College Girls Gone Wild
(Published on Saturday, August 13, 2005)
This story was submitted by nekko_kun67@yahoo.com.

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A few years ago when I was a young grad student in L.A., I took on a TA position in order to pay for tuition and expenses. Part of my responsibilities included teaching undergraduate classes, and although I knew that having sensual thoughts about my students was a sticky issue, I must confess I did sometimes enjoy seeing some of the young women walking into my classroom in their leather sandals and flip-flops, and dangling them idly on their toes while I lectured.

One quarter, I had two lovely Korean-American students in my class, best friends who seemed inseparable. Joy was a shy, round-faced girl with luscious feminine curves and deep brown eyes heavily lidded with epicanthic folds. A casual dresser, she almost always wore a pair of stylish black flip-flops to class, which nicely set off her pale white feet. Hearing those zoris slap against her heels as she strode in each morning was sweet music to my ears. I was actually jealous of those lucky thongs, slipped between her stubby toes and supporting her curvy soles. She also sported a slim gold anklet and a toe ring, which made my mouth water every time I glimpsed them.

Crystal, on the other hand, was a petite, frail-looked girl, with a very pale complexion and sleepy brown eyes. She was more outspoken than her friend, and from the rumpled, hung-over look she tended to have each morning, I imagined she was a bit of a party girl, taking full advantage of her first taste of freedom at college. She typically wore blue jeans and sneakers, with white ankle socks that had a colored ring at the cuff. That curve of her slim, pale white ankles that showed between her jeans and socks was delightful.

I quickly developed a silent crush on these two women, a horrible secret that I never planned to share with anyone. Needless to say, when I was alone at home with nothing better to do, I would stroke myself and think about what it might be like to play with Crystal and Joy’s feet—or better yet, to be dominated by these lovely young women and forced to perform all kinds of humiliating services for them. My fantasies, I reasoned, were harmless enough, as long as I never acted on them. They were adults, but as a young teacher in training, I could hardly afford any kind of harassment charges from a student.

Then one day, Crystal caught me eyeing her feet. She had slipped out of her sneakers, and was resting her socked feet on top of her shoes with her soles showing. There were slight smudges of dirt on the bottoms of her white socks, at the heels and balls of her feet. I couldn’t resist taking that fatal glance, and when her eyes met mine, it was with a knowing expression and a mischievous smile that let me know that my secret was out. I’m sure I blushed. Crystal then turned to Joy and whispered something that made Joy giggle sweetly. I was horribly embarrassed, and knew from that moment that I was doomed.

From that day forward, Crystal and Joy tormented me silently, but without mercy. They would sit in class and dangle their shoes on the tips of their toes, then put their feet up on the desks in front of them to display their soles, all the while waiting for me to take a peek. Whenever they caught me looking at their feet, they would smile cruelly, fully confident of the power they held over me and knowing that I could not do anything about it. They never confronted me or mentioned anything about my fetish, and seemed content to amuse themselves by silently torturing their teacher. It was an exquisite form of torment. There were their pretty feet, on display, and yet the more I looked, the more embarrassed and humiliated I felt. Also, I was constantly worried that my arousal might show through the folds of my khaki pants, for all the class to see, so I had to be sure that I kept my desire in check. Yet I could not simply ignore what was happening, and both Crystal and Joy knew it. I knew that, if they ever confronted me, I would willingly agree to become their sex slave, throwing all caution to the wind. The weeks that followed were agony.

The quarter ended, and Crystal and Joy passed with average grades. I felt a slight pride at having been strong enough not to let their classroom antics influence the way I treated them, in class and in my grading. It was a small victory, however, for I knew deep down that I would have been completely theirs for the asking.

One day I was sitting in a small café near the campus, enjoying an Americano and studying, when Crystal entered the room. Recognition flashed on her face when she saw me, and she boldly took up the chair across from me.

“Hi, professor,” she said, with that same look of supreme confidence that I had come to both adore and despise.

We chatted about inconsequential matters for a time, but there seemed to be a tacit understanding between us. Crystal had the power, and she was simply toying with me again, forcing me to talk about the weather and such while my imagination ran wild. Then, quite unexpectedly, I felt her foot in my groin. She had slipped out of her sneaker and placed her socked foot right on my cock, wriggling her toes ever-so-slightly to get my attention. Surprised and excited, I let out an involuntary gasp.

“So, you like my feet, huh?” she gloated, smiling.

I knew instinctively that this was the point of no return. I knew that I should demur, try to deflect the question, make excuses and leave. But then all hope of my fantasies coming true would evaporate, and I sensed that this was my one chance.

“Well, yes,” I replied, still non-committal. “You’re a very attractive young woman, and you have pretty feet.”

She nodded, and considered this for a moment.

“I think that’s kinda sexy,” she said, putting more pressure on my straining cock. “I don’t know much about it, though. Would you like to tell me about it?”

I did, and told her as much.

