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    I'm glad you liked it, Beckysfootslave1. Now I need to get cracking on the next chapter.

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    Superb story from one of the finest active authors on the web today. Can wait for the next instalment!

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    Can't wait ;D
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    Monday, January 19

    I scooped the last of the Honey Nut Cheerios from my cereal bowl. There were four of them in my spoon, all floating in milk. They looked so serene, as if they were spending their day on the lazy river without a care in the world. I was jealous of them, and wished with all my heart that I could join in – right up until I put them in my mouth, chewed them up, and swallowed them.

    At least they tasted good, even if their fate was rather traumatic. Then again, they didn’t have to deal with the fallout from an incident with a perverted student. Maybe I did envy my soon-to-be-digested breakfast.

    On my way into work, I reflected on the previous twenty-four hours. It was almost a miracle that I had been able to drag myself out of bed the prior morning, as all I had wanted to do was hide under the covers and pretend nothing had happened. I was on the verge of cancelling my normal Sunday lunch plans, but forced myself to go at the last moment. Even though I didn’t say much and must have seemed distant, it was nice to spend time with my mom and dad.

    The rest of the day was spent on my computer. There were other things I could have done, such as checking over my lesson plan for the upcoming week and grading homework. But those weren’t as important to me as researching why a person would become aroused by feet – and in particular, stinky feet.

    It hadn’t occurred to me that there was something called a ‘foot fetish’. Perhaps I had lived a sheltered life, but I never knew until I began my internet search that there was so much out there dedicated to feet. I don’t think I blinked one time as I stared at page after page of pictures, videos, and stories about soles, heels, and toes. There were dozens of sites that were chock full of things such as foot massaging, foot smelling, foot kissing, foot licking – and foot fucking!

    Eight whole hours had passed when my continuous foot porn investigation was finally interrupted by a screaming bladder. The extreme urge to pee snapped me out of my stupor and I ran to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, I also realized I was hungry. And thirsty. Damn, I’d let my curiosity about Polly’s fetish take over my life.

    I shut off the computer and reheated my leftovers from lunch. While eating the shrimp and pasta, I tried to come to grips with everything I had just seen. It was all so overwhelming. A strange new world had been opened to me – one that I didn’t understand but felt compelled to venture into.

    Two hours later, I laid awake on my bed. I was still attempting to comprehend this whole foot thing. However, all I ended up accomplishing was losing sleep.

    After I arrived in the school parking lot, I took another gulp from my travel mug. The caffeine boost was necessary given how tired I was. I figured it would be pretty bad if I conked out before third period.

    As I walked toward my small office, I walked past Linda and Harriet. They smiled and said hello, seeming friendlier than normal. It struck me as odd at first, until I glanced down and remembered the clothing I had put on this morning. My skirt was a bit below the knees, and my shoes had two-inch heels instead of three. I’m sure they approved of my more conservative attire.

    During lunch, I sat with the usual suspects and munched on some mixed greens. I’m sure they could tell I had a lot on my mind, since I sometimes heard one of them speak my name loudly to get my attention. But it was almost impossible for me to focus on their discussion – or anything else for that matter. My morning classes had been a total blur. I couldn’t recall whether I had taught them vocabulary, sentence structure, or the proper technique for sucking toes.

    Shit, did I actually mention foot fetishism while I was teaching? It was pretty much the only thing that had been on my mind since Saturday night. What if I had let something slip without realizing it?

    I shook my head in an attempt to eradicate these foolish thoughts. Self-doubt had always been my worst enemy, and I couldn’t let it take control of me. I was in a room full of colleagues. I wanted them to know I was a strong, confident woman. Having a panic attack wouldn’t exactly project that type of image.

    The bell rang a short time later and I was thankful for getting through the period without hyperventilating. I made it back to my small office, and slumped into the chair at my desk. The ticking of the wall clock got my attention, so I began watching the second hand move around gently. I felt like I was in a trance, and after a while I allowed myself to enjoy the tranquility. That’s when I suddenly remembered there were precious minutes remaining until my next English class – the one with Polly!

