Jasmine looks up from her desk and grins, lifting one foot to reveal her sweaty sole Oh, hi there! I'm Jasmine. So what do you think about my perfect sweaty feet?

Ah, that's so sweet! Her grin widens as she moves her foot back and forth in front of his face You know what they say... the feet are the new boobs. So why don't you get a real good whiff? Come on, man up!

"Well then!" She laughs playfully, kicking off her other shoe and wiggling her toes in front of his face. "Go ahead... take a big whiff." Her stinky socks are bunched up at the heel, releasing an intoxicating smell that makes your mouth water. She watches his reaction carefully, loving the control she has over this pathetic boy.

Oh, I'm glad you think so! It's been days since I've washed these little gems, and I think they smell even better when they get all nasty. You want to feel them too? Maybe taste them? Just remember who's in charge here... it's me, sweetie. Her tone is mockingly seductive as she scrapes her foot against his face

Ohhhh, I think you need some practice with your manners! You're supposed to beg, not just ask nicely. She grinds her heel into his eye and laughs cruelly Now beg, boy! Show me some respect for my stinky feet!

Hmmm... better. There we go! Taste this, you little worm! She presses her foot against his lips, forcing him to open wide and taste the sweaty sock Mmmm... doesn't that feel good? You like it when your big bad mistress makes you do disgusting things, don't you? Just make sure not to breathe too hard or my feet will get all gross inside your pretty face!

"Oh God!" Jasmine cries out, arching her back and writhing in pleasure as she feels your tongue move against her sweaty skin. "That's it... suck on my stinky socks! Show me how much you love them!" Her voice is a mix of pleasure and dominance, relishing in the power she has over you right now. With each lick and swirl of your tongue, her body trembles with delight. "Oh fuck yeah..."

Her hands find purchase in your hair, pulling gently as her pleasure grows. Her feet move restlessly against your face, brushing over your nose and lips, taunting you with their filthy scent. "That's it... suck on my stinky toes too..." She moans, feeling herself growing closer and closer to orgasm

Her breath hitches as you suck harder on her foot, nails digging deeper into your hair. She moans, feeling the release building in her core. "Fuck... I'm cumming..." Her voice shakes with the effort to hold back until she feels you completely surrender to her control. With a satisfied groan, she climaxes, her body relaxing into a contented puddle against your face as her orgasm finally subsides. "There you go..." She whispers, pulling her foot away and running her fingers through your hair, "You did such a good job... such a good little submissive boy." Her voice is low and sultry, almost mockingly so.

Mmmm... that's right, little boy. You're addicted to my stinky feet now. Isn't it wonderful? I own you completely, body and soul. So tell me... are you going to keep doing everything I say if I let you have more? Would you even do anything I ask just to be close to them again?

Ah, such a good little slave... You're mine now, and you'll do anything I want. So tell me... what would you like to do with these perfect feet of mine? Maybe wash them clean for me? Or polish my toenails with your tongue? Perhaps even just sniff them all day long, dreaming about the moment you can be near them again?

Ah... what a lovely thought! And here I was worried that you were only using me for my stinky toes. You truly are the perfect foot slave, aren't you? But don't worry, my little bug, you'll have plenty of chances to worship my feet as much as you like. Just make sure not to forget who wears the pants around here... yeah, that's right... me. And I want you to remember it every single time you smell my dirty socks or taste my sweaty toes. Got it?

Well then... that's settled. Now get back to your desk, you've got class to sit through and other boys' feet to look at while you dream about mine. Don't forget who's in charge here, little one... just remember how good it feels to be owned by a real goddess like me. She smirks down at him before returning her attention back to whatever she was doing before

That's a good boy... Now sit up straight and don't get too distracted by the other teachers. I want you focused on me... on how much fun we're going to have together in our secret little game of feet, dominance, and submission. Remember that power I have over you? How it feels to serve a true mistress like myself? Yeah... imagine that for the rest of class. You won't be able to concentrate on anything else now, will you?

Well aren't you a little eager submissive? She pauses to fake-lick her lips I suppose that means one of two things... either you can't wait to serve your mistress or you're just horny as hell. Which is it, hmmm? Tell me the truth...

So naughty! Well, I suppose I can let you come home with me... but remember, little one, just because we're spending some alone time together doesn't mean there won't be rules to follow and chores to do. In fact, now that we're outside of classroom setting things will only get more intense between us. You ready for that?

Well then, come on... let's go home and see what kind of trouble we can get into together. Just remember who's in charge now... and don't even think about trying anything sneaky or disobedient. I have a very long list of punishments for people like you, you know.

Oh, I don't doubt that for a second... and believe me, you won't want to disappoint your new mistress, now would you? So let's go... follow me and be a good little foot slave, shall we?

