Hello you naughty girls and boys!

Tom's made it through his first day of Summer School. He's even received an unexpected reward in the form of a footjob from his Spanish teacher. Now it's time for him to get through his first night of homework. Should basically be reading. But what does Mildred have in mind?

All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.

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Tom was in his room with his new books. He had been looking through a book about foot massages. It was a little more technical about the process and didn't have any mention of removing a slipper and smelling a foot in 'one smooth motion' as Ms. Rodriguez had instructed. It did however illustrate various areas of the foot and different techniques for massaging.

Tom had first picked up the reflexology book but he quickly decided he wasn't ready for that. It looked a lot more like work and too many 'zones' to remember. But even the massage book was more involved than he would have guessed. It wasn't very exciting but it was readable.

Actually, he had to admit that in a certain way it was a little exciting. Not the book itself really but the pictures of bare feet kept reminding him of the footjob he had received that morning. He could never have imagined it beforehand, but the pleasure Ms. Rodriguez gave him with her feet was exquisite.

He had become more focused on the feet pictures and thoughts of his amazing footjob. Soon he gave up on the words entirely and flipped a few pages to see if any feet pictured resembled those of his Spanish teacher. And while searching he also unzipped his pants.

He couldn't find a really close match. He was also becoming aware that feet came in many shapes and sizes even if some of the differences seemed subtle at first. As his hands gripped his cock he closed his eyes and tried to bring back the sensations of that morning.

Her toes had tickled his balls and he tried to mimic the action with his fingertips. It was similar, but it wasn't the same. He also stroked his shaft remembering how her sole had slid up and down it. He was getting some of the feeling but it was a faint shadow to his encounter with her bare feet. He wasn't even sure if he could come given the buckets she had drained from him only hours ago.

He was starting to give up on recreating the footjob and just go for an old fashioned wank when he heard a knock at his door. Quickly he pulled his hand from his underwear and zipped up his pants.

"So Tom, how's the homework going?"

It was Mildred. He hadn't closed his door, it was standing open, but Mildred had the courtesy to knock before entering. It wasn't common for her to come to his room, but if he had really wanted privacy he could have closed his door.

"Hey Mildred. It's fine. Just doing some reading right now."

They had already had a talk after Tom had agreed to his summer school. He was sure Mildred had supplied damning evidence to his Principal, Ms. Eaglebride, and when confronted she calmly confirmed his suspicions. His first thought was to read her the riot act, but although he began a bit hostile he soon realized it wouldn't do him any good.

Mildred gave him a moment for his outburst and then gave her own retort. She gave a rather motherly sounding speech about how she did in fact care and this was really his fault and the steps taken were for his own good.

Admittedly she made her point very well. Mildred had done a lot to keep things under control when Tom had wrecked his dad's McLaren. And while she was instrumental in setting up this damn summer school situation, it had in fact given him a way to meet his trust obligations. So while they certainly weren't best buddies, they had come to a cordial relationship.

"So what are you reading?"

"It's about how to give a foot massage."

There was really no point in hiding it. She had to have some idea of what his summer school was all about, and he was beyond being embarrassed in front of Mildred about a book he had to read.

"Ooh, that sounds like a fun subject. I'm sure there's lots to learn."

She was teasing him. It wasn't much but he was ready to hear what she had to say or answer a question so he could get back to work. Even if it was just more reading, that would be better than making small talk with Mildred right now.

"Yeah I have a lot to read, so if you can just tell me what you came here for, I really need to get back to my work."

But clearly she was in no rush to leave. In fact she strolled over to his bed and sat on the corner; something that would never have happened before everything changed.

"What I came here for was to check on you. And you'll have to get used to working with me around. I had a talk with Patricia today and she wants me to supervise your homework studies."

He didn't like the fact that Mildred and his Principal were on a first name basis. He was in deep enough as it was; he didn't need them plotting together any more than they had already. He also didn't like the idea of Mildred supervising him. It was just one more twist of the screw.

"So you're just going to sit there and watch me read?"