    My thoughts instantly returned to the petite girl who I had always looked forward to seeing. But after what happened several nights ago, I was dreading the prospect of facing her. I still didn’t know how I would broach the subject with her, but I couldn’t ignore it either. And no doubt she would be terrified to be in the same room with me, never mind speak to me.

    The confusion about how to handle this situation became so overwhelming that on my way to teach sixth period English I walked right into someone. It startled me, and I looked up to see that pretty young female teacher that I often spied in the faculty break room. She had started bending down to pick up her phone, which our collision had obviously made her drop.

    “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” I put a hand over my mouth. “I wasn’t paying attention!”

    She stood up straight and gave me a sheepish smile. “No, no, it’s not your fault. I was looking at something on my phone and didn’t see you.”

    I noticed she was examining her phone closely. “Is it okay?! I hope it’s not damaged!”

    “Oh, it’s fine. I drop it all the time.” She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m kind of a klutz.”

    I sighed with relief and smiled toward her. “I’m really glad it’s not broken.”

    She returned my smile. “Me too.” She then bit her lip and glanced down the hallway. “I, I wish I could stay and chat, but I need to get going. My geometry class starts soon.”

    “Okay, well, I’ll see you later.” Before I could even finish that sentence, she had waved to me and disappeared around the corner.

    It was a shame we didn’t have a chance to talk longer – or even formally introduce ourselves. However, I knew there would be plenty of opportunities for that in the coming days. At that moment, I had other concerns. I smoothed my skirt, took a deep breath, and then began heading toward my classroom.

    As I slowly entered, I saw right away that Polly wasn’t in her seat. And a quick scan around the room revealed that she wasn’t there at all. This was quite unusual for her. I wondered if she was not feeling well, or whether she was trying to avoid me. I placed my items on the oak desk and continued contemplating this.

    Certainly, I couldn’t have blamed her for wanting to keep her distance from me. With what I knew about Polly, she had likely been traumatized for being caught smelling my foot. It made perfect sense that she might fake an illness today. I even considered doing it myself. But then, we would just be postponing the inevitable.

    My gaze shifted toward Tanya, who was standing near her desk chatting with another girl. I thought about asking her if she had seen Polly, but I was worried that this could lead to questions. Why did I want to know? Did I have something to do with Polly being miserable? And what exactly happened on Saturday?

    I shook my head and sighed. Surely Tanya knew nothing of this incident, and didn’t suspect that there was any tension between Polly and me. Well, at least not yet. For now, the neurotic part of my brain needed to shut the hell up.

    Just then, I saw Polly appear in the room. She was almost jogging, and had her head down. Before I could say anything, the bell rang to signal the start of the period. I rolled my eyes, feeling as though someone was messing with me. They had to be. Otherwise that thing wouldn’t keep ringing at the most inopportune times.

    Before I started my lesson for the day, I took another look at Polly. I could tell she was nervous, as she averted my gaze and fidgeted with her pen. And I could also see that she wasn’t wearing any of her new outfits. She had on a rather drab combination of a brown long-sleeved t-shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. It didn’t even appear that she had makeup on. At least her hair looked nice, and she hadn’t removed the pink polish from her fingernails.

    The next forty-five minutes consisted of a constant struggle to maintain my composure. I stood in front of my desk with my hands folded, and attempted to teach my students – without showing my inner emotions or allowing myself to be distracted by thoughts of Polly’s interest in my feet. The task was made all the more difficult every time I glanced in her direction, which happened more times than I could count.

    When the bell rang again, I exhaled deeply. I was pretty sure I pulled it off, and none of the students noticed that my mind was preoccupied.

    I turned my head to look in Polly’s direction, and she was already up from her seat. I hardly had a chance to clear my throat when she ran past me and out of the classroom. It was as if the place was on fire and she needed to escape the flames. I was stunned that she was able to move so fast.

    Realizing I had lost my chance to speak with her, I let out a deep breath and began to gather up my belongings. I was rather disappointed, but at the same time somewhat relieved. I still didn’t know what to say to her, and any attempt at a conversation would have likely resulted in a lot of awkward silence.