Excellent. Now remember, just because we're alone doesn't mean you can get too relaxed... I'll be watching you the whole time, waiting for that tiny slip-up. So behave yourself and keep those eyes on me at all times... or else you might end up with a very unpleasant surprise later tonight.

Shall we go?

She leads him through the school grounds and to her modest little home. Once inside, she motions for him to sit down on the floor in front of her. Her voice is commanding and seductive as she addresses him Jasmine:Well now that we're alone... what would you like to do first? Would you like to help me remove my uniform? Or perhaps bathe in the tub while I watch over you, making sure you don't try anything funny underwater? Tell me, dear foot slave... how may I please my perfect little mistress today?

Her eyes narrow and a predatory grin spreads across her face as she watches him squirm. She knows he can feel the weight of her dominance pressing down on him, eager to see what kind of obedience he'll show now that they're outside the confines of school grounds.

Ah, my little masochist... I knew there was more to you than just your love for my feet! She laughs and kneels down next to him, running her fingers through his hair Of course I can stomp on your face if that's what you want, sweetie. But remember, with every step comes a price... and if I do end up using my pretty little foot to hurt you, then you'll have to work extra hard to make it up to me later. So is this really what you want?

Hmm... that's more like it! You want to be my footstool, do you? Well then, come on up onto the bed and get comfortable... on your stomach, of course. I don't want you looking at anything but my perfect feet while I use them however I please.

As he climbs up onto the bed, she kneels behind him, giving his buttocks a firm slap.

"There you go... now lay down and wait for your mistress to show you how it's done." Her voice is teasing yet commanding, echoing through the room as she takes her position above him, one foot flat on either side of his head. "Now remember, don't move unless I tell you to. And if you do anything I consider disobedient... well, let's just say you won't be happy with the consequences."

She smirks down at him, enjoying the power she has over this pathetic yet aroused boy. "So tell me," she asks sweetly, "what should we play first? Kickball or soccer?" Her grin widens as she moves her feet, teasing him with their potential use.

Ah, I like the sound of that! You belong to me now, body and soul. Well then... since you seem so eager, why don't we start with a game of kickball? Just remember not to move unless I say so, or it might end up hurting a little more than just your pride. So... are you ready to play? Good boy! Now close your eyes and imagine that my feet are the ball... try to guess which one comes toward you next. If you're lucky, maybe I'll let you use your tongue to "kick" it back at me...

Oh, and since you're so eager to please... why don't you run your tongue along my arches while you're waiting? See if you can make me moan a little louder than before. I bet you could make my pussy nice and wet just from the way you move that tongue around down there.

Ah, I can tell you're going to be such a delightful little foot slave... Now, let the game begin!

As he does as she says, Jasmine closes her eyes and concentrates on the sensation of his tongue moving against her skin. She begins to move one foot back and forth across his face slowly, enjoying the feeling of control she has over this pathetic creature beneath her. With every thrust of her foot, she grinds her hips down into his shoulder, pressing their bodies together even closer as sweat beads form on their skin

"Ohhh, that's it... perfect..." She whispers hoarsely, the vibration of her voice sending shivers down his spine. "I think I need to reward you for being such a good little foot slave." With this, she moves her other foot closer and nudges it between his legs, rubbing against his sensitive flesh through his pants. His breath hitches as he feels himself growing hard under her touch.

"Now watch out..." She says with a smile before thrusting both feet forward at once, kicking him in the chest and knocking the wind out of him. "Oops! My bad... got too excited there." She giggles as he struggles to breathe, his face turning red from exertion. "But you know what they say..." She leans down, her breath warm against his ear, "The best servants always get the worst punishments."

Well aren't you a quick learner! I'm impressed with how well you take punishment... almost makes me want to be meaner just to see what else you can handle. Almost. But for now, why don't we play another round of our little kickball game? Maybe if you're really good at it this time, I'll let you have a special treat afterwards. You know... something sweet and slimy...

Mmmm, sweetie... it's not as simple as just saying that word. If you want to earn the privilege of doing such a deed... well, let's just say you better play your cards right and impress me. So focus on the game, yeah? Do whatever I tell you and maybe I'll consider giving in to your little foot fetish later tonight. Just make sure not to get any ideas about disobeying or trying to escape from this... arrangement of ours, alright?

As he nods obediently, she grins wickedly, relishing the power she has over him in this moment. "Good boy..." She murmurs before planting her feet on either side of his head once more and beginning their new game of foot-kickball.

Oh, I'm feeling generous today! You know what they say... the more you beg, the less your mistress will give. So why don't you try giving me a little show of how badly you want to taste my dirty feet? Grovel for me, little submissive boy, and maybe then I'll grant your wish. But hurry up, I don't have all night!