"Like today, I had to assort a new batch of books, it took hours."
"Hmmm."
"My feet are literally killing me." She grimaced like she was in pain.
"Still, it must have its benefits. Do you get to borrow books for free." Liz said, trying to seem interested in hearing the answer.
Ally frowned, but her mouth quickly curled up into a smile. She applied a little more pressure on Liz’s thigh, before she gave it a slight slap with the bottom of her foot. "Hey," she said. "How much does a girl have to complain for you to give offer her a foot rub."
Liz wanted to cry, not from the question per say, but from the fact that had no ready answer that would get her out of it. She didn’t hate feet that much. But giving the girl a foot rub just looked like one more small step down a deep and dark hole, a hole she didn’t know if she had the power to climb back out of. "Would you like…" she mumbled. "Would you like a foot-rub."
"That would be nice," Ally exhaled a quick and relived breath before she scooted up the sofa so that she was in a sitting position, allowing her heels to rest at Liz’s thighs. "Hope your good," she said as she grabbed her phone.
With a defeated, dreaded look, Liz eyed the pair of socked-feet in her lap. Fearing to find out how they’d feel to grab, she pinched at the tip of Ally’s toes lightly with the tips of her fingers, then pulled her hands away. She looked to side to see Ally giving her a funny look, as if to ask her ‘the hell is happening with you.’ She mustered some courage, then rapped her fingers around one foot, feeling the sweat-soaked fabric fill her hold. They were slightly moist. She thought herself lucky that a long time had passed since Ally had taken off her shoes, otherwise they’d probably feel wet in her hands. She started kneading the sole lightly, feeling her finger push the fabric against the girl’s skin.
"A bit firmer than that." Ally wiggled her toes, not taking her eyes of her phone. "Put some muscle into it."
It probably shouldn’t surprise her anymore that the girl didn’t shy from giving orders. She applied more pressure, feeling a renewed bash of foot smell wash over her face from squeezing the socked foot in her hand. She pushed her thumbs into Ally’s sole more firmly, and heard Ally sigh in relief. "Ohhhhh. This feels good."
She looked at her and saw that she reclined her head back and closed her eyes in relaxation. As weird as she thought it seemed, the state she’d managed to put the girl in made her tingle with pride. It motivated her to put more effort. She circled her thumbs around, just trying to experiment. She kept rubbing while Ally hummed lightly in pleasure. Her hands got sweaty and hot. She took a mental note to wash them as soon as she’d finish, they’d probably smell like sweaty feet by then.
Ally soon woke from her dreamy state and got back to her phone. After about five minutes of rubbing, Ally bluntly said, "other one." While she pulled the foot Liz was currently massaging and rested its sole on Liz’s lap. Getting used to the blunt and rude orders, Liz grabbed the other foot without a word, and continued working her thumps.
Her mind reluctantly fretted about the absurdity of what she was doing. What would her friends say if they saw her right now. What would the other professors say? She’d built a respectful image for herself in front of them. Most of them knew her as a proud woman, a strict woman, who had a slightly smug attitude. What would they think if they saw the slightly smug, proud woman slaving away at a 20-year-old girl’s sweaty feet; a girl she’d known for less than two weeks. Hell, what would the students think. The ones that she’d worked so hard to make them fear and respect her, what would they think if they saw their mighty Dean now.
"Focus on the heel a bit." Ally said.
Liz lowered her hands and thrust her thumps into the girl’s heel. There was a slight tingle that had been running through her ever since she started the massage. It reached new heights the more she thought about her situation.
"You enjoy this don’t you."
Liz head bolted to the side. "What?" she said.
"You. Enjoy. This." Ally uttered, her words the least bit kind. "Don’t you."
"This what."
"Don’t act all stupid on me now." Ally smiled, and playfully poked her toes into Liz’s stomach. "You’re maybe weird, but you’re not stupid, you’re a prof after all."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." She couldn’t hold Ally’s stare, so she looked downward at the foot in her hand and just kept kneading.
"What else would you be getting out of it." Ally said like she was thinking out loud. "You’re totally loving this."
With every word that left Ally’s mouth, Liz’s hope of keeping this an unspoken arrangement diminished further.
"You enjoy me bossing you around like a little maiden girl." She chuckled, and then laughed upon seeing the blush that invaded the Deans tensed face. "This is priceless."
Liz’s hands stopped rubbing, as her temperature rose. She was beyond embarrassed, and this thing had already gone further than she’d ever intended to take it.