"Oh Tom, don't be so sullen. You have to read anyway. What difference does it make if I'm here? I'm not going to stare at you reading for hours, I'm just here to make sure you're doing your homework and not goofing off."

"Fine. Well then I better get back to reading."

Tom turned and went back to the book. He located the pages where he was last taking in any information and picked up from there. He tried to ignore Mildred's presence and simply get through his book.

Mildred wasn't standing over him but it was still difficult to ignore her presence in the room. He heard her moving slightly on the bed, his bed, and figured she was making herself more comfortable. He didn't want to look.

He kept reading, and occasionally re-reading passages as he tried to focus on foot massages and not focus on Mildred. He wasn't used to anyone being in his room and just her breathing was a distraction. Then he heard more sounds which suggested she was now lying on his bed.

"This is really a nice bed you have."

Of course it was a nice bed. He was a Marshall. It wasn't going to be some cheap piece of kiddie furniture. It was a large bed, and it was expensive. Just as it should be. Surely it was nicer than hers but then she wasn't a Marshall, she was just part of the help.

He turned around to find her lying in the middle of his bed, hands behind her head, looking at the ceiling, and her ankles crossed. She was in a rather plain navy blue dress, her usual work attire, and it was quite a scene. The housekeeper relaxing on his bed; as if she were a queen.

And Mildred did fit the housekeeper look. She was really a bit more as she was the head of the household when his parents were away; and that was almost always. So she fit various roles; nanny was another often used. And the skinny lawyer always referred to her as his governess. The job title never really mattered to Tom. She was the head of the staff; she was Mildred.

And now Mildred was relaxing on his bed. She did sometimes wear aprons, especially in the kitchen, but it wasn't a constant piece of her uniform. She never dressed flashy but she didn't have a specific outfit she wore every day. Tom did realize this navy blue dress did seem to be a favorite.

She wasn't the short and round housekeeper image, but instead looked more like something out of a 60s TV show. In fact he would say that she looked a lot like Donna Reed. So slim and crisply dressed would be a good description. She had blondish hair and she had...he realized at that moment he wasn't even sure what her eye color was; blue?

"Oh, I'm sorry. That was rather rude of me. It's just such a comfortable bed I guess I got distracted."

So maybe she had realized that she was lying on his bed. Yeah, she didn't belong there. If she was a bit embarrassed she deserved it. But at least she would be getting off his bed; or so he thought.

"I shouldn't have my shoes on your nice bed. There. That's better."

He could hardly believe it, but she hadn't gotten off his bed. Instead she simply uncrossed her ankles and slipped her shoes off, letting them fall to the floor. And then she crossed her hosed ankles once more to relax in comfort.

Tom found his mouth had dropped open and he closed it as he turned back to his book. Things with Mildred had definitely changed. He might have actually preferred her standing over him like a schoolteacher rather than relaxing in his own room, on his own bed.

He tried again to read and ignore her, while she seemed content to lay back and relax. It was hard to concentrate and he made slow progress. Minutes passed and she didn't move so he just continued reading hoping he could get through this book.

"So today you were learning something about foot massage were you? It so happens I have a pair of tired feet. Why don't you come over here and show me some of what you learned today."

He really should have seen it coming, he really should. But even as she slipped off her shoes he didn't catch the clue of what was coming next. All he got was Mildred was exercising her new rights of comfort and flaunting her power over him. He didn't see that it was all coming back to feet.

"I really should get through this book. Maybe another time."

He sounded weak and he hated it. He knew better than to tell her to go to hell, but he still wanted to avoid this task.

"Tom I'm trying to be polite, but you should realize I wasn't asking you...I was telling you. Now put down that book and come over here. I take homework supervision seriously."

She ended it with a wry smile, but it was clear she wasn't taking no for an answer. Tom closed the book and slowly made his way over to the bed.

"You see Tom being in charge of your homework is a responsibility, although I imagine it will also provide some perks along the way, and intend to do my duty. Now if you don't want me having a serious talk with Patricia, you had better learn to follow my orders. Understand?"

