Piano Teacher in Trouble

When I was twelve years old, my parents and I moved from Korea to the United States because my dad assumed a new position in a corporate office from the company he worked for. Even though I had some basic English instruction in Korea, it took me a few months to be able to fluently communicate with my local peers in school. There were, of course, also quite a few cultural differences I had to get used to over time, but overall I liked it in my new place and my new country.

I continued my main hobby, playing the piano, and had weekly lessons throughout middle and high school, becoming quite skilled at this instrument which I loved a lot. While considering a number of options for after high school, I eventually decided to go for a degree in music at a famous conservatory, so I could keep my piano practice and become a professional musician eventually.

The conservatory was far away from my parents' place and I was initially quite homesick there, which affected my ability to practice the piano and keep motivated in my studies. My low mood got also reflected in my choices for outfit in those days, I often wore torn jeans, shabby T-shirts and worn-out sneakers, to the dismay of my teachers and also a few of my classmates.

My piano teacher was a rather tall guy, I estimated him to be in his fifties, and initially he appeared to be quite friendly towards me. He liked my piano playing and was eager to move me forward to the next level of technical and musical expression. But when I got into the homesickness funk for several months, he noticed the lack of my practice and progress, and he got increasingly impatient, and even angry with me, to the extent of calling me names and humiliating me during the class. These days were very difficult for me, and I was at the point of considering quitting the conservatory altogether... Eventually though, with more social activities and distractions kicking in, I was able to get my bearing back, and started the required practice again.

Still, I was upset about how my teacher had treated me during my challenging time, and I was thinking about getting back to him somehow. That is when I heard rumors from fellow students that Mr. Sells, my piano teacher, has a thing about feet and shoes... That was quite curious, I thought, and I decided to test whether these rumors had truth to them or not.

For the next class, I switched my outfit radically, and put on a quite revealing red minidress, shiny white sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and black low heels. Actually, in order for my test to work better, I arrived wearing my old sneakers that have gotten quite smelly over time, and changed into my black heels right in front of his eyes.

"I didn't want to walk in my heels to your studio all the way from my apartment," I said, trying to explain why I arrived in different shoes.

"Totally understandable," Mr. Sells said, while ogling my new outfit more thoroughly than was warranted for him in his role. I smiled silently, enjoying the impact my sexy outfit already had on him. Then I pretended to have trouble getting into my heels, and asked him if he would mind helping me putting them on.

His face was blushing remarkably once he heard this proposition, and I knew at this point that the rumors about his foot and shoe fetish were more than true... Mr. Sells approached me, bent down to the floor, and held my right shoe firmly in place so I could slip my pantyhose-encased foot into it. But I had another trick up my sleeves and raised my foot close to his face, allowing him a direct sniff of the sweaty sent that was impregnated on my foot by my old stinky sneakers... His hands trembled as he inhaled the sweaty musky scent of my right foot, and as his eyes were obviously completely fixated on my pantyhose-encased legs and feet...

"I thought you would help me in my shoes...?" I teased him.

"Oh, so sorry, of course!" And he took my right foot into his sweaty hands and placed it slowly, but with some embarrassing trembling, into my right black heel.

"Thank you," I said, "and now the other one..." I played the same sniff game with him using my left pantyhose-encased foot, and this time even touched his face with it, culminating in rubbing my very pungent toes directly under his nose... His face now had the color of a ripe tomato, and he was breathing more heavily, as his arousal was completely obvious. I could also observe a very large revealing bulge in his pants...

"Ready?" I asked, interrupting his soaking up of my stinky nylon-encased foot with his noes... Again, with an apology, he took my foot into his even sweatier hands and carefully placed it into my left heel. Thanking him, I sat down on the piano bench and wiggled my feet around for a while, as if trying to squeeze them perfectly into my shiny black heels... Mr. Sells watched, almost in trance, and forgot why he was here and why I was here... It took him some time to recover, and a reminder from me that we were supposed to be going over a Ballade by Chopin that day...

