Kiss My Feet Bitch

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Kiss My Feet Bitch
Why does my boyfriend kiss my feet?
Author has 66 answers and 148.8K answer views · 6 y ·
My teacher straight up asked me to worship her feet. I did and now I regret it. What do I do?
What does it mean when a man kisses a woman's feet during sex?
What is the best site for foot worship?
Do girls like it when a guy kisses their feet?
Why does my boyfriend keep kissing my feet during sex?
Lives in Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India · · 4 y ·
My teacher straight up asked me to worship her feet. I did and now I regret it. What do I do?
What does it mean when a man kisses a woman's feet during sex?
What is the best site for foot worship?
Do girls like it when a guy kisses their feet?
Why does my boyfriend keep kissing my feet during sex?
My boyfriend told me he loves kissing my feet as much as kissing my lips. Does he have a foot fetish? What should I do?
I have a foot fetish and want to lick my teacher's feet. What should I do?
What does it mean if a man kisses a women on her feet?
How do I get a girl to let me suck their toes and lick their feet?
Do girls enjoy rubbing a borner with their feet?
Why does he kiss my feet and kiss on me so affectionately? Is that a good sign?
If a teen has never gotten her feet sucked, will she like it?
Do women lick their man's feet during sex?
Can someone let me lick, suck, and have sex with their feet?
My teacher straight up asked me to worship her feet. I did and now I regret it. What do I do?
What does it mean when a man kisses a woman's feet during sex?
What is the best site for foot worship?
Do girls like it when a guy kisses their feet?
Why does my boyfriend keep kissing my feet during sex?
My boyfriend told me he loves kissing my feet as much as kissing my lips. Does he have a foot fetish? What should I do?
I have a foot fetish and want to lick my teacher's feet. What should I do?
What does it mean if a man kisses a women on her feet?
How do I get a girl to let me suck their toes and lick their feet?
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First of all, I think it is very nice of you to indulge his foot fetish. He likes your feet and clearly is very attracted to you. In a sense when he is kissing your feet, he is also kinda worshipping you, if you think about it. Use his fetish and have fun with it, tease him with your toes; Surprise him with an unusual toe nail color., and wear flip flops so he cannot resist you.
he expressed is felling way of kiss on your feet
1. he proud to be get a good girlfriend for his life
4. These type of kiss. He hold u in his heart. he don't know how to express is love to u. so that he kiss your feet.
He is very good boy never loose him
Have a great time all the best be happy both .

Would you kiss my sandals to kiss my feet?
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Of course I would, id lick em good too 😋
I wouldn't kiss the feet until the sandals are perfectly clean
I would kiss the inside of your sandals to get to kiss/lick/suck your toes and feet.
Yes I would lick your sandals clean like the bitch I am 😍🙇
Heck ya..Jerking for your beautiful Barefeet now...Mmmmm

[I made this story on another forum under the account HybridTheory, but decided to post it here for other people to read. I hope you enjoy it, it's completely fiction)
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Her student. Her slave.