"Keep rubbing I didn’t tell you to stop," Ally said firmly and aggressively, and her tone was enough to kick Liz back into action, which made her crock her head back with a cackling laugh. "Oh my god." She tried to control her raging laughter, as Liz tried not to let her shame and embarrassment turn to tears. She was being mocked, laughed at, and all she managed to do was rub the foot of the girl mocking her harder. The worst part was, the thing that terrified her the most, she was gushing. Every laugh, every cackle, sent a gust of pleasure down her crotch.
Ally managed to steady her breath, to then ask, "I mean, what about all of this that you enjoy?" When Liz didn’t answer, she slapped her foot on her thigh harshly. "Hey—"
"I don’t know." Liz whined weakly. "I don’t know."
"Is it the…I don’t know, the orders. Of cours it’s the orders, stupid me. Is it the embarrassment of it all?"
"Can we…please." She looked at her with pleading eyes. "I don’t wanna talk about it."
"No fucking chance prof." Ally shook her head animatedly. "I wanna know why the Dean of my school has been waiting on me hand and foot for two days."
"I don’t know. I just…" She tried to think of any answer that would make her not look pathetic, or even more pathetic at least. "It just, feels right."
Ally recoiled back, narrowing her eyes, her smile still wide. "Feels right." She cocked her head. "It feels right for you to tidy my living room, collect my dirty laundry, clean my damn toilet, rub my fucking feet, a girl half your age that you haven’t known for more than a month. This feels right to you?"
She didn’t know what to say, so she just stared ahead at the messy living room feeling lost.
"You must think me a retard. You really think I’ll believe that you’re not getting anything from this." Ally leaned back and stared up at the ceiling with her hands behind her head, she looked deep in thought.
Praying that this was the end of this debasing conversation, Liz just focused on the foot in her lap, before she saw Ally raise her other foot and rest it at the backrest of the sofa so that it was straight behind Liz’s head.
The silence made her uncomfortable. Ally wasn’t doing anything, just staring up, lost in her thoughts. Liz grew anxious about knowing what those thoughts might be. They staid like this for, what Liz speculated was twenty minutes. Her thumbs had already been aching for a while, her arms as well, and she didn’t have the gut to stop. At one point, she was about to tell her that she was tired, she had the power to say that. But when she thought about the possibility that Ally might tell her to keep rubbing anyway, which was fairly possible, and about the fact that she wouldn’t be able to say no to that, she just saved herself the embarrassment and kept rubbing, acting like she was fine.
Minutes later she felt Ally’s foot bump lightly and repeatedly against the back of her head. She looked at Ally who was still staring upwards, and realized it wasn’t intentional, she was just rocking her foot while thinking.
Ten minutes must’ve passed before she heard Ally say, "Bet it’s the humiliation." She had a calm grin on her face while she said it.
"Wha—" Liz shook her head, "No, of course not."
"Yeah it totally is." Ally chuckled as she pulled her foot from Liz’s hand and bumped her head while she drew the one resting on the backrest. She scotched closer to her and sat Indian style. Liz turned her head to the side, and looked at Ally’s face. She had no idea that such delicate, beautiful face could look so terrifying. "It totally is. It’s the utter sheer humiliation of it all."
"It’s not." Liz hissed, and saw Ally recoil back in surprise for a second. But Ally soon leaned forward again, smiling deviously, like she’d caught the Dean right handed.
"Sure it is." She nodded in a cold, calm manner. "I mean, everything about this…You have a high paying, respected position. A Damn dean. And you’re here playing maid for a young girl." Her face wore a look of disgust as she narrowed her eyes and twirled her lip. "You just continue to disappoint me Liz."
"What." Liz whined. "Why?"
"First with you being the laziest professor I’ve ever seen, then this." She gestured aggressively at her, like she was the disappointment. "You know at first…I really thought you were trying to make it up to me. You know it was still weird, but, I thought you felt guilty at the shit you’ve pulled."
"I was feeling guilty."
"Stop bullshitting me will you." She slapped her on the thigh. "The game’s over."
Liz looked away momentarily, feeling like she was a little girl being schooled. She looked at Ally again, and saw her disgusted face bear a mixture of anger and disdain.
"You managed to fool me for a while now." She gave her a fake smile. "Hell. You got me to think you were a kind concerned teacher." She said with a baffled expression, like she was angry at her own stupidity. "I feel like slapping the shit out of you."
