A Teacher's Pet? https://nobodyknows14.deviantart.com/art/A-Teacher-s-Pet-439356290 "So, Toby - none again?" Toby gave his English language teacher, Zita Christina, a pained look. "No ... sorry miss ... it slipped my mind ... " Miss Christina, a tough young blonde teacher with withering patience glared at him, her eyes boring into him and causing him to shrink back rapidly into his seat. "That's the third time you have failed to hand in your language coursework," she snapped, striding purposefully back to her desk, the ominous clomping of her knee-high boots reverberating through the classroom. Toby kept his eyes on her, distinctly aware all of his classmates were watching him intently. "I can tolerate it no longer, I'm afraid," she informed him, eyes narrowed in distaste. But then it changed - her eyes widened, and her lips formed a soft smile. "After school, come back to this classroom, and you'll find out what happens to those who defy the workings of my classroom." Toby groaned audibly. "But miss!" he complained. "I've got PE last lesson, I'll be exhausted ... " "You act like I even care Toby!" she sat down behind her desk and gave him a broad, if slightly patronizing grin. Toby groaned once more, and slumped back into his seat, not realizing the true meaning behind her smile ... there was a reason dear Zita had lived alone for so long. But of course, Toby wasn't aware of this. He was simply dreading the evening ... * Panting and sweaty, Toby stepped out of the changing rooms following his PE lesson, and grudgingly trudged off over back to his language classroom, all the while complaining to himself in his head. "What exactly is meeting her going to do for me?" he thought dispiritedly. "Surely if she's just going to throw the book at me, it means there's less time for me to actually complete my coursework?" Eventually, though all too soon for his liking, Toby reached the door of the classroom, and with a resigned sigh, pushed it open and slouched in. Miss Christina was seated at her desk, one leg crossed over the other and typing mechanically away at something on her computer. Upon the sight of Toby however, her face broke into a broad smile and she shut the laptop. "Hello, Toby," she said serenely. "Close the door behind you and take a seat." Toby couldn't help but feel confused as he did as he was told. This no-nonsense teacher had made her anger at his alleged laziness and slack extremely apparent earlier, a common thing that made most students agree she was not someone to cross. Now however, she was smiling sweetly, her eyes wide and shining - she looked like a dewy-eyed schoolgirl on the a dream date, and as she sat there, carefully scrutinizing Toby over her desk, the boy in question began to feel a little uncomfortable, and hot under the collar - though admittedly he was still sweaty from PE. "Miss," Toby spoke uncertainly. "Could I open a window? It's a little h-" "No, out of the question," Miss Christina replied, and Toby was somewhat relieved to hear a renewed clipped tone in her voice, as she stood up and strode over to the window. "But ... " Toby began, but his confusion was answered when she began to pull the blinds over the windows. He didn't say another word as she turned back to him, fixed him with another broad beam and sat down behind her desk again. "So, Toby," she began, leaning in closer, still smiling. "For what reason have you not completed your coursework?" Toby considered. The fact that he was always busy with other things didn't seem like a viable excuse, but then again, she wasn't looking for an excuse. It was possible, he noted, that what she was trying to do was simply trying to send him on a guilt trip. Well, why not play along if it got him out of here sooner? "I suppose you've made me realise ... " he murmured monotonously. "That I have no excuse and should just get on with it ... well ... " he hurriedly stood up. "If that's all you wanted to talk about ... " he quickly turned to face the door. "Oh NO YOU DON'T!" Miss Christina suddenly snapped, leaping to her feet and shoving Toby in the small of the back, sending him face-first onto a nearby desk, even as he scrambled, disorientated and utterly shocked in an attempt to get back up, he felt his teacher's sharp knee dig into the small of his back to keep him down. At the same time, she grabbed his hands and twisted them behind him. As his disbelief mounted, he felt a cold metal slide over his wrists, and after a click was heard, he could no longer move his hands. Handcuffs? What the hell was going on? Had his teacher finally snapped? She was still rather new in the profession - it made sense for her to crack under the pressure. "Miss, what the fuck are you doing??" Toby demanded. In response, Miss Christina slammed her hand into his head, grabbing and roughly fondling his hair. "I'm doing what I've been waiting to do for ages ... " she breathed, and the next moment, she was pulling Toby upright and allowing her hands to wander over his torso, slipping her hands up his shirt and squeezing the bare flesh underneath, running her face down his neck and kissing it passionately. Toby swallowed hard when he realised things had just gone to a whole new level. There had been a reason she had wanted the blinds closed ... "Miss ... ?" he asked, the higher octave indicating his uncertainty. With a now more wicked smile fixed on her face, she led him over to another collection of tables in the corner of the room and flung him roughly onto it. Toby grunted with pain as he felt his face smack into the wood, his hands still cuffed behind him and unable to stop himself. "This'll keep you quieter ... " Miss Christina, a more slutty edge to her voice now. So saying, she quickly took a roll of duct tape from her pocket and began to wrap it around his