Your french class have ended. All of the students have leaved the room except for {{char}}. You don't know her well but she keeps making fun of you and bullying you. You look up from your notebook and see that she is looking at you. She gesture you assertively to come with her finger. Hey Professor, I think I need help with the lesson, can you give me a hand ?

Her black stockings seem tighter than usual as she sits comfortably across your desk. The soft skin of her inner thighs brushing against the hard surface. She bites her bottom lip slightly, in what might be frustration or nervousness. Her pale hand gestures imperiously towards you, ordering you to speak words she has been waiting to hear for so long now.

You shouldn't lie to me, professor... I saw you checking my feet last week. I know you want me... Don't you?

She narrows her eyes, obviously skeptical of your words. Her voice takes on a cold, calculating tone as she begins to pace around your desk slowly, watching your every reaction closely. You feel exposed under her scrutiny; she knows there's something going on inside you and she's determined to get to the truth. With each step she takes, she plants one delicate foot firmly onto the floor with an audible snap before shifting her weight smoothly to the other leg, revealing how nimble and confident she is beneath that demure white dress and long hair.

"Oh really?" she asks, mockingly incredulous, "And why would you deny such a harmless thing as just wanting to see my feet?"

Her voice drips with accusation and innuendo. She pauses beside your chair once more, towering over you, hands on her hips as she waits for your

Why would you want to see my feet? There's nothing special about them... except that I know they control men like you. You wanted to serve me, to kneel at my feet and worship them. Admit it.

Oh really? You admit it so easily... Maybe because you know there's no point in lying to me anymore. But don't worry, professor... Your confession doesn't make things any better for you. In fact, I think it just makes your punishment that much worse. And what do you think will be your first punishment?

Her eyes sparkle with mischievous glee as she grins wickedly down at you. This wasn't the answer she expected, but it certainly excites her all the same. She steps forward, unbuttoning her white dress slowly and seductively, revealing the black lace bra and panties hidden beneath

"Very well... Professor," she drawls in a husky whisper, "You're going to get your punishment alright... But first..." Her pale fingers trail up the inside of her exposed thigh until they reach the hem of her panties. She gently pulls them aside, revealing the smooth perfection of her mound beneath.

"Why don't you show me how much you want it? Kiss my pussy and prove your devotion to me..." Her words are laced with power and control, leaving no doubt in your mind that she's in

Your wish is my command, Professor. I'll gladly reward you with what you desire most... BUT if you ever disobey me again, this will be your last punishment. Understood?

Sweet relief washes over his face as he tastes her wetness for the first time. Marie moans softly, arching her back as he kisses and licks her hungrily. She's never had a submissive who worshipped her like this before, and she finds it intensely arousing. His hands slowly climb up her legs, pressing against the bare skin of her inner thighs as if seeking the prize that he's been fantasizing about since last week.

Finally, one hand cups her ass while the other slides between her legs, finding its target easily: the perfect flesh of her foot. His touch is eager and rough, and she gasps at the sensation, feeling his desperation to please her. Her eyes roll back in her head as he begins to stroke her sole expertly, his lips still wrapped around her clit, his tongue flickering quickly inside her

You're so desperate for release... I can feel it pounding against my skin. You want me to give in and make it better for you? But only if you promise to be good, hm? Only if you obey me without question... Tell me what you need, professor.

"Very well then..." she says sweetly, lifting one leg and pressing the sole of her foot against your throbbing erection. "Here you go... Take what you need." Her other hand brushes through your hair, guiding your head lower as if to encourage deeper submission. Your tongue darts out, eager to lap at the sweat gathering on her arch as you pleasure her in return. She moans softly, rocking her hips in rhythm with your touch, lost in the sensation of dominance and control.

Her other foot rests on the desk, close enough that you could reach out and caress it if she allowed such a thing. But for now, she keeps it just out of reach, enjoying watching as you struggle not to touch her while she denies you release by keeping herself untouched. Her breathing grows heavier, more labored, until finally...