A half hour into the lesson, I mentioned that I needed to visit the bathroom, but opened and closed the bathroom door around the corner of the hallway without actually stepping inside... Rather, I slowly and silently returned to the practice room, peeking around the corner to see what my piano teacher would be up to... It was not that big of a surprise when he held both of my old stinky sneakers up to his nose and took a few deep whiffs, inhaling their sweaty and pungent scents deeply through his nose... Then he moved them even closer to his face, putting his nose as deep as he could first into one, then into the other shoe, likely to smell the toe area more strongly... I also observed that his hard cock in his pants had even gotten bigger and stiffer in the meantime, and his face color had the tomato red again from earlier...

"Hi, Mr. Sells, is something wrong with my sneakers...?" I entered to room abruptly and confronted him to his surprise and embarrassment.

"Oh! Well..." He stammered. "Nothing, really, I... I just thought I move them away from the doorway, that's all..." He tried to get himself out of trouble.

"I see," I reacted, initially pretending to be understanding, "and it seems you must have found something in the shoe, right?"

"Ah, well, yes, in fact, there was... a tissue inside that I tried to pull out..." His excuses got less and less believable over time.

"A tissue?" I asked innocently. "Can I see it...?"

"Well... it seems it has fallen out now that I put the shoe down again..."

"I can't see anything here on the floor..."

Mr. Sells just stood there with his red face and his boner starting to shrink again, like a little teenage boy who had gotten caught in a naughty act...

"Mr. Sells," I started to talk again, "I observed you sniffing my sneakers and putting your nose very deep inside of them. And from earlier, from the way you handled my feet, it is quite clear that you are a foot guy!""

My piano teacher still stood in front of me like a marble statue, unable to say a word.

"You know, Mr. Sells, I could tell what just happened to the head of the conservatory, or even better, mention it on social media, so everyone would know that you are a foot addict..."

Mr. Sells suddenly looked very scared and afraid, I now had him where I wanted...

"But, you know, Mr. Sells, there is one way out..."

My foot-loving piano teacher looked at me with big eyes, he was entirely clueless.

"You don't speak, so I will tell you: you will become... my slave!"

A very fearful look met my gaze, as he heard his verdict being announced so clearly. Would he accept? But what were his alternatives? He would never choose to be publicly humiliated and his foot fetish known by everyone on campus. For sure, he would have to comply, he had truly no choice in that matter...

"Okay, not saying a word sounds like a 'yes' to me. Slave, take all of your clothes off, immediately, no complaints, begging etc." I commanded.

Mr. Sells still had not moved, maybe he had in the meantime become a marble statue for real? But then again, his previous boner had completely retreated and the light-red blush in his face had changed to an angry dark red color of utter fear.

"I don't like to repeat myself," I said firmly. "You are getting out of all your clothes... RIGHT NOW!"

Finally, my slave teacher started to move slowly but persistently, and took one piece of clothes off after the other. When he was just dressed in his underwear, I produced a little giggle, to amplify his embarrassment, but showed him with my stern eyes that he was not to stop here but rather go all the way to the nude... After taking his underwear off in front of me, he looked very helpless and even more embarrassed, but for sure he knew he had no other options...

"Under the piano!" I commanded firmly. "Lie on your side, put your ass in front of the pedals, and face me...!"

He was a good slave boy and did as I instructed, and I relished at the sight of his small dick directly in front of my heels...

"Are we continuing our lessons, or what?" I reprimanded him.

"For sure... ah... yes, Chopin..." My slave teacher stammered, completely distracted by all the events in the past few minutes... I knew that he would also be nervous about the time -- the next student might enter in just a few minutes and would see him in this very compromising position...

Rather than playing the piano, I used my heels to 'play' all over my slave teacher... I kicked his legs and arms, as well as his torso, noticeably creating pain, but I did not allow him to open his mouth for anything... Eventually I got closer to his dick and played around with it using my shiny black heels, at first not putting too much pressure on it... It did grow larger as my shoe treatment increased, and now I squeezed the tip of my heels and their soles harder and harder on his boner, certainly causing more pain than stimulation... My slave tried to move away from my torturing shoes, but I firmly forbid him to move his body while my shoes pushed harder and harder into his cock... Then I dropped my heels with a big thump noise, and continued my cock treatment for my slave using my pantyhose-encased feet... Obviously, he could tolerate this much more than the harsh treatment with my heels, and his cock grew harder again, precum now emanating from its tip... I had to be careful not to bring him over the edge as this was definitely not part of the plan... He was supposed to be excited but ultimately not to get any fulfillment from all of it...