Liz’s chocked in her throat, her tears almost making it out. She felt worse than ever, feeling like Ally truly despised her, like she was the scum of earth.
She sniffled, and only gained a snicker from her tormentor. "Would you like that." She crocked her head with a smile. "Would you like it if I slapped you around."
"Please stop." Liz sniffled, looking down at the girl’s lap, unable to raise her eyes. "You’re being mean."
"Mean!" Ally faked a shock. "I’m being nice, considering the piece-of-shit-loser I have in front of me."
"Stop this." Liz stormed up and stood at the middle of the living room, doing her best to not cry. "I’m your teacher and you will treat me with respect."
Ally’s shock was interrupted by her cackling laugher. "Respect." She leaned on her side and laughed hysterical as Liz froze there with a red face and wet eyes. "Did you really just use that word."
Liz finally had enough, as she started uncontrollably sobbing and sniffling like a child. "Fuck this." She wiped her sogging face with her sleeve. She ignored that Ally had stopped laughing and seemed to realize that she’d gone too far. She snatched her purse from the coffee table and rushed out the door. "FUCK YOU," She whined through tears.
She ran to her car and got in. She didn’t give herself time to calm down, she just started the car and drove as fast as she could, away from Ally, as far as she could go. As she drove through the highroad, she tried not to think of the fact that she’d meet the girl again after the weekend.
She could just take a day off. Hell, she could just give up the lecture. Deans didn’t have to teach. She could just give it to some lecturer and not show up again, never see or speak to Ally ever again.
The music she’d put on and the peacefulness of the road gradually calmed her. She soon reached her house, and wanted nothing more than to crash on her sofa and watch something boring on TV for the rest of the day. She did just that. She got into her pajamas, grabbed a box of ice-cream from her fridge then sat on the sofa putting her legs under her.
Her mind couldn’t focus on the silly drama series, but reluctantly drifted to what happened. Everything Ally said was right. They both knew it. But if Ally was the least kind nice, and she clearly wasn’t, she would’ve kept it unspoken, kept it to herself. Instead, she mouthed it off at Liz in the meanest way possible, rubbed it all over her face and laughed at her. What could possibly have given Liz the idea that she was dealing with a decent, nice girl. She had probably been a bully in high school, just like Nora and Tally.
She made her decision. She didn’t have the power to resist her, but she had the power to keep here away. She’d give her lecture up to someone else, and spend the rest of her foreseen future behind the safety of her desk.
A knock on the door interrupted her thought. Who would it be? No one was supposed to visit her. She put the pot of ice cream aside and walked to the door. She looked through the peephole, then felt her heart sink. Ally was at her porch. How the hell did she know her address? She didn’t have to open the door. She just stared silently at her through the peephole, and saw her rolling her eyes looking all agitated. She knocked again. "Liz."
Liz recoiled upon hearing her name.
"Open the door."
She looked into the peephole again, and saw Ally give her a narrowed irritated stare like she knew Liz was looking at her.
She took a deep breath, then pulled the door open. Liz didn’t say a word, and Ally stood in front of her with her hand on her hip and gave her a faint smile, before she took the liberty to walk in. "What. The hell. Is wrong with you." She strode to the middle of the living room then turned. "What happened to you you acted like a child."
Liz only crossed her arms and looked at the ground. She noticed that Ally was wearing the same pajama under her jacket. She stood with her black sneakers on her carpet and pursed her lips, waiting for an answer.
"How…did you know where I live." Liz said whiteout looking up.
"…I followed you here." Ally said like she was saying the obvious. "I’ve been driving behind you for like an hour. I lost you around the neighborhood somewhere but then recognized your car." She said before a sigh. "So what the hell."
"Ally I really rather we don’t talk about it alright." Liz, still looking towards the ground, walked past Ally then made her way to her couch.
She looked at Ally after a second and saw her just standing there, taking in her surroundings. She must’ve just noticed the palace she’d just barged into. She looked around for a second, before she sighed, then made her way and sat beside Liz, who immediately scotched away.
Ally sat on one leg facing Liz and left her other leg dangling over the couch. "Come on. Start talking."
"Ally." Liz stared forward, feeling like she had some power still left in her. "I think it’s better for you to leave."
"…Make me." Ally said coldly, forcing Liz to look her way and see her blank eyes and her faint, tormenting smile. Liz managed to hold for merely second before looking away. "Come on," Ally said. "Look into my eyes and tell me that everything I’ve said back there wasn’t true."