“All right, then,” she said, the look of haughty confidence returning to her features. “I’m giving you a homework assignment. I want you to write a 500-word essay about what you’d like to do to my feet. Tell me everything; your deepest fantasies and desires. I want to know everything about your little fetish. Be completely open and honest. If I sense that your essay is lacking in any details, you will fail this test. If you pass, though, there might be a reward. You may turn your essay in to me here tomorrow at 3:00.”

With that, Crystal slipped her shoe back on and rose, throwing one last cruel smile at me as she left the café. I was shocked. One of my former students, giving me a homework assignment, blatantly flaunting the power she held over me! It was an incredible mind-fuck. She wasn’t giving me anything but hope, and I was expected to expose my darkest desires to her—and in writing, no less! Still, I was captivated, and rushed home to begin my new assignment. I wrote down every little kinky fantasy I had had about Crystal—being stripped naked, bound, slapped in the face and ordered to lick her sneakers clean; having her shove her sweaty sneaker in my face for sniffing, being gagged and forced to lie on the floor with her socked feet on my face while she read a book or watched TV; being commanded to lick the soles of her feet clean. I wrote about every secret desire; I was baring my soul. Once Crystal had this document, she would know every one of my dark secrets.

The next day, I met Crystal and handed her my completed assignment. She read it on the spot, forcing me to squirm in my chair as she raised her eyebrows, chuckled, and murmured at my paper, throwing me evil glances at certain points. Finally, she set the paper down and looked me in the eye.

“Not bad,” she said, “though a bit lacking in your use of adjectives. I give you a C+.”

I was crestfallen.

“Don’t look so sad,” she said, “a C+ is a passing grade. That means you are coming to my apartment with me. Just let me make a phone call; I have to make sure my roommate isn’t home.”

After Crystal had made her call, she took me to her apartment nearby. It was a typical college student’s place, cute but none-too-tidy. As soon as we were in the living room, Crystal ordered me to strip. She bundled up my clothes and disappeared into one of the bedrooms. When she returned, she looked at me coldly.

“You’ll get those back when I’m through with you,” she said, “if you’re a good boy.”

Crystal then tied my hands behind my back with rope and tied a long, black leather thong around my scrotum. It was excruciatingly tight; my balls strained in protest. She now had my cock on a leash. Crystal sat down in a nearby chair and pulled me to her side.

“Now you’re mine,” she taunted. “But before we get started, you need to know the rules. From now on, you will do anything I say, immediately and without complaint or protest. You will not speak unless spoken to. When speaking, you will address me as ‘Miss Crystal.’ You will not beg unless told to do so. You will not utter a sound or move a muscle unless I allow it. You will not have an orgasm unless I give my permission. Failure to obey any of these rules will result in severe punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Crystal slapped me across the face with her open palm.  “Yes what?”

“Yes, Miss Crystal.”

From her chair, with me standing at attention beside her, Crystal began gently stroking my cock with the tips of her delicate fingers, until I was throbbing with desire. I tried not to move or make any sounds, as she had instructed, because I now sensed that she was capable of punishing me in creative and agonizing ways. As the expression on my face twisted into agony and ecstasy, Crystal smiled cruelly up at me. She was clearly relishing every moment of my anguish.

After several minutes of this, she ordered me to lay on my belly in front of her and clean her sneakers with my tongue. It was a bit difficult to get down onto the floor with my hands secured behind my back, but I was committed to the task. Crystal’s sneakers were white, but well-worn with smudges of dirt and frayed material everywhere. I began licking them furiously, eyeing the ringed ankle socks she wore with anticipation.

“If I feel your tongue on my skin, you’re going to be whipped until you cry,” she warned, as if sensing my thoughts.

After I had thoroughly cleaned her shoes, she gagged me with a blue bandana, slipped off her shoes and ordered me to place my face in one of them. Once I had done this, I felt the firm pressure of her socked foot on the back of my head. She was forcing me to sniff the inside of her sneaker, and bound as I was, I couldn’t pull my face back out. The cloth insole of the sneaker was also well-worn, with holes in places and thoroughly smudged with old sweat and dirt. It smelled like hot leather and female sweat.

“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted. “That’s just what you wanted to do all those days in class last quarter, isn’t it?”

Gagged as I was, I couldn’t answer, but it didn’t matter to Crystal. To my surprise she picked up a cat-o-nine-tails and began whipping my back and butt as I lay helpless before her. The more I writhed under her lashes, the harder the pressure of her foot pinned my face into the stinky shoe. She whipped me harder and harder, laughing cruelly the whole time. It hurt terribly, but given a choice between enduring this treatment and being sent home, I knew I would choose the former.

“Yeah, you’re my bitch now, aren’t you?” Crystal mocked. “Sniffing my shoes like a little dog!”

I was moaning into the gag now, which only made Crystal beat me harder.

“Shut up, little bitch!” she commanded.

