’d spend those weeks without seeing her, counting the days with my cock half-hard each night. I was wrong. One afternoon her message dropped like an order: I had thirty minutes to show up at her house. My parents were going on a trip and nobody cared where I slept, so I made up some story about staying at a friend’s place. I dressed in a hurry and crossed the city with my pulse racing.

Renata opened the door wearing a crop top that marked her waist, without a bra —her hard tits shifted under the fabric with every breath, nipples outlined like two points—, her hair loose —something I had never seen in class— and, of course, her feet bare. Her nails, this time, painted red. I froze in the doorway, staring at them, until her voice jolted me.

—Are you going to stand there like an idiot?

She went in without waiting for me and I followed like what I was, a dog behind its owner. She let herself fall onto the living room sofa and put her feet up on the low table in front of it.

—I’m going to have so much fun with you these vacation —she said, stretching out.— What are you waiting for? Start.

—Yes, my queen.

I threw myself to the floor and buried my face in her feet, covering them with kisses. They were a little dirty from walking barefoot around the house, with specks of dust stuck to the sweat between her toes, and that earthy taste, far from stopping me, pushed me in deeper. I licked her soles from one end to the other, dragging my tongue along every crease, sucking the dirt as if it were a reward.

—Lick them. Get them nice and clean for me. With that slut tongue of yours.

—Yes, ma’am.

I traced my tongue from heel to arch, slowly, tasting the salty, rough feel of her skin while she watched me with a bored owner’s smile. I parted her toes with my hands and slid my tongue between them, one by one, sucking them to the base, taking them like they were five little cocks. She sighed and arched her foot against my mouth.

—Do you like being my slave? —she asked, and slapped my cheek with her free foot.

—Yes, my queen. I love being your slave and I love your feet. I do whatever you tell me.

—Spit. —She lowered her foot and held the open sole in front of my face.— Spit in my sole and then lick what you spit.

I obeyed. I spat a thick gob of saliva into the center of her foot and she pushed it against my mouth, flattening my lips, forcing me to lick my own spit from her skin. My cock was thumping against my pants with every movement.

Renata shoved the coffee table aside with one push and ordered me to lie on my back on the floor. She stood over me, one sole on either side of my head, and looked down at me like someone looking at something that belonged to her.

—Since you like them so much, you’re going to swallow them.

She lowered one foot and stuffed it into my mouth without asking permission, filling it until I could barely breathe. She pressed her toes against my palate, shoved her big toe down until it brushed my throat, and made me gag. She pulled it out for just a second, just enough for me to take a breath, and shoved it back in, deeper every time, fucking my mouth with her foot as if she were fucking me with a cock. She set the other sole on my chest, pinning me to the floor with her weight.

—If you gag, you clean it with your tongue, understood, useless thing? Suck it properly, like a slut.

I could barely nod. I sucked her toes desperately, feeling them slide all the way to the back, saliva pouring down my cheeks, choking me, while my cock throbbed inside my pants, on the verge of bursting. In a clumsy movement I turned my head and, by accident, my tooth scraped her instep. Renata reacted as if I had burned her, yanked her foot away, and stomped on my face, furious.

—You never do that again. Do you hear me?

She straddled my chest and crossed my face from side to side with an open palm. The slaps left my ears ringing and my skin burning.

—Sorry, ma’am. It won’t happen again.

—It had better not. You’re going to learn to be careful. —She got up and went back to the sofa.— Take your clothes off. Stay in your underwear, I want to see that cock of yours drooling for me.

Despite everything I had already done, I felt embarrassed undressing in front of her. But she was angry and I didn’t want to pull the rope any tighter, so I obeyed, leaving my clothes folded on the floor, exposed and trembling. My underwear was stretched over a thick bulge and a dark spot of pre-cum at the tip.

—Look at that. —She let out a laugh.— I almost choked you with my feet and you’re hard as a post, leaking. You’re a textbook doormat. A slut who gets wet because someone steps on his face.

She ran the sole over my erection, barely a brush, enough to make me gasp and arch my hips against her. Then she set the tip of her foot on the bulge and pressed, rubbing up and down, feeling my cock throb beneath the fabric.

—Look at the poor thing writhing. —She laughed, with quiet cruelty, while she kept jerking me off with her foot through my underwear.— Are you going to come for me, puppy? Are you going to stain your briefs like any random kid?

—Yes, my queen, please —I panted, pushing my hips against her sole—. Please, let me finish.

Just when I felt my balls tightening, when the orgasm was already climbing up my cock, she yanked her foot away. The release cut off halfway, painful, leaving a thin stream of semen dripping, unspent, inside my briefs, my hips biting at the air. A dry gag of frustration shook me.

—Don’t think I forgave you for what you just did. You almost hurt me. Dogs that bite don’t come.

Before I could say a word, she rose and gave me a precise kick between the legs. The pain folded me in half; I rolled on the floor out of breath, eyes full of tears, clutching my balls. I felt her foot press onto my head, driving me into the floor, and a warm spit landing on my cheek, sliding to the corner of my mouth.

—Open. —She pressed harder with her sole.— Stick out your tongue and lick the spit off your face, dirty boy.

I stuck out my tongue and licked my own cheek, swallowing her saliva mixed with tears while she held my head against the floor with her foot. My cock kept throbbing, cocked and loaded, never having finished, leaking inside my wet underwear.

—Get up, useless thing —she said, and there was a cruel joy in her voice that went through me whole—. We still have many days left, my puppy. We’re going to have more fun than ever. I’m going to leave your cock purple from not letting you come.

And there, sprawled at her feet, my balls aching, my face soaked with saliva, and my head surrendered, I knew there was no place in the world I would rather be than that one.

To be continued…