1. Cordelia's Feet 8 - The Queen Bee's Pet


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Most often in life, we carry around fears, and these fears, at unpredictable times, well up in terrifying intensity, only to turn out unfounded and leave us shaking with dizzy relief. We do things we shouldn’t do and say things that should have kept unsaid, and every so often, they lead us to face the dread of being discovered and demeaned for it. Our heart hammers, our hands sweat, and we pray inside that the images our mind conjures won’t come true. Mostly, we get off easy. But not always. The moment I opened the door, my worst fears were confirmed. My whole body felt consumed with flames of shame, and when the wide eyes of my colleague Melinda met mine, I thought I was surely going to faint. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My slightly pudgy co-teacher, without hesitation, pulled a camera from her pocket and pointed it at me, and her words hit me like a whiplash. “Spread that kinky pussy for me and say cheese, slut!” I finally managed to rip myself from the hold of panic and looked over my shoulder at Cordelia. My tummy plummeted when she nodded at me. I pleaded with my eyes, but she shrugged apologetically and repeated the nod. “Why?” I wanted to ask her. I had worked alongside Melinda Brooktree long enough to know that she disliked me to the bone. She constantly rubbed my teaching methods into my face and left out no opportunity to get one over me in front of the other teachers. I couldn’t imagine what she’d do with such an incriminating photo. “Do it!” Melinda ...
    commanded. I was free-falling. But Cordelia had ordered it, and though it ripped me apart inside, I couldn’t refuse her. What if she pushed me away for disobeying her? The thought alone gripped my heart in ridged vices and squeezed with icy cruelty. My fingers trembled like mad when I parted my thighs lewdly and pushed my pussy lips apart to expose the rosy insides to the older woman. She giggled gleefully. “Smile, little whore!” My smile was pained, but it seemed to satisfy her. The flash went off once, twice, even a third time, before she stowed away the camera again and slowly entered my house. As soon as she was in, I threw the door closed and leaned my back against it. My legs were shaking so much that I slowly slid down until I sat on the floor with bent legs. “Fuck,” I murmured, “fuck, fuck, fuck!” My desperate rambling was broken by Cordelia’s voice, which was as sweet as ever. “Why don’t you crawl over here, pet? I think you have something of Mrs. Brooktree’s, and she should be allowed to get it back.” “Please!” I whimpered. “Please don’t make me!” But then the last part of her words sunk in, and my breath hitched. “Oh my god!” Cordelia just smiled at me and sat down on the edge of the table. She extended one lean leg and wiggled her lovely toes at me, the rainbow-colored nails sparkling in the sunlight that fell directly on them through the window. “I might let you kiss them and run your lovely little tongue all over them if you’re a good girl.” She giggled softly. “You’d ...
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