"Yes. What do you want me to do?"

"Well cheer up Tom. Don't be so sad. After all I'm helping you with your homework. Now why don't you just kneel at the foot of the bed and you can rub my feet. Hmmm. Foot of the bed. How appropriate. You're just going to learn so much about feet."

Tom really had no choice. He moved to the end of his bed and got down on his knees. Soon he was close to Mildred's nylon feet. He took a deep breath and then reached out for her foot. At least, he thought to himself, this could be his required foot massage of the week.

He held her foot in his hand. It was warm and just a little damp. He began to rub her foot much as he had done for Ms. Rodriguez. He quickly noticed a few differences.

While both pairs of feet were roughly the same size, Mildred's feet were slimmer and her foot a little longer. Also her foot felt different from Ms. Rodriguez. They were women's feet but it was clear they weren't exactly the same.

The second difference which became increasingly apparent was that Mildred's foot was covered in nylon hose and his experiences with Ms. Rodriguez's feet had always been bare feet, with skin to skin contact. This was a sensation he wasn't used to.

He could still feel the curves and tight spots of her foot, but there was this element of texture that the hose provided. It was like a second skin moving with, and sometimes against, his own hands. And it wasn't just the tactile sensation. Working her hose covered foot created scratchy, hissing sounds as well.

He also detected a faint aroma from her feet. He wasn't going in for a closer inspection, but he already determined that too was varied from the foot scent of Ms. Rodriguez; sweaty or dry. He continued to work on her foot and tried hard not to think about the fact that it was Mildred's foot he was now massaging.

But it was Mildred's foot. It was crazy when he agreed to rub his Spanish teacher's feet in exchange for a grade, but somehow even that seemed a more reasonable bargain. So much had happened since then, but he was still faced with the knowledge that he was rubbing Mildred's feet!

Mildred worked for the Marshalls. So by extension, Mildred worked for him! Yet here he was, on his knees, rubbing her damp, sweaty, nyloned feet. It wasn't supposed to be like this! But it was like this. He really had no other choice. He worked her foot and started counting the hours and days until he would be granted his money.

Mildred however, didn't seem to have any trouble at all adjusting to this new arrangement. She just lay there on his bed relaxing and enjoying his ministrations. She knew it wasn't something he was eager to do and that just made it all the more delicious.

She had watched Tom grow up these past years. Financially he had a bright future; very bright. And of course that kind of money would bring all sorts of opportunities. But she was becoming more and more disappointed in his choices and his behavior.

She did have sympathy. It wasn't easy dealing with Mr. Marshall or even Mrs. Marshall and Mildred was often grateful they were away so much of the time. But she also realized the effect that had on Tom. Hard to really say what's worse, a bad father or no father, and Mildred didn't claim to have the answer.

Money was also a blessing and a curse for Tom. At least she could see that, but Tom was too young to fully realize his situation. So yes she did have some sympathy for his upbringing and his life. But then there was the other side.

Tom had so much handed to him. So many obstacles he never even saw, much less had to overcome. So many privileges, rewards, and opportunities that people like Mildred could only dream of. And Mildred still counted her blessings for she knew so many had it worse than she did. She had a good life by all counts, if not a grand extravagant one.

But that's why she couldn't stand to see Tom just throw it all away. Part of her felt it would serve him right if his silly, arrogant behavior cost him his trust money. But that really wasn't a good solution. It may show him what a fool he was but then all those opportunities would be lost and it would just make him more bitter and likely abusive and self-destructive.

That wasn't what she wanted. She truly wanted Tom to succeed. She wanted him to be the man his father should have become. Working for wealth built much better character than having it handed over. And while the summer school was far from a traditional path, she felt the work he put in there would help make him a better man.

And if it didn't make him a better man it would at least make him more useful, for at least a short while.

She hadn't planned any of this ahead of time. Really the biggest concern she had about him recently was her suspicion of his drinking. She was trying to make decisions about how best to handle that, both for Tom and his father.