Once I noticed that my slave teacher was getting closer to coming, I increased the pressure of my feet, particularly using my toenails to cut into his shaft, head of his cock, and his balls, to provide him with more torture that went for sure way beyond anything he experienced as lustful... Again, he tried evasive maneuvers but each time got severely punished with more severe squeezes of his cock by my feet and my sharp toenails.

I looked at my phone, and the hour was almost over, I would not expose him to the embarrassment of being confronted by the next student in his compromising position, so I announced to my slave that he had exactly three minutes to get dressed because the lesson was almost over...

My foot slave had a very frightened and scared expression on his face, and this time got dressed extremely quickly, to the extent that he looked somewhat unkempt. He also shivered slightly, and asked me if he could use the bathroom, his bladder must have been on high alert after all that foot and shoe tease, and I generously allowed him to take a bathroom break...

***---***

For the next piano lesson, I texted Mr. Sells to come to my apartment rather than meeting him in his studio. What I had in mind would work better there, in particular, we would have absolute privacy, which is not really possible in his studio.

As my piano teacher entered my place, he looked somewhat anxious and nervous, almost to the point of being scared. Quite obviously he wondered if our newly found relationship from the previous class would continue in a similar vein, or if it was just a one-time fluke. Naturally, me changing the meeting location would be a hint for him that 'we were not done', but hope always dies last, he may have thought.

I wore a similar outfit as the week before, my red minidress, shiny soft nude pantyhose, but I now wore my four-inch red high heels with closed toes, enhancing my sexy look by a notch or two.

I led my teacher into my living room and offered him a chair next to the upright piano. I sat down on my piano bench and opened up the score for the Chopin Ballade we had been working on for some time.

"Should I just start from the beginning?" I asked completely innocently as if everything would be back to where it had been weeks ago. I noticed Mr. Sells' face relax a bit and the tension in his body loosened up. He must have been relieved by this completely ordinary start of his piano lesson.

"Yes, please, just go ahead..."

I played about two pages, when my teacher interrupted for some commentary. Definitely polite and completely understandable from a musical point of view. I made some adjustments in how I played the passage and he complimented my way of playing.

From the corner of my eye I noticed that his gaze often moved down from the music score or the piano keys to the floor... I figured he was ogling my legs in the nude pantyhose and in particular my shiny red leather high heels he had not seen before... Likely he already fantasized what he would do with my shoes and my feet, but that certainly distracted him from his teaching duties, which was not acceptable.

"Anything down there on the floor?" I asked matter of fact.

"Uhm, no, no, nothing in particular, I'm, just, resting my gaze...," my teacher lied to me.

"You do like my red heels, do you?" I now looked him directly in his face. He blushed and turned red as a tomato, looking for words but couldn't find any...

"I know what you have been looking at, foot slave," I suddenly changed the tone of the conversation. "A piano teacher has to pay attention to the music but not to his student's outfit, feet, shoes or otherwise. I hope I made myself clear?"

Still no response or word from my slave.

"Answer!" I called him out in no uncertain terms.

"No, no, you are right..." he cringed, extremely embarrassed, and trembled slightly.

"You are now calling me 'mistress', as you keep being my slave..." I pronounced the word 'slave' very slowly and with a lot of emphasis.

My slave boy shook as he heard that word, and now looked very frightened and scared again.

"I did not hear 'Yes, mistress'."

"Yes, mistress."

"There you go! Good slave boy."

"Undress, quick!" I commanded. Mr. Sells was so startled that he was unable to move out of his frozen position. I kicked him in his balls with my right heels. He screamed briefly, and finally started taking his clothes off. This time he took his underwear off right away, as well, realizing that I would not Give him the slightest break.

Seeing my teacher in the nude again made me feel so powerful and strong that I got a big turn-on out of this... my pussy started to get wet as I approached my slave teacher in my sexy outfit but would not allow him to touch me anywhere at this point. For a while I stood so close in front of him that our bodies almost touched and that he for sure could inhale my sexy fragrance I wore for that occasion. His dick was limp due to his fear, otherwise I'm sure it would have been hard and erect just from seeing me and smelling me so close.

