Did the fact that she had graduated from high school cause Erin to stop wearing tights? No, no, no, no, no. She still wore them with skirts. She wore them with shorts. Not every day like she used to, but as often as she could. And on those glorious, rare days when she had the house to herself, like now, she wore more than one pair of tights - and not just on her legs! When Ms. Kohlman said ‘Rebecca Lauren’ she gritted her teeth, implying to me that there was some deep-seeded hatred for this woman. I didn’t know much about Ms. Lauren, but I had heard she was quite, well, demanding of people. A bossy bitch, I’d heard her called by the few kids who had had to talk to her. But I knew another thing too, she was drop dead gorgeous, and this was some of the reason she could make nearly anyone, students, teachers, hell, the janitors too, do whatever she desired. Usually though, only if they were male. After about an hour of giving her the foot massage, Ms. Kohlman simply raised her foot to my mouth, and I kissed it. She repeated this with the other foot, and I kissed that one. Then she pushed my face away with both feet and pointed to the door. I got my things and left. I had no choice. I began kissing each of her toes, one by one, and when I had kissed all of them I looked at her and said:

Our little sis is very wise," Marie said. "Anyway, thanks, it's good to know I'm not totally insane. But I'm really curious about your outfit, Spider-Man," Marie said, looking at Erin. This time she slapped the top of my head, which was moving up and down as my tongue rhythmically soothed her sole. She put her hand on my head and forced me down to a kneeling position, then she opened the door, entered, and slammed it inches from my face. You’re such a good slave, boy. Rub my feet while I make some calls. Get in between the toes and kiss them while you’re rubbing.” As I knelt, staring at the ground, my knees hurting more and more, the taste of my mistress’s soles still on my tongue, I heard muffled argument. From what I could gather, Ms. Kohlman was asking Ms. Lauren just why what she did was so bad and why and how she would be punished for it. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps towards the door, and I straightened up a bit, in preparation for whatever Ms. Kohlman was going to do.I only had to take gym during freshman year. Afterwards, I found out how I could go bare-legged...if the boots covered your ankles, you were still within the dress code. It took me a while to warm up to going completely naked under my skirt. It wasn't until I was almost done with senior year that I felt completely comfortable going commando under a shorter skirt. Sometimes, when she was feeling more sadistic, she would make me put her feet in my mouth. It started when she wanted me to prove her nails were dry, and I had promised they were.

I told you , it was sexy. My shoes have ties and that's bondage, I can't run, but hobble, or fall down...woe is me. Who will save me from the big bad wolf? No, it's just right!" Amanda replied. "There's no way I can escape this - you are going to untie me later, right?" Dammit, Alex. If I want to rest my tired feet on your face, you will let me do it. I practically own you! You’re my slave remember? Now stop effing resisting and act like the slave you are!” Amanda's eyes were wide, taking all of this in. "No," she said, shaking her head. "But do you think you may have gone too far?"

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I had never actually met Ms. Lauren, only seen her at all school events and such. She was new this year, but she had taken the school over practically, with her power over most male members of the campus getting her very far. Ladies, remember I was telling you there was this freshman who serves my feet? Well here he is. Let’s have some fun.”