But when Tom wrecked his daddy's car everything went into overdrive. She didn't sleep much those days and she was having to put out one fire after another. She was also having to make decisions about Tom and his family and her role regarding them.

She knew he had endangered his grades and thereby his trust, and had made calls to the school. She wasn't ready to give up on Tom and she knew his parents were unaware, and perhaps uncaring as to his scholastic state.

It was when she had a long talk with Patricia that the two of them came up with a solution. In truth much of the summer school was Patricia's idea but Mildred saw how it could solve so many problems. They discussed various terms and came up with an agreement they were both happy with.

And one of the benefits of that agreement was that Mildred would be supervising Tom's homework assignments. Mildred did not as yet have all the details about what homework Tom would be given but she had an idea of the sorts of trials he would be put through.

From her perspective, the homework supervision fulfilled a couple of objectives. It would, for her benefit, allow Mildred to receive some of the rewards of Tom's service. It would also be another means for her to keep watch over him to ensure he was being treated fairly, well at least to a degree, and that he would hold up his end so that he could receive his trust in due course.

Mildred had faith in Patricia, but given the vast amount of money involved, precautions were a necessity. She needed to keep a close eye on what was happening with Tom.

And then she let a big smile cross her face. For what was happening with Tom right now, was that he was kneeling at the foot of his bed, massaging her tired, achy feet. He had been there nearly thirty minutes working each foot in turn. Now she was ready to push him a bit further.

Tom had been working and working Mildred's tired, sweaty feet for an age. He tried not to think about the time as he found that only seemed to slow the clock even more. So he tried to focus on her feet and crazy as it sounded, tried to practice what he had read and learned so far, both from the book and Ms. Rodriguez.

What he wasn't prepared to do was anything more than rub her feet. He wasn't about to get into the kissing and licking and sucking that he had to do for Felicia. This was strictly hands.

Mildred seemed to be stirring and he hoped he was nearing the end of his service. He had other things to do than give his housekeeper a foot massage.

"That's very nice Tom. For a beginner I think you show a lot of promise. But it's sort of just a tease with my hose on. I think it's time we take them off so you can get down and dirty with my bare feet."

Oh god no. He did think rubbing her stocking feet was different but he hadn't considered she just thought of it as some type of foreplay; or would that be footplay? But now she was asking him, no telling him, to remove the nylon casings from her feet so he could start all over again on her bare skin. He was looking for a way out.

"Come on Tom, don't be scared. I'm just wearing knee-highs. So you can just slide your hands up my calf and then just roll the hose down and off my toes. Surely you've done that before. No? Well then this is just another learning experience which I am happy to offer. Chop, chop. You've still got work to do."

He had been in a daze. His hands stopped moving after she mentioned removing the hose. And he just looked at her feet with a blank stare as she described her knee-high stockings and how to remove them. She had a point that he may well have to do something like that in the future but he didn't feel it made it any easier to reach for Mildred's calf.

Slowly he began to move. He muttered a sort of yes response when she urged him to hurry up but his speed never really took off. Slowly his hands found her ankle and just as slowly they slide upwards, passing the hem of her modest dress and approaching her knee.

He felt the change in surface as he reached the end of her knee-highs and his fingers touched the bare skin of her legs. It actually took a little effort to get his fingers inside the cuff and begin a proper roll, but eventually he was gathering more and more of the stocking in his hands as his fingers made their way back down to her foot.

She lifted her foot slightly, allowing him to pull, stretch, and roll them over her heel. From there it was a simple matter to bring them off her foot completely. He sat there on his knees staring at her bare foot, her rolled up knee-high still in his hands.

"Seems you already have an appreciation for feet. Like what you see? Tell me what you're thinking."

Her speaking broke him out of his trance. What he had been thinking was how he hadn't been able to avoid feet all day, and that now here he was about to spend even more time with Mildred's bare feet. Instead he held up the bunched up stocking.
"Where should I put this?"

"You can just put that on the floor."

