Miss Liping’s stinky cotton socks

Author: tangxinrui
Word count: 10541
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Our teacher is a female teacher in her thirties. It is said that she is the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the school. She is not only beautiful, but also has a devilish figure, and she is also stylishly dressed. 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 read a book, 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. After class, 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. “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. “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 only remaining man’s self-esteem was crushed in an instant, and my mood was calm at this instant.Calm down, as if you suddenly found yourself. 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, opened the powder box, and began to put on makeup carefully. After more than half an hour like this, I felt that half of my face was numb from being stepped on. After she put on her makeup, she looked down at me and said coldly: “How are you, are you tired?” “Not tired, it’s my honor to step up for the teacher.” I answered quickly. After I finished speaking, I was surprised myself: how could I say that. “Really? Then let you step on my feet forever, and you won’t object!” The teacher’s words don’t allow me to say no, and I don’t want to say no. In fact, in my heart, I already think that it is right to step up for her and serve her. “I am willing to serve you forever!” I said what I thought. The teacher was obviously very satisfied with my words, “In this case, from today onwards, you are my servant. Never go against my will, understand?” The teacher asked sternly, his voice was already the posture of a master talking to a servant. I replied tremblingly: “Yes.” “Get up! Kowtow to me and say that you are my servant.” The teacher lifted his foot and let me go. I shrank back from her feet, knelt down in front of her again, and said respectfully: “I am the teacher’s servant from now on. I will obey all the orders of the teacher and will never disobey.” After finishing speaking, I kowtowed my head. The teacher lifted my chin, looked at me and said, “From now on, when you are at school, you will call me Teacher, when you are outside, you will call me Miss Liping, and when there is no one, you will call me Master, you know!?” I replied yes, and then kowtowed to Miss Liping again, saying, “I hope Master will give me a chance to stay by your side forever to serve you. As long as you like, you can beat me and scold me every day, and I am willing to accept it.” I couldn’t control myself at this time, and said excitedly. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized that I was so willing to be a woman’s slave in my heart, to be trampled underfoot by women forever, and only then would I find my true self. After listening to my pledge of allegiance, Miss Liping said: “Okay, my foot slave, don’t be naughty, come here and rub my feet! I just stepped on you, and my feet are sore.” She lifted her foot slightly, and I understood it. Turning over, I changed from a kneeling position to a lying position, lying on my back where her feet stepped on, and let her step on me. I gently picked up one of her feet and rubbed it. She closed her eyes and enjoyed my service. I rubbed it intently, for fear of making her unhappy again if I was not careful. Ms. Liping seemed satisfied with my foot rubbing technique, she gradually became excited, and rubbed my other foot continuously on my face, as if my face was a foot massager. She kept stomping, pressing, and rubbing hard, and my facial features were trampled mercilessly by her. Gradually, I felt that my face seemed to be worn out, and I gradually lost consciousness, with my head rolling back and forth under her feet. The hand I was massaging her other foot was kicked away by her long ago, and her foot rubbed against my lower abdomen, making my internal organs very uncomfortable. I had already stopped all movements and let herWanton torture my body. It took some time before she stopped. Put your feet on my chest, smiled and said to me: “You are such a good massager, especially your face, it is very comfortable to step on.