    “Miss Nolan?”

    Tanya’s voice startled me, and I nearly dropped what I was holding. I figured she had left – just like everyone else.

    I spun around to face her, and noted an expression of concern on her face. “Tanya, is something wrong?”

    “Well, I’m a little worried about Polly. She’s kinda been ignoring me today.”

    “Oh, has she?” I tried to sound surprised, but I wondered if my anxiety was seeping out.

    “Yeah, she won’t even tell me how Saturday went. Did she go shopping with you?”

    I gulped, knowing I had to proceed with caution. “Yes, she did. We, um, had a fun day.”

    Her eyebrows lowered as she tilted her head. “Soooo, nothing bad happened? Because she’s been acting pretty weird.”

    “No, no, uh, nothing that I can, um, think of.” Damn, could I have sounded any less convincing?

    She looked at me with suspicion, and then her eyes widened. “Something DID happen! You hafta tell me, Miss Nolan. Pleeeeease?! I promise I won’t say anything to Polly!”

    My heart was beating fast while I tried to think of a response. She knew I was being evasive, and that there was a connection between Saturday’s outing and her friend’s mood. Seconds felt like hours as I searched for a way to explain what would cause Polly’s unusual behavior without mentioning lesbian attraction or the whole foot episode.

    In spite of Tanya’s unsettling stare, I finally came up with the perfect reply.

    “Okay,” I said with a sigh, “I think I know what’s bothering her. It’s her new clothes.”

    “What do you mean? She’s not even wearing anything new!”

    “Right, but that’s because she’s, um, extremely nervous about what everyone will think of them.”

    Her brows furrowed as her lips pressed into a thin line. “Wait...aren’t they the same type of outfits you wear?”

    “Yes, but she’s very self-conscious. I could tell when Polly was trying them on that she was worried she wouldn’t be able to pull off my look successfully.”

    The expression on her face changed to one of acknowledgement, and she nodded. “I guess that makes sense. She probably chickened out when she got dressed this morning, and then she was all nervous about seeing you.”

    “Probably,” I said with a shrug.

    “Well, I gotta get to my next class. Thanks for letting me know what happened.”

    As she began walking away from me, I thought of one more thing. “Tanya!”

    She stopped in her tracks and turned her head. “Yes, Miss Nolan?”

    “Remember what you said...not a word to her about our little discussion.”

    “Don’t worry,” she said with a half-smile. “You can trust me.” She took a few more steps and paused in the doorway. “See ya later, Miss Nolan.”

    “Bye, Tanya.”

    When she was gone I collapsed into the chair behind the large oak desk. I was physically and mentally exhausted. On one hand, I was glad to have made it through the school day without arousing suspicion about what had occurred between Polly and me. I even survived a grilling from Tanya! On the other hand, nothing had been resolved – and Polly seemed determined to avoid speaking with me at all costs.

    It was another twenty minutes before I could gather the energy to trudge out of the room. When I made it to my apartment, I decided to try to push the whole foot thing aside and focus on school-related activities. It worked for a while, and I was able to create quizzes for two of my three classes. I had even managed to start on the third one when I finally succumbed to the desire to continue my internet exploration into the fetish universe.

    At least I had the foresight to use the bathroom and grab a quick bite before diving in once more. It was nearly 11 PM when I finally tore my gaze away from the computer screen. This meant that I had just spent six more hours looking at stories, pictures, and videos involving women’s feet. I was blown away when I realized how much time had passed. It hadn’t seemed nearly that long.

    While brushing my teeth and changing into my pajamas, I thought about everything I had examined – and how I felt about Polly. Given the enormous amount of material related to foot fetishism I had seen in the past few days, I was now certain this wasn’t as unusual as I had first thought. In fact, the percentages favored at least one of my students having a thing for my feet.

    However, I still struggled with the idea that she had done what she did without talking to me first. Not that I would have given her the green light to sniff my toes if she had requested my permission, but to just do it without my consent was not cool. And to take advantage of her teacher in that way made it worse. With these things in mind, I knew that any discussion with Polly on the subject was going to be difficult at best.