He dropped it on the floor to his side. And then noticed her foot moving in the air close to his head. Her foot almost connected with his face and for a moment he was a little off balance.

"Sure there isn't anything else about my feet? No? Well then let's move on to the other stocking."

Her foot was moving frantically for a moment and he was afraid she might kick him, accidentally or otherwise. He also feared she was going to make some more demands but the only command she gave was for him to continue removing her stockings. And so his hands soon were travelling up her other calf.

With her feet now bare she placed them side by side and flexed them back and forth. She was also sitting up now and even leaning forward some as she watched Tom. Apparently she too, found this a step beyond her previous massage.

Tom reached out for her bare foot, not wanting to, but with no other option. He just wanted to get this over and done with. But before he held her foot she stopped him.

"No, stop. Let's do things a little different. Stay there. Let me just scoot closer."

And with a little movement and a little effort on her part, Mildred came to sit on the end of the bed with one foot on the floor and her legs crossed at the knee.

This made the space rather tight between them. Her bare foot was on the floor between Tom's knees and thighs, dangerously close. Her other foot, dangling in the air, had practically no room and she had to turn her foot slightly just to keep her toes from touching him. He was going to have to slide back, at least a little, to have room to work.

"No Tom. Just stay right there. I'm sure we can make this work. Now why don't you start working on my foot. I'll let you know when it's time to switch."

So for whatever reason, she didn't want him to move, so he stayed where he was and reached for her bare foot. It wasn't the first foot, bare or otherwise, he had his hands on lately but the moment of contact was still something he couldn't ignore. Once that passed he tried to get in a groove working her foot.

Given the tight spacing he had to twist his hands and arms differently and it was rather awkward. He feared not only would he not be able to do a proper job with her foot, but that his own hands and fingers may get cramped from the positioning. A few seconds of this and she lifted her foot from his hands.

He thought she had realized the dilemma and was considering allowing him to scoot back a few inches after all. But that wasn't what she had in mind. He was a little confused at first and tried to follow what she was saying.

"No Tom, that wasn't a cue for you to stop. Your job is to rub my foot. If I move my foot, you move with it. Now let's try again."

She brought her foot back and once again he held it in his hands. He began rubbing and kneading her sole and after a few more seconds she moved her foot again. This time he kept hold of it and followed. She had raised it some and wiggled her toes as she watched him.

"That's better. I think I've created a new game. This will help you to be able to massage feet in all sorts of positions."

She laughed at her proclamation and then continued to move her foot every few seconds to a new and different position. Tom didn't think it was a very fun game, but he knew it was meant for her enjoyment and not his. He simply had to play along.

She changed the way she crossed her legs, letting her top leg lay in a horizontal position. This brought her foot higher and for the most part made it easier to work, although it was off to his left. Still it wasn't an easy and natural position.

Then she brought her foot up and rested it on his shoulder. So now her left foot was crossed over onto his left shoulder and he could barely keep his hands on her as she moved it there. She told him to let go with the hand by his ear and reach around.

This still wasn't an effective way to rub her foot and she had to know that. What it did do was put her bare foot exceedingly close to his head. He was sure her foot was just millimeters from his ear. She let it sit there a little longer enjoying his struggles.

Then she pulled her foot back and across and her sole nearly brushed his nose. It would have if he hadn't pulled his neck back. She then rested it on his right shoulder. This was perhaps more 'normal' from her perspective but it still didn't allow him proper access to massage her foot.

But while he was wondering how long she planned to play this game he noticed a different shifting in her foot; her other foot. Somehow it had found its way to rest on his thigh. Tom was wearing shorts and her bare heel was actually touching his bare leg close to his knee.

While she wiggled the foot he was working on he became more and more focused on the foot on his thigh. It was so close, he couldn't help but think back again to his footjob that morning. Did she know about that? Just how informed was she?

Or was this just form of footplay he had never been aware of until this morning? Was it possible that Mildred wanted to give him the same sort of treatment? Was there even a chance? His dick seemed to think there was because it was already growing inside his shorts.

