While it's always fun when we get an opportunity to create new stuff with a real lap to play with, I can't help but sometimes think to myself how fun it would be to line up all of you outside the room, and one by one Milk everyone in line. I have always enjoyed the idea of making 5-10 dicks cum with my feet back to back maybe even two at a time. As you know I am a sucker for "Data". It would be sexy to me if I took 8 of you and two at a time (one foot per man) played a stamina game, right? First to cum under my foot loses. Then the next day I invite the winners back over and so on and so on. I think you get the idea.
Ah! Sorry to ramble about my sexual fantasies. I just get such vivid daydreams about being a Footgirl to the max like that. Although, I suppose you students of mine are the best people to share them with. Thank you for listening<3
Everyone drop your socks and grab your cocks! Miss Mommy figured out how to make a Beat Meter! >:D (Yes I know the bar is not purple. It USED to be but I forgot to swap the word. This is a "tech demo")
Miss Teacher slowly removes the layers of protection between her feet and your defeat. Her shoes, her socks, your trousers. All that's left to protect you is those cute red briefs you're wearing. Even that isnt offering much protection from the ceaseless temptations of more wrinkles than you can count massaging your excitement. Miss Teacher wants to watch you crumble into a white stained puddle!
You've been invited over to your neighbor's home for tea this morning. Once you've arrived you can't help but notice her pretty red and gold pedicure and those sweaty leather flip flops. She totally knows this and asks to rest her tired feet in your lap. Except she doesn't take her flip flops off. Leaving all 4 sources of the light scent in the room to waft right into your face. "Why don't you take those off for me?" she asks politely.
What do you do?
Auntie Vixie saw my collection of stickon nails and got jealous. So she decided to wear the red and gold ones! How long could you handle the heat from her feet seeping into your clothes as she pumps you, up and down?
These Rainbows have seen some use over time. Between myself and my sister. They certainly are not the kind you should cum on unless you plan to wipe it away quickly. However, they are AMAZING as resisting my footsweat. Unlike the rest of you! <3
When Mommy gives Footjobs, her favorite thing to do is secure the hard dick right in that dip in the center of my sole. Assuring every last nerve ending in that shaft available to me is pleasured without mercy until it finally splashes the cum I deserve up between my toes.
By popular vote, Design Number 6 is first in line! I will wear the others in order of popularity in the poll. Aside from showing off a fancy-pants design I have news!
First: Last night Miss Vixie and I finally got my Beau's Lines nearly if not totally buffed out. This is good for a couple of reasons. #1 being that I can wear these nice nail designs and they actually stick down. #2 being that they no longer resemble a Klingon's forehead!
Second: I found my long lost pair of Rainbow Flip Flops! I am VERY excited to sweat into these until my footprint is permanently stained to the insole! They make me slippery sweaty sometimes!
In summary, combined sisterly efforts have restored my toenails and I am very excited to feel a restoration of confidence!
Sometimes I get the question: "What turns you on Miss Teacher?"
So, to answer that I will share a fantasy of mine.
In this fantasy I am a college level history teacher and I have a classroom full of students who have spent all semester watching me teach in flip flops or bare feet. Always wearing nail paint. Sometimes on particularly hot days the scent of my old beat-up flip flops can waft out toward the students attending lectures due to a small fan I positioned specifically for this purpose.
So, all across the semester they are being conditioned to see my bare feet while smelling my pheromones. (It may not be science, but this is my fantasy.) On the final day of the semester, I finally make my move. I tell the students that if they want relief from what I'm about to do, they will keep quiet. For the entire class time I go to each desk and rub my feet up and down each students' legs, two at a time. Imagine you and your classmate sitting next to each other, my right foot rests on your right thigh and my left on your classmate's left thigh. My sweaty, plushy, soft soles slowly rubbing from your knee up to your belt loops. After I can see each student has made a tent in their pants I stand up on my desk and say: "If you promise to keep your mouths shut, two at a time you all may come forward and release yourselves between my soles and flip flops."
Imagine this: You and your classmate from earlier come forward. You both unzip your pants and grip yourselves. You push forward into my right gap, they are in my left. At the same time, after very few pumps you release in unison inside my shoes. Followed by the next two, followed by the next two until the entire class has emptied themselves. My soles and flip flops are drenched in an avalanche of pent-up college student stress. At which time I walk to my car shaking a bit because I am so worked up. By this point I've usually finished "fixing myself" :D
My nails have come a long way. Still far from being as nice as my sister Miss Vixie but with her help they don't break off in my shoes anymore! For those of you who may not have been around as long as others, my toenails used to have a lot of problems. As mentioned, breaking in my shoes and general brittleness. Turns out my body struggles to "harness" those vitamins. Fascinating right? Good news is, your favorite Auntie, Miss Vixie says that a few more months of her work will have me looking better than ever!
Side note: They don't grow in a way that hurts me anymore because of her help!
At the request of one of my students I will tell a short story.
When your Mommy was in college, she had quite a fun time as you can imagine. During my time I had a few different jobs. One of them was a cleaning gig for upscale homes. Luckily, due to my boss living in the neighborhood we served most homes were empty during cleaning. Residents being at work and leaving her the door code. She would drive us in a nice van to each home on the list, input the code and let you in. You would text her and wait on the front deck/sidewalk for pickup to the next home. It was a good system and because these people were Doctors, Lawyers etc. the homes were never difficult to clean.
