After mine and Mr. K's long session in the classroom we went to pick up my stuff at home then went to his house. It wasn't the cleanest on the inside but it wasn't too dirty. "This is where you'll be cleaning, eating, and worshipping for the rest of the semester." He said with a smile. He sat on his recliner and left his feet hanging off of the edge.
"Come stand before me slave." I stood right in front of him. He looked at me with an evil grin then placed his feet around my dick. "Freeze" the hypnosis took effect and I couldn't move. He started stroking my dick with his feet. I was exhausted and he knew it, he loved seeing me while I was weak. "You aren't going to cum until I snap my fingers, and if you fall, things will get worse for you." He kept stroking slowly teasing the tip and my knees started trembling, he smiled and said "got a problem down there? Other than the fact that you're about to explode haha."
"Why are you.. Doing this?" I said. "I've always wanted a slave, and now, I'm breaking you to where you'll never wanna leave my side, and thanks to the hypnosis, you couldn't if you wanted to." I was so humiliated but turned on at the same time. "You... Will never break me."
"I already have" he said with a grin. "Stand on one foot." I lifted one of my feet involuntarily and he kept stroking my dick, my knee started to give out. He snapped his fingers and I came and fell to the floor. "I'm.... Sorry." Trying to catch my breathe.
"No apologies, lay spread eagle on my bed." I walked to his bed and laid spread eagle. "Now freeze." I couldn't move, he placed a milking machine on my dick and said "you will not cum no matter what without me snapping my fingers." He turned on the machine and it started stimulating my sensitive dick. I couldn't move and the pleasure felt painful at this point.
Mr. K then put his black sock in my mouth and tied his smelly running shoe around my head. He walked to the end of the bed and started taking my socks off. I couldn't sense what was going on through the milking machine and getting high off his foot stench. I was trying to scream but it was muffled by his sock and shoe on my face. Then, Mr. K, my sadistic teacher, started tickling my feet. It was so much I started getting dizzy. "Stay conscious slave or you'll regret it." He used his beard to tickle my left foot and all ten of his fingers to torture the other one.
He snapped his fingers and said "cum boy cum." I came and the milking machine was sucking out every last drop, Mr. K was still tickling and snapped his fingers again and I was struggling to breathe through his reeking shoe. He snapped his fingers again and I passed out.
I woke up still in his bed, couldn't move, Mr. K sitting between my legs said. "I told you not to pass out, you're still asleep, but I'm everywhere you go." This truly was a nightmare, and this was going to be a long night with the man of my dreams becoming the man of my nightmares.
