I hated school, I hated maths even more. I was a creative spirit. I could draw well. Most teachers did not like me. Drawing during their class except for one teacher, Mrs. Jenny. She noticed my talent, she did not get angry with me, instead, she encouraged me to try to focus on my maths and in return she would like me to draw for her. I was cool with that. I thought she was nice. She understood me, never made me a fool. I really grew fond of her.
I am submissive by nature; I tend to agree and submit to the rules. Miss Jenny understood this; however, I had a secret, feet. I am a huge foot fetishist. Not a day would pass without dreaming of a girl's feet. My love of feet took a new level. Mrs. Jenny. I could not help but start to pay attention to her feet. The one day she came to school wearing a pair of chunky open toe thick strappy wedge heels. I was fixated on her the entire day. In fact, I looked so much at her I had to force myself to look away as she may notice and think weird of me. I could not help myself, the frustration was building, I was hard, throbbing, frustrated. Turned to my drawing abilities, started sketching her feet and shoes,
I was lost in the moment when suddenly before I could hide the picture, she approached me, looked directly at the image and picked it up. I went red, I wanted to cry! I did not know what to do but there she stood, glanced in detail at my drawing, she looked at me and I simply smiled. She handed the drawing back to me a said:
“Keep that one. It is beautiful.”
Taken back, I was at a loss for words inside my own head, she winked and walked back to her desk. I could still feel my face burning blood red but happy knowing she had approved of my drawing, or in my mind more so my fetish for feet.
That afternoon, after the bell had gone off, Mrs. Jenny called me to her desk. I approached her with a lump in my throat. She could see this, she said:
“Come here sweetie, come sit down, let's have a chat.”
She was so kind; I began to relax and sat down. Looking at me for what felt like eternity she simply smiled and then began to ask me:
“Tell me Hun, I see you drew such a beautiful picture of my feet and shoes, why?”
I went red again and then she continued:
“Not to worry love, I am not angry. I do love your drawings and feel very flattered that you would draw a part of me. I only wanted to know why my feet?”
During this discussion, while I was trying to find the words to explain to her in normal terms without it sounding weird, she had already known why, she was a very clever woman, she had worldly experience, I did not. She was simply trying to get me to admit my fetish to open the dialogue. I was lost, then immediately she jumped in again to help me:
“Sweetheart, there is no need to be ashamed of your drawing nor your interest in a woman’s feet. It is a normal thing for boys who grow up into men who still follow their desires. I simply want to help you understand and navigate your path to make sure you do not feel lost or like an outcast because those feelings can hurt a sweet caring boy like you.”
I began to relax, I realised finally there was a person who I respected and looked up to who was approving of my desires. She continued:
“Hun, it’s important to discuss the feelings you have inside, your art helps you vent it, however you need a person you can trust who can guide you.”
I replied:
“Yes madam, I understand.”
“good” she said.
“Now, let me tell you something, as an older mature woman I really appreciate your fixation of me, one because a woman of my age and figure does not always get the kind of attention you have shown in me. It is however important to understand though that i am still your teacher and i am older than you are therefore it is my duty to guide you correctly. You understand?” “Yes madam” I responded.
“Great!” she replied.
She began to shift her chair around the table towards me, she sat down in front of me and then said:
”Ok Hun, now if you’re willing let me help you navigate your feelings in this matter, let me help you understand certain things and feelings are ok to engage on if it’s consented - ok?”
“Yes madam” I replied.
“Right now my feet are sore from wearing these shoes all day, would you be willing to help me? Do you consent to taking off my shoes and rubbing my feet?” she asked.
“Um yes madam” I replied very eager yet not sure.
“Thank you sweetheart, there we go, unbuckle my straps please, i can’t bend over” she remarked.
“Do not worry Hun, we are not doing anything wrong, all you are doing is helping me with the pain i am in, you are doing a good thing here! Do not be shy.” She confirmed.
She smiled at me just like in the photo. I began to comply, she lifted her feet up onto my legs, I could remember paying attention to how her shoes were twisting and pulling on the straps fixed tight around her foot, squeaking as I started to unbuckle them.
“Ah that feels good, i like my shoes to be tight on my feet, it’s safer and more comfortable but it does hurt after a while”. She commented.
