Teacher Blackmail Stories

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Teacher Blackmail Stories
Ms. Kohlman was
my favorite teacher. She was very intelligent, very helpful, and quite
attractive, even as a woman in her forties. I was very good in her history
class, but because of one partner assignment, where my partner had totally
messed up the work we did, I got a bad grade and my history average lowered to
a B+. I was angry, so I went and found Ms. Kohlman.



She is one of
the heads of the high school, so she often has people in her office, but today
there was no one except her. It was pretty late after school, and there weren’t
very many other people still there. It was safe to assume we were alone.



She welcomed me
in, and invited me to sit on the sofa.



“So what’s the
problem, Alex?”



I explained to
her my frustration about my grade, and how I thought I did not deserve this but
higher. She explained how the numbers added up to give me a B+, even though
every other assessment I had turned in had been an A. She said she couldn’t
change the grade. I begged her to, but she was firm. I finally decided to try a
different method.



“Is there
anything I could do for you that you would like?”



She raised an
eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”



“Anything you
want. I’m all yours.”



“Like what,
like a slave?”



I was slightly
taken aback with her use of this word so suggestively. But she seemed to be
getting in to it, so I continued.



“Yeah, I
suppose.”



“And you want
to be my slave so I will raise your grade?”



“Yes.” I might
as well be honest.



“What are you
willing to do?”



“Whatever you
need.”



She smiled, and
looked down at her boots. They had fairly high heels and could easily have been
making her feet sore. I could see where this was going. She looked back to me.



“You’d have to
keep this a secret, understand?”



“Yes, ma’am.”



“Now, I’ve been
wearing these boots all day, and my feet hurt. Would you give me a foot
massage?”



I was beginning
to feel a little hard down there, and tried to suppress it. I had seen Ms. Kohlman’s
feet before, and they were very nice. They had soft, lovely soles, nice toes, a
small bunion, but nothing unattractive.



I stood up.



“Sure I will.
Where do you want me to-”



She cut me off.
“I’ll come over and sit on the sofa, and you get a chair.”



She was
beginning to order me around, I kind of liked it. She got up from her chair and
sat on the sofa. I pulled over her desk chair, and sat in it right in front of
her.



Ms. Kohlman
placed her boot-clad feet on my lap.



“Take my shoes
off.”



I unzipped her
boots and placed them on the ground.



“And the
socks.”



I pulled off
her nice white socks, exposing her very nice feet.



“Now, massage.”



I began running
my thumbs over her soles and toes. I focused on her right foot, massaging it
delicately but firmly. She loved it, ever so often ordering me to press harder
or go up or down her arch. She suddenly raised her head.



“My leg’s getting
sore from propping it up like this. Why don’t you get on the floor?”



Wow, she was
ordering me to sit on the floor and massage her feet. I was becoming her slave.
I slid the chair away and sat cross-legged on the floor. I picked up her foot
again, and resumed the massage.



After about ten
minutes of me massaging Ms. Kohlman’s foot, she raised the other one.



“This one now.”



I took her foot
in my hands and massaged that one, too. This all went on for about forty-five
minutes, until I said I had to go because my dad was picking me up.



“One more
thing, Alex,” she called to me as I was about to exit the door, “I won’t make
you do much more than massage my feet from time to time, but when I tell you
to, you will do it, understand? And whatever else I tell you to do. I will
raise your grade and maybe even other grades if you’re good. Be in here
tomorrow at 4.”



With that, she
waved me off, and I left.




 


Tomorrow at 4,
I entered her office again. She was sitting at her desk, working on her
computer. She looked at me.



“Ah, there you
are. Now, I realize yesterday I didn’t get much work done when you were rubbing
my feet, so this is what we’re going to do today and from now on: you will sit
underneath the desk and massage my feet and I will keep on working. Understand?”



I nodded.



“Good, now get
under here, my feet are killing me.”



I put my
backpack down and crawled under the surprisingly spacious desk. She had already
removed her shoes and socks, and her lovely bare feet lay in front of me. She
didn’t bother to say anything, she simply slid her foot into my hands and I
went to work massaging her feet.