His name used to be Matt. That was, of course, until two years ago. Now he’s completely her property: her toy, her amusement, her entertainment; he completely belongs to her. But, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves, shall we? Let’s start from the beginning…
*May of 07*
It was the warmest day of the year so far. The school didn’t have air-conditioning and everyone was boiling. Matt sat at his desk trying to pay attention in his English class -- trying so hard to get a scholarship to University. He stared at the chalkboard, studying the notes from the day before. He was a good-looking kid. Nineteen years old, black hair, and stood close to six-feet tall. He was pretty well-liked and did well in school -- especially on the mat. You see, Matt was the school’s best all-around wrestler, and ended up winning his school the state title, making him sort of a celebrity in the halls. His undefeated record was astonishing, and above all else, all this did was boost his ego.
Then… she walked in. Yes, her. His teacher, the one who he hated ever since she graded his essay with a B+ when an A would have earned him the scholarship right then and there. That, and he seemed to notice she always gave the girls better marks, in fact, even the dumbest girl in the class managed to secure a 90 average while he dangled just above 60 despite giving it everything he had.
Her name was Jenny Foster. Or, as she liked to be called: Miss Foster, because calling a teacher by their first name is always disrespectful right? Anyway, she stood 5’5, had an air-brushed face, golden blonde hair, and always had her legs exposed, causing most of the boys in the class to drool. But not Matt; he saw her as a problem, and someone who was going to prevent him from getting that scholarship.
“Good morning, class,” Miss Foster said, smiling, heading towards the front of the class. “Before we begin I want to say that your exams are coming up and the school board has decided to up the ante this year, meaning it’ll be worth 70% of your final grade.”
A hush fell over the class room. Matt stared at his teacher, eyeing her menacingly. If he were to fail that exam, forget the scholarship, he wouldn’t even have the credits to make it into University! He raised his hand.
“Miss Foster, you can’t be serious! I mean, this is nuts. 70% is too much. Can’t you do something?”
“Matty, there is nothing I can do,” she replied. He hated it, though. Ever since the beginning of being in her class she always called him Matty, like it was cute or something.
“Yes there is. You can mark our exams fairly,” he said.
“Fairly? Whatever do you mean, Matty?”
“You know. It seems like you always grade all of the girls in the class with high marks while people like me, being a grown man, get low marks always!”
“Excuse me? Matty, you can’t be serious.”
“I am so, Jenny.” That had done it.
“Jenny? Matty, you know never to call me by my first name. Never.”
“So what, Jenny? I’m pretty much screwed anyway. Thanks, looks like I’m retaking this class in summer school.”
“Matty, that’s a detention after class for the next four days.”
“Pfft, as if I’ll come,” Matt replied, grabbing his books and heading towards the door. But it was at that moment, his life as he knew it began to change… “Whoa!” he exclaimed, as a girl stuck out her leg, causing him to trip and fall onto the floor right where Jenny Foster was standing. He fell down, and down, and down, just getting his hands down in time, pressing them against the floor while his face and lips touched down onto Miss Foster’s feet and her flip flops.
“Oh my,” said Miss Foster in a joking tone.
All the girls in the class began to laugh ecstatically as Matt tried to get up, only to find a string of saliva going from his mouth to her foot. Matt began to blush something fierce.
“I’ll see you in detention,” Miss Foster told Matt and he ran out of the class room in complete embarrassment. “If you don’t show up, I’ll making sure you get suspended!”
Suspended. That would not look well on his record. Great, now he had to go for detention at lunch.
*Lunch an hour later*
Matt opened the door leading into his English class where Miss Foster was sitting down her office chair with her legs crossed elegantly. “Have a seat,” she told him, pointing to a small kiddy chair in front of her. She must have been joking, but nonetheless, he had a seat.

