End of Class

The rest of the class went the same exact way, with Judy using every opportunity available to humiliate me, luckily without much notice from the rest of the class. I was her practice dummy for the entire session.

During the final few minutes, we always went into Shavasana pose. We would lie down, face up with our limbs spread out, and just relax our body. That’s when Judy made her move. She started moving her yoga mat behind me. That’s when I started sensing trouble, and she definitely had a plan. As I closed my eyes, I could feel her bare feet descend on my face. I knew the deal: speak up and everyone would know, so I played along.

For over two minutes my face was smothered by her milf feet. I could not resist, and frankly given everything she had already done, I was too afraid to do so anyways. Eventually I heard a faint whisper coming from her end. “Worship them.” I knew what I had to do. I started kissing and licking every inch of her sexy feet. I had accepted my place as her inferior, nothing more than her footstool, and I remained so for the time being.

After the class was over, I was ordered to bring her socks and shoes just like the first time, but I also had to worship her feet some more before that. Everyone had already left, at least I hoped they did, and Judy had me all to herself. I was on the ground, at this bitch’s feet, kissing her soles, when I heard someone else’s voice.

“What’s going on?”