It was 1983. I was 9 years old, attending Crownton Elementary School. Mrs. Enton was my 3rd grade teacher. She was a tall, young, attractive, red-haired woman, but I wouldn't have known it at the time. Geez, c'mon, I was 9 years old! Girls had 'cooties' and were avoided, lest your best friends think you liked them. So, as my 'homeroom' teacher, I attended...
Sister Persephone of the Order of No Mercy: A Special Session with Mistress Persephone Trembling like a schoolboy who forgot his homework, I rang the bell to Arena/Blaze. Although I was punctual and had the correct tokens for Mistress Persephone, I was still nervous that something wasn't right. I always want to please my mistress, so I pay attention to ever...
Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Tuesday, January 20 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 l...
When I was eighteen, I was particularly fond of my high school Honors English teacher Mrs. Turner, who was in her late forties. She had raven black hair and kind brown eyes. As her student, I found myself being attracted to the sophistication and authority she exuded as an intelligent mature woman. Every day in class I would sit anxiously waiting for her to...
Constantine Demopolous jerked his head back violently when his chin suddenly slammed into his chest, his exhausted and overworked body finally succumbing to the siren call of sleep. His eyes were bleary and bloodshot and as he quickly looked down he cursed himself when he saw that the last thing he had typed on his laptop was ninety-seven A's in a row. Sighi...
My wife and I met a man a couple of years ago at a popular vacation resort in Italy. Over drinks one evening, we discovered that we shared a hobby - watching our wives with other men. He told me the following story, which I relate here more or less as he told it to us. My wife Anne and I had been married for more than 10 years before I saw her having sex wi...
All characters are over the age of 18. ***** I could never bring myself to paying attention in Miss Jones's science class. However, I wasn't fixated on something outside, no, I could not stop staring at my beautiful teacher's glorious feet. She always wore these cute leather sandals or her flat leather slides to school, except on Thursdays when she coached...
For as long as he could remember Max had wanted to be near female feet. There wasn't a particular reason for it. He wasn't abused by his mother or anything. In fact, if he even tried to touch her feet he was forbidden. The same thing happened with any of her friends or his other female family members. Most boys would take the hint, but not Max. Each rejectio...
I got the text at 8:52 in the morning. "Get your ass over here!" It was from my Mistress Firefly. She sounded pissed so I knew I had better move it! Fortunately for me I was just about to head out the door to do a few errands when the text came in, and was ready to respond immediately. When I go to her home, the look upon her face was truly to be feared. Sh...
Note from the author: Thanks to those who offered feedback and encouraged me to continue the story. I'm glad I did and hope that you enjoy it. I always try to make my stories believable and psychological. I hope you might consider reading my non-fetish stories, too. Happy reading and thanks again for your feedback. ***** I knew exactly which liquor store J...