Students Pet
      Submitted on 07/23/08


        This is one of my most memorable experiences, not because it was a 
fantastic one but it was one of my most interesting ones. It took place 
when I was a teacher, I was teaching my third year so I was not completely 
inexperienced. At the time I was teaching 12th grade math and it was around 
the third marking period of the year or the second semester of the year. I 
was around twenty six or twenty seven at the time, so I was still able to 
relate with the kids pretty well and for the most part I was a rather liked 
teacher as far as I could tell. But being a person with a foot fetish I 
could not help but take a look at the young women who would go in and out of 
my class and check their feet every once in awhile. I rarely if ever got to 
see bare feet since I taught at a private school in which students were made 
to wear uniforms and the girls would wear either stockings or knee high 
socks with dress shoes usually. I still got to see plenty of girls' feet as 
they would dangle and slip out of their shoes on a rather regular basis, and 
I enjoyed this immensely.
         The chance to see the feet of my students did happen every once in 
awhile when the students would be rewarded a dress down day. Which was 
usually for reaching some kind of goal, most often it was a money raising 
goal and they were allowed to dress down in their regular clothes. This 
meant the girls would often wear flip flops or backless shoes without any 
socks, which for me was like a reward in of itself. So it happened that the 
students had a dress down day and I got to see the feet of my students. 
Lucky for me it was early spring and it was warm enough so that most of my 
female student did indeed wear flip flops. I was able to check all my 
students' feet and watch as they dangled their shoes and played with them 
(it made it very difficult to teach). For most of the girls I would merely 
glance over them thinking in my head they had nice feet or should do this to 
make them better or things of that nature. Every once in awhile I would find 
a girls feet that were entrancing and I would find myself staring for a 
minute but I would move on.
         That was until I found myself face to face with a pair of feet that 
were nearly flawless and were perfection in just about every way shape and 
form. They were size sevens, a light slightly olive colored tan covering the 
smooth top of them, about medium length toes with the second toe on each 
foot just about as long as the big toe and all those lovely toes painted a 
dark royal purple color that was immediately eye catching. Creamy white 
soles a little darkened from dirt, soles and heels that looked like they had 
been walked on but not to the point that they appeared rough and 
unappealing. Her name was Marykate, an average looking eighteen year old 
girl, usually had her hair up in a ponytail, glasses, and was a little 
shorter than most of the girls. But I found myself unable to tear my eyes 
away from her little feet which she happen to have in flip flops and kept 
patting softly against her soles. The next day with the students still 
dressed down, her feet were almost the only thing I could pay attention to 
while her class was taking a test. I watched as her flip flops would hang 
motionless as she thought and how they would rapidly smack against her feet 
when she was writing down an answer. I watched as she would put her feet on 
the ground and arch her feet up so that her toes were the only things on the 
flip flops. She had fantastic arches as well; I noted as I watched, rigidly 
outlined and were just the right size, not too deep but not too shallow 
either. At one point she looked up and I was almost certain that she saw me 
staring but seemed to pay little attention to it. She might not have seen me 
that time since I instantly looked down at the papers on my desk pretending 
to do work, feeling like a little child who had just been found with their 
hand in the cookie jar.
            The week of dress down passed without another event and I 
thought I would be fine from then on but I was wrong. When Marykate came 
into my class after that week I could not help but continue to stare as she 
would slip her feet out of the leather shoes she wore. She usually wore blue 
knee high nylon socks which being skin tight just about showed off every 
angle and texture of her feet to a new degree. I again would continued to 
watch as those beautiful blue clad feet slipped in and out of her shoes, 
sometimes resting on the back of the seat in front of her where she would 
wiggle her toes wildly as though trying to cool them. I did my best to 
ignore them and for a time I was able to get by with either little glances 
or just ignoring them completely.
         I was however almost sent off the deep end when during another test 
I found myself watching her feet with a deep passion and zoning out almost 
everything else around me. I was watching as she slipped her feet out of her 
shoes in a slow sexual manner in which she would put the heel of her shoe 
onto the ground and pull back slowly. She would pull back so agonizingly 
slowly that sometimes it did not seem as though her heel would ever pop out 
from its confinements. But eventually she would put enough weight onto it 
that her heel would fall out revealing all of her foot except her toes. She 
would then dangle her shoe until all of her foot was out of her shoe except 
her big toe and she would just wiggle the shoe on top of big toe, up and 
down. She would repeat the same process with her other foot before she would 
take both of her feet fully out of her shoes and allow me to see all of 
those beautiful toes of hers. I watched as she performed this usual routine 
and then afterwards began to rub her feet against each other. One over the 
other and rubbing up and down her foot with her other one very slow and in a 
sensual manner. At one point she started to grip with her toes almost making 
it like a massage in which she only was using her toes to rub her other 
foot. She would stick a toe in between another and wiggling it a little bit 
or slowly grip and regrip a toe again and again. I, at this point was almost 
leaning over my desk as I watched this terrific foot show take place before 