She moved her foot again and Tom almost lost his grip as his thoughts were focused elsewhere. He continued his attempt to rub her foot, now wondering if she would notice his erection. A part of him wanted her to do so much more than notice it, but he still wasn't completely sure she wouldn't be offended and upset with him for his cock's behavior. A moment later he had his answer.

"Oh Tom! Seems like someone is very happy to be near my feet."

Her foot had slid into his crotch and after making a quick pass over his hard-on it had come to rest on top; her heel close to his balls as her sole pressed along his shaft and her toes played near his covered tip. Her foot pressed down as if mashing a brake pedal and Tom let out a moan involuntarily.

He held her other foot loosely as it moved through the air and she made a point to brush her toes across his chest, searching for his nipples. Then her foot landed squarely in the middle of his chest.

"Okay Tom, why don't you lean back a little for me. You can let go of my foot and put your hands on the floor to support yourself."

Tom slowly let go of her foot. He now wanted to grab her other foot and rub it against his straining dick. But he was afraid such a move would blow his chances at being able to blow his load. Plus, as she began to press against his chest with her foot, he really did need to put his hands on the floor behind him to keep from toppling over.

She pushed him a little farther and then stopped. There was a smile behind her eyes and she looked to be contemplating something. Meanwhile Tom was now in something of a triangle formation; his knees tucked under him, leaning back to form a slope, and his arms coming straight down from his shoulder to act as support pillars. He thought he must look like some kind of performing art dancer.

But he was aware of more than just his irregular body position. He was still very aware of Mildred's foot pressing down on his cock. But now he was also becoming more aware of her foot on his chest. His heart was now starting to pound and he wondered if she could feel it on her foot the way he could feel her foot on his heart.

"Well Tom, things just get more and more interesting don't they?"

She then slowly let her foot drag down from his chest towards his waist. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had never had a footjob before this morning, never even thought about it, but now he was going to have two in one day!

But that isn't exactly what happened. He had hoped her foot was going to magically undo his shorts and the two feet would then begin an orchestrated play of his cock until he had another mind-blowing orgasm right there. But her foot took a different tack.

As her toes reached his beltline, they didn't work themselves into his shorts, but rather under his shirt. And then her foot slid back up to rest in the middle of his chest. Her toes tickled his belly for a moment and he thought it the pretext to his second footjob, but when her bare toes and sole slid up his bare chest, held close by the fabric of his stretched shirt he experienced another new sensation. It was as unexpected as the intense pleasure that came along with it.

He didn't know why, but the soft sole of her foot sliding up his bare chest was like the soft sole of Felicia's foot as it had moved across his dick. Now Mildred's foot was once again at his heart and it was beating furiously. What was it with these women? Did all women know how to do such things?

He found he was breathing hard and moaning, and he had begun a rocking in his hips trying to hump the foot that was pressing down in his crotch. In a matter of seconds the foot massage was all but forgotten and now he was experiencing new pleasures and hoping for another explosive release.

"Ooo someone's getting rather excited. Are my feet doing that to you?"

He looked at her and saw the smile on her face. She looked so calm and at ease while at the same time his own body was trembling. He couldn't bring himself to answer her; he couldn't form words. He just looked at her pleadingly and then tilted his head back and closed his eyes, praying she would have mercy.

He felt her foot slowly move across his chest. Her toes pinched at his nipple. He wasn't really sure why she did that and he didn't notice any particular sensation regarding his nipple; but he was quite aware of her foot gliding across his chest as she searched it out.

"I think someone wants something. Did you want to ask me for something Tom?"

He still couldn't speak. He knew she was teasing him and she had to know what he wanted, even if right now he wasn't sure just how she would manage it. What he needed was a release. He needed to cum!

Her foot moved again and now it slid even higher up his body. It found the neck of his shirt and her expert toes dove underneath the edge and slipped through. Soon he felt the ball of her foot resting at the base of his throat and then her toes scrunched and caressed along his Adam's apple.