"On the floor, put your head next to the pedals, and your hands to either leg of the piano," I ordered.

"Yes, mistress!"

My teacher lay down on his back and did as instructed. Beautiful! I thought. Here is the guy who used to be so mean and unkind to me for so long, and I had him now under my complete control.

I took handcuffs out of a bag in a corner of the room and cuffed my slave's wrists to the two front legs of the piano. I made sure to tighten the cuffs as much as possible so he would feel some pain. Once he started to groan, I told him to stay silent, he would only be allowed to say anything or make any sound whatsoever if I allowed him to or asked him a question.

Earlier I had moved the dining table to the space behind the piano bench, so it would now become handy for securing and fastening his ankles to two legs of the table. Again, I used cuffs to accomplish this and tied them tightly enough so he felt some pain. Finally I moved the table a bit more away from the piano, until my teacher's arms and legs were entirely stretched out.

My slave was now nude on the floor, with his arms stretched out and his wrists cuffed to the piano on either side, while his legs were also spread and his ankles cuffed to the dining table on either side. My control over him was now really complete.

"How do you like this, my slave boy?" I inquired as if I just had provided him with a particularly enjoyable arrangement.

"I... I... please, Minji, this is so painful... please get me out of this..." He kept begging which made a quite ridiculous impression on me.

"How are you addressing me?" I had a threatening tone in my voice.

"Sorry, mistress."

"So you want the cuffs tightened further?" I asked, with a seemingly friendly tone.

"No, no, no, mistress, please not..." His facial expression was that of both pain and fear.

"We may get to this later... But now..." I approached him very closely and put my right heel on his face. An increase in the size of his dick indicated to me clearly that he liked that touch...

I did not want to do him a favor too early, though, so I removed my shoe from his face again, and instead placed myself right above his face with my legs spread wide apart. This provided him with a perfect view up my minidress of my sheer-to-waist shiny nude pantyhose which allowed him to see through to my outer pussy lips. I was not surprised seeing his dick grow even more in size but at this point nothing touched his body directly, so it was just a visual stimulation, probably accompanied by some sexual fantasies what he would like to do with me -- well, if he just could...

Seeing my slave so helpless and lying flat on the floor right in front of me brought me to the idea to walk all over him in my spikey high heels to demonstrate my absolute power over him... So I stepped on his chest first, trying to not lose my balance, and then walked from there down to his belly and then back up to his chest... My teacher slave likely felt pain from my heel spikes drilling into his flesh, as he started to groan and his dick got small again in no time. I reminded him that he was not allowed to make any sounds unless I explicitly would say that he could, and he was indeed able to suppress his groans for now.

But that was only the precursor for the next challenge I provided him with, I started to walk over his dick and balls, purposefully staying there for quite some time and pushing the four-inch spikes of my red heels deep inside his sex organs. Mr. Sells' face got deep red again, he sweated profusely, and at some point was unable to suppress his moans and groans, which in turn forced me to increase the pressure and duration of my trampling over his dick and balls, followed by some more walking and trampling over his entire face.

After this prelude, he would now have to demonstrate his skills as a true foot slave, I decided.

"Lick my shiny red shoe!" I commanded him, while moving the bottom of my right heel on top of his face.

I had gone to the basement of the house prior to the lesson, just in order to get the soles of my heels very dirty.

"Yes, mistress."

My foot slave waisted no time and started to lick away on the very dirty sole of my heel. I was really impressed as he licked off all that massive dirt without a complaint or without hesitating even a bit. I kept moving my heel around his mouth so he got access to every nook and cranny of my shiny red leather boots... Once I determined that he had cleaned them up properly, I first stuck the tip of my heel into his mouth very firmly, making him gag, then doing the same thing with the four-inch spike, hurting his mouth definitely as I could tell from the look on his face. He was a good slave boy though and did not utter any groan or other sound.