“Matty, I’ve been thinking… maybe I did grade your paper too harshly. Maybe it did deserve an A+,” Miss Foster said, smiling. Finally, she was speaking Matt’s language.
“Thank you,” he told her, surprised.
“But after you left the class room, I realized something. You hate being embarrassed. When you tripped and fell, and you kissed my foot…”
“Listen, I never kissed your foot! My mouth was like that when I fell. Why the hell would I do something like that?” Matt was pretty upset.
“I see,” Miss Foster replied. Slowly, she began to smirk. “Matty, here is your paper with an A+,” she reached to her desk and pulled it out, revealing the higher grade. “All it needs is my signature, and I’ll enter it into the records.”
“Okay?” Matt asked, puzzled.
Miss Foster giggled and extended her foot towards Matt’s face, but he quickly pushed it out of the way.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Matt asked, standing up.
“Matty, if you want this grade, you have to do something for me.”
“What?” Matt asked in an agitated voice.
“I want you to get down on her knees, say you’re sorry for insulting me earlier and kiss my foot. Then the grade is yours,” she capped it off with a devilish grin.
“No… why?!”
“It’s up to you,” Miss Foster said. “If you finally accept me as your superior, maybe you’ll be able to do well in my class and go to University. Otherwise, it might be an awful long time in summer school.”
“Please, no…” Matt pleaded.
“Oh please, it’s not like I’m asking you to beg me for forgiveness or anything. Just go on your knees, say ‘sorry Miss Foster for insulting you’, and kiss my feet. It’s that simple,” she made it sound like anyone with an ego like Matt could do it.
“…Fine… fine,” Matt finally said, moving the small chair out of the way and slowly dropping to one knee.
“Both,” Miss Foster said, and just like that, Matt got on both his knees. “Now, say you’re sorry.”
“…I’m sorry Miss Foster,” Matt said, causing his teacher to grin. “You mark fair, and I’m very sorry for insulting you…” and with that, he moved his lips down onto her right foot, closed his eyes, and kissed it.
“Good job, Matty,” Miss Foster said.
“Do I get the grade?” he asked.
“There was just one problem with the kiss,” she said, sliding out of her sandals. “You were supposed to kiss both of them right below my toes.”
Matt nearly threw up in his mouth.
“You can’t be serio…” but he realized she was indeed, very serious. Knowing he had to do this to get the grades, he moved closer towards her foot, closed his eyes and kissed one right below the toes, and pecked another just above it. Miss Foster smiled. She had won.
“Thank you, Matty. And good luck on the exam,” with that, Miss Foster got up and walked out of the class, leaving her footsteps echoing out of the class, leaving Matt on his knees, and humiliated. But not before long, Miss Foster peeked her head back in.
“Oh, and Matty…”
Matt stared back at his teacher and the smile on her face.
“I’ll be seeing you tomorrow after class. Remember, you still have three more days of detention, and what with these slow, slow computers it’ll take three days for your mark to process.”
“What are you saying?” Matt asked.
“Your homework is on your desk,” and with that, she walked out. Matt, already a broken man, walked towards his desk where there was a brown paper bag and a note attached to it.
‘Dear Matty, thank you so much for finally being a good student. I knew I would get you to see the light. Sadly, you still upset me today, but I knew that you would come through eventually. Anyway, I thought I might give you a special assignment for 5% bonus on your essay.’
Matt looked inside the bag and found what he was dreading, a pair of pink flip flops Miss Foster had worn all year last year.
‘I expect them to be nice and clean for tomorrow, and be sure to use your tongue. If you don’t, I’ll be sure to know. And if you don’t do it, say goodbye to your great A+… I think I’ll give it to Jessica instead. Have fun.’
And with that, Matt had no choice. He dropped to his knees, took her flip flop and started licking. Little did he know, Miss Foster had come back into the class room, and watched from a distance as even the most egotistical of men worshipped her feet.
…To be continued…

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Part 2: Fun.

Matt spent the entire lunch hour licking Miss Foster’s pink flip flops nice and clean, just as she wanted him to if he expected to do well on his essay. He dreaded it. They were as dirty as could be, and ended up bringing them home to finish his “assignment”. His tongue could hardly take it -- when he was at home, he ended up doing what he was told not to do, and that was cheat. Matt grabbed a wash cloth and began to clean them with it. ‘She’ll never know,’ he told himself…