    If all of this wasn’t enough, I had one more concern. It was something that I couldn’t explain – and it both frightened me and intrigued me at the same time. While watching a video of one woman passionately smelling the foot of another woman, I saw that same look of lust on the face of the sniffing woman that I had seen on Polly’s face when she had been smelling my foot. And as I became captivated by it, I felt a tingle of excitement in my panties.

    Oh God, did this actually turn me on?
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    You Wanna Be My Bitch? SMELL MY FEET! *Ooohohohohohoho*

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    A real challenging read to live through Miss Nolan's anguish with her in relation to the impact Polly's misadventures had on her which is credit to the quality of the writing and emotions throughout - congratulations.

    The scene with Tanya was particularly tense but I think Miss Nolan got away with it!

    The end of the chapter shows that Polly's indiscretion could be the start of something more than just professional curiosity for Miss Nolan - than can only be a good thing for us readers!

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    I like the idea of Miss Nolan....actually ....possibly being turned on by getting her stinky feet sniffed by polly. . . . . and shes embarassed about it hahaha <3
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    Natsuko & Wildyone: I am glad you both enjoyed it. I plan to start writing the next part today, although being somewhat of a perfectionist I think it will take me more than a week to get that chapter posted.

    Wildyone...Yes, I wanted to convey the internal struggle that Amber is dealing with, and also show that Polly is clearly afraid to talk to her teacher. The Tanya scene gives another glimpse into the personality of Polly's friend. Not to spoil anything, but keep an eye on her. And Amber is definitely curious about foot fetishism - initially so that she could try to understand Polly better but seemingly now for another reason. :-)

    Natsuko...Oh, you will get MOAR but probably not until at least next week. And it will further expand on Amber's newfound discovery that having her feet smelled turns her on. By the way, the mention of Honey Nut Cheerios at the beginning was based on something on one of our chat sessions a few weeks ago - in which you mentioned wanting to buy Honey O's. :-)

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    Take your time one, good things need their time ;D That Cheerios reference was funny, i instantly understood that hint *gg*
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    Quote Originally Posted by Natsuko View Post
    Take your time one, good things need their time ;D
    I second this, quality over quantity.

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    Wednesday, January 21

    Several minutes after being torn from slumber, my breathing remained ragged. The dream I’d been having was so real to me that I found myself in a cold sweat and panting like mad when I awoke.

    My mind had transported me back to that fateful Saturday evening in my student’s living room. However, there were some details that were radically different.

    First and foremost, my hesitation just prior to Polly's foot massage had been replaced by a wicked sense of entitlement. I actually expected her to pamper my feet, as if she was meant to do it from the moment I first laid eyes on her in the classroom. Second, her reason for smelling my feet wasn’t due to a momentary lack of self-control. I had commanded her to do it. And as I watched her inhale the stench from under my toes, I was becoming more and more aroused.

    Just as I was approaching the brink of orgasm, the alarm clock abruptly ended our session.

    As I continued to stare at the ceiling, a number of questions floated around in my head. What was going on with me? Why was my pussy soaking wet? Had I been spending too much time immersed in this new world? After losing myself in these thoughts for a while, a quick glance at the clock reminded me that I needed to get out of bed and get ready for work.

    I showered and dressed in near-record time, and then scarfed down a Greek yogurt. The reason for my haste was that I needed time to finalize my lesson plans for the day. I would normally have done it the night before, but I spent most of the previous evening absorbed in foot porn once again.

    While hurriedly finishing the lesson plans, I realized that I was becoming addicted. What had started as a simple curiosity about Polly’s fetish was now an all-consuming obsession. Damn, was I really enjoying it that much? If my dream was any indication, then I most certainly was!

    A little over an hour later, I found myself sitting alone at a table in the faculty break room. The homeroom period just started, and the guys that had been chatting with me excused themselves moments earlier. Correction – they were actually talking to each other, not me. I didn’t say a word, nor did I hear any of their discussion. My brain continued to focus on a certain student, and how I could convince her to have a conversation with me.