After fifteen
minutes she thrust forward her other foot and I resumed the role of slave boy
rubbing feet under the desk.



These meetings
went on for the rest of the year. It got to the point where it was such a
frequent occurrence that I would simply enter her office and put my backpack
down and she would slide back a bit from her desk, without even looking at me.
I would crawl under the desk, and begin massaging her bare feet, like the foot
slave I was. On the plus side, I got great grades in all my classes.




 


In May one
time, Jessie Cohen, a really hot senior girl, who was good friends with Ms. Kohlman,
barged in to her office while we were in one of these “meetings.”



I was just
finishing massaging her right foot when she came in. I felt Ms. Kohlman tense
when she did.



“Jessie! What
is it?”



“My math
teacher is trying to give me a D because I play with my hair in class!”



They discussed
it for a little bit until Ms. Kohlman invited Jessie to sit on the sofa. And
that was when she noticed someone under the desk.



“Um, is there
someone under the desk?”



Ms. Kohlman
paused for a second, and then slid away from her desk and motioned for me to
stand up. I did, and Jessie was quite taken aback.



“You may not
tell anyone, but Alex comes here after school sometimes and massages my feet.”



Jessie seemed
to understand this, and waved it off. “Oh, it’s fine. I won’t tell anyone, I
guess…” She started to have a bit of a glint in her eyes.



“What’s the
hesitation?” Ms. Kohlman asked her.



“Well, I won’t
tell, if I get a better grade in math.”



“You’re
blackmailing me.”



“It should be
easy, you know all of them and you can tell them they’re wrong and change my
grade!”



“Fine, but you
can’t tell anyone.”

           “And a foot massage.”



“What?”



“I want a foot
massage, too. I’ve had a crazy day, and my feet hurt.”



Ms. Kohlman
didn’t even look at me.



“Fine, he’ll
give you a foot massage.”



“Whenever I
come in here?”



“If he’s here,
yes.”



I was being
sold to this girl. I was just property. But, hey they were both pretty hot.



Ms. Kohlman got
up and went and sat on the sofa with Jessie.



“Slave? Sit on
the floor and massage our feet.”



Jessie looked
at Ms. Kohlman. “He’s your slave?”



“I raise his
grades for him, he does whatever I tell him to.”



“Can I order
him around, too?”



“When you’re in
here, anything.”



Jessie giggled
and turned to me. “Kneel.”



I knelt before
them. Jessie extended her long, beautiful leg towards me.



“Take off my
shoes.”



I removed her
boots.



“Socks too.”



I began to pull
off her socks.



“No, with your
mouth.”



I looked at Ms.
Kohlman in shock.



She replied,
“Hey, when you’re our slave, you do whatever
we say.”



I gave up and
took Jessie Cohen’s sock in my teeth and pulled it off her foot. I did the
other one, too, and she wiggled her bare foot in my face.



“Massage my
foot, slave.”



I began
massaging Jessie Cohen’s beautiful foot.



I rubbed her
feet for about twenty minutes, switching feet after ten. Then Ms. Kohlman
insisted I rub her feet so I put down Jessie’s and moved to hers.



As I knelt and
massaged Ms. Kohlman’s feet, Jessie placed her feet on my shoulder.



“I can use him
as a footrest too, right?”



“Whatever you
want.” Ms. Kohlman seemed to be enjoying this.



Jessie giggled
again. “It’s so much fun having a slave to rub your feet whenever you want. I
need one of these.”



“You know
what,” Ms. Kohlman said, “You work so hard, Jessie and you do so much for the
school, I’ll let you use him whenever you want.”

           I looked up at her. She was
actually selling me to Jessie. I was their foot slave. But I got great grades.




