When Lora stepped into the classroom, her confidence and authority were palpable. She was dressed in a conservative business suit, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, and held a stack of papers in one hand. As she began to lecture, it was clear that she was not impressed with the students' progress thus far.
"I am a very good tutor," she said, looking around the room at their blank faces, "but it seems some of you would rather have fun than learn."
Suddenly, she walked over to her desk and pulled off her high heels, revealing perfect, manicured toes. The students gasped in surprise.
"You," she pointed at a young man in the front row, "come here."
He hesitantly got up from his seat and approached her desk. She pointed to a pair of black high heels with a small platform that were sitting on the floor next to her desk.
"Put those on," she commanded.
He didn't hesitate this time, quickly bending down to slip his feet into the shoes. They were too big for him, and his heels slipped off the edge of the platform, causing him to hobble awkwardly.
"Now, stand up straight," Lora said, her voice stern.
The boy tried to stand taller, but the heels were making it difficult for him. He swayed slightly, his balance off.
"See?" Lora said, looking around the room, "This is what happens when you don't pay attention. You end up looking ridiculous."
She turned back to the boy, who was now blushing bright red. "Now," she continued, "since you clearly need some extra motivation, we're going to try something new today."
She picked up a small remote control from her desk and pressed a button. Suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed, and a screen behind her came to life. On it, a video began to play.
It was a clip from a website called Servants For Girls. In the video, a young woman, also named Lora, was sitting on a couch, her feet propped up on a coffee table. She was wearing a similar business suit to the one Lora was currently wearing, but her shoes were different. They were a pair of red, closed-toe high heels with a chunky heel.
"This is what you're going to do," Lora said, pointing at the screen. "You're going to watch that video and learn from it. And while you're watching, you're going to worship my feet."
She gestured for the boy to come closer, and he hesitantly approached her desk. She put her feet up on the desk, still wearing the black high heels, and motioned for him to kneel down in front of her.
"Now," she said, "start by kissing my toes."
He looked up at her, unsure, but she glared back at him, daring him to disobey. Reluctantly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tips of her toes. They were cold and smooth.
"That's better," Lora said, sounding a bit more pleased. "Now, keep going."
The boy hesitated for a moment before placing a tentative kiss on each of her toes. Then, he began to lick them, slowly but surely, working his way up her foot. Lora watched, her face a mix of satisfaction and amusement.
"Now," she said, "while you're doing that, listen to me. I'll be giving you a private tutoring session after class, and we're going to start at the beginning. Don't worry, you'll catch up soon enough."
As the boy continued to worship her feet, Lora began to lecture on the subject matter at hand. It was clear that she expected the boy to pay close attention, both to her words and to her feet. She occasionally paused in her lecture to adjust her position, moving her toes against his lips or pushing her heel into his chest.
The rest of the class watched in silence, some of them looking embarrassed or even aroused. But they all knew that if they didn't improve their grades soon, they could be next.
As the class came to an end, Lora dismissed the boy from his foot worship duty and instructed him to meet her after class for their private tutoring session. The other students quickly gathered their things and left the room, leaving Lora and her new foot slave alone.
As promised, she led him to her office, where she sat down at her desk and gestured for him to kneel in front of her. She then proceeded to give him a very thorough tutoring session, often using her feet to emphasize her points or to distract him when she thought he wasn't paying enough attention.
By the end of the session, the boy was both exhausted and relieved. He hadn't realized how much he had been struggling until he had finally started to understand the material. As he left her office, he couldn't help but wonder what the next day would bring.