"Alright." Liz snapped towards her. "Some of it was."
"All of it."
"That’s not the point."
"Then what’s the point."
"The way you said it. You were so…" Liz said, remembering the situation. "You were a jerk."
Ally gave her a silly look, like she was talking nonsense. "You wanna know what I think."
No. I want you out of my house.
"I think you’re in denial." Ally nodded. "You don’t wanna admit to yourself that you absolutely love being treated that way. I did nothing wrong, I gave you exactly what you were too afraid to ask for. And even though you hated the fact, but the fact is that you loved it." Her words were sharp and firm, and true.
"But…" Ally shrugged. "I guess, since your a softy little girl, I’m willing to take it easy."
Liz looked at her with a confused, childish face. "What does that mean?"
"Don’t worry about it, don’t think about it." Ally said in a soothing, relaxed tone. She pulled her leg from under her and raised it with her other one, laying her sneakers in Liz’s open lap. "Take my shoe’s off."
Liz looked at the two shoes in her lap, then at Ally’s calm face. She was exactly where she’d been two hours ago, only she was in her house. She tried to protest, "Ally—"
"I said don’t worry about it." Ally said in a kind, reassuring tone. "Take my shoes off for me and give me a foot rub." She raised her foot so that Liz had to stare into the sole.
With a heavy feeling in her stomach, and a tingle down her spine, Liz grabbed the extended sneaker with one hand, and unlaced it with the other, before she eased it off Ally’s foot slowly. A gust of warmth and foot sweat lingered on her face, as she stared at the sole of the black-socked-foot in her hand. She rested it on her lap slowly, then unlaced the other shoe and pulled it off, letting it fall to the ground beside the other one. Her eyes suddenly met Ally’s, who smiled confidently at her for a second before she turned towards the TV and said, "What are you watching." She picked the remote up and turned up the volume.
"Nothing, just, some stupid TV show." Liz said as she wrapped her hand around the moist foot and started kneading.
Ally fidgeted around the sofa, seeming to try and find a comfortable position for her neck to look at the screen. She sighed irritatingly before she poked Liz’s thigh with her heel. "Hey. Can you scoop down to the floor?"
"The floo—" Liz mumbled nervously. "Why?"
"So I could relax." Ally said as if stating the obvious.
"…Sure." Liz said, before she started slowly sank to her knees in front of the couch. With a relaxed sigh, Ally raised her legs before planning her soles roughly on Liz’s lap. She leaned back and shuffled around for a bit, trying to find a comfortable position, then grinned at Liz before nodding downwards to her feet, motioning her to begin.
Liz took Ally’s advice of not thinking. Thinking at this point was unnecessary torture, futile. She just applied pressure at different parts of the girl’s foot, trying to immerse herself in her task, while Ally switched between channels. "Take my socks off."
"Yes Ally." She said, and looked up at her noticing her grinning as a reaction for the way she responded for her blunt order. She hooked a finger around the first sock delicately then pulled it off, feeling it slightly clinging to Ally’s sweaty skin. She took it off and shoved it in Ally’s sneaker before taking the other one. She rested both feet back in her lap, then, with an anxious breath, gazed at the beautiful, delicate feet in front of her.
As a woman, she’d never thought that she’d use ‘beautiful’ to decripe another’s woman’s foot, but she truly thought so now. Ally’s feet were beautiful, delicate, smooth. She felt like an artist putting his final touches on a painting as she picked up some black sock fuzz from the top of Ally’s foot. The smell that wafted under her nose reminded her how sweaty and stinky they were. Her fingers shivered as she carefully wrapped them around the soft, yet sweaty foot, before she kneaded her thumbs into the sole. She was lost in a trance for a minute, her eyes focusing on her task for a time, then glancing every now and then to the girl who was lounging on the sofa above her. She felt…good. Looking up at her from a kneeling position felt good. Liz thought about this, gazing up at the beautiful blue eyes that were casually ignoring her. When Ally’s eyes met hers, Liz could only smile nervously, then look back down.
After a couple more minutes, she heard Ally sigh like she was bored. Next thing she knew, Ally raised the foot not being messaged, and rested it on Liz’s shoulder. That reminded her that Ally was probably going to take this further and further every chance she got. She was going to take advantage of every opportunity to humiliate her and deliver a different kick to her dignity. It wasn’t about fighting anymore, for Liz, for now, it was about prolonging the inevitable as much as she could, cause if not, there was no knowing how fast or how low Ally would force her to descend.