The bell rang. He was set for his second straight detention with Miss Foster. Matt walked through the halls of his high school towards his English class with a brown paper bag by his side disguised as his lunch, only inside were Miss Foster’s flip flops. He opened the door and walked in, being greeted to Miss Foster who waved at him, sitting down at her desk, eating an apple.
“Thank you for showing up, Matty,” she began. “I hope you enjoyed your homework assignment.”
Matt didn’t say a word, he walked towards his desk and had a seat, keeping the flip flops in the brown bag. Miss Foster shook her head, “Let me see them,” she told Matt, who got out of his seat and walked towards her desk. “Oh no, put them on,” she instructed, pointing below her desk.
“You’re kidding me,” Matt said.
“Am I kidding?” Miss Foster jokingly said, only Matt knew for a fact in no way shape or form was she ‘kidding’. He dropped to his knees, went under her desk, and began to remove the sandals she was already wearing -- brown and soft -- and placed the pink flip flops on her feet.
“There,” Matt said, getting up, heading towards his desk.
“Looks like you fail,” Miss Foster said, shaking her head in a disappointed fashion.
“What? Why?!” Matt exclaimed.
“I can tell you used a wash cloth to clean my sandals, Matty. Please tell me I don’t have to give that A+ to someone else,” Matt couldn’t believe it. She knew. She actually knew he had cheated.
“Ho--how?!” Matt asked, just as Miss Foster got out of her chair, and walked towards her student.
“My feet are very sensitive, Matty. Did you know that? Well, you should know it,” she told him, causing him to stand in disbelief. “Now, I’m going to give you another chance to get that A+, but you’re going to need to work for it, and -really- say you’re sorry for cheating.”
Matt knew what she wanted him to do.
“I’m sorry, Miss Foster,” Matt said, dropping to his knees, reaching towards her foot, pecking it with a kiss.
“That won’t cut it, Matty. Beg me.”
“B--be---beg?” Matt had never begged anyone before, let alone a woman. He wasn’t going to let a member of the opposite sex make him beg her for forgiveness was he?
“Yes, beg. I want you to bow your head, and beg me to give you a second chance. I know you want to go to university. And I know I’m the only one who can make it happen. So, what’s it going to be, Matty? What are you going to do? Enjoy my class for another year, or beg me now, and see what happens?” her words were cruel, but honest. He had no choice. Matt bowed his head, kissed her feet, and started to beg her.
“Please Miss Foster, please! Please give me another chance. Please, please, please. I was so wrong to cheat. I should have licked your sandals the whole time. Please, Miss!” he began to lick the sides of her sandals, pleading for another chance. Begging for his future.
“I don’t know…” Miss Foster began. “My feet are really sensitive, as I said. I wonder if there is anything you could do to make them feel good?” Matt got the message.
“I’ll gladly massage your feet!” Matt said, keeping his head bowed. “Can I massage your feet for the A+?”
“Matty, you’re only trying to earn back a second chance to get that A+. But yes, I’ll take that foot massage,” and with that Miss Foster had a seat on her desk as Matt stayed on his knees and took off her pink flip flops and took her right foot in his hand. “Before you begin, just like last time, Matty.”
“Yes, Miss Foster,” Matt said, kissing her foot right below her toes.
“Good, now get on with the massage,” she said.
This was the first time Matt had ever given anyone a foot massage, but he seemed to be a natural at it. Miss Foster’s feet were smooth, and had probably received a lot of pedicures in the past. Her soles were heavenly, and soft as could be. And here was Matt, a broken student, going to great lengths to get into University. On his knees, massaging and kissing the feet of his teacher -- someone who had him tightly wrapped around her finger. She was continuing to break him.
“You’re good as this, Matty. Maybe I should make you do this for me tomorrow too,” Miss Foster said, giggling as Matt changed feet.
“Anything,” Matt said, hardly believing he had said it. I guess ‘anything’ was the right word; he was willing to do whatever it took to get into University.
“Hmmm…” Miss Foster pondered. “Well, for your make-up assignment, how about you write me an essay about how much you adore me as a teacher and what you think of kissing and massaging my feet?” Matt had no choice, he nodded his head and kisses his teacher’s foot, signalling he was done with the rub. “Put my sandals on,” she instructed, getting Matt to follow immediately.
“I’ll write it,” Matt said as Miss Foster proceeded to leave the class room, leaving Matt on his knees, just like before, only this time, even more humiliated and broken.
“Thank you, Matty. See you in detention tomorrow with your essay,” and with that, she walked out.
Matt, however, had enough. Deep down he was sick and tired of tasting and rubbing her feet. He had to find a way to get even with her, and he had planned it ever since walking into her class room for detention.
He checked to make sure the coast was clear, and dug into his pocket, taking out twenty photographed copies of Miss Foster in a bikini which he had made via photoshop. He snuck around the class room, knowing this was the perfect way to get back at her, and placed the photos inside of each desk in the room. When it was time for English class the next day, she would be the one getting humiliated…
…To be continued… 

Part 3: The Taste & The Deal

The bell rang, and it was time for English. Matt passed a few teachers in the hall and some of his fellow students, two of which were talking about some sort of replacement for the school’s junior wrestling team, something Matt didn’t care about due to the fact he was a senior. He made it into the class and sat in his desk, just waiting for Miss Foster to come in and say to everyone ‘open your desks and take out your text books’. What she didn’t know was that inside of everyone’s desk was a picture of her in a bikini -- it was Matt’s ultimate revenge on a teacher who was making him suffer by licking her sandals and tasting her feet with kisses. Matt had had enough.
Then, she walked in, wearing a black skirt, red dress and black sandals exposing her pink toes. How Matt hated her feet and being
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