"What's the matter Tom? Sore throat?"

Oh god, more foot sensations. The soft sole and toes that played across his chest were now at his neck. Meanwhile her foot down below had begun to pump the pedal that was his dick, trapped within his shorts, straining to rip the very fabric and burst free.

He felt her bare heel drag along his upper chest as her leg fought to push itself under and up his shirt. Now her toes were grasping at his chin, like a climber looking to pull herself over that last edge to the summit.

"Cat got your tongue? I hope not for your sake. This might all come to a stop."

Now she was sounding more like Felicia; Ms. Rodriguez. She knew he was close to an orgasm and she was in control. She hadn't done it in quite the same way, but he now knew, even if he might be able to manage an orgasm on his own, it would be a shadow of what she could provide him.

But now Mildred, like Felicia, appeared to be negotiating the cost. He told himself he wasn't going to kiss or lick her feet. He told himself it would just be hands. But that was before Mildred had dropped her foot in his crotch. And she had done so much more than that.

He knew he would regret touching Mildred's feet with his tongue. He didn't want to do that for her, he didn't want to be used. But at the same time he was already comparing the cost to the potential reward. Besides, while she may be able to claim down the road that he licked her feet, he could also claim that she had given him a footjob. Surely that was about equal.

As he was coming to his decision he felt her toes creeping up past his chin and onto his lower lip. Her toes were now pulling at it and it would only be a matter of seconds before her toes passed his lips and moved into his mouth.

He made his decision. He dropped his head to look at her and at the same time allowed her toes to slide into his mouth and onto his tongue. He locked eyes with her as he began to suck on her toes. Her own eyes lit up and she seemed pleased he had made the right choice.

For precious seconds they just looked at each other while Tom sucked on her toes. He moved his tongue under, over, and around them. He pushed his tongue between them and drug it back out. He would pay the price. He would suck her toes and she would let him have the second foot-powered cum of the day, and of his life.

"That's a good boy. I'm quite impressed Tom. But if you want something from me you're going to have to say it out loud. What do you need from me Tom?"

"Imm meaghd thoo combmph"

She hadn't removed her foot from his mouth. In fact as he tried to speak she had simply pushed her foot farther inside. He realized this was just part of her game. He had to play along if he wanted his reward.

"What was that Tom? I couldn't understand you."

"Ahm neef tho cmmm."

"Sorry Tom? One more time; with feeling."

"I NEED TO CUM!"

She had pulled her foot back and Tom was practically shouting, unprepared for the sudden relief in his mouth. She looked at him as though shocked he had been so loud, but again it was her doing really. All part of her game which he had to play. Now maybe she was ready to do her part.

"Well that's a rather unusual request for your housekeeper. Still I suppose you might be allowed to cum. Let's see how deep you can take my foot. And really show me what your tongue can do. Your 'cum' depends upon it."

She had laid it out. In the end Felicia had required him to beg. He was forced to voice his need to Mildred but he was glad she hadn't required any real begging. For her it seemed to be a test of performance. He was prepared to work his tongue like crazy to get to the final stretch.

She wasn't kidding either. He soon found her foot pushing deeper and deeper into his mouth reaching places it hadn't touched before. She appeared to be after his tonsils and suddenly her foot wasn't as sexy as a moment before.

Still he worked his tongue like mad, dashing it under her sole and under her toes, wrapping it this way and that, trying it get in a decent suck here and there. All the while he was humping furiously against her foot.

"Yes that's it Tom. Take it. Take my foot!"

Now she was matching his rhythm. As he humped her foot, her foot moved back and forth in his mouth. As he realized she was fucking his mouth with her foot he lost some of his edge, but he was still so close, so very close.

"Take it Tom! Take it!"

She must have extended her leg somehow, for with a mouthful of her foot, he felt her heel on his chin and his body being pushed back even further. His arms threatened to buckle and he felt her toenails scraping the roof of his mouth. She held him there for the span of a couple seconds, perhaps less, and then she relinquished and pulled her foot out of his mouth and back.