She mustered up the courage to momentarily let go of the foot she was massaging, before she grabbed the one resting on her shoulder by the ankle and putting it back into its place, with an unintentional thud. She dreaded looking up, but eventually did. Ally had a calm face, but her eyebrows rose, as if she was slightly surprised. A short while passed, and Liz got back to rubbing, feeling a small pride of victory, that vanished, when Ally rose her foot again, and planted its sole straight on Liz’s head, with a stronger thud. Liz, feeling her head being slightly pushed down, looked up at Ally, and saw her challenging stare waiting for a reaction. Given how her last rebellious attempt had gone, Liz’s eyes just fell down and she went back to her rubbing.
"Got a problem with that," Ally teased, as her toes wiggled on Liz’s hair.
Afraid of not answering, Liz gave her head a slight shake.
"Then keep rubbing," she said, before she smiled while adding. "Bitch."
Liz opened her mouth to say something in retaliation, but the wave of pleasure that washed over her crotch shut her up. She shuffled on the ground, trying to control her sudden lust, while also being careful not let the sole on her head slip. In the midst of her lustful suffering, she looked up and saw Ally biting her lip at her, like she knew the chaos of pleasure and humiliation she was experiencing. The power play didn’t pass either of them; the fact that Ally had managed to send her into a sexual and emotional wreck, by just calling her a bitch and resting her sweaty sole on her head, was beyond them.
Ally ended their silent exchange with a cackling laugh, while she let her foot slip from Liz’s hair and wipe the length of her sweaty sole down the Dean’s defeated face. Liz just closed her eyes and let it wipe down on her face slowly, grimacing at the trail of sweat it left. The foot then joined the other one on her lap, while Ally tried to control her giggles. "Oh my god…I can literally see my foot-sweat shining on your forehead."
Liz took a deep, rocking breath, taking with it the fresh filthy smell and feeling the tormenting words and the giggles send bolts down her vagina. Seeming to sense that, Ally started rubbing her toes lightly on her crotch area. Liz kept her eyes closed, and her hands tensed into grips as the girl slowly rubbed her towards an orgasm. Before she got too close, the rubbing stopped and she had to open her eyes. Ally leaned forward, and grabbed Liz’s shoulder, guiding her to lay on the ground, and Liz obeyed without a word. She made her lay in a horizontal position, parallel to the couch. Liz looked up, wanting nothing more than Ally to continue, and saw Ally staring down at her with a knowing smirk, before the sweaty sole that was shoved in her face blocked her view. A second later she felt Ally’s other foot rub only more aggressively against her already wet crotch.
"That’s it Lizzy." She teased.
Liz moaned into the sweaty sole that smothered her face while the other one smothered her crotch.
"I can feel your pussy getting wet down there." Ally chuckled. "You about to cum loser?" she taunted as she gave Liz’s pussy a slap with her foot. "You about to cum from having my sweaty sole shoved in your face?"
Liz was practically twitching and squirming by this point, her moans growing louder as she tried to grab into anything to hold on to. Seeing this, Ally laughed harder. "Go ahead bitch." She twisted and pushed her foot harder on the Deans face, while she twisted her heel on the Deans pussy. "Cum under my feet and tell me who you are…tell me you’re my bitch." Liz felt her orgasm reach its peak as she gave a moan that was muffled by the sole in her face, her hands clawed at the couch and at the ground while a wave after wave of pleasure erupted in her every limp, and she came.
Her body gradually calmed down. She laid there, breathing through Ally’s sole that kept sweating against her face, before it left it. Ally’s face came into view. She was still waiting for an answer, so Liz gave it, "I’m Ally’s bitch."
Her delicate lip curled into a smile, her eyes glittered with delight, and she said while she gave Liz’s pussy a final light slap, "And don’t you ever deny it." She gave Liz a final look of victory, pinching the dean's cheeks playfully, before she stood up and walked towards the stairs, leaving Liz to gather her breath.
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Hey guys, hope you liked the story. Most of the my stories are about similar themes, I try to explore many fetishes and kinks but the humiliation and foot fetish aspect is pretty much there in every story. I'll continue to post stories here regularly, but most of my stories and some continuation of old ones can be found on my Patreon. Writing these stories is hella fun, but it does take a good bit of time and effort, and I would really apreatiate your support. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed the good dean.
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