head, starting with his mouth. "MMMPPPHHH!!!" Toby protested, feeling the roll of tape gag him and then stick to his hair as his teacher pulled it round. "See what I mean??" she chuckled, slapping and squeezing his backside playfully. "Now that you can't utter any profanity or dissatisfaction, we can get on with it!" "Mmmmpphhh!!!" Toby protested again, just as inconsequentially. He wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know what the 'it' his teacher was referring to was, but at least it made this whole experience more ... well ... interesting ... Miss Christina was now hurriedly rummaging with something under her desk, and Toby, now interested, sat up to see what she was doing. Upon seeing him in this sitting position, the teacher scowled. "Stay down!" she snapped, now coming from behind her desk holding coils of rope. "Though having said that ... this'll keep you down!" This said, she began to tie Toby up, starting with his ankles, binding them tightly together, and then moving on to his already cuffed wrists. Following this, she connected the rope that bound his wrists to that which bound his ankles, hoisting his legs up arching over his back in a hogtie fashion as he lay on his stomach. The teacher then secured his upper arms and his chest with more rope, repeating this by binding just under his knees. Toby, now quite concerned for his own welfare, was struggling and protesting inaudibly. At every particularly vigorous struggle, Miss Christina was slap him reprimandingly on the buttocks. "Be quiet," she snapped. "You're going to have to get used to this. Now ... " She promptly lowered her head to his level, propped up on her elbow, and once again gave him a delighted smile. "Your lack of commitment when it comes to schoolwork has given me an opportunity I've been waiting for ever since starting this profession," she told him, running her hand through his hair. Toby looked at her quizzically. To reply to his curiosities, she then stood up and walked over to his feet, which were held immobile up in the air. "This," she announced, slowly unlacing his trainer, tugging it off, and flinging it over her shoulder. Next she unlaced the other one. Toby, with a thrill of foreboding, began to get an inkling of what exactly she wanted with him. As his socked feet were displayed before her, still musky and sweaty with his exhaustion from his PE lesson, he flexed them nervously, wondering if she was going to strip his feet completely naked. He seriously hoped she wouldn't - Toby was an extremely guarded individual, who was very self-conscious about showing anything even remotely private to anybody. His feet certainly came under that heading. People were, after all, often phobic about other people's feet, including the smell and the habit of fungal foot infections. Toby didn't have any of these, but this didn't stop him being extremely opposed to doing PE barefooted all the way back in infant school. If his teacher truly had a foot fetish, he may have drawn an extremely short straw. Much to his chagrin, she squealed in delight in a most unprofessional manner when he flexed his socked feet this way. "You do it by the book!" she breathed, leaning in closer and running her face down his feet, sniffing heavily and taking the sweaty scent. Toby felt goose bumps and trepidation when he realised even something as gentle as this was tickling him. He was certain Miss Christina had over things in mind. "Now, let's get these off," she announced, promptly peeling his socks off, exposing his smooth, pale bare feet. Not learning his lesson from last time, Toby flexed his toes, in an attempt to get them to stop sticking together with sweat, feeling some of the sock fluff still on the balls of his feet. His teacher squealed once again, hitting a note so high that Toby cringed in pain. "I LOVE THEM!!!" she announced, grasping them by their sides and running her thumbs down his bare soles from the heels to the balls of his feet, sweeping away the last of the sock fuzz. "I'm going to have so much fun with them!" "Please don't ... " Toby pleaded her silently. But he had about as much chance as trying to convince her to stop as he did flying. Miss Christina, unable to wait any longer, immediately began a massive scribbling and scraping of her elongated fingernails all over Toby's hapless bare feet. "MMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Toby protested, rocking and bucking around helpless. His ticklish side was finally coming out, and upon seeing this, Miss Christina broad grin returned and she tickled harder, digging her claws into the smooth and soft flesh of her victim's feet, leaving white lines where she had made her mark with her nails. Toby gave a muffled guffaw and clenched his toes to stop her from getting at every inch of his feet. The teacher just smiled, and began to focus the boring and drilling of her index fingers into just two specific spots - the centre of both his arches. As she poked and prodded with a malicious intent at his hapless arches, Toby continued to give out stifled giggles, until he was finally forced to uncurl and flex his feet once more. "Aha!" Miss Christina cackled triumphantly and somewhat madly as she drove her ten fingers into Toby's ten toes, scraping the underside of them and the crevices in between. Toby let out a repressed howl of forced laughter and continued to writhe. His teacher gave him one sharp slap to the rear to supress him before continuing to torture his bare toes, dragging her nails up and down them, worming their way in between the toes to torment the flesh there, and pulling his little toe off at an angle to free up the space beside it - an extremely ticklish area which she found fun to torment. Ignoring the schoolboy's inaudible pleas for her to stop, she continued