Wrecking the Homewrecker Pt. 31

"Miss Sally, may I please relief you of your slippers for your own comfort and to indulge my foot fetish. I would really appreciate it." Jason spoke with a bad lisp. Completely embarrassed over how he sounded, and even more over what he said. He was already dreading having to take off Sally's slippers, and while he still needed her permission, he knew that would quickly follow.

"Hmm good, but not perfect. It's good enough for now though so who am I to say no and deprive you of indulging your foot fetish? You have my permission sissy. Next time I want more enthusiasm though, so work on that or get punished." Sally noted while Jason could only groan. He couldn't believe Sally would punish him for a lack of enthusiasm over things he hated, but she forced him to say in the first place. It was just messed up, then again, he knew Sally could and would do just that and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Willing or not, he would have to show more enthusiasm next time.

In either case, those were worries for another time, right now he had to remove Sally's well worn slippers which he did with a delicate pinch of his thumb and index finger. He was shocked just how strong her white socked soles already smelled. Clearly the worn slippers from one side and the worn tights underneath hadn't done them any favours, then again Jason was certain that was exactly what Sally had intended.

Sliding those slippers off posed another problem though. What was he supposed to do with them? He doubted he would get away with just dropping them, to touch them as little as possible, just like he doubted throwing them to the floor to get them as far from his face as possible would be acceptable to Sally either. Instead he just neatly placed them side by side on the far edge of his desk, still way too close for his liking, leaving even less space for him to get away from Sally's feet.

With Sally's slippers off Jason reluctantly leaned forward to plant a kiss right in the middle of her slightly damp socked sole, giving a loud audible sniff while he did so, just like he had been taught to do it yesterday. He was afraid that not doing it to yesterdays specifications would mean trouble. Much to his horror Sally was also right on the cage to make the larger plug buzz right against his prostate forcing out a moan when he sniffed. He was mortified, yet fishing his lipstick and compact out of his purse Jason wasted no time to fix his plump lips before doing the same to Sally's other sole.

Each sole now carried a clear lipstick mark while his cheeks carried a deep blush. He couldn't believe he had actually done that again, but Sally wouldn't let him forget it. "Hahaha you're such a foot perv Jasmine, moaning over the scent of my sweaty feet, well perhaps if you are a good sissy and perform well during class I might just let you get off with them. In any case lets get on with the first real lesson, hand writing." Sally smirked, loving how Jason was squirming in his seat at her feet. This was so much better than she could have ever dreamt of, especially with how drastically she had changed his look. The umpteenth fixing of his glasses in that snorting dorky way just completed the picture. It clearly had become ingrained in his habits at this point.

Opening the lid of her own big desk Sally fished out a big note book with a soft pink cover decorated with multiple hot pink hearts which she handed down to her defeated looking step brother. The next thing she handed down was a soft pink pen that had a tiny penis shaped figure at the end like the eraser at the end of a pencil. Last but not least Sally set up a hard cover that had an elegant cursive alphabet printed on it, capitals and small letters. The hard cover was put on the back edge of her own desk so Jasmine had to look up at her to see it.

"Here we go Jasmine. I know you scribble horribly, I mean I for one can't read it, but that is going to change today. By the time classes are over I want you to be able to write in a nice elegant cursive like the one you see here. I understand that will require lots of practice, so let's get started on that right away shall we? On top of this nice cursive I want you to change every point you have to place with a little heart, the perfect cute touch for such a cute sissy. You can start by copying this alphabet five times." Sally ordered as Jason let out another of those horrid giggles before getting started with a deep sigh.

Folding open the notebook he couldn't help but notice how it was just as girly on the inside as the outside. The pages were made out of a soft pastel pink colour with white lines. He also hated how picking up that horrid pen, causing the miniature dick to point straight at his face. Worst of all was this horrid new way of writing, it was bound to be just as hard as ridiculous. No one wrote like that, especially not with the heart requirement, then again, he hated to admit that it suited his current style as he tried to form a capital A followed by a small one. It took a lot of concentration and even then it looked somewhat messy, hot pink ink left in the wake of his pen.

It took him ages to form each letter, right up to the J at which point his pen seemed to run out of ink. He was just about to ask Sally for another pen when she happily gave him some instructions. "Oh by the way Jasmine, that pen has enough ink to write most of that notebook of your full. It just ceases after every few words, but that is easily fixed by a quick suckle on the end." She said, grinning as she saw yet another wave of shock cross his face.

Blushing fiercely Jason gave that small miniature penis a quick suckle, looking up at Sally who was enjoying the breakfast she had brought. One he could only dream of after what and how he had been fed this morning. True to Sally's word the pen worked once more after that as he went right back to writing. A suckle was required every so often to keep it working, exactly as intended. In time with lots of practice Sally hoped Jasmine would develop an oral fixation with her writing equipment on top of the ridiculous handwriting she was made to practice.

Over the better part of half an hour Jason finished his task for Sally, covering the whole alphabet five times, constantly improving. During that time he fixed his glasses more times than he could count and often found himself sucking on that miniature cock. The only distraction there was from time to time was Sally wiggling or waving her socked toes right before his face. Finally this horror was done though, or so Jason hoped.

A hope that was quickly dashed when Sally laughed. "Alright Jasmine, that's a poor performance, but good enough for now. It should give you a basic feel for each letter. Now let's put that first practice to some good use. For your next task I want to see the sentence: I'm Jasmine, a pathetic dorky sissy with a huge foot fetish, who is so lucky to have Miss Sally and Miss Bernice since they gave me the prettiest wardrobe and allowed me to kiss and smell their delicious feet. It was the best day of my life! You'll write that a hundred times and when you are done I expect the last lines to show vast improvement." Sally grinned down.

"Now before you get started you can give my feet another kiss and slide my slippers back on. I'm not going to stay here for this, it'll take way too long and I have better things to do with my time. Don't try anything stupid though, cause I will be checking in through the cameras." Sally grinned as she just extended her feet a little further. Sighing deeply Jason gave Sally's smelly feet another kiss and sniff each, his plug vibrating intensely as he did. He was more than glad to slide those nasty slippers back on them so Sally could go leave him alone with his shame.

The slippers had barely been slipped on when Sally got up and without another word left the overly prissy room, locking the door behind her. For a moment Jason thought about trying that lock, but eventually he just picked up his pen and started on his task with a deep sigh. With the restrictions of the gloves and the fact that Sally was waiting somewhere behind that door made his chances of escape pretty much hopeless. Hell he probably couldn't even get past the door and trying would get him in trouble. Writing that inane sentences he couldn't help but cringe at every hot pink word that appeared on that horrid soft pink paper. Repeating that sentence time and time again, really thinking about it to get it right was devastating for his ego. The constant sucking on the end of his pen and snorting correction of his glasses didn't help either. This was going to take a long long time, that was certain.