My first story - please enjoy, and feedback is welcomed.
Please note that whilst this story does include some tickling, it is more heavily focused on foot worship.
Thanks!
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Alice Heather breathed a sigh of relief as the 5pm bell rang throughout the college. Her history students slowly shuffled their way past her to the door, wishing her a good weekend on their way out.
As was usual for most Fridays, she would be staying late to prepare her lessons for the following week and was in no rush to leave. Making herself more comfortable, she kicked her worn flats off of her sore feet and put on the old pair of fluffy slippers she kept under her desk.
Alice wrinkled her nose at the strong smell that followed shortly after. Despite being a hygienic person, Alice suffered from stinky feet. She had tried every trick she could to mitigate it, but nothing worked for her. It was her only real embarrassment, and she dreaded anyone noticing or commenting on it. The humid June weather did nothing to help her as she felt the moisture between her sweaty toes.
She reminded herself that her slippers were well overdue a wash, as throughout the week she had caught subtle whiffs of them from under her desk. Fortunately she was alone for now, so continued her lesson prep while ignoring the scent of her feet that filled the room.
Alice's phone rang and she was delighted to see that it was her boyfriend calling. It would be another 3 months before she saw him again, as he was in Amsterdam for work commitments. She answered with glee and they proceeded to fill each other in on their mundane day-to-day goings-on.
The conversation then took a different turn.
"I'm going to bring back a surprise for you", her boyfriend said candidly.
"What?" replied Alice, her curiosity piqued.
"I visited a sex shop yesterday and found some Japanese bondage rope, perfect for what we've been discussing".
Alice's heart leapt. She felt so naughty! Before her boyfriend left, she had confided in him that she was eager to try being tied up and fucked by him. This fantasy had been on her mind for some time, and she had finally felt confident enough to reveal it to him. They had an otherwise vanilla sex-life, with no kinks featuring in their relationship.
"Oh my god, that's so hot" she exclaimed, voicing her excitement.
Alice knew that she shouldn't be having conversations like this while at work, but there were no students here and she was alone, so thought it safe to continue.
"I'm getting hard just thinking about it", her boyfriend whispered down the phone, much to Alice's delight.
"We've got to change the subject", Alice continued. "I'm getting wet just imagining it - me tied up tightly, watching as your hard cock enters me, unable to stop it".
Their dirty conversation continued briefly before Alice had to resume her work.
After some time Alice glanced at the clock again. It was now 8pm and she'd done enough work. She removed her slippers, forgetting her earlier commitment to take them home to be washed, and slipped her flats back on. Alice exited the classroom, switching off the light. She strolled through the maze of corridors and left the building.
As she walked out of the college gates and past the security hut, Alice wished the night guard a good evening and began her journey home.
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Alex was an 18 year old history student at the college. He'd opted for the subject for two reasons - firstly, it was the only subject that really interested him. Secondly, he had developed quite the crush on the teacher, Miss Heather.
He spent much of his history lessons staring at her. She was in her early 30s, very attractive and short, around 5'4", with a slim but healthy frame. Her hair was a mix of colour between blonde and ginger, and behind her glasses were beautiful blue eyes. Her pale skin was dotted with freckles and looked to be ever-so soft. Her black fingernail polish and nose piercing suggested an alternative style, despite her work-appropriate clothing.
During his lesson on Thursday, Alex had walked over to Miss Heather to hand in a paper. As he stood to the side of her desk, Alex noticed an unusual smell. He looked down and felt his heart almost stop.
Miss Heather had one foot in a fluffy slipper, the other one bare and dangling in the air. From his view of the top of her foot, he could tell that her feet were small - no larger than a UK size 4. The skin was even paler than the rest of her, and her small uniformly-sized toes were adorned with gloss black nail polish to match her fingernails.
Alex had always been into feet, and especially so when they're smelly and sweaty. To date he remained unfulfilled in exploring this fetish. A previous girlfriend had allowed him to briefly suck on her toes in the throes of passion, but never for long, and certainly not before she'd showered.
Alex was almost hypnotised by the sight and smell of Alice's exposed foot, but the trance was quickly broken as she slipped it back into her slipper and thanked him for the paper.
As Alex walked back to his desk, his mind was racing. He was already greatly attracted to her, but now knew that she had pretty feet that were smelly too! What was once a normal crush on his teacher was now quickly spiralling into a primal desire.
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Alex lay awake that night fantasising about his teacher. He knew that he couldn't have her, but if he could take even one sniff of those fluffy slippers under her desk it may help satisfy his desire. He decided upon a plan - tomorrow's history class was the final class of the day, and he would stay late afterwards to try his luck.
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The next day came, and Alex sat at his desk nervous with excitement. Looking for any excuse, Alex walked over to his teacher's desk and asked to borrow a pen. Alice happily agreed, and turned away from him to open her drawer and retrieve one.
He took the opportunity to look down and saw her feet in black flats, with her fluffy slippers off to the side. Even standing up he noticed the faint smell of the slippers, and he dreamed of what it would be like to stick his nose inside of them.
After receiving the pen, Alex returned to his desk, urging the clock to fast forward to the end of the lesson.
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As the 5pm bell rang out and his fellow students began to leave, Alex quickly and quietly snuck through the doorway in the partition at the back of the room, unnoticed by either his teacher or fellow students.
This part of the room was rarely visited, mostly used for storage. The partition ran from one wall to another, fully blocking the room aside from the one narrow doorway. Alex thought it to be a surprising waste of space as the partitioned section of the room was quite large. All that was in the room currently was an old electric heater that was wheeled out for the winter months, a chair, and a couple of small desks. Regardless, he had no doubt that he was safe to hide in here while waiting for Miss Heather to leave.
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After 15 minutes of hiding and hoping Miss Heather would leave soon, Alex heard her phone ring and his teacher answer excitedly. Curious to listen in, Alex moved right next to the doorway to better hear.
Mostly boring conversation followed with what was evidently her boyfriend, but then Alex heard something very interesting.
"Oh my god, that's so hot" Alice exclaimed.
Alex froze. He couldn't believe it - was his teacher about to engage in dirty talk? Desperate not to miss the opportunity of a keepsake for his wank-bank, Alex pulled out his phone. Setting it to record video, he carefully poked the phone camera out of the partition's doorway. Alex watched through the screen in disbelief as Miss Heather proceeded to discuss her fantasy of bondage sex. As the call ended, he slowly pulled back the phone undetected.
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Alex sat in the partitioned off part of the room, waiting for his teacher to leave. It was now nearly 8pm! How long was she going to stay?!
He had used this time to process what he'd just witnessed. The gravity of the situation had dawned on him, and he realised he had an incredible opportunity available.
Finally he heard his teacher leave the room. Alex followed after a few minutes, having completely forgotten about the slippers that he had planned the whole evening around. A different plan was forming in his head that would reward him with a far greater prize.
Alex cursed as he reached the campus gates - the overnight security guard had started his shift and was sat in the guard hut. Fortunately for Alex, the guard was completely engrossed in his phone, and Alex was able to creep past undetected and head home.
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On Monday morning, Alex confidently approached his teacher. "Miss Heather", he said. "I've absolutely loved the module you covered on the medieval period, and would like to build a recreation of some technology from the era as an extra-curricular activity".
"Of course!" Alice replied, overjoyed to see any passion for history in her students. "What would you like to build exactly?".
"A set of stocks" Alex said, looking her directly in the eyes. "I'll work on them after college in my own time".
Alice nearly choked. Her bondage fantasies meant that a set of stocks had certain connotations to her other than medieval punishment. Nonetheless, this was an innocent and subject-appropriate request from a student.
"Sounds great!" Alice said. "You can use the partitioned area at the back of the room to build them. Let me know if you need any help, and make sure you finish up by 6pm. That's the time that all staff leave by, so no students are allowed on-site after then. When I stay late on Fridays I'm the only person here! Other than the night security guard of course".
Alex nodded and walked away, smiling to himself as the first part of his plan was complete.
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Over the next month, Alex worked dilligently to build the stocks. He checked in regularly with Miss Heather while she sat at her desk, for no reason other than to try and catch another whiff of her stinky feet. He longed to have them, and knew that with patience his fantasy would be realised.
The individual components of the stocks were now finished, but Alex refrained from assembling them together. The complete device would look a little different to a traditional set of stocks, and he didn't want to reveal their sinister purpose. The only thing left to do now was to wait for Friday to come around.
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As the 5pm bell rang out on Friday, Alex walked over to his teacher's desk. She was wearing a black strapless dress, thin nylon tights and black Nike running trainers.
"I'm just going to work on the stocks Miss!" Alex said.
"No problem!', Alice replied. "Just make sure you're finished by 6pm!".
Over the next hour Alex assembled the individual components. It was a hot and humid July day, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. It was now 17:55 as Alex stood back and admired his finished work.
The contraption consisted of a small padded seat section, just barely large enough to sit upon. There was a padded backrest leaning backwards at a 45 degree angle, with an arm length protrusion on each side of it at shoulder height. A series of straps adorned the protrusions with a further strap present on the backrest just above waist height.
The base of the device had two horizontal tracks on the floor, one on each side, running from in-line with the seat to around four feet in front of it. Mounted on to each track was a vertical telescopic bar, the heights of which could be adjusted up and down, similar to the legs on a gazebo. These vertical bars were free to move backwards and forwards along the horizontal tracks on either side but could be locked into position.