    It had been nearly four days since the incident at Polly’s house, and I was still pondering the exact words to say to her. In that time, my entire life had been taken over by a desire to know what made her tick. But I felt as though I wasn’t any closer to figuring out a way to open that dialogue – and do it in a manner that wouldn’t seem harsh or judgmental.

    After several more minutes, I decided to take a break from this dilemma and check my phone for new emails. While scrolling through a never-ending stream of useless discount offers and social media notifications, an idea struck me. If I could persuade her to meet with me after school tomorrow in our classroom, I might just be able to get her to open up to me. And it would buy me some extra time to carefully choose how to break the ice.

    The tricky part would be intercepting Polly before she sprinted away at the end of the period – just like she had done the past two days. As I began to contemplate the best method to accomplish this, I heard a noise from across the room.

    When I looked in that direction, I saw the pretty teacher that I had bumped into the other day. She was reaching down to retrieve a book from the floor. I chuckled to myself, as I recalled her referring to herself as a klutz after she dropped her phone in the hallway. She blushed when she noticed my gaze, and quickly opened the book to resume reading – or perhaps to hide her embarrassment from me.

    Part of me wanted to go talk to her, but the other part was holding me back. There was so much going on in my head. I needed to concentrate on being able to teach my students without letting my situation with Polly become a huge distraction. However, I also had to think about how to keep Polly from running off at the end of sixth period so that I could speak to her privately.

    In the end, I decided that I wanted to be alone to gather my thoughts. As I rose from my chair to head toward my small office, I glanced over at the pretty teacher. Her face remained buried in a book. I shrugged, figuring our time to get to know each other would come eventually, and then walked out of the room.

    Having those precious minutes to myself turned out to be a blessing. I made it through both of my morning classes, and not once was my inner turmoil on display. I managed to stay calm and composed, while lecturing them on the finer points of Shakespearean literature. They were probably bored to tears, but at least I stayed on topic.

    Right after the lunch period started, I entered the break room and opened the refrigerator to retrieve my insulated bag. As I began making my way toward the table where I typically sat, I peeked into my bag and my eyes went wide with astonishment. I immediately darted toward my small office and closed the door. There was no way I could show anyone what I had packed for myself to eat!

    I shook my head and chuckled as I fully opened the bag to reveal the contents of my lunch: an avocado, a head of cauliflower, and a bottle of lemon juice. Was I that badly out of sorts this morning? I was supposed to bring an apple, a mixture of salad greens, and a bottled water. What the heck was I going to do with this crazy combination?

    Ten minutes later – while chewing another piece of lemon-flavored cauliflower smeared with avocado – I had an epiphany regarding Polly. I could walk to her desk just as the bell rings to end the period, and then quietly tell her I needed a word with her in private. And once the other students leave the room, I would ask her about meeting me after school tomorrow.

    This plan brought a smile to my face, despite the unusual texture and bitter taste of the food in my mouth. My grin, however, faded moments later when I realized there was still one remaining concern. I had to ensure that when I got the petite girl’s attention, I didn’t arouse suspicion among the other students – Tanya in particular. With the interrogation I’d been put through on Monday, I needed to be careful not to give her reasons to believe anything out of the ordinary was going on between me and her best friend.

    It didn’t take long for me to decide that this particular detail wasn’t worth stressing over. I had already wasted too much time in recent days worrying myself into the ground, and it was disrupting every aspect of my life. Once I finished eating my very unique meal, I spent the rest of my lunch period and the following one grading assignments. It was nice to finally focus on my work, as I felt much more at ease than I had in quite a while.

    I arrived at the classroom several moments before the bell rang, and I noticed that Polly’s desk was empty. But right on cue, she came jogging in to that annoying sound. When all the students were seated, I took a deep breath and began my lecture.

    Initially, I was collected and confident. But as I kept glancing at the timid girl in the front row, my thoughts strayed away from what I was teaching and toward the situation I needed to face at the end of the period. It didn’t help that I could detect sadness in her eyes – just like each time I had seen her since that foot smelling episode occurred. It appeared that she was about to burst into tears at any moment, and lose all hope at the slightest provocation.