 



 
This was originally going to be a one-chapter type story, like no more parts, but if you guys want I could write more, if I get feedback and suggestions for what you want to see happen.
Please continue and add some foot smelling please.
i think this story has good potential, and it couldn't hurt to write more
So, who wants me to write more? I can do that but first give me some ideas
I really appreciate that and thank you but for this story it was just a one time thing originally so I don't have much of a story going any further but I'm working on it. It's coming soon
About a month had passed since Ms. Kohlman’s and my “arrangement” had begun, and school was almost over. I had been kept very busy over the few weeks, though, between serving Ms. Kohlman’s every whim and also Jessie Cohen’s. After I had been basically sold to Jessie for part-time service, the hot senior girl never wasted a minute of her time with me. More on that later.
Every day after school, I would visit Ms. Kohlman’s office and we would do our regular routine. I would kneel under the desk and without a word between us I would remove her shoes and socks (if she hadn’t already) and begin massaging her cute, sweaty feet. I would run my thumbs over her soles and toes, working the arch firmly and rubbing the ball of the foot. But eventually Ms. Kohlman decided she wanted more from me.
One day as I knelt she raised her foot from my hands, and rested it on my face! I was surprised by this and I quickly moved my head back, and her foot fell off. She immediately looked down at me angrily.
“Dammit, Alex. If I want to rest my tired feet on your face, you will let me do it. I practically own you! You’re my slave remember? Now stop effing resisting and act like the slave you are!”
With that she went back to working and she returned her smelly foot to my face. She pressed the ball of her foot into my forehead, and her sole covered half my face. Then she switched to her other foot and covered the other side of my face. She lightly rubbed her foot around my face until she pulled it away and pointed to the floor.
“Lie down, boy.”
So I got down on the floor, on my back, and she placed both feet on my face. We remained like that for a while, me just lying there, her smelly feet covering my entire face. It was weird, I didn’t like it much, but she wanted me to do it, so I did it. I had been slacking especially in math and science, so I needed her to improve my grades plenty.
After about half an hour, Ms. Kohlman told me to get up and kneel in front of her as she went over to her sofa. As she sat down I got down on my knees in front of her and awaited orders. She plopped her feet on my thighs and wiggled her toes.
“Kiss my toes and tell me how much you love my feet.”
I was taken aback. Through all the foot massages I had given her and our entire relationship she had never acted this superior. I hesitated as I was thinking, which was a mistake.
She stuck her left foot right in front of my mouth and pressed on my lips.
“Do it, slave boy.”
I had no choice. I began kissing each of her toes, one by one, and when I had kissed all of them I looked at her and said:
“Ms. Kohlman, ma’am, I love serving your beautiful feet. I love being your slave boy and I love our arrangement.” The last one was true, the others not as much. I did love that all I had to do (so far) was give this attractive woman foot massages to get A’s in all my classes. But her feet were actually really smelly and hands and knees were always really tired when she told me to leave every day, so the serving part was not that great. But I said it all, hoping this was satisfactory.
“Good slave. Now smell my feet. I want to hear you sniff.”
She stuck her foot up in front of my nose and I pressed it to my face and inhaled deeply, making a loud sniffing sound as I did it. She laughed with delight as she heard it, and I kept sniffing, even as my senses were overwhelmed with the stink I was inhaling.
Eventually she raised her other foot to my nose and I sniffed that one too.
“You’re such a good slave, boy. Rub my feet while I make some calls. Get in between the toes and kiss them while you’re rubbing.”
So I followed her orders and began massaging her feet. I kissed her soft soles as I rubbed them, and she let out contented sighs as she dialed numbers and spoke to other teachers and parents.
After about an hour of giving her the foot massage, Ms. Kohlman simply raised her foot to my mouth, and I kissed it. She repeated this with the other foot, and I kissed that one. Then she pushed my face away with both feet and pointed to the door. I got my things and left.
As I walked out, I passed through the senior lounge, where none other than Jessie Cohen and four other beautiful senior girls were sitting around and chatting.
My mouth and hands and knees were too tired to serve any more, so I quickened my pace and tried to keep my head down but Jessie saw me immediately.
“Boy! Come here, now!” she yelled.
Her friends giggled as I slowly made my way over to her and set my bags down on the floor.
“Ladies, remember I was telling you there was this freshman who serves my feet? Well here he is. Let’s have some fun.”
This was new. Up until now Jessie had kept me to herself, making me serve her and her only in a variety of ways.
