Teacher Pet Pt. 02

Chapter 2

As always when Barbara went horseback riding she was all dressed up in the regulated competition uniform simply because it radiated such class. Unlike the often colourful hobby wear most girls coming to her stables wore. For a while she had thought about enforcing this same uniform to everyone at her stables, but in the end she had decided against it. In her mind the white jodhpurs, white blouse, black jacket, black knee-high boots over black knee-high socks made her stand out from the plebs dressed in their colourful jodhpurs, knee high riding socks with only ankle high boots and a casual top.

Grabbing her horse she went for a long trip in the woodlands close to her mansion. She was so very pissed at whoever this girl was who had ripped her off so hard but there was nothing to be done about it now. At least she had the situation handled or so she thought as she rode her horse extra hard to blow of steam before heading back to the stables.

One of the girls having a horse there, a petite blonde was just leaving with a brush in hand when Barbara shoved the reins of her horse into the girl's hands. "Here, take care of her for me will you?" Barbara said more as a demand than as a question. Although the girl didn't want to, she did as she was asked anyway. Barbara was known for being rather short tempered and demanding. Besides it was little effort, a lot less than having to search for another stable for her horse that was.

With her horse handed over Barbara headed straight to the private bathroom right next to the stables. Horse riding was fun, but it stunk. It was nothing she wanted inside her mansion so she had had this bathroom installed for this very reason. Discarding her clothes on the floor Barbara took a quick revitalising shower before changing into one of the white silk bathrobes at her disposal before entering straight into the mansion through another door. Quickly a maid hurried into the bathroom after she left to clean up the mess and wash her riding clothes.

In her bathrobe Barbara went up to her office, she didn't know why she hadn't done so right away, but she guessed it was safer to just delete the account she had made on that panty buying site. What if anyone else would make the connection to her username? She didn't dare think of it. Opening her computer and pulling up the site, her breath suddenly stocked.

The first thing that had popped up was that new message and it immediately made her stomach knot up. Not only had this girl not accepted the bribe, she had apparently upped the ante, making her instructions even worse than they had been. The linked made up news article made her blood run cold. It was a small taste of what the gossip press and even genuine well reputed papers might write, if anyone would publish something like that she would be ruined.

All kind of thoughts coursed through Barbara's head. How on earth would she deal with this? How could she keep this horrible scenario from happening? No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't come up with an answer.

Well she had one answer, doing exactly what this bitch had told her to do, but that wasn't really an answer either as she detested everything about it. If she wanted to have a reputation left instead of becoming a complete outcast looked down upon by everyone then she would have little choice though. After all it seemed that this girl was not one to be bribed. Whatever it was she had against her it seemed to run deep. She was more after embarrassing her than anything else. It was a dangerous situation as that meant she probably wouldn't hesitate to actually send that article to the papers if she couldn't get that embarrassment from the instructions she had given.

Fishing that package of socks from her desk drawers along with the instruction letter that had accompanied it Barbara just stared. "Fucking bitch, if only I could make you pay." She muttered under her breath not knowing which option would be worse. God this was so gross.

After over an hour of contemplating Barbara finally made up her mind. Taking the socks option had the most immediate consequences. Having to masturbate with them would simply be horrendous so would having to actually wear those socks which this girl claimed to be rank. It would be a horrible two days, but it would be better than spending the rest of her life having lost all status. It was a tough decision, but if she could get through these two days then it would all be over.

At least that is was Barbara told herself as she picked up the socks and letter, heading to her bedroom. She had to belief it would be all over after these two days or there was no way in hell she could motivate herself to actually carry out those instructions and life as she knew it depended on it. A Shudder of disgust ran across her spine even just thinking about what she was about to do.

First she spent a long time setting up her phone so it would catch all of the disgusting action. After all if she did this then she had to make sure that it was caught on camera. No matter how much she didn't want anyone to see what she was about to do, she feared that who ever this girl was would still expose her if it wasn't caught on camera, that or she would have to do it again and neither were options Barbara wanted to risk. She did fidget a little more than she had to, but that was simply to postpone the inevitable.

Eventually with a deep sigh she got up on the bed and took the bag of socks. God they looked gross even through the plastic. Gross ended up being the understatement of the year as she reluctantly opened up the zip lock bag and the intense smell of stale foot sweat wafted in her face. It smelled like a mixture of vinegar and a very sharp kind of cheese.

