* مش مجرد أسبوع - الجزأ الرابع   Author: Firas foot lover Forum: قصص طويلة تتألف من أكثر من جزء 23/06/2018 (10:33)
* لقطة صفاء السلطان وهي حاطه المرمطون جوزها بزريبة الحيوانات  Author: assofiani Forum: Arabic Celebs [ only femdom ] 23/06/2018 (09:37)
* الفتوة والصبية .. الجزء السابع والأخير  Author: fade Forum: قصص طويلة تتألف من أكثر من جزء 23/06/2018 (08:34)
* خادم في المنزل الامركي  Author: port2 Forum: Tv Show (programs) & Videos from real life (clubs,streets,schools,picnics,houses,...etc) 23/06/2018 (08:19)
* MOVED: أبو عمر في جوانتانامو ... الجزء الأول   Author: bachar Forum: قصص طويلة تتألف من أكثر من جزء 23/06/2018 (08:19)
* ستي عزة .. الجزء السادس   Author: nokia Forum: قصص طويلة تتألف من أكثر من جزء 23/06/2018 (08:05)
* مشهد غيَّر حياتي - الحلقة الثانية  Author: mak_maky Forum: قصص طويلة تتألف من أكثر من جزء 23/06/2018 (06:45)
* منة الجزء الأول  Author: firstmost Forum: Real Arabic Pictures 23/06/2018 (06:40)
* NECRO SNUFF ARCHIVE - My Private Full Collection [2000+ Videos]  Author: dronnxxx Forum: Other Fantasies 23/06/2018 (06:34)
* اخيرا : فارس الحلو يبوس و يمصمص اصابع رجلين سلافة معمار في فيلم علاقات عامة  Author: ahmady Forum: Arabic Celebs [ only femdom ] 23/06/2018 (06:02)
* ثلاث دقائق متعة مع أقدام الملكة بيرين سات  Author: maya dark Forum: Arabic Celebs [ only femdom ] 23/06/2018 (05:01)
* عبد مغربي   Author: ZOZO61 Forum: General Discussions 23/06/2018 (04:28)
* Femdom hot collection  Author: pentor1987 Forum: Bondage & S/m 23/06/2018 (04:03)
* عبد مغربي   Author: boubi Forum: Free Sites / Blogs / Groups 23/06/2018 (03:31)
* قدرات غير عادية للبرنسيسة نجلاء بدر وقدميها الملتهبية  Author: ponyslave Forum: Arabic Celebs [ only femdom ] 22/06/2018 (23:32)

Author Topic: A Deal With My Teacher part 8  (Read 699 times)

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

Offline mahmoud kareem

  • Member
  • **
  • Posts: 157
  • Activity:
    6.67%
  • Karma: 77
A Deal With My Teacher part 8
« on: August 22, 2017, 07:30:17 PM »

Ms. Lauren had laughed the whole time while Billy unwillingly invaded Phil, whose faced she had begun to mash into the floor with the foot I had been massaging. She whipped him in the face when it was over, for his protesting earlier. For good measure, she had given Billy a few smacks so he didn’t “get too comfortable.”

After another hour of torment, during which I kept my tongue busy on her soles constantly, Ms. Lauren had simply ordered Phil and Billy to entertain her in the most humiliating ways possible. They danced, they smacked themselves in the face, and, Ms. Lauren’s personal favorite, they repeated the finger torment from earlier, numerous times. I couldn’t help but tear up a bit by the end, both from the exhausting work my tongue had done cleaning her soles for so long, and from the torment of having to hear those two other boys debase themselves to such a horrible degree.

I should have kept it together, though, because one of my tears found its way off my cheek, and landed on Ms. Lauren’s right foot. I was licking the sole of her left foot.

She immediately stopped laughing and looked me dead in the face.

“Stand up, Alex. Now.”

I removed my tongue from her sole and stood up, in complete panic.

Ms. Lauren stared at me.

“Now get on your knees.”

I got on my knees.

“Kiss my foot.”

I leant forward, and kissed her foot.

“Go get my bag, you’re coming home with me tonight.”

I was scared of this command. How could I go home with her?

“You’re wondering how that’s possible, huh?” she said, “I’ve already emailed your parents and told them you have to do a late study session with me, and they bought it completely. They trust me so much!”

She cackled at this. I suppose I should be thankful she didn’t make them do the things she made Billy’s and Phil’s parents do.

“Billy, Phil, on your knees here.”

As I got Ms. Lauren’s bag and coat, Billy and Phil got on their knees in front of this woman.

“Feet. Kiss.”

They kissed her feet.

“Now, open your mouths.”

They opened up. Ms. Lauren leaned forward, gathered up some spit, and spit a gob into Phil’s mouth. Then she stood up, turned around, and rested her backside over Billy’s mouth. She let out some audible gas. Then, looking proud of herself, Ms. Lauren turned around again, smiled, and said “swallow, both of you.”

Billy looked pained, but Phil was going through quite an ordeal. Ms. Lauren had ejected some nasty stuff into his mouth, and he was having a hard time bringing himself to swallow it completely.  He had some help though, as Ms. Lauren kicked him in the chest, making him double over and swallow the filth immediately.

“Now get back in that closet.”

Billy and Phil crawled to the closet, shuddering as they packed themselves into the cramped area. Ms. Lauren clearly felt like being extra cruel, and she reached for some boxes near her desk and tossed them onto the boys’ heads, making sure the impact would hurt.

“Now don’t move, slaves, a couple more things…”

Ms. Lauren looked for some more material to worsen the slaves’ situation, and finally found some shoes and coats to deposit on them. By the end they were drowning in papers, boxes, shoes, and clothes, to the point where Phil was entirely out of sight, except for one trembling hand, and only Billy’s pathetic head poked out from the pile. Ms. Lauren picked up one of her pointier pumps, and clocked it at Billy’s temple, striking him hard.

“What do you say?”

Billy, on the verge of tears, responded: “Thank you goddess.”

“Night night slave boys.”

Ms. Lauren slammed the closet door shut. Then she went over to her desk, and opened a drawer. From there she retrieved a padlock, and returned to the closet. She clamped the door completely shut.

“Ms. Lauren, isn’t that a fire hazard?!” I piped up, still holding her coat and bag.

Wow that was a mistake.

She smacked me in the face, so I collapsed on the floor. I immediately righted myself onto my knees and kissed her bare feet for all I was worth — which was amounting to be not much.

“Save it, slave,” she said, as I continued to kiss her toes, “you have a long night ahead of you.”

With that, she walked out, feet still bare, and turned off the light.

“Fetch my boots, close the door, and hurry up, Alex,” she ordered as she made her way to the elevator, “for every ten seconds you keep me waiting I keep you licking my feet for another hour tonight.”

I hurried to obey her commands.

 

Sitemap 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30