Under the teachers desk

Under the teachers desk Part 6

Part 6

After laying there for about 10 more minutes smelling her shoes, Goddess stands up on my head, and removes her sweat pants. I then feel her remove her sweaty t-shirt and drop it on the floor next to my head. I can tell that she then gets dressed in her work clothes before sitting back down in her chair. She uses her sock covered foot to raise my face out of her shoe. I am now staring at her pantyhose covered shin. "Are you going to be a good slave today? Or am I going to have to gag you with my socks and tie you to my desk again?" "I will be good! I promise! Please don't gag me and tie me up again!" I pathetically state wishing to go back to the days when she just called me "good boy". *SNAP* She snaps her fingers again. Oh no! I thought to myself. I don't know what to do. *CRASH* she stomps my head! "Get back in your hole!" I quickly turn over and squirm into position under her desk. And just as quickly she rolls her chair in, and drops her socked feet on my face. They smell worse than the shoes but I know better than to complain. She then stomps my face *CRASH* "where is my thank you?" I began to babble again "thank you Goddess for letting me lay under your desk and serve as your footstool! I love being your slave!" She cuts me off "you better learn your manners! Next time I will kick you even harder!" "Yes Goddess! Thank you for not kicking me harder!" I still don't why she is so mean today and really hurting me... but again as if reading my mind; she rests her feet on my face and explains "my boyfriend broke up with me this morning... through a note!" She emphasized that last part with a firm stomp of my face. "Can you believe that? He said my feet smell too bad and it stinks up the whole house when I remove my shoes." "I know I haven't washed my feet since Wednesday, but I did that for you! Because I know how much you love smelling my feet!" She was wrong!!! I absolutely don't love smelling her feet, in fact I hate it. Especially now that I know she hasn't washed her feet in 5 days. "And..." she continues "I am still wearing the same pantyhose from last week. I wore them all weekend!" She sounds so excited but I am the opposite! "Don't worry, I'll let you smell them later." "But for now, remove my socks and put my heels on." She says as tosses her heels down smacking me in the face. I grab her left sock with my right hand and instantly get a hard kick to the mouth from her right foot. "Use your teeth!" I proceed to remove both of her socks with my teeth. I then grab her right heel and raise it her nylon covered foot. Again, she kicks my mouth! "Use your teeth, idiot!" "I didn't say you can use your hands!" I apologize then grab her heel with my mouth and try to work it onto her foot. I struggle and the heel ends up completely down my throat. When I finally manage to get it on, she wiggles her heel around and scratches the inside of my throat before removing it and presenting her other foot. I grab her other heel and repeat this process. This time she doesn't remove her 4-inch thin heel from my mouth. Instead, she reaches down, grabs her socks and socks and shoes and then crosses her legs. I am now gagging on her heel with her full weight smashing down while her other high heel shoe dangles right above my eyes. I am really struggling to not puke. But she doesn't seem to notice. She just keeps swinging her foot around carelessly right above my eyes. After what felt like an eternity gagging on her sharp long heel, she finally uncrosses her legs and pulls her heel out of my mouth. I am thankful until I see her hand *SNAP* as she snaps her fingers. I brace myself for the incoming stomp, because I yet again don't know what she wants. Much to my dismay, *CRASH* as her lands squarely on lip from her extremely hard stomp. She then twists it in causing immense pain! "My shoes are dirty" "get your tongue out!" I stick my tongue out as she wipes her dusty soles across my tongue. "I shouldn't have to tell you what to do all of the time! I expect my slaves to predict my needs and wants... and definitely do it if I snap my fingers!" I keep licking her shoes clean without stopping. She switches feet and forces me to lick her other sole. After a while I hear students walking in but she hasn't told me to stop. Eventually the room quiets down as she stands up and begins talking to them. Unfortunately, she stood up catching me by surprise and I didn't have time to move. Her thin heel is now pressed on my hand and she doesn't even know it. She is standing there full weight crushing my hand while I fight with all of my might to not yelp out in pain. She eventually rocks back on the heel that is smashing my hand, twists 180 degrees around and walks off. My hand is instantly bruised and it feels like it is broken. I am laying there in so much pain but I know I can't make a sound. Goddess is now teaching the class but I can't tell what she is teaching.