Barbara's eyes teared up wanting nothing more than to throw these nasty things away. The smell was nearly enough to make her reconsider her choice, but she couldn't. She had to power through this no matter how disgusting it was. There was simply too much at stake.

With her thumb and index finger she fished the long soft pink socks out of the bag, cringing as she did so. This was the absolute worst. Their nasty smell only grew stronger stinking up her whole room. It was ridiculous handling these socks with such care to touch them as little as possible considering what she was about to do with them next.

While Barbara was suffering just getting these socks out the camera was rolling. It was all a terribly slow process thanks to Barbara's reluctance. Eventually she did get to the point where she started rolling these socks up her legs though, feeling completely ridiculous and gross as the pale pink cotton compression socks fitted around her arms like a fingerless glove. They reached up a little past her elbows as she cringed when her hands seated in the crusty feet of the socks, crusty cause of all the dried up sweat packed into them.

She had come this far so she might as well finish what she started here. One socked hand slowly reached up to her face while the other disappeared in the slit of her bathrobe between her legs and onto her neatly trimmed pussy. She kept on her bathrobe to at least preserve a little modesty but god it was gross to touch her pussy with that sock. Not nearly as gross as when that other sock came down on her face though, the sole dark grey stained from the long wear and the scent all overpowering.

Barbara groaned loudly. She didn't know how she was going to ever manage to cum from this, let alone twice in a row, but she started rubbing her pussy like her life depended on it anyhow. The rapid movements forced her to breath more which in turn forced her to inhale that nasty foot scent even more. Filling her lungs with that nauseating smell time and time again.

It took Barbara nearly fifteen minutes just to get her pussy to moisten, and even then it was out of pure physical stimulation, stimulation that had to overcome her intense disgust. The stench of these socks was so intense that not even imagination helped. All she could think about was how disgusting this was. That while she usually was plenty skilful with her hands, being able to get herself off within five minutes.

After getting her pussy to moisten up it took another half an hour until she finally had a small orgasm. It was at the same time a great relief that finally she had made this progress, but also a horrid realisation that she had came sniffing these nasty running socks. That and the fact that this ordeal was only half over.

With a load groan Barbara forced herself to change hands, moving the now soaked sock up to her face while moving the still dry crusty sock down to her pussy. The smell of this sock was even more intense with how the dried-up sweat had been remoistened. The way it mixed with the tangy scent of her own pussy made it more disturbing. A constant reminder of the horrible thing she had just done, getting off with a pair of thoroughly used running socks.

Luckily for her this second part of her ordeal was shorter. With her pussy already moistened up and her arousal kickstarted, Barbara reached an orgasm after another long twenty minutes which seemed to take forever despite being way shorter than the first time.

The moment she came Barbara instantly pulled the socks away from her face and off of her arms. Stuffing them back into their zip lock back as fast as she could to contain them once more. Stopping the film Barbara bolted up and rushed to her bedroom. The awful scent of feet mixed with the scent of her own pussy had soaked into the pores of her hands and face, stuck to her skin despite their source being removed. Even though the socks were back in their zip lock bags that nasty scent was still all she could smell. Not surprising after having those socks pressed against her face for more than an hour.

In the bathroom Barbara instantly went into the shower and thoroughly washed her hands and face with heavily scented soaps. No matter how much she washed and scrubbed she could swear that she could still feel and smell those nasty socks on her skin.

That was until she finally decided to come out of the shower and back into her bedroom, instantly noting that the air inside was still heavily smelling of feet and arousal. Feeling slightly nauseous she dashed to the nearest window and opened it up. Nevertheless she stuffed the zip lock bag into her bedside table, took her phone and dashed out of the master bedroom off to a guest room. The last thing she wanted was to keep on smelling that nasty scent. One thing was certain when she had to do this again tomorrow she would do it in one of the guestrooms in the first place.

In the guest room, finally escaped from that nasty foot scent Barbara sent that disturbing very long video to the girl who had forced her into it. She didn't want to. This whole ordeal had been horrible enough in and of its own, but if she didn't then it would have all been for nothing. Laying on the bed she looked on with dread to how the Video loaded terrible slow. Not surprising given the sheer size of the thing with a website without enough bandwidth for a fast transmission. Putting her phone next to her on the bedside table she just laid back and rested for a while.