About two or three times a week, I would get a text from Jessie, who had entered me on her phone as “Foot Slave Boy”, ordering me to come serve her. She would tell me where she was and what I was to bring and I would go to her. I was half driven by the fact that she and Ms. Kohlman were such great friends that if I disobeyed her it would have serious consequences. But I was also kind of liking my arrangement with Jessie because she was really a beautiful girl and serving her was actually kind of a turn on. 
She would order me to bring lotion most commonly, so I could massage her feet with it. She was usually at her house when she summoned me, and since that wasn’t very far away from me I would go over there on foot or on the bus. She told me I was to kneel on the doorstep when I knocked, and pretty much every time I went over she answered the door and I wasn’t discovered by anyone else. She had told her parents that I was studying with her because we were lab partners or something. Whatever lie she was telling, her parents weren’t interested in what we were doing.
We would go to her room and she would close the door and order me on my knees. Jessie would usually lie on her bed and order me to massage her feet with some kind of lotion, which I always liked because I must say her feet were gorgeous. She would take a nap sometimes, and somehow she always knew if I was still rubbing because if I ever stopped she would wake up and slap me a few times as a punishment for stopping. She loved to slap me; she would do it whenever I disobeyed her.
I painted her nails every few days as she did her homework. She would actually make me do most of her work but when she was studying I would be under her desk serving her feet somehow. Often she would make me go on my hands and knees and she would prop her feet up on my back and use me as a human footstool.
Sometimes, when she was feeling more sadistic, she would make me put her feet in my mouth. It started when she wanted me to prove her nails were dry, and I had promised they were.
“Really, slave? You had better be fucking right, or you will be punished. I have a party tonight and my toes have to look great.”
“Honestly, ma’am, they’re dry. Believe me.”
“Then suck on my toes. If they’re dry the paint won’t come off.”
I was dumbfounded. Suck her toes? Gross! Was she serious?
She saw my quizzical expression and smiled.
“Go on, slave. Suck ‘em. You’re afraid of my feet in your mouth? I thought you loved my feet. Tell you what, you can either suck my toes or I can beat your ass with a ruler. Your choice.”
Reluctantly, and much to Jessie’s pleasure, I leaned down and picked up her foot. I looked at her beautiful soft foot and opened up. I took her toes into my mouth and sucked on them gently. She moaned with delight and laid back on her bed as I knelt, massaging her toes with my tongue. It was actually alright once I got started, and I kept on sucking her toes for a while, until she silently raised her other foot and I inserted her toes into my mouth again.
So that essentially sums up my relationship with Jessie, and through all that she had never made me serve anyone else. Until now.
“Kneel, boy” she said as all the senior girls’ eyes watched me sink down to my knees in front of them.
 Jessie slipped off her flip flops and extended her beautiful bare foot to my face.
“Now kiss.”
I kissed the top and bottom of her foot and each of her toes as the girls all laughed.
The rest of that afternoon was spent on my knees with feet in my hands and feet on my lips. I gave every girl a long foot massage and kissed their feet. While massaging one girl’s foot, I would kiss the others’ at the same time, so everyone was kept happy. The girls laughed and laughed as I was ordered to rub their feet and I obeyed like the slave I am. Jessie spared me by not telling them about how I had sucked her toes and my mouth remained clean for the afternoon. But she definitely loved using me to entertain her friends.
I served Jessie and Ms. Kohlman for the rest of the year, with events like these happening regularly. They used me constantly, without mercy, and my hands and lips were covered in their feet every day. It was a strange arrangement, I will say that, but, hey, I still got great grades.

I hope you liked it!
Good work Wingspan, your writing is very good. I hope to see more.

Thanks
Ladies and gentlemen. I have regrettably been absurdly long in updating my stories. I apologize for that. But today I had a heaping of free time and a rush of creativity so I hammered out not one but two new parts to this story I began so long ago. Here is Part III of A Deal With My Teacher. If you like it, or have anything to say tell me! I love to hear from you. I'll post the next part soon enough, provided you guys tell me you enjoyed this one! So, at long last, please enjoy:



Towards the end of the year, my slavery to Ms. Kohlman went through quite a significant change. 

It began like any other day in her service. I had walked into her office, gotten down on my knees before her, slipped off her flip-flops and kissed the soles of her feet while she sat in her desk chair and ignored me. After quite a few kisses, I got to work with my hands, massaging her
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