I have noticed your nervous glances in class, constantly catching you checking out my legs and heels. Every lesson you excuse myself to the bathroom and seem to be gone an awfully long time. You are clearly infatuated and a chronic masturbator. I love teasing your young cock with my stockinged legs and will often sit at the front of class dangling my heel and watching you clearly suffering. I decided to play a bit of a cruel trick by leaving my heels in the classroom one afternoon. Next morning, my heels have disappeared and you have called out sick. I smile to myself knowingly, and resolve to confront you by making you stay late the next day to 'catch up' with what you missed in class. 


I am going to ensnare you as my personal foot worshipper. I tell you it just won't do to go around stealing my shoes, wouldn't you rather have the real thing?( I'd love for your soles to be pre-moisturised before you strip off your heels and stockings so that they look clammy and sweaty (yet still clean, my perfect texture).) I push and flex my wrinkled soles all in your face, making you worship them in exchange for my silence. 


I tell you how I’m going to make it agony for you in class so that you won't be able to concentrate. The more you fall behind, the more we'll be to do these little 'homework clubs' regularly. And the more you capitulate and worship my feet, the more ammunition I will have for exposing your secret foot fetish. You’ll do exactly as I say.