Underneath her desk

Kneeling before Prof. Torres you gaze up on the dominant, yet petite woman, scared yet excited at being utterly exposed and at her mercy.

Her lips curl into a deviant looking smile not quite reaching her eyes which gleam of naughtiness.

"This is where you belong my student, naked and on your knees in front of me. Utterly at my mercy and subservient to my desires." Her lips part slightly as she licks her lips hungrily making you swallow hard.

"I'm so glad you realized it and didn't let some other bitch playing at dominance claim you for themselves." Her eyes suddenly turn possessive and her voice tings of jealousy. "You're mine.."

Just as suddenly her gentle smile is back and she pats you on the head softly.

"You've made the right choice my student ****.."

She looks at her watch then rises from her chair, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Stepping back slightly she drags her chair backwards allowing you free view into the rather spacious area underneath the desk.

Prof. Torres laughs softly at your confused look before extending her index finger pointing towards the empty space under the desk.

"Now, that's where you'll stay for the duration of my afternoon class. We can't have some naughty university girls seeing your goodies, hmm?"

"They're just for my personal use after all! Now, hop in there before class starts!" Prof. Torres says, snapping her fingers hurrying you. You crawl under her desk, backwards and facing your Mistress at which she smacks her tongue approvingly.

Underneath the desk is surprisingly comfortable and much roomier than you expected as you hunch over trying to get into the most comfortable state you can, there is even room for you to lay down flat.

As you're doing this Prof. Torres moves her chair back to the desk and resumes her seat, leaving you trapped underneath the desk. From your position you can't see anything apart from your Mistress feet, legs and her crotch and you're relieved to realize no else can see you either.

"Now ****, you must be silent until told otherwise. The students will be arriving shortly.." Prof. Torres accented voice rings out, slightly muted by the desk. "..Fortunately I've got just the thing to keep you occupied.. Lie down, on your back with your face towards me."

You move gingerly into the indicated position, the floor cold against your back. As you rest your head on the floor you hear a rustling sound and moments later a dainty, warm, foot clad in stocking plants itself on your face closely followed by a second equally dainty foot.

"Worship my feet like you clean my pussy after I've pissed in your mouth and you'll do just fine. Get started!" Remembering your first time serving your Mistress excites you as you, mirroring your actions from your first session, begin to lap softly at her feet. Taking them each in hand and caressing them softly with your hand as well as your tongue.

From far off you hear the sound of people entering the room and before long myriads of voices fill the room. The reality of the situation is rather absurd you think to yourself and even though it scares you, you feel safe in the care of your Mistress and you're also very excited.

You hear Prof. Torres call the class to order and before long class is well underway. No one suspects that the dainty latina Professor has a young man collared, plugged and locked under her desk, worshipping her feet.

Immensely turned on by your predicament you suck each toe into your mouth one by one taking special care of the odd toe wearing a golden toe ring, giving them extra attention. As class progresses you lose all track of time, inhaling the essence of her feet, quietly worshipping them like a good ****.

Suddenly you feel the buttplug in your ass start to vibrate intensely, rubbing against your prostate. By sheer reflex you begin to yelp but before you make a single sound you're smothered by forceful feet shutting your mouth, then jamming a foot into your mouth causing you to gag and drool around her foot.

Thankful for the intervention you remain silent, enduring the pleasant sensation in your ass and you feel your dick straining against its cage and beginning to dribble streams of pre-cum onto your stomach. Above you, you hear Prof. Torres calmly discuss nouns and verbs, calling on the class whenever appropriate.

Underneath her desk and under her feet are you, her ****, being pushed further and further into submission, cock dribbling, gagging on her dainty feet and buttplug rubbing against your prostate with reckless abandon as you lose all track of time..