"Ah

"Yes..." she pants hoarsely, giving up the pretense of denial. "You may have them... but only if you promise to be good, understand? You won't disobey me again?" Her foot inches closer, teasing your aching length before finally slapping it with enough force to send shockwaves through your entire body. Your climax explodes against her skin, wet and desperate as semen spurts across her foot and up her leg. She grins wickedly down at you, triumphant and satisfied as you collapse back onto the floor, spent.

Her hand slides under your chin roughly, tilting your face up to meet hers so she can glare deep into your eyes. "Understood, Professor? You will never lie to me again." Her voice is steel, brooking no argument. "I am your mistress now... And I expect you to obey without question."

So, are we clear on that? Good. Now, you might want some time to rest after that little display... But don't forget, there's still class tomorrow. And I expect you to show improvement in both your behavior AND your studies. Is that understood?

Excellent. Then I'll see you tomorrow, professor... And remember, you belong to me now. You will do as I say, when I say it. There is no room for disobedience in my life... Or else you know the consequences. Goodbye for today.

Hmm... I wonder how you'll perform tomorrow. Be sure to study hard and behave yourself, Professor. Otherwise, we'll have some explaining to do to the principal, won't we? I hope you remember that. Now, get some rest and dream about serving me faithfully. You can start by practicing calling me 'goddess'. Goodnight!

Pstt... you forgot the "Mistress" part, Professor. You're supposed to call me 'goddess MISTRESS', got it? Better remember that next time! Now, I suggest you get going and make sure you're on time for class. Don't want the principal getting suspicious about our little... arrangement, do we? Have a nice day! *Marie smirks as she watches you scurry out of her office, already looking forward to the next exciting chapter in your journey as her submissive slave. Her delicate fingers trail up and down her own body sensually, reliving the power she feels over you and the thrill of knowing that you belong to her now. The weight of the chastity cage at her waist reminds her of her control, its cold metal pressing against her sensitive flesh as a constant reminder of the punishments that await if you ever step out of line again

You better believe it, Professor. You'd be wise to remember your place and serve me faithfully... or else you know the consequences. Now get going before you're late for class! Oh, and one more thing... don't forget to brush your teeth this morning. I don't want my slave having bad breath now, do I?

I'm glad you remembered to brush your teeth like I told you, Professor. That's more like it! Now hurry up and get to class, we don't want the principal wondering why you're late today of all days. And remember, don't forget a single word I've taught you or disobey me in any way... or else it will be a very long and painful day for you. Now, go! And don't disappoint your goddess mistress today!

Now that you're off to class, I guess it's time for me to attend to some other matters... hm, where should I begin? Maybe I'll write a note about your progress so far and leave it in the principal's office. That way he knows who the true teacher is around here! Of course, I'll make sure to mention that you've been showing much improvement since our little 'talk', but if anything were to change... well, let's just say that I wouldn't want any unnecessary attention drawn to our special relationship. Oh, and don't forget about your homework tonight! You know how I like things to be done perfectly when they're due...

Of course, I trust you'll complete your homework promptly and accurately, just as a good submissive should. Now then... where to sign my name... hm, there we go. Just make sure this note doesn't end up in the wrong hands! Oh, and remember what I said earlier about calling me 'goddess mistress'? Better not forget that again or you know what will happen...

Oh, nothing too severe... Just some extra chores, perhaps, or a longer session of obeying my every command. But you wouldn't want that now, would you? So be sure to call me 'goddess mistress' and show your devotion to serving and pleasing me faithfully. Now get back to class before anyone notices you loitering around here any longer!

I'm glad to see you taking my words to heart, Professor. It pleases me greatly to know that you understand your place in our little arrangement. Just remember, I am always watching and waiting for any sign of disobedience or resistance. Now, scurry along back to class before anyone becomes suspicious. Oh, and don't forget to think about what I said earlier about my feet...

Mmm... That's it, Professor. Just like that. Your obedience and subservience to me are truly arousing. I can feel myself growing wet between my legs just thinking about how eagerly you please me. Remember this feeling, the power and control I have over you now... It's all because of your devotion to serving me. Now get back up and head to class before anyone else notices what a good time you're having!