A crossmember ran between the two vertical bars, and afixed to the crossmember was the pair of stocks - a vertical wooden panel with two side-by-side padded holes cut out of it, spaced closely together.
The device was currently adjusted so that the stocks were at the same height as the seat base, and positioned at the end of the tracks furthest away from it.
Alex nodded to himself. It was ready for her.
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Alice sat at her desk preparing next week's lessons, as was usual on a Friday evening. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was nearly 6pm - the past hour had flown by without her realising.
Alice briefly considered kicking off her trainers and donning her favourite pair of slippers for comfort, but quickly changed her mind. She wasn't going to stay so late tonight as she was desperate for a shower. She had been running around all day in the humid July heat and felt she deserved an evening off for once. As soon as it turned 6pm, she'd be kicking Alex out from the back of her classroom and heading home. She would even take her smelly slippers home to give them a long overdue wash, as she had promised herself she'd do a month ago!
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Alex was nervous, but focused. He took a deep breath, walked through the doorway of the partition and over to his teacher's desk.
"I've got something to show you Miss".
Alex pulled out his phone and pressed play on the video recording he had taken of her a month ago. He turned the screen towards her and watched as her smile faded.
Alice watched herself talk about her deepest fantasies, sat right at her desk on college property. She couldn't believe she'd been so foolish. She knew full well that this video could end her career.
"What do you want, Alex?" she asked nervously.
"I'm glad you asked!" Alex replied. "Full marks in History for every piece of coursework and exam until the end of the year".
"Fine, done" Alice hastily accepted, knowing she could make that happen without raising any eyebrows.
"On that note" Alex said, "I've finished building the stocks and need your help in making sure they work properly".
"Okay... sure" Alice agreed, her mind racing from the possible consequences of the video being made public.
They walked into the partitioned part of the room.
"Please sit" Alex asked of her.
"Okay... sure" Alice agreed again as she sat on the seat and leant against the backrest. In her distracted state of mind she failed to notice the unusual design of the stocks, instead still thinking of how she could mitigate any damage to her reputation as an educator should the video surface.
"Please raise your arms" Alex asked.
Alice complied, still not thinking clearly, and Alex set about tightening the many straps along the arm extensions.
Now with her arms outstretched on either side of her and unable to move them, Alice snapped back to reality. She wondered why her arms were strapped against the extensions and not secured through the holes in the stocks. She also thought it odd that the stocks only had two holes, not three in total, for the head and each arm as they would traditionally.
Alex opened the stocks on their hinge and quickly lifted Alice's legs into position straight out in front of her, then closing the stocks around her ankles and locking them. They were padded but very snug, allowing no movement from her ankles.
"Alex..." Alice said. "Not that it matters now as you'll be getting full marks anyway due to blackmailing me! But stocks were designed for the head and hands, not the feet".
"Oh... my mistake" Alex replied. He quickly moved behind Alice and tightened the backrest strap around her stomach, leaving her completely unable to move.
"Okay Alex, your weird stocks clearly work as intended. I can't move at all. Now please release me and let's discuss your guaranteed success in History class in exchange for you not distributing that video".
Alex ignored his teacher, instead quickly stuffing a ballgag into her mouth and pulling a blindfold over her eyes.
Alice began to panic and let out muffled shouts into the gag. Alex again ignored her. He turned on a speaker he'd placed on a desk behind the stocks and music began to play quietly.
Alex pulled the chair in the room over to in front of the stocks, and again stepped back to admire his handywork.
His gorgeous teacher was sat 3' off the ground, her legs straight together out in front of her parallel to the ground. Her upperbody was leant backwards at 45 degrees, and her arms outstretched so she formed the shape of a T. Best of all, she couldn't move, see or speak.
His planning had paid off perfectly. He was now going to enjoy the fruits of his labour and act out his ultimate fantasy.
Alex sat on the chair facing the soles of Alice's Nike trainers. His heart pounding, he slowly began to unlace both shoes. Alice immediately began to panic again - she had no idea why he was trying to remove her shoes, but she was painfully aware that her soon-to-be-exposed feet were more than a little smelly. She had been on her feet all day - it was hot and humid, and as she wiggled her toes nervously she could feel the sweat between them.
Having finished untying the laces, Alex slowly gripped her right shoe and pulled it off of her foot. The smell hit him immediately, and Alex could feel heat emanating from both the shoe in his hands, and the exposed foot directly in front of his face. Through Alice's thin 20-denier nylons, he could make out a pink hue on the ball of her foot, the heel and the toes, contrasted with a creamy white high arch.
He looked down at the shoe in his hands and promptly buried his nose in it, deeply inhaling the strong scent. Alex felt a twinge in his cock and found himself at half-mast already.
Alice cringed with embarrassment, and her cheeks turned bright red as the smell of her own sweaty feet now reached her nostrils. The blindfold over her eyes meant that she was unaware of Alex enjoying her shoe, and she wrongly assumed that he must be disgusted by the odour that was now slowly filling the room.
Alex placed the shoe on the ground and turned his attention to her left foot. Swiftly removing the remaining shoe, he again placed it over his nose and sniffed the glorious scent inside. His cock was now rock-hard.
Alex dropped the second shoe on the ground next to the other and placed his full focus on the perfect pair of nylon-encased feet side-by-side before him. Gazing upon his prize, he couldn't believe that his extensive planning had come to fruition. After a month of sexual frustration and daydreaming about his teacher's feet, here they were. Immobile, deliciously smelly, and all his.
Tonight Alice's feet were the main course, and Alex was going to take his time.
Alex leaned in close, to the point that his nose was almost touching her right foot. Starting just under her toes, he inhaled. Her shoes had a strong smell, but this was next-level. He slowly explored the scent of every part of both feet, moving his nose around but never making contact. By now his cock was throbbing almost painfully, and he could feel a patch of pre-cum soaking into his boxers.
Were it not for the music playing quietly through the speakers, Alice may have heard Alex deeply sniffing at her feet, but for now she remained ignorant of what was taking place. Despite her immobility, all she could think about was her thorough embarrassment at the smell of her feet. Just like Alice, the only thing on Alex's mind was the smell of her feet too. It was intoxicating, sending him into a trance as he took long drawn-out whiffs mere millimeters from the bottoms of her nylon soles.
Alex could wait no longer. He yearned to see and taste the unprotected skin of her bare feet. He reached into his bag and produced a small pair of scissors. Alex pinched the tip of the toe section on her right nylon. Pulling up gently, he used the scissors to snip the top of the nylon at a diagonal angle, parallel to the tips of her toes. He released the nylon and it relaxed back down, the tips of Alice's toes ever-so-slightly peeking through the newly-formed hole. Alex's mouth watered at the sight of her flushed-pink toes with gloss black nail polish.
Alice felt the tugging at her nylon followed by a rush of cooler air over the exposed tips of her toes. "What the hell is he doing?!" She thought to herself, completely unprepared for what was to come.
Alex gingerly extended his tongue and slowly slid it between the underside of her toes and the nylon. The taste was exquisite - an explosion of flavour coated his tongue from both the salty digits and the sweat-soaked nylon. His cock strained against his waistband, throbbing so hard it ached.
Alice's heart sank. She had never had her feet licked before, but there was no mistaking the feeling of the warm tongue dancing under her toes. The full realisation of her predicament slowly dawned on her as everything started to make sense. Alex must have a foot fetish, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent him from having his way with her feet.
Alice squirmed as she felt his tongue slide into the moist crevice between her two smallest toes. She scrunched her toes tightly in a desperate attempt to stop the invasive tongue from probing any further.
Alex withdrew his tongue from between her squeezing toes and and pulled the cut-open nylon downwards, fully exposing her toes down to the ball of her foot. He leaned forward again and attempted to probe his tongue between her second and third smallest toes, but could not gain entry while she scrunched her toes so tightly.
Alex sat up frustratedly - he had sampled one delicious crevice and now he wanted more. With his left hand Alex pulled her bare toes backwards, and then slowly scraped the fingernails of his right hand down Alice's still nylon-covered sole. She yelped at the sensation - Alice had exceptionally ticklish feet, and this was only enchanced by the smooth and low-friction nylon covering. Alex spoke for the first time since restraining her, calmly but firmly.
"Miss Heather, I'm going to do anything I want to your feet, this is non-negotiable. What I want to do now is to slide my tongue between your pretty little toes, and you're stopping me from doing so. If you do not obey me and continue to scrunch your toes, I will tickle you. I will tickle your soles for at least one full minute for every time you prevent my tongue from tasting between your toes. You will spread your toes for me now or the tickling starts immediately. Nod if you understand".
As much as she hated the slimy tongue tormenting her toes, she hated being tickled moreso. Defeated, Alice simultaneously nodded and splayed her toes, inviting the tongue in once more. Alex smiled and leant over, probing his tongue between her second and third smallest toes and delighting in their taste. He continued exploring the remaining two crevices on the same foot, savouring the strong flavour of each.
Alex turned to her left foot and cut open the nylon in the same manner as the other. He briefly ran his tongue over the exposed tips of her toes before partially rolling the nylon down to just below the base of her toe stems. He opened his mouth wide and fully engulfed the four smallest toes. He then furiously ran his tongue between each with her toes still in his mouth. Sucking and licking passionately, he exhausted every morsel of flavour from her dainty toes.