my very eyes. It was then that she again looked directly up at me and saw me 
staring once again, but this time around I was so engrossed in what I was 
watching I was almost shocked to see her look up and did not know how to 
react. I quickly recovered and pretended to scan the room looking for any 
potential cheaters, but I allowed my eyes to bet ray my logical mind and I 
glanced again over in Marykate's direction only to see her still looking up 
at me. I quickly took another glance around the room and then tried to make 
it look like I had gone back to the work at my desk but I was worried, I had 
allowed my lust to betray and get the better of me. I was ashamed to think 
that one of my female students might think that I was "checking her out", 
but I was even more scared to think of the possibility that I was checking 
her feet out. I could only try to control myself and hope for the best.
       The answer I had been waiting for on whether or not she had seen me 
came soon enough, about a week after that incident she came up to me after 
school and asked if we could talk. I sat down at my desk and she pulled a 
seat over in front of me and crossed her legs and began to dangle one of her 
shoes as I had seen her do so often now. She looked me in the eye and said 
"I am failing your class and if I do not pass for this quarter I might fail 
for the year which would mean I am going to be held back, which I refuse to 
let happen." I told her that it was her own fault, she hadn't been doing her 
homework and her tests grades were rather poor, she said she had a way to 
change all that to regain the missing homework and raise all of her tests 
averages. I simply shook my head and told her there was no extra credit so 
no she couldn't do any of those things, she then put her hands on my desk 
and leaned over, so her face was right in front of mine. She said "oh there 
is a way to change it, I saw you looking at me! I know you are getting some 
weird perverted joy out of watching me and my body, so whether you like or 
not I am going to pass for this year and there is nothing you can do to stop 
me." I tried to speak but couldn't find the words, I felt my cheeks redden 
realizing that this student had caught me red handed and now I was stuck 
with this problem. She then said "now we can do this the fun way or the hard 
way, lucky for you I am a very sexually curious person and have tried just 
about everything at least once by now. So whatever it is you like about me 
we can try it out and have some fun with it the only catch is that my grades 
get raised as a way of keeping this little secret between us or we can do it 
the hard way of me reporting you to the school board and claiming that you 
made my grades low only recently as a way of discrediting my claims of 
sexual abuse you have put me though." I just sat there, I could feel my jaw 
was open just the slightest as the realization came to me that she had 
planned this all out.
        She had me stuck with no possible way of getting out of this jam 
without her getting a benefit in some way and I being humiliated in some 
way, her trap was flawless. I was helpless to escape and while I sat there 
debating in my mind the morality of it all, a teacher who is attracted to a 
student was just considered wrong even if the student had offered of herself 
and there wasn't a huge age difference was just considered immoral. I found 
myself thinking that it did not really matter though, one way or another she 
would get what she wanted. The only difference was that one way I could get 
what I wanted too or one way I could lose everything including a teacher's 
degree which I had worked hard for in college. I finally decided that I 
would cast away all my inhibitions and go for the advantage I wanted and 
still keep my job at the same time. She sat there staring at for at least 
five minutes while I had this battle inside my mind, she sat there looking 
at me with her foot ever dangling from that shoe, going up and down on her 
big toe just asking for gravity to let it drop but her unwilling to allow it 
to happen. Finally I turned to look her in the eye, ready to tell I decided 
to take her offer. All I had to do was nod and a grin came across her face " I 
figured you would see it my way, we both get what we want this way and I get 
to also have a little bit of fun with the teacher!" she said with a giggle 
at the end. I just nodded again, she then took on a very businesslike look 
saying " so what exactly is it that you want, are you a lesbian? Are you 
looking for a little make out session and a little groping of my little body 
or are we looking at something more?" I just shook my head saying with a 
little tremble " no I'm not a lesbian I am just attracted to your...um well 
you see it's your..." I could not help but trail off for some reason I found 
myself unable to say that I was attracted to her feet, I had not had this 
problem of admitting my fetish openly to a person in a long time and I 
couldn't understand why I was having such trouble now. The only thing I 
could do was just look down at her feet, both now firmly planted on the 
ground in their shoes and point at them. I didn't have to look up to know 
that she had a smile on her face as she said " oh you are one those people 
that like feet, hm what was that called again...oh yea it's a foot fetish, 
is that right?" I nodded in response as she raised her right foot to dangle 
a little from her shoe, giggling the entire time. I looked up to see her 
face as she looked down at her feet, her toes wiggling inside their shoes, 
she then looked up saying " well I have never had a foot fetish experience 
so go wild, do whatever you want, I want the full experience and to have 
some fun!"
       With that she kicked off her shoes and raised her feet to be sitting 
in my lap, I looked down watching her now blue sock enclosed toes wiggling 
sporadically as they awaited me and the attention I was going to give to 
each of them. I took her left foot and slowly brought up to my face, placing 
the toes just above my nose as I took a large sniff of feet which reeked of 
sweat, leather, and a faint smell of newly painted toes. She giggled saying 