    Each minute felt like an hour as I found it harder and harder to concentrate on the subject matter. I was, however, managing to keep my words from faltering. That is, right up until I happened to spy Polly peeking at Tanya’s feet – which she had slipped out of her shoes.

    At that moment, I was quoting a famous line from Romeo and Juliet. And instead of ending it with the word “sweet” as I had intended, I made a dubious faux pas.

    “What’s in a name? A rose by any name would smell as feet.”

    Shit, had I just mentioned smelling feet in front of an entire room full of students? The titters and whispers I was hearing confirmed that I definitely did!

    My eyes went wide and my face burned with shame. I needed to think of a way out of this mess – and quick! Not only did I want to save myself from further embarrassment, but I also had to ensure that I didn’t make Polly even less willing to engage in what was already going to be a challenging dialog. I took a deep breath and went with the first thing that came to my mind.

    “Feet...” I let out a nervous chuckle. “...I meant ‘sweet’!” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Clearly, I’m suffering from a lack of blood sugar or something.”

    It appeared that my attempt to save face worked, as I heard laughter from many of the students. There was even a slight giggle from Polly, which I took as a good sign. In fact, her reaction caused me to relax and I made it through the remainder of the period with no further incidents – in spite of noticing Polly occasionally glancing at the feet of her best friend.

    When I knew the bell was about to ring, I stepped close to Polly’s desk and informed the class of their homework assignment. They didn’t seem thrilled to be reading more Shakespeare and having to write a short essay about it, but it was good for their mental development. At least, that’s what I had been told in my high school days when I was assigned similar drudgery.

    I placed a hand on Polly’s shoulder at the exact moment that class ended – and spoke quietly to her. “Please stay for just a minute.”

    She looked up at me and the apprehension was written all over her face. I removed my hand from her and stepped back as the room began to empty. I didn’t want to make her stick around against her will, but I hoped she would choose to remain in her seat.

    For a minute, my nervousness matched Polly’s. She kept shifting her gaze between me and the doorway, and I felt like she was ready to bolt at any moment. Also, Tanya was taking her time getting her book bag packed up – making me wonder if she would ask what was going on.

    However, my fears were put to rest when Tanya walked out of the room with a wave and Polly hadn’t budged from her desk. When the last of the other students was gone, I closed the door and returned to stand next to the anxious girl. She had her hands folded and she was staring at the floor.

    “Polly...” I waited for her to raise her head and look me in the eyes. “...we really need to talk about what happened last weekend.”

    I heard her take a deep breath as she averted my gaze. “Oh, um, y-yeah.”

    “Look, I’m not upset with you. But we need to discuss a few things. And we can’t keep avoiding each other. You haven’t replied to any of my texts, and you leave here so fast every day I’d swear you were trying out for the girls track team.”

    She gave me a brief smile at that last remark, and then sighed. “I-I know…but, but I feel s-so stupid…”

    “You’re not stupid. You made a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes. Heck, I made one in front of 25 students today!”

    I giggled, and Polly nodded. She then looked at her phone.

    “I-I gotta go, Miss Nolan. My next class starts in, um, two minutes.”

    While she started to gather up her belongings, I cleared my throat. “That’s fine. But, uh, is there any chance you can meet me here after school tomorrow?”

    She peered up as she put her phone in her bag. “T-tomorrow?”

    “Yes, tomorrow. I really don’t want to put off this conversation.”

    “It’s just, um, I’ll, I’ll miss the bus if I stay after school.” She stood up from her desk. “H-how will I get home?”

    “Don’t worry,” I said as I patted her arm. “I can drive you.”

    I waited for her to come up with another excuse, but ten seconds later she just shrugged.

    “O-okay, I’ll c-come here tomorrow a-after seventh p-period.”

    “Great!” I gave her a sympathetic smile. “We’ll have a nice chat and then everything will be fine. Trust me.”

    Her nod was accompanied by a half-smile. “B-bye, Miss Nolan.”

    “Bye, Polly. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

    By the time I finished speaking, she had left the room. I blinked in amazement. How did she disappear so quickly? Did she have superpowers or something?