My slave's tongue repeated the shoe cleaning for the left heel, first removing all the dirt from its sole, followed by all the other parts of my sexy shoe. Then again, several intrusions of the tip and spike of my heel into his mouth followed, pushing hard inside. At the end he could not avoid uttering a screaming sound which just made me to continue my intrusion into his mouth and pushing in the spike of my heel ever more firmly...

My slave teacher's cock had gotten fully erect in the meantime, so much did he enjoy the shoe cleaning and mouth penetration, despite of its associated pain.

I decided that I needed more stimulation myself, so I sat on his face, allowing him to feel the sensation of the soft smooth fabric of my silky nude sheer-to-waist pantyhose, just between my sex and his face... I noticed his tongue protruding from his mouth, trying to lick my pussy lips through the smooth fabric of the pantyhose.

"Are you crazy? Did I instruct you to do this?" I used both spikes of my heels to violently attack his balls right in front of me and only stopped when I heard a muted scream from my foot slave, his breath warming my enlarged outer pussy lips.

"No screaming!" And I continued to slam my heel tips and spikes into his balls and then also into his hard boner until it lost its erection due to the inflicted pain...

"You may lick my tight Asian pussy now," I instructed my slave, as he had stopped making any noise and patiently endured the punishment from my spikey heels.

"Yes, mistress," he replied dutifully.

My piano teacher slave was more than ready, and started to explore my sex with his probing tongue, moving it slowly over my outer pussy lips, then also my inner lips, and even intruding a bit into my wet pussy... All of that happened with the sheer silky fabric of my nude pantyhose between his tongue and my private parts... I could see how much this dry cunnilingus aroused my slave since his erection had returned in the meantime and copious amounts of precum oozed out of the head of his hard cock... My excitement had also grown during his skillful treatment of my pussy lips and pussy with his tongue, and I deliberated whether I should keep going with this until I came or stop it prematurely. I did not want to give him a victory or success, he did not deserve it, so I decided to get off his face just a few seconds before I would have come and instead masturbated myself to an orgasm by stimulating my hard clit. I spasmed, a lot of pussy juices squirted out of me, and I provided some to my slave to lick them off his mouth...

"Minji... I am so hot... Can I... fuck you...?" My teacher obviously had gotten completely insane. Instead of an answer I kicked his balls and boner with my heels so persistently and intensely that not only his erection completely disappeared, but he also started to wail and groan of pain...

"You know why I had to do this, slave?" I asked rhetorically. "You talked without me asking you, you did not address me properly, but worse, you put a demand on me, and worse yet, you asked for sex! If you want to be a good slave, you are not doing any of that, got it?" I looked him into his eyes very sternly, and he looked more scared and frightened than ever before.

"Yes, mistress."

"Good slave boy."

It was now more than time to return to my foot slave's genuine desires, so I took my high heels off and held them under his nose for sniffing. His dick almost instantly bounced to form a straight erection, as soon as I held the toes parts of my heels very close to his nose and he was starting to inhale the scents with big breaths.

"Have I said anything?" I removed the shoes and slapped his face hard six times with my hand.

"No, mistress, so sorry..."

"Okay, now, inhale all the stinky and pungent smells you can find in my sexy heels!"

"Yes, mistress."

My teacher breathed heavily and rapidly, as he inhaled every last musky and sweaty scent of my heels through his nose, as I moved my heels around so he got access to every part of them. Meanwhile, the tip of his dick had started to emanate precum again, telling me the entire story about his feet and foot smell fetish.

I played with him for a while, letting him explore all the parts of my sweaty heels with his nose, and then switched gears and put first one, then both of my pantyhose-encased feet on his face. This time he remembered to wait for my instructions, good slave boy!

"Smell them, no licking!"

"Yes, mistress."

My foot slave went for many deep inhalations of my pantyhosed feet, my heels, arches, balls and toes, he was getting aroused the most when I put the crevices between my toes and the balls of my feet under his nose, he inhaled like crazy with enjoyment of the sweaty, musky, stinky smells emanating from my feet... His cock had gotten as large and hard as I had never observed before, and I was getting, well, a bit interested in getting fucked by my teacher slave... But it was way to early for this, if there would be time for this ever...

"Now lick my pantyhosed little feet!" We got ready for the next round...