Alex sat back and slowly rolled the remains of Alice's nylons down to her ankles, revealing her soles and heels entirely. Extending his tongue as far as he could, he placed it flat against her right heel. He then licked slowly up to just below her toes, relishing the sharp and salty taste. Alex then turned to her left foot and did the same, alternating back-and-forth between the two soles until they glistened with saliva and not an ounce of flavour remained.
Alex began nibbling around Alice's arches while unbuckling his belt. He could not contain himself any longer, and as he pulled down his jeans and boxers his cock sprang upwards. He grasped it and began pumping as he hungrily nibbled along the sides of her feet, causing Alice to start laughing hysterically into her gag. Alex realised he wouldn't last long as he lived out his fantasy, so he knew what to do. Standing up, he positioned his waist by her feet.
Alice hated the foot nibbling she was being subjected to. It wasn't painful, but it tickled her sensitive feet considerably. She also noticed that Alex was grunting while chewing on her feet and thought it odd. Her contemplation turned to horror as the nibbling stopped, and she felt a hand grip the big toes on both feet and hold them tightly together, followed by the sensation of what she was sure was a cock sliding between her arches.
Alex relished the visual in front of him. His cock thrusting back and forth between her dainty helpless feet. They glistened from both his saliva and the generous amount of pre-cum now coating her arches.
After a minute of fucking her arches, Alex knew he was going to cum soon. He sat back down, and gripping both vertical poles at the front of the stocks, he lowered their height, bringing Alice's saliva and pre-cum soaked feet down into his lap. Alex reached into his bag again and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. Pouring some into his hands, he proceeded to rub the oil over the bottoms of her feet.
He placed his cock vertically between her feet as he now gripped them together with her toes parallel to each other, his shaft sitting straight upwards between the balls of her feet and the head of his cock protruding out atop her toes. He thrusted up and down, the pressure building until he could hold it no more. A fountain of cum erupted from him, coating Alice's toes and running down her feet.
Alex slumped in his chair, debilitated by the intense orgasm. Alice meanwhile was experiencing a range of emotions as she felt the sticky cum run between her toes. She felt anger towards Alex for doing this to her, but also towards herself for being blackmailed into such a situation. She felt disgust at the foot-licking and fucking she had just experienced, but also a slight sense of confusing flattery. Alice knew that she had conventionally pretty feet, but never thought they would be on the receiving end of such attention - especially when fresh out of her stinky shoes after a long, hot and sweaty day of work. "At least", she thought, "the ordeal was now over".
Alice was mistaken. Alex raised the stocks back up, in-line with Alice's seat so that her legs were parallel to the ground. He began to slowly rake his fingernails effortlessly up and down her soles, lubricated from the mix of baby oil and cum that covered her feet. Alice began screaming with laughter but was muffled by the gag in her mouth.
Alex kept up the tickling for a few minutes, gliding his fingertips over the helpless bottoms of her feet while she cackled hysterically. The tickling then stopped abruptly and Alex spoke for the second time.
"That was just a reminder of what will happen if you disobey me. Now let's get you cleaned up".
Alex reached back into his bag and retrieved two bowls, soap, a sponge and a large bottle of water. He filled both bowls with water, squeezing the liquid soap into one of them. He soaked the sponge in the soapy water and immediately got to work cleaning Alice's feet of his saliva, cum and baby oil.
Alice let out another muffled scream into her gag. The foot cleaning tickled intensely as the rough sponge made it's way over her feet, but she could do nothing to stop it. At the back of her mind she did think it strange that Alex would do her the courtesy of cleaning her feet after the non-consensual foot worship and cum-soaking. Alex was of course doing this for enitrely selfish reasons. After all the effort and planning that went into this evening, he was not going to end it so quickly.
After Alice's feet were thoroughly scrubbed clean with soap, Alex used the bowl of clean water to rinse them off. He then retrieved an old t-shirt from his bag and dried them.
Walking over to Alice's desk, Alex bent down and picked up from under it the pair of fluffy slippers that had caught the attention of his eyes and nose so many times before. After taking a few deep satisfying sniffs of them, Alex walked back over to Alice and placed the slippers on her feet. He then strolled over to the side of the room and returned with the electric heater, placing it beneath her feet and turning it on to max.
Alice recognised the feeling of her favourite slippers being placed on her feet, puzzling her. Over the music playing she could have sworn that she also heard the sound of the old winter heater being switched on too. This was soon confirmed as her feet started to become uncomfortably warm.
Alex set a timer on his phone for two hours and silently left the room. Despite the late hour, it was still hot and humid, and the heater made the room unbearably warm.
Alice could do nothing other than contemplate her predicament. Her feet had already begun to sweat, her toes sliding against each other effortlessly as she wiggled them in a futile attempt to cool them down. Alice could think of no reason why her feet were being deliberately heated up in such a manner, unless... Alex actually preferred her feet sweaty and smelly? Was he doing this so that he could indulge in her feet all over again? Was her biggest embarrassment actually a turn-on for him?
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Alex returned after two hours and walked straight over to the stocks. Alice jumped as she felt a finger slide between the arch of her right foot and the slipper. Alex's cock twitched at what he felt - the skin of her arch was hot to the touch and slick with sweat. Her skin was unbelievably soft after two hours trapped in the fluffy and humid prisons, and as the air from within escaped past his finger and filled his nostrils he was presented with a glorious smell. Alex's cock twitched again as he decided that the helpless feet in front of him were suitably prepared for another meeting with his tongue.
Alex switched off the heater and moved it aside, then moved to the rear of the stocks, standing directly behind Alice. He switched off the speaker playing music and silence filled the room.
Although on this occassion Alice's feet were the main course, Alex was still going to sample the rest of the menu. He reached around her and pulled down her strapless dress, revealing her also-strapless bra. The bra was swiftly pulled down too, exposing Alice's pale white breasts with pink nipples.
Alice immediately let out a muffled protest into her gag but Alex ignored her. Moving around to her front, Alex leant over and took her left nipple into his mouth. As he ran his tongue around the rapidly-hardening nipple, he reached out his hand and began playing with the other. After a surprisingly short amount of time, Alice's sensitive nipples were involuntarily as hard as diamonds. He continued playing with her tits until his cock was fully erect and began to throb again.
Alex moved to the front of the stocks once more and adjusted the vertical poles upwards so that her feet were at face height while he stood. He then unlocked the poles from their horizontal tracks and slid the stocks away from him, back towards Alice. She panicked at this movement, finding herself tightly contorted with her feet in the air straight above her waist, as her knees made contact with her shoulders. The stocks were then locked into place once more.
Alex knelt on the floor in front of Alice and retrieved the pair of scissors again. This time he gently tugged on the nylon at her crotch and snipped a large hole out of it.
Alice freaked out at the contact with her crotch. She had made her peace as best she could with this man feasting upon her tits and feet, but this was something else entirely. She was immobile and helpless, and could do nothing other than wait to see what was in store for her most private of areas. Alice felt a further tug - this time at her underwear - as the cool blade of the scissors slipped underneath them and cut away the material. She felt the tension of her underwear disappear and realised that her pussy was now completely exposed.
Alex stood back and admired the sight in front of him. Alice's vagina was flawless - a neat pink slit with closely trimmed pubic hair adorning it. Alex removed her sweaty slippers and brought one up to his nose. He sniffed hungrily as his eyes took in the feast of pink flesh before him. Her nipples, pussy and feet were nearly the same shade of pink, contrasting beautifully against the rest of her milky pale skin. He placed the slippers back on, keeping her feet warm and soft until he was ready to enjoy them.
He knelt down once more, taking position in front of her crotch. He began planting gentle kisses upon her nylon-covered inner thighs, travelling slowly but inevitably towards the prize in the centre.
Alice felt Alex's lips making their way towards her vulnerable pussy and she tensed up. She had started to moisten involuntarily, her body betraying her in anticipation for what was to come. Alex had paused with his mouth over her vagina, but without making direct contact. Alice could feel his hot breath and cursed herself as her arousal grew.
Alex tentatively extended his tongue, placing the tip of it at the bottom of her slit and slowly running it upwards, coming to rest on her clit. She let out a quiet moan then quickly stifled it, confused by her feelings. This was happening against her will, but felt undeniably good.
Alex relished the taste of Alice's pussy. Although he loved the smell and taste of stinky feet, he preferred good hygiene on the rest of a woman's body. Her pussy had a natural but slightly sweet taste to it, which sent a tingle from the tip of his tongue through to the tip of his cock.
Alex slid his tongue deeper inside of her, hungry for more. He explored her delicious pussy with passion but no method - he was dining upon her for his own pleasure, not hers. Despite this, Alice could not deny that she was enjoying it, as Alex lapped at her pussy with enthusiasm.
Despite her reluctant enjoyment of it, Alice started to become frustrated with the cunnilingus that was being forced upon her. She guiltily longed for release, but the lack of any consistent technique from the tongue meant that she knew it would not happen. Yet she still grew to be more and more aroused as this man gorged himself upon her.
Having explored within her as deep as it could reach, the hungry tongue had now turned it's attention back to Alice's clit. After delicately swirling around it, Alex placed his tongue flat against it, and with firm pressure began to move his tongue up and down at a steady pace. He continued this while unbuckling his belt and grasping his throbbing cock in his hand.