"it feels so weird but cool to have the air that's between my toes just 
getting sucked out like that." I ignored her comments as my nose raced up 
and down the length of her nylon covered foot taking in the scent of her 
feet that covered every square inch of them. I then repeated the same thing 
with her right foot but not only smelling the sole but also the tops of her 
feet as well allowing my nose to explore and take in the rich stench that 
was Marykate's beautiful feet. Next I ran my tongue up the length of her 
sole, slowly dragging it against the soft nylon taking in the taste of sweat 
soaked nylon with pleasure. I then trailed multiple little kiss down her 
soles as I made my way back to her heel again, continued my trail of 
butterfly kisses from her heel to her ankles to the tops of her feet and 
finally placing a slightly rougher kiss on each of her toes opening my mouth 
just enough to allow my tongue to sneak out and touch the top of each toe. I 
switched feet again back to her left and repeated going up her sole from her 
heel but instead of just sliding my tongue on it I sucked my way up her, 
first sucking slowly on her rough heel, next onto her arch nibbling on the 
edges, finished just below her toes where I took in another deep breath of 
her toes aroma as I lightly suckled the top of her sole.
       I next slid my hands slowly from the tops of her toes, to along her 
ankles, up her calf's taking in the smoothness of them, until I finally 
reached the top of her nylon socks just below her knees. I gripped the tops 
of them and slowly started pull them down the length of her legs, "yes, get 
rid of those socks please" Marykate cooed as she sat there with her eyes 
closed enjoying the ministration to her feet. I continued to pull her socks 
off, one hand on each sock until I got down to her ankles slowly revealing 
the feet of my student who I had found myself obsessing over. I watched as 
the lightly tanned tops of her feet were revealed to my eyes along with her 
milky white soles, her slightly dried skin of her heels, and her now newly 
painted ruby red toes wiggling as the cooler air rushed over them. I could 
not help and stare at the majestic beauty that these feet held in my eyes, 
as I watched her scrunch and unscrunch her soles watching as the slightly 
wrinkles appeared and then disappeared. I grabbed a hold of her left foot, 
feeling the slight dampness of sweat upon it, I raised her foot so my nose 
fell right at the arch in which I took in the scent again without the nylon 
filtering any of the smell and I again sniff up and down her sole. I felt 
the transition of the softer smoother skin of her sole that was found in the 
middle to the rough and dryer portions of sole which were the top and the 
heel. I then took her big toes into my mouth and began to suck on it, 
swirling my tongue around it and feeling underneath the nail. I took in the 
taste of sweat and a slightly stronger taste of freshly painted nails as my 
tongue ran up her toe, along the nail, and then over the top. I then 
repeated the same thing to each of her toes slurping up the taste and 
texture of them until I reached her pinky toe from which I then started to 
slowly suck my way along the side of her foot, letting my tongue along the 
side of her arch, to underneath her heel, and then back up the other side 
where I reach her big toe again. I then set her left foot down and switched 
to her right which I started to my tongue up her soles again starting at the 
heel and running up until I reached the tops of her toes. I ran my tongue 
over the smooth skin of the top of her foot, the soft then skin of her 
ankles, back down the rough and ridged behind of her ankle, and ending with 
a swirl of my tongue along the dry surface of her heel. I followed this up 
by bringing my tongue up to her toes where I started to dart it in between 
each of her toes again and again, getting the tiniest trace of nylon with each 
slide of my tongue. I then slid my tongue up the outside of her big toe and 
continued to slide it over the top and down into between the toe next to it 
which I then slid up and continued to process of doing until I reached the 
pinky toe again at which point I took in all of her toes except her big toe 
and began to sensual slurp upon them. While all this was going on Marykate 
sat there with her eyes partly closed, mouth slightly opened, and making 
gratuitous noises the entire time. I could tell that she was enjoying this 
just as much as me as she began to rub her left foot up and down my inner 
thigh, slowly gripping the my skin with her toes on the way up and then 
sliding her nails lightly across as her foot came down. I knew I had to end 
it soon before things went too far and we both got into it too much, so I 
picked up both her feet and gently rubbed them against my face feeling their 
smoothness of my face. I then took one final gaze at them as I then ran my 
tongue up her soles one more time watching as it glided atop the creamy 
white surface and then place one last sensual kiss on each of her toes 
before I softly laid them both onto the ground. Picked up her left shoe and 
then her right shoe and place them on then standing up and placing her into 
lap as her eyes snapped open.
       We both just looked at each other in silence, she then smiled saying 
"well I think I got a whole lot more out of this deal then I originally 
bargained for!" With that she picked up her book bag, stuffed her socks in 
and walked out the door whistling into the now almost empty school building. 
While I do still have a few other school experiences this was the last of 
them as I felt that I probably couldn't go on being a teacher after this, I 
finished until the end of the year and then quit. I found many other jobs 
with many other experiences that I am sure I will write in about!


         Well I hope you enjoy this experience it is one of my most 
memorable, I am sorry for the lack of stories coming in lately but due to my 
busy schedule I often don't have as much free time as I would like. I hope 
to have another story up a little quicker then it took me to get this one 
up.

  From Your Fellow Foot Fetisher Susan

  You can reach me at Susans005@aim.com

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