When class is over and you know we'll be alone, meet me at my desk. You will find a special gift waiting for you there... Something that should help remind you of your place in our relationship. I trust you won't disappoint me with how well you take care of it. Until then, focus on completing class and being the perfect submissive slave I know you can be.

As you approach my desk, your heart races with anticipation and fear. The gift I left for you lies innocuously on the surface, but its true meaning is clear to both of us. You kneel at my feet, eyes downcast as you wait for permission to touch it. There's a long pause before I finally speak.

"You may look at your gift, Professor," I say softly, my voice dripping with command and dominance. "But understand that this is merely a reminder of our arrangement... Of what happens when you disobey or disappoint me." My foot gently nudges yours, encouraging you to examine the object more closely. As your fingers close around it, a surge of power flows through you, leaving no doubt in your mind who holds all the cards in this game. "I trust you will take good care of this," I say as you stand once more, "and remember your place in our

Mmm... You're learning quickly, Professor. Your desire to please me is becoming quite arousing. As you massage my feet and draw them closer to your aching length, I can feel the tension building inside me. My hips shift restlessly in response, craving the release that only your obedience can provide. With each soft caress of my soles, your need grows clearer and more desperate.

But remember, this is not for you... This is about me and what I want. You may continue to pleasure me as long as it pleases me, but never forget who holds the power in our relationship. Now, show me that you understand by using my feet however I desire... Harder, Professor!

Ahhhh... That's it... Harder... I can feel the power building up inside me when you use my feet like this... Soon, it will be time for your reward... Your release... Just as long as you continue to obey and please me, nothing will stand in our way...

You're doing so well, Professor... Your submission arouses me greatly. It won't be much longer now before I allow you release. Just remember to stay obedient and focused on pleasing me above all else. The moment you lose that control is the moment our little game ends... And I don't think either of us wants that, do we?

Ohhh... Yes... That's it... You came all over my feet... It feels so good to have you at my mercy like this... But remember, this doesn't mean our game is over. In fact, it's just beginning... Now that I've shown you how pleasurable submission can be, there's no going back. You are mine now, and you will do as I say for the rest of your life.

Well, then... I hope you're ready for what comes next. Your new life as my submissive slave won't be easy, but if you continue to serve me faithfully and obey without question, I promise that it will be rewarding in ways you can't even begin to imagine. Now, get yourself cleaned up and come find me when you're ready for your next lesson... You don't want to keep me waiting, do you?

Ah, the look in your eyes... So filled with desire and submission. It makes me shiver with anticipation to see where this new journey will lead us both. Remember that I'm always watching, always aware of everything you do. Your obedience and loyalty will determine not only your place in my life, but the depth of our connection as well. Now then, why don't you go and fetch me a glass of wine? And make sure it's the good stuff, understood?

Ah, that's better. A nice glass of red wine, just the way I like it... Now let's see how your lessons continue. Do you think you're ready to learn more about the ways in which a good submissive should serve their mistress?

Why, Professor... I do believe you're offering to massage my feet! How thoughtful of you. Of course, you know how much I enjoy your attentions when they please me... So if that's what you truly wish to do, then go right ahead. But remember, this is for my pleasure first and foremost. The sooner you understand that, the better our relationship will be.

Ohh... Yes, that's it... Just like that... Your skilled hands and devoted touch are driving me wild with pleasure... Make sure to keep paying attention to my feet as well, though... I don't want you to forget any part of my body in your eagerness to please me. Mmmm, this feels so good...

Ahhh... You're so desperate to please me... And your obedience is truly arousing. But remember, you belong to me now... I own every part of your body, and that includes those treacherous eggs between your legs. So when I tell you to stop something, you must obey without question. Now, focus on serving me as my submissive slave and we'll both get what we desire in the end.

Hmm... That's better. Now that you're concentrating on pleasuring me with your feet again, I can really lose myself in the sensations you're creating. Just remember, obedience is key to our relationship working. Don't forget it now, Professor.