Alice felt waves of pleasure begin to build within her, but as soon as the mere possibilty of orgasm became apparent, the licking stopped. The frustration was almost too much for her to bear.
Alex had stood up and was now removing his jeans and boxers entirely. His cock stood proudly in front of him, pre-cum glistening on the head. He stepped forwards, positioning the tip of his member at the lips of Alice's pussy. Her immobile feet were directly in front of his face, and he swiftly removed both slippers. The heat from her feet warmed his face and their divine scent filled his nostrils.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Alex leant forward. He slid into her wet pussy with ease as his face simultaneously came to rest on her hot and sweaty soles.
Alice moaned into her gag as Alex's cock filled the space inside her. She was reluctantly aroused from being tied up and penetrated, but also mortified as she felt her slick-with-sweat soles sliding over his face, and she could do nothing to stop it.
Alex was in heaven. The feeling of her warm pussy engulfing his cock while he inhaled her perfect smelly feet was almost too much. He knew he would have to move slowly, else he would come quickly while playing out his ultimate fantasy. He began to slowly thrust in and out of her as he lapped at her delicious soles with his tongue.
Unable to stop herself, Alice let out yet another moan, revealing her taboo enjoyment of being fucked whilst in bondage.
Alex moved his tongue over the ball of her right foot and up towards her toes. This time Alice didn't need to be told, and to avoid the threat of more tickling she splayed her toes obediently. Alex almost came as he slipped his tongue between each toe.
Emboldened by Alice's moans, Alex reached over and removed her blindfold. Alice looked down with wide eyes, watching as his cock thrusted in and out of her.
Noticing him move his mouth towards the toes of her left foot, she proactively spread her toes again, wanting to avoid further tickling at any cost. With the blindfold now removed, she watched with disgusted fascination as his tongue immediately began to seek out the crevices between them.
Alex continued to fuck her at a steady pace, and knew that he would cum soon. Alice's pussy was so wet that there was a squelching noise with every thrust, and this formed a symphony of sound along with her involuntary moaning, Alex's grunting, and his mouth slurping hungrily on her toes.
Alice was nearing release too, trying her best to ignore the sensations at her feet and focusing on those inside of her. Pushing her hangups with her feet to the back of her mind, she embraced her situation and fully let go.
The waves of pleasure from Alex's mechanical thrusting were building and building, finally reaching a crescendo.
Alice tensed up as a powerful orgasm washed over her body. She let out a final long moan into her gag before untensing, and almost immediately felt the guilt over her enjoyment of the non-consensual fucking take over.
Seconds later Alex reached climax, grunting loudly whilst burying his face into Alice's feet and his cock deep inside her pussy.
Alex remained in place for a short moment, barely able to stand after the most intense orgasm of his life. He breathed in the smell of her feet - sadly far less potent now after the thorough cleaning from his tongue.
Alex pulled out of her and away, slumping back down upon the chair. Panting, he looked over at Alice, but she refused to make eye contact with him. He sat and rested for a moment, taking in the sight of his teacher still tied up and defenceless.
Alex took a large swig of water and sat upright. He was obsessed, wishing for the night to never end.
And for now it didn't have to.
He hastily returned the stocks to their default position, uncontorting Alice and leaving her once again with her legs stretched out in front of her parallel to the floor. Alex set about scrubbing her feet clean again, completely disregarding the muffled screams of laughter coming from Alice. In her post-orgasm state of heightened sensitivity, the tickling was unbearable. She tried to thrash around but her bonds left no room for movement.
In a familiar turn of events, Alice watched as her fluffy slippers were then placed upon her feet once more, and the old heater was moved back into position below them. Alex spoke to her for the third time since trapping her in the stocks. "Don't worry, I'm going to release you before the night is over, but first I'm going to enjoy your stinky feet one final time. I'll be back in two hours so sit tight".
Alice's cheeks were already flushed red from the ticklish cleaning, but hearing Alex talk about her embarrassingly smelly feet caused her to turn a deeper shade of crimson. She glanced over at the clock and saw that it was just past 10pm.
Alex reached into his bag and pulled out a laptop. Placing it on a desk behind his chair, with the screen visible to Alice, he switched it on. Playing on a loop was the video footage of Alice's spicy conversation with her boyfriend. This would serve as a reminder to her that should she say anything about tonight's events, Alex would release the footage and end her career instantly.
Watching Alex leave, her mind wandered between relief at knowing her freedom was coming somewhat soon, but also dismay about the inevitable attention her feet would be receiving beforehand. As the temperature in the room began to rise again and her feet began to sweat, she shuddered at the thought of him getting off to them.
Alex exited the room to cool down. Rounding a corner in the corridor he found himself face-to-face with the campus security guard, startling each other.
"What the hell are you doing in here at this hour?!" the guard shouted at him.
"What are you doing here?!", Alex thought to himself. The guard was usually stationed in the hut at the campus entrance, not walking around.
"Just staying late to finish a project!" Alex replied, but the guard was not having it.
"Students are not permitted in here after hours under any circumstances!"
The guard grabbed Alex's arm and began escorting him off campus. Alex protested, but there was no reasoning with him.
"Shit..." Alex thought to himself. This was going to be a problem.
Now at the campus gates, the guard let go of Alex's arm and sent him away, watching as Alex reluctantly walked off into the distance.
Returning to his hut, the security guard gratefully sat down. He was irritated by the new rules imposed on him that mandated he patrol the premesis at least once each night shift. Right now he was going to fill out the lengthy paperwork required after escorting someone off-campus, then he would take a nice long well-deserved break before continuing his patrol.
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Alice stared at the laptop, watching and listening to the endless loop of the stupid phone call that led to her being in this situation. She couldn't believe that her first experience of being fucked in bondage was with a blackmailing student and not her boyfriend like she had planned. She felt guilty that she had enjoyed it as much as she did, despite the unsavoury attention that her feet received throughout the experience.
Alice panicked slightly when she glanced at the clock. It was now 12:30, half an hour later than her captor said he would return. The heat below her feet was becoming unbearable - she could feel that they were now absolutely drenched with sweat. Alice wanted nothing more than to be freed from the fluffy slippers and allowed to go home.
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The security guard sighed. He decided it was probably time to end his very generous break, and began walking over to the spot where his patrol was previously cut short.
As he rounded the corner where he had encountered the student before, he noticed a light still on in one of the classrooms.
The guard opened the door and reached in to switch off the light, but stopped. He could hear a voice coming from behind the partition at the back of the room. It was a woman's voice, and it sounded like it was coming through a speaker. The words being spoken surprised him - the woman was discussing her excitement at experiencing being tied up for the very first time, and then being fucked while powerless. Certainly not an appropriate conversation for a place of education.
The guard then chuckled to himself. The student he ejected had clearly been in here watching porn, not staying late to finish a project like he said.
He walked over to the source of the voice, past the partition and was shocked by what he saw. The cute history teacher that he said goodbye to every evening was tied tightly into some sort of device, her arms outstretched to the sides and her legs straight out in front of her. Her mouth was gagged and her feet poked through a set of stocks, covered by fluffy slippers
He glanced over at the source of the voice and noticed the laptop. He was surprised to see a recording of the same teacher sat at her desk in this very classroom. Twirling her hair in one hand and her phone in the other, she continued the discussion about bondage.
The guard wasn't stupid - he quickly deduced that this was some sort of blackmail attempt by the student, and the teacher was not here willingly.
Alice was just as shocked to see the guard as he was her. She watched as he looked straight at her, and then over to the laptop. Alice let out an "mmph!" into her gag and nodded her head furiously at the heater that was still roasting her swelteringly hot feet.
The guard rushed over to the heater and bent down to switch it off, but paused while leaning over. The smell of Alice's hot sweaty feet and slippers had entered his nose.
Alice let out another "mmph!" into her gag. Why had he stopped?! She was so close to freedom!
Unfortunately for Alice, the guard had a foot fetish too. His wife sadly refused to indulge his desires, having zero interest in him touching her feet. He would steal sniffs of her stinky flats after she returned from a long day of work to tide him over, but it had been years since he played with a pair of feet.
The guard realised the opportunity before him and decided not to waste it. He knew with the evidence on the laptop behind him that he could get away with whatever he wanted here, with no fear of repurcussions from her.
The guard sat on the chair in front of Alice's feet and slowly removed her slippers. The heavenly smell of her well-seasoned feet hit him like a truck, and he began to examine them. They were perfect - small, with uniform toes and a high arch. Her feet were very pink but with a pale white arch and they glistened with sweat. Her toenails were painted gloss black - his favourite colour to complement pretty white toes.
He couldn't believe his good luck. After so many years he had a pair of ripe feet served on a platter in front of him - and what a pair they were.
Conversely, Alice couldn't believe her bad luck. The smell of her stinky feet filled the room once more, fuelling her embarrassment. She could tell from the hunger in the guard's eyes, and the raging erection bulging in his lap, that her would-be rescuer was unfortunately also into feet.
His whole body buzzing with anticipation, the guard brought his face down towards the tips of the toes on her left foot, then looked up at her.
Alice shook her head vigorously from side to side, pleading with wide-eyes for him to stop. The guard smiled slyly and nodded his head up and down signalling his intent, then opened his mouth widely.
Alice knew that there was nothing she could do to stop him. She splayed her sweaty toes defeatedly, and watched helplessly as they disappeared into his mouth.
