teacher’s slave

Author: yaomeng
Word count: 9483
I was originally a child of a poor family and lived in poverty since I was a child. In order to get rid of this kind of life, I studied hard and finally got admitted to a key high school in the city. I left that poor place and came to this bustling metropolis. The prosperity here makes me very uncomfortable, because I don’t know anything, I feel very strange everywhere, and I get looked down upon everywhere. So I seldom go out, every day in the dormitory of the school, besides reading, is just reading. When my classmates saw me like this, they ignored me. Gradually, this kind of ignorance turned into hating me, and they often bullied me. All this made me feel more and more inferior. I can only comfort myself by studying hard, so I am doing pretty well, except for one – computer. I don’t understand this kind of modern stuff at all. Other students in class are busy doing this and that on the computer, but I can only look around and don’t know how to start. I often turn my attention to our teacher without paying attention. Our teacher is a beautiful woman in her twenties. It is said that she is studying in a key university, and she only comes to teach us as a part-time job after class. She is not only beautiful, but also has a devil figure, and she is well dressed. For me, a child who grew up in a poor place, she was astonishing. I never dared to look at her directly, and always looked at her back secretly. Her walking posture is also so charming and looks so noble. Every time in class, when she passed by me, I pretended to be looking at the computer, and lowered my head to look at her legs and feet. Her legs are slender and straight, and her feet are slender and slender. Every time I see her, I have an inexplicable impulse. I don’t know when, I paid special attention to women’s feet, thinking that they are the most beautiful place on a woman’s body. The teacher’s feet moved me the most. Because our school does not allow shoes to enter the computer room, so every time I can see the teacher’s feet wrapped in transparent stockings, the hazy beauty makes me almost unable to control myself. It was the same in the computer class that day. I pretended to be looking at the computer while secretly looking at the teacher’s feet. When my mind was fluttering, those feet suddenly stopped in front of me, “What are you doing!?” The voice came coldly, and I was startled. I was so scared that I didn’t know what to do, and I was speechless in a daze. “I asked you something!” The teacher became even angrier seeing me like this, “Stand up!” Her voice became colder, and I trembled in fright, and stood up with my head lowered, “Speak!” The teacher asked again. “I, I” I muttered, unable to speak. Seeing that I didn’t answer her words, the teacher felt very embarrassed in front of the whole class, and was very annoyed, “Leave me after class!” She dropped a sentence and ignored me. I was very scared at this time. Usually in front of her, seeing her haughty expression, I feel inferior. This kind of inferiority makes me fear her from the bottom of my heart, and making her angry is something I never dare to think about.I didn’t know how to make up for what annoyed her at this time. After class, all the classmates left one after another, leaving me in the classroom. The teacher sat behind the computer desk in front and ignored me. I walked over slowly, stood beside her, lowered my head, and whispered: “Teacher, I’m sorry!” She ignored me and continued to play with her computer. “Get ready to quit school, I will tell the principal about your contempt for your elders.” I know she has this ability, the principal believes in her but not me, a poor student, quitting school means that my life is over, and I don’t want to stay in a poor hometown for the rest of my life. I couldn’t help becoming nervous: “Teacher, I didn’t mean to offend you! Please forgive me for a while!” I began to beg her, but she was unmoved and continued to do her own thing. “Teacher, I beg you, please forgive me!” I almost cried, and finally couldn’t help it, and slowly knelt down. She was surprised at first, but she didn’t expect to say a few words so that I knelt down. She just wanted to get up, but she calmed down soon, turned her chair, faced me, and looked down at me. At this time, my mind was short-circuited, very confused, and I was still begging her over and over again. She heard me begging her, seemed to think of something, and asked me: “Do you really want me to spare you?” Her voice was still cold, but there was a kind of excitement. I quickly said: “Yes. Yes, please forgive me, let me do anything!” “Really?” she asked. I quickly agreed, “Yes!” “Okay. Then I’ll try you.” She said with a smile. This smile was so beautiful that people dare not look directly at it. I couldn’t believe that she was smiling at me. For a moment, I felt that I was willing to die for her. At this time, I was like a prisoner who was extra forgiven by the judge, and I was grateful to her, because I knew that her smile had already forgiven me. I couldn’t help but leaned down and wanted to kiss her feet. But when I saw her feet, I wasn’t just dumbfounded. It was the first time for me to see her feet so closely, the delicate toes in the flesh-colored stockings, although the toenails were not painted with any color, but there was a noble and elegant style, I looked at it in awe. At this time, the teacher lifted one foot slowly, and my heart trembled. I watched the foot slowly fall again and landed on my head. I did not resist or dodge, nor did I want to resist, let alone dare to resist. Everything is so logical. “Put my feet up for a while.” The teacher said, stepping on his feet hard. My head was stepped on the ground, one side of my face was pressed to the ground, and the other side was stepped on by the teacher’s soft feet. The moment her soles touched my face, my remaining manly self-esteem was instantly crushed, and my mood calmed down at this moment, as if I had suddenly found myself. Seeing that I didn’t resist, the teacher seemed very satisfied, and lifted the other foot up, and put the two legs together, so that all the weight of her leg was placed on the foot that stepped on me, and my face was firmly stepped on the ground, unable to move. The teacher ignored me, leaned comfortably in the leather chair, opened the powder box, and began to carefullyPut on makeup carefully. After more than half an hour like this, I felt that half of my face was numb from being stepped on, but I felt that this seemed normal, and I was even a little angry with myself: I can’t stand the teacher’s feet for a while.