It felt like her words sank into my blood rushing to my penis, I was starting to throb, I tried to keep it professional, I tried to hide it. I then proceeded to slip of her wedge heel having to twist it slightly left and right to remove it from her foot that had stuck to the leather inner sole, she’d been sweating in them all day, I could hear her foot as it separated from the sole of the shoe with the leather twisting and pulling, I remember how upon the release her shoe came off and a caught the scent of her foot sweat infused with the leather, it was amazing! The first-time I had had the opportunity to indulge in this type of footwear with the sour leather aroma of her feet mixed with leather. I remember having to quickly regain my focus, I was drifting, I looked up at her and caught her in a gaze. She was looking directly at me with a peculiar look on her face and a slight grin, upon realising I’d seen her expression she quickly adjusted into the reassuring smile again. I found it peculiar, as if she were indulging in the moment, as if she was accumulating satisfaction from watching me submit to her instruction. However, I told myself to come out of it, Mrs. Jenny’s intentions were to allow me to assist her in her time of need. That is all! I began to focus on the task at hand, rubbing her feet. I remember beginning to rub and she began to lounge back into her chair, closing her eyes she remarked:
“Oooo yes, that feels wonderful! Please do not stop!”
Looking back up at her I noticed the look again, however this time she did not bother to correct it. Instead, she kept gazing at me, as if she had not worried about hiding it. She then smiled and closed her eyes. It must have been about 20 minutes; she was in complete bliss. Not a worry in the world and to be fair so was I. The massage continued then I remember her dropping her right foot directly onto my crotch region. It seemed like an accident. I was in complete shock, my penis was rock hard prior to her foot landing on it, I knew she felt it, there is no mistake, she knew it, she felt it! I began to panic, blood red face, then she quickly removed her feet and jumped forward saying:
“O my God! I’m so sorry! I did not mean for that to happen!”
I immediately replied:
“Sorry Madam! I am sor…!”
Cutting me off she said:
“No, sweetheart, you’ve done nothing wrong, it was my fault!” “Your creative hands are skilled in other areas other than drawing, and your massage was so good you put me to sleep.”
As she was leaning over to place her wedges back onto her feet she remarked:
“Thank you so much for the foot rub, it has really helped but I think it’s time for us to call it a day”
I stood up, lost, dazed, uncertain, and embarrassed. She noticed and immediately placed her hand on mine and said:
“Listen Hun, you don’t need to be embarrassed, what happened is natural, you’re a male who has male intentions, naturally you will experience arousal due to certain aspects and in this case it’s my feet. I know this, you have a foot fetish. I did not plan to make you uncomfortable; in fact, I knew you were aroused. It is expected. You are a foot guy! I knew this and I’m sure you do too right?”
“Ah yes?” I hesitantly replied.
“No, YES! You are!” she replied. “This is exactly what I am helping you navigate, to understand your emotions as a fetishist. That It’s ok as long as you are true to yourself and the person you are sharing it with. Now, do not get me wrong, my foot slipping was an accident and I in no way intended it to happen nor make you uncomfortable, but it did and it is ok. It was a mistake on my part. You see?”
“Yes Madam” I replied.
“Good! Now remember, as I said you’re a male, these feelings will arouse you but what’s important now is acting on your feelings in the correct way and correct way is we as humans including me as a female and your teacher all need to release our built up feelings. How do we release our feelings and allow ourselves to climatise back down? By masturbating. It’s important, you need to release your built-up emotion, even from massaging my feet. You need to get it out of your system otherwise it blocks your judgement. Now that’s for you to decide when and where but it’s also important to fantasise healthy thoughts whilst doing so. You need to admire the person who’s kind to you, not the bad people. The one who is kind to you, who supports you, looks after you. You’re investing your mind into a positive space where it can’t hurt you. Do you understand what I am teaching you?” she replied.
“Yes Madam” I replied.
“Wonderful now let us be on our way. I’m sure you need to get home as you have homework but remember, don’t be too quick to wash your hands as they are wonderfully scented now for you to utilize for your release therapy I taught you about.” she replied with a smile on her face.
I was completely blown away, did my teacher Mrs. Jenny just encouraged me to go home and masturbate to her foot scent on my hands!? Did she just encourage me to blow my load with her in mind? Ummm, yes, exactly that!
I rode my BMX home, all the way I had Mrs. Jenny in my mind, she consumed every part of me, I would take the opportunity to sniff my hands, I could smell her scented foot aroma on them, I had a mental picture of her in my mind, nothing else mattered, the world passed me by and was on cloud 9. She had taught me about my fetish, she’d taught me about acting on my emotions in the correct way, she’s my idol, my Goddess, my release from the prison I’d placed my mind in. I would do anything for her. Anything.