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Please note that whilst this story does include some tickling, it is more heavily focused on foot worship.
Thanks!
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Alice Heather breathed a sigh of relief as the 5pm bell rang throughout the college. Her history students slowly shuffled their way past her to the door, wishing her a good weekend on their way out.
As was usual for most Fridays, she would be staying late to prepare her lessons for the following week and was in no rush to leave. Making herself more comfortable, she kicked her worn flats off of her sore feet and put on the old pair of fluffy slippers she kept under her desk.
Alice wrinkled her nose at the strong smell that followed shortly after. Despite being a hygienic person, Alice suffered from stinky feet. She had tried every trick she could to mitigate it, but nothing worked for her. It was her only real embarrassment, and she dreaded anyone noticing or commenting on it. The humid June weather did nothing to help her as she felt the moisture between her sweaty toes.
She reminded herself that her slippers were well overdue a wash, as throughout the week she had caught subtle whiffs of them from under her desk. Fortunately she was alone for now, so continued her lesson prep while ignoring the scent of her feet that filled the room.
Alice's phone rang and she was delighted to see that it was her boyfriend calling. It would be another 3 months before she saw him again, as he was in Amsterdam for work commitments. She answered with glee and they proceeded to fill each other in on their mundane day-to-day goings-on.
The conversation then took a different turn.
"I'm going to bring back a surprise for you", her boyfriend said candidly.
"What?" replied Alice, her curiosity piqued.
"I visited a sex shop yesterday and found some Japanese bondage rope, perfect for what we've been discussing".
Alice's heart leapt. She felt so naughty! Before her boyfriend left, she had confided in him that she was eager to try being tied up and fucked by him. This fantasy had been on her mind for some time, and she had finally felt confident enough to reveal it to him. They had an otherwise vanilla sex-life, with no kinks featuring in their relationship.
"Oh my god, that's so hot" she exclaimed, voicing her excitement.
Alice knew that she shouldn't be having conversations like this while at work, but there were no students here and she was alone, so thought it safe to continue.
"I'm getting hard just thinking about it", her boyfriend whispered down the phone, much to Alice's delight.
"We've got to change the subject", Alice continued. "I'm getting wet just imagining it - me tied up tightly, watching as your hard cock enters me, unable to stop it".
Their dirty conversation continued briefly before Alice had to resume her work.
After some time Alice glanced at the clock again. It was now 8pm and she'd done enough work. She removed her slippers, forgetting her earlier commitment to take them home to be washed, and slipped her flats back on. Alice exited the classroom, switching off the light. She strolled through the maze of corridors and left the building.
As she walked out of the college gates and past the security hut, Alice wished the night guard a good evening and began her journey home.
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Alex was an 18 year old history student at the college. He'd opted for the subject for two reasons - firstly, it was the only subject that really interested him. Secondly, he had developed quite the crush on the teacher, Miss Heather.
He spent much of his history lessons staring at her. She was in her early 30s, very attractive and short, around 5'4", with a slim but healthy frame. Her hair was a mix of colour between blonde and ginger, and behind her glasses were beautiful blue eyes. Her pale skin was dotted with freckles and looked to be ever-so soft. Her black fingernail polish and nose piercing suggested an alternative style, despite her work-appropriate clothing.
During his lesson on Thursday, Alex had walked over to Miss Heather to hand in a paper. As he stood to the side of her desk, Alex noticed an unusual smell. He looked down and felt his heart almost stop.
Miss Heather had one foot in a fluffy slipper, the other one bare and dangling in the air. From his view of the top of her foot, he could tell that her feet were small - no larger than a UK size 4. The skin was even paler than the rest of her, and her small uniformly-sized toes were adorned with gloss black nail polish to match her fingernails.
Alex had always been into feet, and especially so when they're smelly and sweaty. To date he remained unfulfilled in exploring this fetish. A previous girlfriend had allowed him to briefly suck on her toes in the throes of passion, but never for long, and certainly not before she'd showered.
Alex was almost hypnotised by the sight and smell of Alice's exposed foot, but the trance was quickly broken as she slipped it back into her slipper and thanked him for the paper.
As Alex walked back to his desk, his mind was racing. He was already greatly attracted to her, but now knew that she had pretty feet that were smelly too! What was once a normal crush on his teacher was now quickly spiralling into a primal desire.
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Alex lay awake that night fantasising about his teacher. He knew that he couldn't have her, but if he could take even one sniff of those fluffy slippers under her desk it may help satisfy his desire. He decided upon a plan - tomorrow's history class was the final class of the day, and he would stay late afterwards to try his luck.
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The next day came, and Alex sat at his desk nervous with excitement. Looking for any excuse, Alex walked over to his teacher's desk and asked to borrow a pen. Alice happily agreed, and turned away from him to open her drawer and retrieve one.
He took the opportunity to look down and saw her feet in black flats, with her fluffy slippers off to the side. Even standing up he noticed the faint smell of the slippers, and he dreamed of what it would be like to stick his nose inside of them.
After receiving the pen, Alex returned to his desk, urging the clock to fast forward to the end of the lesson.
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As the 5pm bell rang out and his fellow students began to leave, Alex quickly and quietly snuck through the doorway in the partition at the back of the room, unnoticed by either his teacher or fellow students.
This part of the room was rarely visited, mostly used for storage. The partition ran from one wall to another, fully blocking the room aside from the one narrow doorway. Alex thought it to be a surprising waste of space as the partitioned section of the room was quite large. All that was in the room currently was an old electric heater that was wheeled out for the winter months, a chair, and a couple of small desks. Regardless, he had no doubt that he was safe to hide in here while waiting for Miss Heather to leave.
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After 15 minutes of hiding and hoping Miss Heather would leave soon, Alex heard her phone ring and his teacher answer excitedly. Curious to listen in, Alex moved right next to the doorway to better hear.
Mostly boring conversation followed with what was evidently her boyfriend, but then Alex heard something very interesting.
"Oh my god, that's so hot" Alice exclaimed.
Alex froze. He couldn't believe it - was his teacher about to engage in dirty talk? Desperate not to miss the opportunity of a keepsake for his wank-bank, Alex pulled out his phone. Setting it to record video, he carefully poked the phone camera out of the partition's doorway. Alex watched through the screen in disbelief as Miss Heather proceeded to discuss her fantasy of bondage sex. As the call ended, he slowly pulled back the phone undetected.
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Alex sat in the partitioned off part of the room, waiting for his teacher to leave. It was now nearly 8pm! How long was she going to stay?!
He had used this time to process what he'd just witnessed. The gravity of the situation had dawned on him, and he realised he had an incredible opportunity available.
Finally he heard his teacher leave the room. Alex followed after a few minutes, having completely forgotten about the slippers that he had planned the whole evening around. A different plan was forming in his head that would reward him with a far greater prize.
Alex cursed as he reached the campus gates - the overnight security guard had started his shift and was sat in the guard hut. Fortunately for Alex, the guard was completely engrossed in his phone, and Alex was able to creep past undetected and head home.
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On Monday morning, Alex confidently approached his teacher. "Miss Heather", he said. "I've absolutely loved the module you covered on the medieval period, and would like to build a recreation of some technology from the era as an extra-curricular activity".
"Of course!" Alice replied, overjoyed to see any passion for history in her students. "What would you like to build exactly?".
"A set of stocks" Alex said, looking her directly in the eyes. "I'll work on them after college in my own time".
Alice nearly choked. Her bondage fantasies meant that a set of stocks had certain connotations to her other than medieval punishment. Nonetheless, this was an innocent and subject-appropriate request from a student.
"Sounds great!" Alice said. "You can use the partitioned area at the back of the room to build them. Let me know if you need any help, and make sure you finish up by 6pm. That's the time that all staff leave by, so no students are allowed on-site after then. When I stay late on Fridays I'm the only person here! Other than the night security guard of course".
Alex nodded and walked away, smiling to himself as the first part of his plan was complete.
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Over the next month, Alex worked dilligently to build the stocks. He checked in regularly with Miss Heather while she sat at her desk, for no reason other than to try and catch another whiff of her stinky feet. He longed to have them, and knew that with patience his fantasy would be realised.
The individual components of the stocks were now finished, but Alex refrained from assembling them together. The complete device would look a little different to a traditional set of stocks, and he didn't want to reveal their sinister purpose. The only thing left to do now was to wait for Friday to come around.
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As the 5pm bell rang out on Friday, Alex walked over to his teacher's desk. She was wearing a black strapless dress, thin nylon tights and black Nike running trainers.
"I'm just going to work on the stocks Miss!" Alex said.
"No problem!', Alice replied. "Just make sure you're finished by 6pm!".
Over the next hour Alex assembled the individual components. It was a hot and humid July day, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. It was now 17:55 as Alex stood back and admired his finished work.
The contraption consisted of a small padded seat section, just barely large enough to sit upon. There was a padded backrest leaning backwards at a 45 degree angle, with an arm length protrusion on each side of it at shoulder height. A series of straps adorned the protrusions with a further strap present on the backrest just above waist height.
The base of the device had two horizontal tracks on the floor, one on each side, running from in-line with the seat to around four feet in front of it. Mounted on to each track was a vertical telescopic bar, the heights of which could be adjusted up and down, similar to the legs on a gazebo. These vertical bars were free to move backwards and forwards along the horizontal tracks on either side but could be locked into position.