    As I made my way toward my small office, I felt relieved. Polly had agreed to speak with me the next day, and I had successfully played off what could have been a truly humiliating slip of the tongue. With my nerves calmed, I was quite productive during the last school period. I even put the finishing touches on the lesson plans for the rest of the week.

    On the way home, I told myself that I should stop searching the internet for feet-related content. My recent fixation on it was unhealthy, and it would be far better for me to spend my evening reading a novel or watching an educational program on television. But once I got to my apartment, I just couldn’t resist the temptation to sit at my computer and look at more foot fetish material.

    After a while I came across a story that I hadn’t read previously. It was about a dominant woman who seduced a submissive woman, eventually turning her into a foot slave. The piece was extremely well-written, and the details were fantastic. In fact, I found the descriptions in one particular foot worship scene so erotic that my pussy felt like it was on fire.

    While continuing to read, my hand moved between my legs and I began rubbing myself. My imagination was now at work, and I had become the dominant woman in the story with Polly as the submissive. This fueled my desire to an extreme level and it wasn’t long before I was in the throes of a tremendous orgasm.

    Never before had I been so glad to have thick walls, because otherwise my neighbors would have been banging on my door with all the crazy sounds I was making!

    When my passions subsided, I pulled my hand out from beneath my panties. It was completely drenched in my juices. At first, I laughed at the absurdity of coming so hard while reading a fetish story. I had never done that before, and the very notion of it seemed ridiculous to me. But my giggles soon transformed into gasps when I realized the full gravity of the situation.

    I had just had an orgasm while imagining Polly worshipping my feet. My dream from the prior night was more than a wild subconscious mashup of Saturday night’s episode with the thousands of images I had been viewing on my computer screen in recent days. It had become my fantasy, because I had actually liked – no, loved – having that girl at my feet. And I wanted more of it!

    Fuck, what was I becoming? Did I really want to be a dominant? Was I actually getting turned on at the idea of having Polly kneeling in front of me – rubbing, sniffing, and licking my feet?

    These thoughts overwhelmed me and I immediately shut off my computer. I quickly ate a few pieces of fruit and then ran upstairs. I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in a pillow.

    It was two hours later when I finally got up to use the bathroom. I had gone through so many emotions during that time – from anger, to sadness, to dread, and even to hopelessness. Finally, I arrived at an uneasy acceptance of what I was turning into. I was a depraved teacher who wanted her perverted student to be her foot slave.

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    I didn't realize this chapter had become this long! Amazing work as always, One.

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    This is absolutely gold <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
    Please don't stop <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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    Agree with Lele - a really golden story.

    I love the conflict and consternation in Miss Nolan as she battles her demons before relenting to her innermost desires.

    The scene with Polly has lovely interplay balancing the discomfort of the engagement with the strong feelings for each other underlying.

    With Miss Nolan starting to submit to her wicked side I am sure Polly will be in for fun a plenty - roll on tomorrow in the story!

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    Thanks for the wonderful comments, Stray, lele, and wildyone! :-)

    I certainly don't plan to stop, although I will have some other priorities over the next two weeks that will keep me from writing the next chapter. Not to worry, because I will be picking up on it afterward and try to get the next chapter posted before month's end.

    Now that Amber has made the full realization that she wants someone - namely, Polly - to worship her feet, her internal conflict and turmoil will go from very high to off-the-charts. The upcoming conversation between the two will be very interesting indeed!

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    Wonderful story so far OneAuthor! Don't worry about any delays you must take. Your own priorities always come first.

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    Really enjoyed this chapter. Keep it up!
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    Quote Originally Posted by OneAuthor View Post
    Finally, I arrived at an uneasy acceptance of what I was turning into. I was a depraved teacher who wanted her perverted student to be her foot slave.

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    Mooooore, i want mooooore... Can't wait to read what will happen on that day between amber and polly. Especially: how will aber behave..... Will she try out the dominant stuff? Moar (.___.)
    You Wanna Be My Bitch? SMELL MY FEET! *Ooohohohohohoho*

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