A rest that soon went over into a deep sleep as Barbara was exhausted due to the day's stress and the horrid events. A ping was heard notifying that the file had successfully been sent, but Barbara just slept through it.

In the city in her small dorm room Vanessa had been just about ready to send all screen shots and info needed to make a juicy article to all news outlets in town. She was so pissed that miss bitch in chief Sauvage had tried to bribe her only to further ignore her demands. Seeing her face in all of the papers and on the local news would at least give her some satisfaction. Then all of a sudden she got a message notification, a huge video file from her professor. Just in time to stop her from sending all her blackmail material out. No wonder it took that long to respond.

A sinister smile growing on her face Vanessa started the download, which just like the upload seemed to take an eternity. She decided to take a shower first and get ready for bed while the file was processed.

When she came back from the shared bathroom in her dorm the file was nearly downloaded. The final moment in which she would find out whether her bitch of a professor had followed her orders. Her pussy own pussy was already moistening at the thought of Barbara Sauvage, the stuck-up bitch masturbating with her filthy running socks. A long due revenge against those rich entitled bitches like the ones who had bullied her in high school. Barbara might not have been one of those, but she certainly had it coming as well.

Starting the video Vanessa was instantly enraptured, a hand sliding into her loose pyjama shorts as she witnessed her obviously reluctant professor prepare to carry out those filthy instructions, forced to smell her feet just like those girls had forced her before she went to university. God having this power over someone was hot as hell. All the moaning and groaning in disgust only made it better. Vanessa managed to work herself to an orgasm or seven during the more than an hour and a half long video where Barbara only managed to rub herself to two orgasms, her arms wrapped in those well-worn running socks.

"There you go sock slut. See, there was no reason not to do what I asked. Just looked at how you enjoyed yourself, masturbating with a pair of filthy running socks, my filthy running socks. You even came twice. Anyways, if you know what's good for you then I suggest you wear them to school tomorrow, do so visibly as well. I will find out if you don't and well then your dirty little secret will be out. Hell with that video no paper will hesitate to publish it and I bet you'll even go viral. In any case enjoy your night's rest, enjoy wearing these very special socks tomorrow and above all else enjoy masturbating with them again tomorrow, I just know they'll be extra special. Yours truly, your sock Goddess." Vanessa wrote before heading to bed herself.

Chapter 3

The following morning Barbara woke up with a groan. One of the first things she saw was that message from her so called Sock Goddess. Remembering yesterday all too well and dreading the day ahead of her Barbara sighed deeply getting up out of her bed. The first thing she did was walk back to her own room. The window was still open and she was glad to notice how the smell had disappeared from her room completely. Heading into her bathroom the first thing she did was grab a shower once more. It was just like any other morning except that she once again scrubbed her face thoroughly. She could still swear that she could feel those nasty socks on there even though it was ridiculous.

Fresh out of the shower she walked to her huge walk-in closet, trying to find a suit that would match with these nasty socks she had been given. It was hard since all her suits were in either neutral or dark colours. She had nothing in pink or even close to pink. The most colourful outfit she had had been a miss buy. It was sky blue in colour, a stray from the usual dark navy colour she tended to go for in some suits. It was a suit she had never worn before, but it seemed like her best option now. The soft pink socks would really stand out under a dark or neutral coloured suit while matching colourful with colourful could work. Picking out the suit along with some cream coloured dress shoes Barbara headed back into her room with a sigh.

Feeling her stomach turn she took out that zip lock bag with those nasty socks bringing back the horrid memories of last night full force. Opening up the back Barbara nearly gagged. The smell of this girl's feet mixed with her own arousal instantly wafted into her face. Fishing out one sock she was horrified to feel it was still damp. As it turns out stuffing wet socks into a sealed plastic bag wasn't a good idea and now she paid the price.

The moisture made all the scents trapped into them that much more intense that and they made them so much more horrid to put on. One thing was for sure, after today and tomorrow these shoes and this suit was for the trash. Barbara thought with a shudder as she slid the socks up her legs, feeling their dampness and the firm compression. It made her skin crawl, but she had to do this. Throwing on the suit and the shoes over the socks she turned to the mirror in the hopes they were well hidden.