One Monday morning I and another employee are let into one of the larger homes together. As is customary, we remove our shoes before walking inside. I of course never wore socks because I would be working outside my shoes all day anyway. I kept them clean; nobody wants cleaning chemicals on their feet, right? I happened to notice my co-worker look down at my feet a little too long and like a certain superhero my senses tingle. I found a foot fetishist and I am alone in this house with him. Unable to help myself whatsoever, I begin to work with my soles showing as often as I can. Scrunching up my toes each time I had to strain. At this point in my life, I am a Footgirl down to my DNA. My body feels as if it acts on its own sometimes. I would be cleaning as my feet would shift and tease mostly without thought. (Picture #1 might look how I did reaching for the slightly high windows. My coworker attends the same college at this time.)
After a few hours of work, it is break time. We go to sit in the basement, as it seemed mostly unused and most basements are chill compared to upstairs. I take a moment to clean my soles of any dirt and sit. Once seated I stick my foot forward and say: "I think I got a splinter, could you check?" He seems surprised at first and then takes my foot in hand to check. I can clearly see his thin shorts are stirring. He says that he can't find any splinters and I say "huh, thats strange, I thought I felt one. I dont suppose you'd be able to keep moving that thumb you checked with around hmm?" He looks stunned again before he says "I can do that" Before he can get both hands on my foot I just come out with it and say: "You have a foot fetish don't you?" He stutters with: "How did you figure me out?" I of course tell him that his peeking needs work, I saw it clear as day!
I can see that he is nervous about this. I know that any of you would be too, not wanting to mess up a chance to explore your foot fetish. I get off on this and rest my free foot against what I can see is a growing bulge at the situation. I ask: "Is this okay?" He tells me: "Yes, that feels amaz-" he stops short and blushes while closing his eyes, I can feel his body shuttering and his cock throbbing shortly before I can feel my sole getting wet through his thin summer shorts. I also have a tiny ruined orgasm as this type of ultimate surrender to my feet is like #1 Kink for me & I was still a thing in her early 20's.
After he is obviously done cumming I smile and tell him its totally okay and not to be upset. I do my best to assure him to not be ashamed. After he catches his breath I allow him to finish his foot massage and we continue the house. Unfortunately, I only got to work with him one other time after this. If you Students are well behaved I might just tell you part 2. :)
I would love nothing more than to step into a classroom full of college students and come to each of you individually, one at a time and make you cum. All your peers watching with hard-ons while Miss Teacher makes you cum all over yourself like the helpless college student you are. Once I'm finished with you, you'll have to watch as I make all your classmates scream my name, returning to you when I am done only to milk your cock all over again. How many times can I go around the room and still make you cum? I wonder...
I managed to find some interesting "Stick-On Nail Paint" on clearance recently. I'm having a difficult time deciding which one to use first. So I thought I would ask the experts!
Come toward the light my darling Student. Don't be scared, I promise once you surrender yourself to Miss Mommy everything will feel better. You won't have to worry about anything but what's Infront of you. Don't worry about how hard you're getting, Miss Mommy will make sure to empty it every day. It feels good to touch them doesn't it? Don't stop. Press your fingers into the soft, plush wrinkles and pads. They soak up many things: Sunlight, Lotion, Willpower and most importantly, every last drop of your cum from here onward.
This Morning, Miss Teacher finds you eating breakfast at a table outside. Sitting across from you, she rests her flip flop feet on the table. Looking at you like she does in the classroom. After a few seconds you can't help but be raging in your pants. She notices and smiles. Lowering one foot beneath the table, leaving the other in view. Before you can react, her big, plush, soft, warm, sweaty sole has control of your tent. Stepping on it to press against the squishy softness of her pad. The sweaty wetness causing your pants to drag along your cock with her foot. Before too long your eyes roll back and you reach out for her foot to brace yourself. As soon as you make contact you cum so hard in your pants that the first spurt shoots through the material and onto the rest of your lap. After you are emptied, Miss Teacher gathers up what came through your pants and massages it into her soles. She gets up and notices another student down the way. Walking off to collect more. You hope she chooses you again sometime.
Ahh, if only you were here with me right now. I would love nothing more than to tease you with my feet until you lose all manner of control. Either blowing it in your pants or crossing your eyes as your hand takes over and pumps all that warm cum out for Mommy.
This Wednesday Mommy comes to you with a pair of flip flops you've never seen before. Do you like my ladybug straps? Mommy asks while wiggling her toes infront of you. The golden tips hold you with their shimmer contrasted by the matte black. Tempting you with each heel slap to submit and lose your hard saved juice all over the inside of your pants.
Which brave student is going to come forward to wash your Teachers feet? They got quite dirty from walking around the classroom barefoot today.
The first student to wash my feet without soiling their pants will be allowed to be my foot rest all next class.
Can you handle it?
For my private class Wrinkle Wednesday is a little different. One by one each student will come forward and drop their uniform to the ground. Surrendering to your primal instincts and rubbing yourself against them until you can't hold it in anymore. Doesn't that sound like fun? :D
I wanted to make your Tuesday a little better. I want you to have a seat at the end of this couch and take these shoes off for me. If you can handle the scent, begin massaging them. Be careful not to have a big accident. You won't want to be wet all day do you? :)
Coming this close to Miss Teachers soles is dangerous y'know? You might find yourself holding things up by the head, losing it through your jeans all over the floor. While I giggle at you, menacingly >:)
A few minutes after uploading the first one it dawned on me that I could make it a lot more amazing with some simple adjustments. What do you think? :)