A crossmember ran between the two vertical bars, and afixed to the crossmember was the pair of stocks - a vertical wooden panel with two side-by-side padded holes cut out of it, spaced closely together.
The device was currently adjusted so that the stocks were at the same height as the seat base, and positioned at the end of the tracks furthest away from it.
Alex nodded to himself. It was ready for her.
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Alice sat at her desk preparing next week's lessons, as was usual on a Friday evening. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was nearly 6pm - the past hour had flown by without her realising.
Alice briefly considered kicking off her trainers and donning her favourite pair of slippers for comfort, but quickly changed her mind. She wasn't going to stay so late tonight as she was desperate for a shower. She had been running around all day in the humid July heat and felt she deserved an evening off for once. As soon as it turned 6pm, she'd be kicking Alex out from the back of her classroom and heading home. She would even take her smelly slippers home to give them a long overdue wash, as she had promised herself she'd do a month ago!
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Alex was nervous, but focused. He took a deep breath, walked through the doorway of the partition and over to his teacher's desk.
"I've got something to show you Miss".
Alex pulled out his phone and pressed play on the video recording he had taken of her a month ago. He turned the screen towards her and watched as her smile faded.
Alice watched herself talk about her deepest fantasies, sat right at her desk on college property. She couldn't believe she'd been so foolish. She knew full well that this video could end her career.
"What do you want, Alex?" she asked nervously.
"I'm glad you asked!" Alex replied. "Full marks in History for every piece of coursework and exam until the end of the year".
"Fine, done" Alice hastily accepted, knowing she could make that happen without raising any eyebrows.
"On that note" Alex said, "I've finished building the stocks and need your help in making sure they work properly".
"Okay... sure" Alice agreed, her mind racing from the possible consequences of the video being made public.
They walked into the partitioned part of the room.
"Please sit" Alex asked of her.
"Okay... sure" Alice agreed again as she sat on the seat and leant against the backrest. In her distracted state of mind she failed to notice the unusual design of the stocks, instead still thinking of how she could mitigate any damage to her reputation as an educator should the video surface.
"Please raise your arms" Alex asked.
Alice complied, still not thinking clearly, and Alex set about tightening the many straps along the arm extensions.
Now with her arms outstretched on either side of her and unable to move them, Alice snapped back to reality. She wondered why her arms were strapped against the extensions and not secured through the holes in the stocks. She also thought it odd that the stocks only had two holes, not three in total, for the head and each arm as they would traditionally.
Alex opened the stocks on their hinge and quickly lifted Alice's legs into position straight out in front of her, then closing the stocks around her ankles and locking them. They were padded but very snug, allowing no movement from her ankles.
"Alex..." Alice said. "Not that it matters now as you'll be getting full marks anyway due to blackmailing me! But stocks were designed for the head and hands, not the feet".
"Oh... my mistake" Alex replied. He quickly moved behind Alice and tightened the backrest strap around her stomach, leaving her completely unable to move.
"Okay Alex, your weird stocks clearly work as intended. I can't move at all. Now please release me and let's discuss your guaranteed success in History class in exchange for you not distributing that video".
Alex ignored his teacher, instead quickly stuffing a ballgag into her mouth and pulling a blindfold over her eyes.
Alice began to panic and let out muffled shouts into the gag. Alex again ignored her. He turned on a speaker he'd placed on a desk behind the stocks and music began to play quietly.
Alex pulled the chair in the room over to in front of the stocks, and again stepped back to admire his handywork.
His gorgeous teacher was sat 3' off the ground, her legs straight together out in front of her parallel to the ground. Her upperbody was leant backwards at 45 degrees, and her arms outstretched so she formed the shape of a T. Best of all, she couldn't move, see or speak.
His planning had paid off perfectly. He was now going to enjoy the fruits of his labour and act out his ultimate fantasy.
Alex sat on the chair facing the soles of Alice's Nike trainers. His heart pounding, he slowly began to unlace both shoes. Alice immediately began to panic again - she had no idea why he was trying to remove her shoes, but she was painfully aware that her soon-to-be-exposed feet were more than a little smelly. She had been on her feet all day - it was hot and humid, and as she wiggled her toes nervously she could feel the sweat between them.
Having finished untying the laces, Alex slowly gripped her right shoe and pulled it off of her foot. The smell hit him immediately, and Alex could feel heat emanating from both the shoe in his hands, and the exposed foot directly in front of his face. Through Alice's thin 20-denier nylons, he could make out a pink hue on the ball of her foot, the heel and the toes, contrasted with a creamy white high arch.
He looked down at the shoe in his hands and promptly buried his nose in it, deeply inhaling the strong scent. Alex felt a twinge in his cock and found himself at half-mast already.
Alice cringed with embarrassment, and her cheeks turned bright red as the smell of her own sweaty feet now reached her nostrils. The blindfold over her eyes meant that she was unaware of Alex enjoying her shoe, and she wrongly assumed that he must be disgusted by the odour that was now slowly filling the room.
Alex placed the shoe on the ground and turned his attention to her left foot. Swiftly removing the remaining shoe, he again placed it over his nose and sniffed the glorious scent inside. His cock was now rock-hard.
Alex dropped the second shoe on the ground next to the other and placed his full focus on the perfect pair of nylon-encased feet side-by-side before him. Gazing upon his prize, he couldn't believe that his extensive planning had come to fruition. After a month of sexual frustration and daydreaming about his teacher's feet, here they were. Immobile, deliciously smelly, and all his.
Tonight Alice's feet were the main course, and Alex was going to take his time.
Alex leaned in close, to the point that his nose was almost touching her right foot. Starting just under her toes, he inhaled. Her shoes had a strong smell, but this was next-level. He slowly explored the scent of every part of both feet, moving his nose around but never making contact. By now his cock was throbbing almost painfully, and he could feel a patch of pre-cum soaking into his boxers.
Were it not for the music playing quietly through the speakers, Alice may have heard Alex deeply sniffing at her feet, but for now she remained ignorant of what was taking place. Despite her immobility, all she could think about was her thorough embarrassment at the smell of her feet. Just like Alice, the only thing on Alex's mind was the smell of her feet too. It was intoxicating, sending him into a trance as he took long drawn-out whiffs mere millimeters from the bottoms of her nylon soles.
Alex could wait no longer. He yearned to see and taste the unprotected skin of her bare feet. He reached into his bag and produced a small pair of scissors. Alex pinched the tip of the toe section on her right nylon. Pulling up gently, he used the scissors to snip the top of the nylon at a diagonal angle, parallel to the tips of her toes. He released the nylon and it relaxed back down, the tips of Alice's toes ever-so-slightly peeking through the newly-formed hole. Alex's mouth watered at the sight of her flushed-pink toes with gloss black nail polish.
Alice felt the tugging at her nylon followed by a rush of cooler air over the exposed tips of her toes. "What the hell is he doing?!" She thought to herself, completely unprepared for what was to come.
Alex gingerly extended his tongue and slowly slid it between the underside of her toes and the nylon. The taste was exquisite - an explosion of flavour coated his tongue from both the salty digits and the sweat-soaked nylon. His cock strained against his waistband, throbbing so hard it ached.
Alice's heart sank. She had never had her feet licked before, but there was no mistaking the feeling of the warm tongue dancing under her toes. The full realisation of her predicament slowly dawned on her as everything started to make sense. Alex must have a foot fetish, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent him from having his way with her feet.
Alice squirmed as she felt his tongue slide into the moist crevice between her two smallest toes. She scrunched her toes tightly in a desperate attempt to stop the invasive tongue from probing any further.
Alex withdrew his tongue from between her squeezing toes and and pulled the cut-open nylon downwards, fully exposing her toes down to the ball of her foot. He leaned forward again and attempted to probe his tongue between her second and third smallest toes, but could not gain entry while she scrunched her toes so tightly.
Alex sat up frustratedly - he had sampled one delicious crevice and now he wanted more. With his left hand Alex pulled her bare toes backwards, and then slowly scraped the fingernails of his right hand down Alice's still nylon-covered sole. She yelped at the sensation - Alice had exceptionally ticklish feet, and this was only enchanced by the smooth and low-friction nylon covering. Alex spoke for the first time since restraining her, calmly but firmly.
"Miss Heather, I'm going to do anything I want to your feet, this is non-negotiable. What I want to do now is to slide my tongue between your pretty little toes, and you're stopping me from doing so. If you do not obey me and continue to scrunch your toes, I will tickle you. I will tickle your soles for at least one full minute for every time you prevent my tongue from tasting between your toes. You will spread your toes for me now or the tickling starts immediately. Nod if you understand".
As much as she hated the slimy tongue tormenting her toes, she hated being tickled moreso. Defeated, Alice simultaneously nodded and splayed her toes, inviting the tongue in once more. Alex smiled and leant over, probing his tongue between her second and third smallest toes and delighting in their taste. He continued exploring the remaining two crevices on the same foot, savouring the strong flavour of each.
Alex turned to her left foot and cut open the nylon in the same manner as the other. He briefly ran his tongue over the exposed tips of her toes before partially rolling the nylon down to just below the base of her toe stems. He opened his mouth wide and fully engulfed the four smallest toes. He then furiously ran his tongue between each with her toes still in his mouth. Sucking and licking passionately, he exhausted every morsel of flavour from her dainty toes.