Much to her embarrassment they weren't, the way her suit pants were cut to expose he ankles now screwed her over. The cream shoes, the broad band of soft pink and then the light blue from her shoes. It made her feel like she was some sort of clown. The cotton in these obviously well used socks also felt wildly inferior to the silky feel of her branded socks. From the look of it these socks had been very cheap and she hoped others wouldn't notice.

More worrying than the look however was their smell. She really hoped that stuffed in her shoes the smell wouldn't be noticeable for anyone else, but she feared for it. keeping her distance would be key in ensuring her secret would be safe. It wasn't like she really had a choice anyways. If she wanted to keep her secret safe she had to go through with this or it would be all over the papers tomorrow.

That morning out of sheer stress Barbara was way more snappy than usual. A situation her employees had no other option than to just deal with it. Barbara often had days like these although rarely so bad. If they wanted to keep their job they know it was best to just suck it up though.

Nerves were raging through Barbara's body as she was driven to school. She felt insanely self-conscious and somewhat paranoid walking on campus. She felt as if all eyes were on her, as if anyone might find out her secret at any point, but most of all she was concerned about being watched. She felt as if she was watched constantly. This girl calling herself her sock Goddess had warned her that she would know if she disobeyed meaning she had to have eyes inside somehow despite living across the country. Not having the first clue about who this girl was other than the panty selling bio pretty much everyone, especially students were suspects.

While Barbara's morning so far had been horrible Vanessa had woken up with a broad smile. She had never felt any better as she thought about the class she would get from Barbara or better known now as her sock bitch. She wondered if the stuck-up proud professor would have followed her orders and worn her running socks she had masturbated in to school.

For her outfit Vanessa had opted for a pair of thick black opaque tights, her next item in preparation for her sock bitch. It was an item worn common enough not to stand out. After all she didn't want to risk Barbara tracing her next gift back to something she had seen someone in one of her classes wear. If she got these tights then the possibilities of where they had come from would still be huge, leaving her with a sense of uncertainty.

The tights were worn in combination with a black skater skirts that reached her mid-thigh, a white simple t-shirt and a pair of rather worn out converse sneakers. They had once been white but were grey in colour by now. Vanessa had had them since high school, and they would be ideal to smell up the feet of these tights which was exactly what she was going for.

Feeling more confident and better about herself than ever Vanessa walked to class. The very cheap dorm she rented wasn't on campus grounds anymore which had been inconvenient before, but now she was glad to get her two-mile-long walk in. It was the perfect excuse to get her tights nice and smelly.

Opposed to Barbara's day which passed terribly slow Vanessa's day flew by. She couldn't keep her mind from wandering back to that video of Barbara masturbating with her socks. Getting off hadn't been her goal by a long shot. All she had been after was completely degrading her professor just like she deserved, but she would be lying if she didn't admit it had been hot as hell. Just holding such power over someone after being on the bottom of the social ladder for so long felt amazing. More even it was a huge turn on for some reason, she had felt such a rush dominating Barbara even though it had just been over text that she craved more. Way more.

When the class taught by Barbara arrived the desire to keep on pushing her professor only grew. She could tell from Barbara's look that she was nervous. The cold mannered bitch who felt above everyone else didn't look so superior anymore. It was hard to even look at her with respect by now for Vanessa after she had seen that video.

More noticeable to everyone however was the fact that Barbara wore a more colourful outfit. The light blue was very out of place for Barbara, so out of place that some whispering spontaneously erupted when she entered. Aisha a tall black girl with very short curly hair, a very athletic build who was a friend with benefits of Vanessa on top of being one of her teammates and an overall good friend, leaned over and couldn't help but make a remark. "Oh god, I'll be damned, Barbara Sauvage wearing something colourful?" She whispered surprised, obviously hinting at the suit.

"Maybe she has only just realised colours exist." Vanessa whispered back with a smirk. She herself had mainly looked down at her professor's feet. A big smile spread across her face spotting the soft pink cotton peeking out of Barbara's pant leg. Although it was hard to tell she was certain they had to be the running socks Vanessa had previously soaked in her sweat, the ones Barbara had worn in yesterday's video to masturbate with, the obvious cause of Barbara's nervousness. She had to give it to the woman, she had distracted attention away from the colourful socks, but she probably wasn't aware of that. All Vanessa could think of when she saw Barbara was how the woman was her sock slut now.