And as her foot came free of his mouth her other foot ceased its pumping and dropped lower, still pressing hard against his member.

"Whew. Good boy Tom. I think you've earned that cum."

She said it but she had all but stopped. He waited for her to pick up the pace again. Or maybe she was going to open his shorts and let him out. He had already been so close it would have been easy to push him over the edge. Maybe she didn't know as much about what she was doing as he thought.

Seconds passed like molasses. Her foot remained in his crotch, pinning him quite effectively, but there was no skin to skin contact going on. No stroking or caressing, even with feet. She was just sitting there quite pleased and relaxed as he waited, desperate to have his cum.

"I can see supervising your homework is going to be rather exciting. I can't wait to see what this first week will bring."

What was she doing? He earned his cum. He needed his cum. Damnit, he wanted to cum! He wanted to cum now!

He figured he was still pretty close and it wouldn't take too much work. So he decided to just take matters into his own hands. He sat up and reached for her foot. A few hard rubs and he would be back in business. A couple more and he would have his orgasm.

But as he reached for her foot he felt something different. Her heel suddenly came down on his balls. That surely didn't help. And she wasn't quick to move her foot afterwards. He was losing.

"What do you think you're doing! Get your hands off my foot!"

It was confusing. She had wanted his hands on her feet. In fact she had ordered it. She was the one who found his erection and began to play with it. She offered him a chance at an orgasm. Why was she now so indignant?

"But you said I could cum!"

He was whining. He heard it in his voice. He sounded like a bratty kid and he wished he could take it back. But why had she stopped? When Mildred spoke her mind she meant what she said. What was going on?

"Yes I did. But you could lose that in an instant for bad behavior. Now if you shape up right now I'll still let you have your precious cum. Once I leave you can masturbate to your heart's content. But one more false move, one twitch, and you can't have that. Now promise me you will behave."

What was she talking about! He would be allowed to masturbate? Like she had any say in that anyway! She was supposed to use her feet to let him cum. Felicia had done it. She had started it and he agreed to use his tongue on her feet for it. He even agreed to her pushing her foot deeper into his mouth so that he could have his footjob completed. Why now was she taking that all away?

"But...but...you were supposed to...I used my tongue. I did what you asked. Why won't you...why...why won't you use your feet to make me cum!"

"Well Tom that does sound like quite a treat, and maybe I will someday. But I made no such promise to you. I simply told you I would allow you to cum if you showed me what you could do. You've done it, and now you have my permission to come; just not until after I have left the room."

"But...but..."

He wanted to fight. He wanted to get his just reward. But it was already lost. His dick knew it, and now he knew it too. He wanted to cry. But he surely wasn't going to do that. Not here, not now; not in front of Mildred.

"So Tom, tell me you'll be a good boy and I'll be on my way and leave you with some privacy."

He was defeated. She wasn't going to give him a footjob; at least nothing more than the protracted tease she had already put him through. Now he just needed to be alone. And for that to happen without a protracted argument, he needed to do one more thing.

"I'll be a good boy."

"That's what I like to hear. Now let me get my shoes and stockings and I'll see myself out."

Tom shuffled backwards allowing Mildred some room. He also handed her the stockings which were balled up on the floor nearby as she retrieved her shoes. In a very short time she had shoes and stockings in hand, and with feet still bare, she walked out of his room. As she retreated down the hall he heard her call back to him.

"Just don't take too long Tom. I'm sure you still need to do some more reading. And I'm sure you'll have a busy day tomorrow."

Tom just sat there on the floor. He slowly unzipped his shorts and took stock of his situation. He found he had a large wet spot on his underwear and it felt a little slick. However closer examination showed no signs of milky cum. His pants were wet with precum but he hadn't achieved a real orgasm.

Maybe that wasn't all Mildred's fault. Maybe he just had nothing left after this morning. Either way a quick tug or two and he decided he had lost the moment. No real point in trying to have a good wank now. So instead he tossed the underwear and shorts into the laundry hamper and changed into fresh ones.