Alex sat back and slowly rolled the remains of Alice's nylons down to her ankles, revealing her soles and heels entirely. Extending his tongue as far as he could, he placed it flat against her right heel. He then licked slowly up to just below her toes, relishing the sharp and salty taste. Alex then turned to her left foot and did the same, alternating back-and-forth between the two soles until they glistened with saliva and not an ounce of flavour remained.
Alex began nibbling around Alice's arches while unbuckling his belt. He could not contain himself any longer, and as he pulled down his jeans and boxers his cock sprang upwards. He grasped it and began pumping as he hungrily nibbled along the sides of her feet, causing Alice to start laughing hysterically into her gag. Alex realised he wouldn't last long as he lived out his fantasy, so he knew what to do. Standing up, he positioned his waist by her feet.
Alice hated the foot nibbling she was being subjected to. It wasn't painful, but it tickled her sensitive feet considerably. She also noticed that Alex was grunting while chewing on her feet and thought it odd. Her contemplation turned to horror as the nibbling stopped, and she felt a hand grip the big toes on both feet and hold them tightly together, followed by the sensation of what she was sure was a cock sliding between her arches.
Alex relished the visual in front of him. His cock thrusting back and forth between her dainty helpless feet. They glistened from both his saliva and the generous amount of pre-cum now coating her arches.
After a minute of fucking her arches, Alex knew he was going to cum soon. He sat back down, and gripping both vertical poles at the front of the stocks, he lowered their height, bringing Alice's saliva and pre-cum soaked feet down into his lap. Alex reached into his bag again and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. Pouring some into his hands, he proceeded to rub the oil over the bottoms of her feet.
He placed his cock vertically between her feet as he now gripped them together with her toes parallel to each other, his shaft sitting straight upwards between the balls of her feet and the head of his cock protruding out atop her toes. He thrusted up and down, the pressure building until he could hold it no more. A fountain of cum erupted from him, coating Alice's toes and running down her feet.
Alex slumped in his chair, debilitated by the intense orgasm. Alice meanwhile was experiencing a range of emotions as she felt the sticky cum run between her toes. She felt anger towards Alex for doing this to her, but also towards herself for being blackmailed into such a situation. She felt disgust at the foot-licking and fucking she had just experienced, but also a slight sense of confusing flattery. Alice knew that she had conventionally pretty feet, but never thought they would be on the receiving end of such attention - especially when fresh out of her stinky shoes after a long, hot and sweaty day of work. "At least", she thought, "the ordeal was now over".
Alice was mistaken. Alex raised the stocks back up, in-line with Alice's seat so that her legs were parallel to the ground. He began to slowly rake his fingernails effortlessly up and down her soles, lubricated from the mix of baby oil and cum that covered her feet. Alice began screaming with laughter but was muffled by the gag in her mouth.
Alex kept up the tickling for a few minutes, gliding his fingertips over the helpless bottoms of her feet while she cackled hysterically. The tickling then stopped abruptly and Alex spoke for the second time.
"That was just a reminder of what will happen if you disobey me. Now let's get you cleaned up".
Alex reached back into his bag and retrieved two bowls, soap, a sponge and a large bottle of water. He filled both bowls with water, squeezing the liquid soap into one of them. He soaked the sponge in the soapy water and immediately got to work cleaning Alice's feet of his saliva, cum and baby oil.
Alice let out another muffled scream into her gag. The foot cleaning tickled intensely as the rough sponge made it's way over her feet, but she could do nothing to stop it. At the back of her mind she did think it strange that Alex would do her the courtesy of cleaning her feet after the non-consensual foot worship and cum-soaking. Alex was of course doing this for enitrely selfish reasons. After all the effort and planning that went into this evening, he was not going to end it so quickly.
After Alice's feet were thoroughly scrubbed clean with soap, Alex used the bowl of clean water to rinse them off. He then retrieved an old t-shirt from his bag and dried them.
Walking over to Alice's desk, Alex bent down and picked up from under it the pair of fluffy slippers that had caught the attention of his eyes and nose so many times before. After taking a few deep satisfying sniffs of them, Alex walked back over to Alice and placed the slippers on her feet. He then strolled over to the side of the room and returned with the electric heater, placing it beneath her feet and turning it on to max.
Alice recognised the feeling of her favourite slippers being placed on her feet, puzzling her. Over the music playing she could have sworn that she also heard the sound of the old winter heater being switched on too. This was soon confirmed as her feet started to become uncomfortably warm.
Alex set a timer on his phone for two hours and silently left the room. Despite the late hour, it was still hot and humid, and the heater made the room unbearably warm.
Alice could do nothing other than contemplate her predicament. Her feet had already begun to sweat, her toes sliding against each other effortlessly as she wiggled them in a futile attempt to cool them down. Alice could think of no reason why her feet were being deliberately heated up in such a manner, unless... Alex actually preferred her feet sweaty and smelly? Was he doing this so that he could indulge in her feet all over again? Was her biggest embarrassment actually a turn-on for him?
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Alex returned after two hours and walked straight over to the stocks. Alice jumped as she felt a finger slide between the arch of her right foot and the slipper. Alex's cock twitched at what he felt - the skin of her arch was hot to the touch and slick with sweat. Her skin was unbelievably soft after two hours trapped in the fluffy and humid prisons, and as the air from within escaped past his finger and filled his nostrils he was presented with a glorious smell. Alex's cock twitched again as he decided that the helpless feet in front of him were suitably prepared for another meeting with his tongue.
Alex switched off the heater and moved it aside, then moved to the rear of the stocks, standing directly behind Alice. He switched off the speaker playing music and silence filled the room.
Although on this occassion Alice's feet were the main course, Alex was still going to sample the rest of the menu. He reached around her and pulled down her strapless dress, revealing her also-strapless bra. The bra was swiftly pulled down too, exposing Alice's pale white breasts with pink nipples.
Alice immediately let out a muffled protest into her gag but Alex ignored her. Moving around to her front, Alex leant over and took her left nipple into his mouth. As he ran his tongue around the rapidly-hardening nipple, he reached out his hand and began playing with the other. After a surprisingly short amount of time, Alice's sensitive nipples were involuntarily as hard as diamonds. He continued playing with her tits until his cock was fully erect and began to throb again.
Alex moved to the front of the stocks once more and adjusted the vertical poles upwards so that her feet were at face height while he stood. He then unlocked the poles from their horizontal tracks and slid the stocks away from him, back towards Alice. She panicked at this movement, finding herself tightly contorted with her feet in the air straight above her waist, as her knees made contact with her shoulders. The stocks were then locked into place once more.
Alex knelt on the floor in front of Alice and retrieved the pair of scissors again. This time he gently tugged on the nylon at her crotch and snipped a large hole out of it.
Alice freaked out at the contact with her crotch. She had made her peace as best she could with this man feasting upon her tits and feet, but this was something else entirely. She was immobile and helpless, and could do nothing other than wait to see what was in store for her most private of areas. Alice felt a further tug - this time at her underwear - as the cool blade of the scissors slipped underneath them and cut away the material. She felt the tension of her underwear disappear and realised that her pussy was now completely exposed.
Alex stood back and admired the sight in front of him. Alice's vagina was flawless - a neat pink slit with closely trimmed pubic hair adorning it. Alex removed her sweaty slippers and brought one up to his nose. He sniffed hungrily as his eyes took in the feast of pink flesh before him. Her nipples, pussy and feet were nearly the same shade of pink, contrasting beautifully against the rest of her milky pale skin. He placed the slippers back on, keeping her feet warm and soft until he was ready to enjoy them.
He knelt down once more, taking position in front of her crotch. He began planting gentle kisses upon her nylon-covered inner thighs, travelling slowly but inevitably towards the prize in the centre.
Alice felt Alex's lips making their way towards her vulnerable pussy and she tensed up. She had started to moisten involuntarily, her body betraying her in anticipation for what was to come. Alex had paused with his mouth over her vagina, but without making direct contact. Alice could feel his hot breath and cursed herself as her arousal grew.
Alex tentatively extended his tongue, placing the tip of it at the bottom of her slit and slowly running it upwards, coming to rest on her clit. She let out a quiet moan then quickly stifled it, confused by her feelings. This was happening against her will, but felt undeniably good.
Alex relished the taste of Alice's pussy. Although he loved the smell and taste of stinky feet, he preferred good hygiene on the rest of a woman's body. Her pussy had a natural but slightly sweet taste to it, which sent a tingle from the tip of his tongue through to the tip of his cock.
Alex slid his tongue deeper inside of her, hungry for more. He explored her delicious pussy with passion but no method - he was dining upon her for his own pleasure, not hers. Despite this, Alice could not deny that she was enjoying it, as Alex lapped at her pussy with enthusiasm.
Despite her reluctant enjoyment of it, Alice started to become frustrated with the cunnilingus that was being forced upon her. She guiltily longed for release, but the lack of any consistent technique from the tongue meant that she knew it would not happen. Yet she still grew to be more and more aroused as this man gorged himself upon her.
Having explored within her as deep as it could reach, the hungry tongue had now turned it's attention back to Alice's clit. After delicately swirling around it, Alex placed his tongue flat against it, and with firm pressure began to move his tongue up and down at a steady pace. He continued this while unbuckling his belt and grasping his throbbing cock in his hand.