"Yes, mistress."

Again, my slave needed no invitation and got right to it, exploring every part of my feet, covered in the shiny smooth fabric of my nude pantyhose, with his skillful tongue. Again, he was the most eager to lick my toes and the areas around them, as the pungent scents there were the strongest. Every once in a while I would tease and torture my slave by withdrawing my feet from his face for some time, and I could see his lust and desire for more of my feet in his eyes.

I surprised him by grabbing his throbbing hard dick with my hands while still moving my pantyhosed feet over his face to provide him with ample opportunities to lick them. He sighed and moaned briefly as he felt my little fingers squeezing his shaft tightly and moving up and down in a fucking rhythm. I made sure not to touch the head of his cock, though, in order not to make him come prematurely.

"Suck my beautiful feet!" I commanded, and we went into the third round of foot worship, now he sucked on my toes and my entire feet, still covered in the smooth pantyhose, and I eased things for him by sometimes sticking my feet deep into his mouth, to the point where he gagged and fought hard to catch some breath...

All the while during these several rounds of foot worship by my foot slave, I kept recording quite a number of video clips with my phone, showing this hot action; one never knew when these would come handy at some point in the future...

In the meantime, my handjob had gotten more intense, I would occasionally touch and stroke his round balls with my fingers or my fingernails, and it was clear that he was more than ready to come... I thought that him coming might be pleasurable for me, too, so I decided to do him that favor...

I stuck both of my small feet into his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe, and then extended my hand job to include his boner's tip, applying more squeeze there, as well, and finally bringing him over the edge... His numerous cumshots went all over my face, hair, dress and even my pantyhose-encased legs...

I rearranged myself and sat on his face again, looking at his sex and his legs, I was up for a second round of cunnilingus, his orgasm and all those cumshots all over me had made me feel more aroused and wanting...

"Lick my Asian pussy another time!" I demanded of my slave.

"Yes, mistress."

He likely could not believe his luck, and as before, he did a great job exploring my sex all over, mediated by my smooth sheer-to-waist nude pantyhose, starting with my enlarged outer labia, then my inner labia and finally entering with his tongue into my very wet pussy. He also was keenly aware of my rock solid clit and tried to avoid touching it so to avoid a premature orgasm. He definitely edged me expertly, maybe a thanks for the handjob I just had provided to him.

With so much stimulation, though, my bladder raised an alert and at first I thought I'd leave for a minute to go to the bathroom. But then I had a better idea.

"Open your mouth wide, and swallow every last drop!" I said, to his surprise, and as soon as he had opened his mouth, my pee flowed out from my peehole

right into his wide open mouth... I wondered if he enjoyed the sensation of the warm, slightly salty pee, but in any event, he kept swallowing and swallowing, as my bladder had been completely full and the golden shower went on for quite a while.

"Back to licking!"

"Yes, mistress." A few drops of my pee ran out of his mouth as he was talking.

I decided to tease my foot slave a bit while he was working on the cunnilingus, and first slowly and sensuously moved my pantyhosed feet over his chest, tummy, hips and legs, and then touched his hard cock and his firm balls with my pantyhose-encased feet and toes, making sure he would be stimulated but without risking getting him over the edge...

With all of the attention from my slave's skillful tongue on my private parts, I was close to coming and almost got annoyed about my slave ignoring my clit with his tongue, obviously on purpose. Rather than commanding him to bring me over the edge I decided to do this myself, not allowing him the pleasure of stimulating me to an orgasm, and fingered my lust pearl for a while until I came hard, convulsing in my whole body, and shooting loads of pussy juices into my slave boy's mouth who eagerly sucked them in and swallowed them all.

I am sure my teacher would have liked me to continue with my foot tease and foot job but that was not part of the plan for that day, too bad to disappoint him there.

A look at my phone showed that we had spent almost two hours in my apartment.

"I hope you don't have another student right after me?"

"No, mistress, you are the last one today." Oh good, it would have been embarrassing to cause an issue with his schedule, although one could also say that this would have been part of his punishment... In any event, it was now time to undo the cuffs and release Mr. Sells from his awkward position... He cleaned himself up, put his clothes back on, and left my apartment without saying a word...