For the entirety of the rather uneventful lecture Barbara stayed behind her desk. Keeping the bit of the pink socks peeking out between her pants and shoes out of view. She was really paranoid as she could swear she could smell them all the time, but she wasn't sure if it was the nasty memory of that smell just like when she had scrubbed her face in the shower or the actual smell. One thing was for certain though, it didn't help her insecurity.

Barbara's nerves and worries where a constant throughout the day, fuelled by the busy whispering in each and every one of her classes. By the time her day ended she was completely exhausted. The constant worries had taken their toll even though nothing had really happened. Only one more day of this and it would all finally be over, Barbara thought as she let herself be driven home. Home where another one of those horrid masturbation sessions awaited her. God she looked up against it, but there was nothing to be done about it.

In the meantime Vanessa was preparing to take more control. If Barbara thought everything would be over after tomorrow she was sorely mistaken. These two days were only the start of a journey Vanessa wasn't quite sure yet she would ever allow to end. It would definitely be fun for her remaining years here at university and after that who knew?

Walking into the city to a nearby telecommunication shop Vanessa got herself the latest model smartphone and a new number with a top-notch subscription granting a full unlimited package. The number she registered under the name and address of Barbara Sauvage, all bills would be sent to her estate. The dual sim option of her phone was pretty useful so she could keep her own phone number for her personal life and the new one for her sock slut. Downloading big video files would be way quicker with unlimited data in favour of the spotty Wi-Fi in her dorm and she would have a nice screen to look at it wherever she pleased.

Back in her dorm Vanessa started typing out a new lengthy message for her sock slut. A message that if everything went well she wouldn't have to rely on this panty selling websites message and mail system anymore. If all went well she would soon have a direct quick connection with her sock slut. Then there would be no more excuses possible for missing a command.

Dear Sock slut,

I'm pleased to hear that you have followed your instructions well today. I count on it that you will keep following them and sent me a video of your masturbation adventures just like you have last night. I'm sure the delicious smell of my old running socks has evolved quite nicely by now. I just know they'll make you cum. Well that goes without saying as they have to.

Today I went out to buy myself a new phone. One meant to be able to keep contact with you directly now. I took a number under your name and I expect the bills to be paid. If a problem with my new number arises then you can count on having a big problem answering to the press. Of course getting a new phone was a big unnecessary cost as well, one I didn't have to make so it goes without saying that you'll pay me back for that as well. I'll send you the bill when you text me.

Now I'm sure you have been aching to masturbate with those socks once more all day long. Before you do so though there are some formalities I want to get out of the way. You will put my number into your contacts under the name "Sock Goddess". You'll then strip down to nothing but your socks, send me a picture, don't you dare cover anything up. Accompanying the picture, you can send me a text explaining how much you enjoyed masturbating with my socks and how you can't wait to do it again.

When you're ready to go again you will send me a message and request a video call. This time I'll be following live. You better make it good and sexy. After all you do want to please your Goddess don't you? That'll be all for now, additional info can follow over text once I have your number.

Yours truly,

Your Sock Goddess

PS: Don't forget to address me correctly when you message me. Also since I have gone through the trouble of setting up this direct line of contact I fully expect you to use it as a direct line of contact. This means that I expect you to answer me within 5 minutes whenever I contact you, there are very little excuses that will count and safe your skin if you don't.

Happy with herself Vanessa sent out her big text. If everything went as planned she should be able to assert more control over her sock slut, enabling her to contact her whenever she wanted, able to give her orders at any given moment. Oh it would be so much fun to toy around with her, now all she needed to do was wait. Just like yesterday she guessed Barbara would wait till the last possible moment to carry out her masturbation task.

Vanessa couldn't expect Barbara to see her message right away, not yet at least. That would all change soon though. An added benefit to getting Barbara's number would be that she could finally remove this panty selling website for good, that she could ban this nasty memory from her life and forget about this regrettable period of selling herself to get by. After all on top of a sock slut Barbara also made a good cash cow.

While Vanessa was eagerly awaiting her sock slut's reply, Barbara was nervous beyond belief. She had immediately pulled those nasty socks off in a guest room, hanging them to air out just so their scent would hopefully be more bearable. A hope that had quickly grown more urgent as she had noticed they smelled even worse than when she pulled them fresh from their bag. Out of her socks she went into the shower, giving her feet a thorough wash before trying to forget about everything for as long as she could. She would postpone her task as long as possible.