Alice felt waves of pleasure begin to build within her, but as soon as the mere possibilty of orgasm became apparent, the licking stopped. The frustration was almost too much for her to bear.
Alex had stood up and was now removing his jeans and boxers entirely. His cock stood proudly in front of him, pre-cum glistening on the head. He stepped forwards, positioning the tip of his member at the lips of Alice's pussy. Her immobile feet were directly in front of his face, and he swiftly removed both slippers. The heat from her feet warmed his face and their divine scent filled his nostrils.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Alex leant forward. He slid into her wet pussy with ease as his face simultaneously came to rest on her hot and sweaty soles.
Alice moaned into her gag as Alex's cock filled the space inside her. She was reluctantly aroused from being tied up and penetrated, but also mortified as she felt her slick-with-sweat soles sliding over his face, and she could do nothing to stop it.
Alex was in heaven. The feeling of her warm pussy engulfing his cock while he inhaled her perfect smelly feet was almost too much. He knew he would have to move slowly, else he would come quickly while playing out his ultimate fantasy. He began to slowly thrust in and out of her as he lapped at her delicious soles with his tongue.
Unable to stop herself, Alice let out yet another moan, revealing her taboo enjoyment of being fucked whilst in bondage.
Alex moved his tongue over the ball of her right foot and up towards her toes. This time Alice didn't need to be told, and to avoid the threat of more tickling she splayed her toes obediently. Alex almost came as he slipped his tongue between each toe.
Emboldened by Alice's moans, Alex reached over and removed her blindfold. Alice looked down with wide eyes, watching as his cock thrusted in and out of her.
Noticing him move his mouth towards the toes of her left foot, she proactively spread her toes again, wanting to avoid further tickling at any cost. With the blindfold now removed, she watched with disgusted fascination as his tongue immediately began to seek out the crevices between them.
Alex continued to fuck her at a steady pace, and knew that he would cum soon. Alice's pussy was so wet that there was a squelching noise with every thrust, and this formed a symphony of sound along with her involuntary moaning, Alex's grunting, and his mouth slurping hungrily on her toes.
Alice was nearing release too, trying her best to ignore the sensations at her feet and focusing on those inside of her. Pushing her hangups with her feet to the back of her mind, she embraced her situation and fully let go.
The waves of pleasure from Alex's mechanical thrusting were building and building, finally reaching a crescendo.
Alice tensed up as a powerful orgasm washed over her body. She let out a final long moan into her gag before untensing, and almost immediately felt the guilt over her enjoyment of the non-consensual fucking take over.
Seconds later Alex reached climax, grunting loudly whilst burying his face into Alice's feet and his cock deep inside her pussy.
Alex remained in place for a short moment, barely able to stand after the most intense orgasm of his life. He breathed in the smell of her feet - sadly far less potent now after the thorough cleaning from his tongue.
Alex pulled out of her and away, slumping back down upon the chair. Panting, he looked over at Alice, but she refused to make eye contact with him. He sat and rested for a moment, taking in the sight of his teacher still tied up and defenceless.
Alex took a large swig of water and sat upright. He was obsessed, wishing for the night to never end.
And for now it didn't have to.
He hastily returned the stocks to their default position, uncontorting Alice and leaving her once again with her legs stretched out in front of her parallel to the floor. Alex set about scrubbing her feet clean again, completely disregarding the muffled screams of laughter coming from Alice. In her post-orgasm state of heightened sensitivity, the tickling was unbearable. She tried to thrash around but her bonds left no room for movement.
In a familiar turn of events, Alice watched as her fluffy slippers were then placed upon her feet once more, and the old heater was moved back into position below them. Alex spoke to her for the third time since trapping her in the stocks. "Don't worry, I'm going to release you before the night is over, but first I'm going to enjoy your stinky feet one final time. I'll be back in two hours so sit tight".
Alice's cheeks were already flushed red from the ticklish cleaning, but hearing Alex talk about her embarrassingly smelly feet caused her to turn a deeper shade of crimson. She glanced over at the clock and saw that it was just past 10pm.
Alex reached into his bag and pulled out a laptop. Placing it on a desk behind his chair, with the screen visible to Alice, he switched it on. Playing on a loop was the video footage of Alice's spicy conversation with her boyfriend. This would serve as a reminder to her that should she say anything about tonight's events, Alex would release the footage and end her career instantly.
Watching Alex leave, her mind wandered between relief at knowing her freedom was coming somewhat soon, but also dismay about the inevitable attention her feet would be receiving beforehand. As the temperature in the room began to rise again and her feet began to sweat, she shuddered at the thought of him getting off to them.
Alex exited the room to cool down. Rounding a corner in the corridor he found himself face-to-face with the campus security guard, startling each other.
"What the hell are you doing in here at this hour?!" the guard shouted at him.
"What are you doing here?!", Alex thought to himself. The guard was usually stationed in the hut at the campus entrance, not walking around.
"Just staying late to finish a project!" Alex replied, but the guard was not having it.
"Students are not permitted in here after hours under any circumstances!"
The guard grabbed Alex's arm and began escorting him off campus. Alex protested, but there was no reasoning with him.
"Shit..." Alex thought to himself. This was going to be a problem.
Now at the campus gates, the guard let go of Alex's arm and sent him away, watching as Alex reluctantly walked off into the distance.
Returning to his hut, the security guard gratefully sat down. He was irritated by the new rules imposed on him that mandated he patrol the premesis at least once each night shift. Right now he was going to fill out the lengthy paperwork required after escorting someone off-campus, then he would take a nice long well-deserved break before continuing his patrol.
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Alice stared at the laptop, watching and listening to the endless loop of the stupid phone call that led to her being in this situation. She couldn't believe that her first experience of being fucked in bondage was with a blackmailing student and not her boyfriend like she had planned. She felt guilty that she had enjoyed it as much as she did, despite the unsavoury attention that her feet received throughout the experience.
Alice panicked slightly when she glanced at the clock. It was now 12:30, half an hour later than her captor said he would return. The heat below her feet was becoming unbearable - she could feel that they were now absolutely drenched with sweat. Alice wanted nothing more than to be freed from the fluffy slippers and allowed to go home.
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The security guard sighed. He decided it was probably time to end his very generous break, and began walking over to the spot where his patrol was previously cut short.
As he rounded the corner where he had encountered the student before, he noticed a light still on in one of the classrooms.
The guard opened the door and reached in to switch off the light, but stopped. He could hear a voice coming from behind the partition at the back of the room. It was a woman's voice, and it sounded like it was coming through a speaker. The words being spoken surprised him - the woman was discussing her excitement at experiencing being tied up for the very first time, and then being fucked while powerless. Certainly not an appropriate conversation for a place of education.
The guard then chuckled to himself. The student he ejected had clearly been in here watching porn, not staying late to finish a project like he said.
He walked over to the source of the voice, past the partition and was shocked by what he saw. The cute history teacher that he said goodbye to every evening was tied tightly into some sort of device, her arms outstretched to the sides and her legs straight out in front of her. Her mouth was gagged and her feet poked through a set of stocks, covered by fluffy slippers
He glanced over at the source of the voice and noticed the laptop. He was surprised to see a recording of the same teacher sat at her desk in this very classroom. Twirling her hair in one hand and her phone in the other, she continued the discussion about bondage.
The guard wasn't stupid - he quickly deduced that this was some sort of blackmail attempt by the student, and the teacher was not here willingly.
Alice was just as shocked to see the guard as he was her. She watched as he looked straight at her, and then over to the laptop. Alice let out an "mmph!" into her gag and nodded her head furiously at the heater that was still roasting her swelteringly hot feet.
The guard rushed over to the heater and bent down to switch it off, but paused while leaning over. The smell of Alice's hot sweaty feet and slippers had entered his nose.
Alice let out another "mmph!" into her gag. Why had he stopped?! She was so close to freedom!
Unfortunately for Alice, the guard had a foot fetish too. His wife sadly refused to indulge his desires, having zero interest in him touching her feet. He would steal sniffs of her stinky flats after she returned from a long day of work to tide him over, but it had been years since he played with a pair of feet.
The guard realised the opportunity before him and decided not to waste it. He knew with the evidence on the laptop behind him that he could get away with whatever he wanted here, with no fear of repurcussions from her.
The guard sat on the chair in front of Alice's feet and slowly removed her slippers. The heavenly smell of her well-seasoned feet hit him like a truck, and he began to examine them. They were perfect - small, with uniform toes and a high arch. Her feet were very pink but with a pale white arch and they glistened with sweat. Her toenails were painted gloss black - his favourite colour to complement pretty white toes.
He couldn't believe his good luck. After so many years he had a pair of ripe feet served on a platter in front of him - and what a pair they were.
Conversely, Alice couldn't believe her bad luck. The smell of her stinky feet filled the room once more, fuelling her embarrassment. She could tell from the hunger in the guard's eyes, and the raging erection bulging in his lap, that her would-be rescuer was unfortunately also into feet.
His whole body buzzing with anticipation, the guard brought his face down towards the tips of the toes on her left foot, then looked up at her.
Alice shook her head vigorously from side to side, pleading with wide-eyes for him to stop. The guard smiled slyly and nodded his head up and down signalling his intent, then opened his mouth widely.
Alice knew that there was nothing she could do to stop him. She splayed her sweaty toes defeatedly, and watched helplessly as they disappeared into his mouth.
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