After she had tired of this game, Crystal ordered me to roll over onto my back. It hurt lying on my bound hands. Crystal then tied my feet together with more rope, sat back down in her chair, and placed her socked feet squarely on my face. As usual, the soles of her socks were tinged with dirt, and the soft cotton felt smooth and silky against my face. Her feet smelled wonderful, the spicy scent of a woman athlete after a big workout. She then placed a pair of wooden clothespins on my nipples, which were joined by another black leather thong. Now Crystal had both my balls and nipples on leashes, and she pulled on them gleefully while rubbing her soles over my face.

After several minutes of this, Crystal pulled out her cell phone and made a call, speaking in Korean. Moments later, I heard the front door open and someone entering the room. With Crystal’s feet on my face, though, I couldn’t see what was going on.

“Oh,” Crystal taunted. “My roommate’s back. Would you like to see my roommate?”

She removed her feet and I saw Joy standing above me with an amused look on her face. I’d suspected that it was her, and that both Joy and Crystal had hatched this little plot together, but even so, the humiliation and embarrassment I felt was excruciating. At the café, I had thought that only Crystal knew my dark secrets, but now I was being put on display and openly mocked by two beautiful women.

“Look at the little doggie that followed me home,” said Crystal.

“I say we keep him,” Joy said, with a shy laugh.

“We’ll have to keep him tied up and muzzled,” Crystal added.

Then they began speaking in Korean.  Before I knew it I had been picked up and bent over another chair, still gagged and bound hand and foot. The Korean words, incomprehensible to me, somehow excited me even more. Were they planning what to do with me next? Was Crystal telling Joy what had happened in her absence? I didn’t know, and it was torment not knowing what they were talking about.

With a feeling of dread, I felt something probing around my anus. One of the girls inserted a dildo into my ass and began pumping me while stroking my cock. The other girl started up with the whip again, lashing my back with vigor. I didn’t know which girl was doing which. I wanted to scream, but the gag choked off all my protests. They were having their way with me, and there was nothing I could do about it.

After I had been thoroughly defiled, Crystal untied my hands and ordered me onto my back on the floor. My hands were quickly pulled over my head and bound to the legs of a chair, upon which Joy took a seat. With her weight on the chair, and my ankles still bound, I couldn’t move. Joy put her feet on my face, and I noticed with delight that she was wearing the black flip-flops I had loved so much. She rubbed the rubber soles of her thongs on my face while Crystal knelt down beside me and started stroking my cock, jerking the leash that bound my scrotum. Whenever I made a noise, Crystal whacked my stiff cock with a wooden ruler. Joy hooked the backs of her flip-flops under my chin and held her bare soles inches from my face. Tied up and gagged, all I could do was look at the gentle curves of her soft soles. Her feet were very small, perhaps a size five, broad and pale white with stubby toes. I noticed that she still wore the anklet and toe ring.

“Joy’s been shopping all morning,” Crystal informed me.  “I think her feet need a good cleaning.”

The gag was removed from my mouth, and I was ordered to lick Joy’s soles clean. She had two small yellow calluses on her feet, right next to the ball of her foot. I licked her soles from heel to toe, in ecstasy from the soft, teasing stroking of Crystal’s gentle fingers. Crystal picked up a digital camera and started taking pictures of me licking Joy’s soles. I was utterly humiliated, but I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. Then Crystal and Joy switched places.

“Don’t let him come,” Crystal told her friend.

Then Crystal placed her feet on my face and ordered me to beg for the privilege of cleaning her feet.  She was still wearing the dirty ankle socks, and I was struggling to contain my mounting orgasm. I begged and pleaded, telling her that I would do anything she wanted. Crystal merely laughed at my agonized pleas, dragging the smooth cotton socks over my nose and mouth and tapping me on the face with her toes while Joy stroked my throbbing cock and took pictures. Then she took off her socks, jammed one completely into my mouth, and draped the other across my nose, dirty side down. Then she placed her bare soles on top of my face once again and took up the nipple leash. When at last she removed the socks and ordered me to lick her feet clean, I was almost out of control.

“You want to come, little bitch?” Crystal demanded. “Beg for it.”

I begged and pleaded for her to let me come, while continuing to lick the soles of her pretty feet. Finally she gave her permission and I exploded in Joy’s hands, sending globules of semen up into the air as both girls laughed. Then I was forced to take turns performing oral sex on both girls until they had each climaxed several times.

Crystal finally gave me my clothes back, but I discovered she had one last trick to play.

“I still have your homework assignment,” she gloated, “and now we have some very incriminating photos of you. If you don’t want these documents to be made public, you’re going to have to remain our little footslave. You will come back here once a month to clean our apartment and amuse us. If you don’t, we’ll send this stuff to your department.  Got it?”

“Yes,” I replied, feeling defeated and utterly helpless.

Crystal slapped across the face.  “Yes what?”

“Yes, Miss Crystal.”