The next day, Karan arrived in school with a strange mix of eagerness and apprehension. He had deliberately left his homework incomplete, anticipating that it would earn him a harsher punishment which in turn, he believed would result in a more intense interaction with Preeta. His excitement was palpable, his heart racing as he imagined the various ways she might exert her dominance over him.
As the day progressed, the scene shifted to Preeta, who strode through the campus with an air of elegance and absolute authority. Her every step radiated power, and the students seemed to part in awe as she moved. Her presence commanded respect and attention, reinforcing the notion that everything was under her control.
When Preeta entered in classroom, a murmur of excitement and curiosity rippled through the students. They greeted her with respect, their voices hushed in reverence. Preeta’s eyes settled on Karan, a devilish smile curling at her lips as she approached him.
“Karan,” she whispered, her tone both teasing and authoritative. “I specifically told you how to greet me. Why aren’t you doing it correctly?”
Karan’s heart skipped a beat. He was nervous and fidgety, unsure of how to respond. “I… I’m sorry, Mam,” he stammered, beginning to kneel.
Preeta’s voice cut through the air. “Stop. You’re supposed to do it in private, not here in front of everyone.”
Karan froze, nodding quickly. He then resumed his usual position, sitting on the floor in front of Preeta’s desk, his eyes fixed on her feet. Preeta’s gaze was icy as she checked everyone’s homework, her expression darkening when she came to Karan’s incomplete work.
With a cold, calculated tone, she announced , “Karan, Get out of my class”
A murmur of curiosity followed as Karan stood up, his shoulders slumped in disappointment. He cast a longing glance at Preeta’s feet, wishing he could stay and admire them throughout the lecture. He exited the classroom, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of missing her presence.
After about 10-12 minutes, Preeta, excusing herself under the pretense of needing to step out for a moment, left the classroom. She walked down the empty corridor, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. The corridor was deserted, as all the lectures were in progress.
Preeta’s eyes narrowed with a sense of purpose as she saw Karan standing there. Her expression turned stern, and she commanded, “Greet Your Teacher, Karan.”
Without hesitation, Karan fell to his knees and began kissing her feet fervently bowing his head. He lavished attention on both of her feet, his lips pressing against her skin in a desperate display of adoration. After a minute, he looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of devotion and longing.
Preeta’s smile was a blend of satisfaction and cruelty. “Good boy,” she said, her voice carrying a note of approval. She then handed him her car keys. “There’s a task for you. Go to my car, open the boot and complete it.”
Karan took the keys gratefully and hurried to the parking lot. He approached Preeta’s car, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he opened the boot, he was taken aback by the sight inside. The boot was filled with several pairs of dirty heels, each one reeking of the distinct aroma of Preeta’s feet. Alongside the footwear was a letter, which he quickly read:
“Get into the boot and do your work.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Karan climbed into the boot, closing it behind him. The space was dark & confined and filled with the heavy scent of Preeta’s footwear. Despite the discomfort, he relished the opportunity to serve her. He started by methodically licking each pair of shoes, from her gumboots to her high-heeled stilettos. The air was thick with the combined odors of the shoes and Preeta’s scent, creating an intoxicating atmosphere for Karan.
