Miss Lang 2 min read

When I was a freshmen in high school I had an english teacher who was in her early twenties, she was about 5’5″ blond hair and a real knockout. I remember she almost always wore heels of different heights but mostly 3 1/2 inch ones.

I used to sit next to a small cabinet that was in front of the windows, back then we had desk’s that were attached to the ones in front of you. I remember thinking about how nice it would be to lay down and have Miss Lang walk all over me, sometimes she would catch me daydreaming and ask me what was on my mind that was so important. I would become embarrassed and say nothing.

I would always stare at her feet and I think after awhile she noticed this, because her favorite thing to do would be to sit on the cabinet next to me and place her feet on the edge of my seat while she taught class. After awhile I got up enough nerve to hold onto the edge of my seat in hopes she would placed her foot on my fingers. It took about three tries before she finally place her foot on my hand, I’m not sure to this day if she did it by accident the first time or she wanted to, but from then on whenever she would sit there she would place her foot on my fingers and grind her foot back and forth while pressing down on my fingers. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed class after that. There were a few more incidents that happened that I will tell about if anyone is interested.

After Miss Lang learned about my trample fetish she found every excuse to sink her heels into me. One day I stayed after school to help her replace the borrowed books from our small library. A few of them were on the top shelves which I could reach with no problem, but Miss lang chose to put these away. She needed a stepstool and I was it. She made a game out of it, I would be her elevator, I would lay down and she would step onto my back and I would raise her up until she said stop. When she was finished I lowered her down until I was flat on the ground. She stood there a few minutes and then walked off of me stepping on my outstretched hand with her heel. I yelled out in pain thinking she broke every bone in my hand. Miss Lang turned looked down at me with a smile and said “oh sorry about that” and then casually walked out of the room.