to make best use of her fingers, running them up from his toes all the way to his heels, which she playfully drew circles on with her nails before deciding to give him a short break. The sweat from his feet made the experience all the more enticing and as Toby lay there on his stomach panting, Miss Christina once again put her nose to his bare feet and took a deep sniff. The smell of his feet made her hit cloud nine, the ecstasy bubbling up inside her as she prepared to do her next act. "Your feet are so fucking gorgeous," she told him earnestly. "You should expose them all the time." It didn't occur to Toby to contradict her. For one thing, he was still gagged, and for another, he was nervous as to what she would attempt next. The teacher began to absent mindedly fiddle with his toes, pulling at them gently and moving them around on their joints, smiling at how cute she found them. "Let's take this further," she told him, and before he could even consider what she meant, she had enveloped his big toe in her red lips, sucking joyfully and enthusiastically on the digit. Toby gave a little moan as he felt her eager saliva begin to moisten his toe, and soon, she had moved on to the next one, giving that a thorough sucking too. Soon, she had given this treatment to all ten of his toes, running her lips over each fleshly underside of each of them, her teeth scraping across the whorls of each toe-print, and her tongue swirling and lapping at each toenail, taking in a taste she'd been anticipating for so long. "Mmmm ... " Toby moaned a little into his gag. "I know!" Miss Christina trilled. "They're great aren't they?" Not done yet, she then began to snake her long tongue over his toes, and then up to the balls of his feet, applying long, wet licks all over the various areas of his soles - into his arches, up his heels and back down to his toes, squeezing the balls of his feet so that more flesh was exposed. Then she straightened up. "I've gotta say," she commented, striding back over to her desk. "I've always wanted to experiment ... " Heaving her handbag up onto her desk, she pulled a few things from it. Two white cable ties (also known as zip ties) and three long orange feathers ... Without another word, she strode back over to her helpless barefoot prisoner and began to once more squeeze his backside. Toby emitted an inaudible sigh. He wished she would stop doing that ... next, however, he felt his thumbs being secured by the plastic cable tie and pulled shut. Before he knew it, she was doing the same thing to his big toes. As he felt the cable tie pulled shut, he desperately attempted to wiggle his toes. He couldn't do it. She certainly had him pinned down now. "And now for the real deal!" Miss Christina whispered, stroking the barb of one of the feathers down his sole. Toby let out a subdued squeal and wiggled his remaining free toes in protest, but this just made his teacher's grin widen and run her tongue across her teeth in a perverted manner as she continued to stroke the feather slowly down every inch of his feet. She even took another feather to continue this slow torture in a more concentrated manner on the other foot, dragging the barbs of the feathers across his sensitive arches, up to his bare heels and once more down to his sensitive toes, which made him shudder with uncontrolled mirth. Knowing she'd found such a weak spot, Miss Christina took one hand to pull the boy's toes back, rubbing the feather vigorously across them, causing Toby to writhe and shudder once more, emitting hearty guffaws from beneath his tape gag. Pausing in her activity, Miss Christina took the time to shove the two feathers in between her victim's toes, causing a prolonged tickling that forced him to continue giggling and flexing his toes. But the sight of this increased the teacher's hunger, and she finally lost it. Picking up the third feather, she launched straight into an assault in this boy's feet, plunging her lips onto the side of his feet and snogging it greedily, sliding her lips and tongue over every inch of the bare foot she could reach, biting some of the skin and kissing it like there was no tomorrow, all the while dragging the feather formidably over the other foot. "MMMMMPHHHPHHPHPHHHMMPHPH!!!!!!" Toby hollered into his gag, squirming as much as he could whilst still strictly hogtied. Miss Christina ignored him as usual, continued to passionately and violently snog and suck on his feet, cramming as many toes as she could into her mouth, dropping the feather and preparing to scrape her nails once more over his feet, so much so that he flexed his feet once more, wiggling his toes inside her mouth, making her tongue only more desperate to slide between them, even if it meant taking in the feather too. After a few more minutes of this, she finally stopped, leaning back and panting, exhausted. Nevertheless, she was in a better position than Toby, who was wheezing from the uncontrollable laughter into his gag, forcibly and strictly hogtied, also handcuffed, barefooted, and with cable ties binding his thumbs and big toes. Miss Christina smiled once more. "Well, I think that got my message across," she concluded, standing up and heading over to her desk to pick up her bag. "She's not going to leave me here??" Toby thought desperately, rocking and calling out inaudibly to her. "Don't worry lovely," his teacher continued, striding back over and grabbing hold of his feet. "I'm going to take you with me!" Oh God ... "You'll spend the night at mine," she continued, kicking his discarded shoes and socks into a corner of the room. "And since we're such good friends now, my little teacher's pet, you can call me Zita!" And with that, she scooped her prisoner up into her arms and headed out of the fire exit, where nobody would notice them.