I used to be a child of a poor family. I grew up in poverty and a lot of my  fellow towns people go to rich families to be servants. In order to get rid of this life, I studied hard and finally got admitted to a famous private high school in Mumbai, leaving that poor place and coming to this prosperous metropolis.  

Mumbai is very too busy and too indifferent for me and I'm blinded everywhere. So I seldom go out and study in my apartment every day. My classmates don't care about me at first, and they gradually turn to hate me and bully me, which makes me feel more and more inferior. 

The only thing that comforts me is that my grades are good, except for the computer class. I don't understand this kind of modern thing at all. Other students are busy doing this and that on the class, but I can only look around and don't know how to start.

In the class, I often turn my attention to our teacher Miss Kareena  without paying attention.  Miss Kareena  is a beautiful woman in her twenties. She is studying in a very famous university and working here after class.  She is not only beautiful, but also a devil figure.  For me, a child who grew up in a poor place, she was astonished. I never dare to look at her, always secretly look at her back, her walking posture is so charming, so noble. Every time in class, when she passed me, I pretended to look at the computer, and looked down at her legs. Her legs are long, straight, and her feet are slender. Every time I see them, I have an inexplicable impulse. I don't know when, I pay special attention to women's feet. I think that's the most beautiful place on women. 

Our school is not allowed to wear shoes in the computer room, so every time I can see Miss Kareena 's feet wrapped in transparent stockings, the hazy beauty makes me almost unable to control myself. It's the same in this day's computer class. I pretended to look at the computer while I peeked at Miss Kareena 's feet. When I was in a state of mind, suddenly Miss Kareena 's feet stopped in front of me. 

"What are you doing!?" The voice came coldly. 

I was shocked. Looking up, I found my Miss Kareena  standing in front of me with wide eyes. I was so scared and  speechless that I didn't know what to do. 

"I am talking to you!" stand up!  Miss Kareena  said angrily. 

Her voice was even colder, and I trembled with fright. I stood up, with my head lowered. 

What are you doing! Miss Kareena  asked again. I can't say a word. When Miss Kareena  saw that I didn't answer her words, she felt very frustrated in front of the whole class.  She dropped a word: "stay after class " and left. I was already very scared. Usually in front of her, I feel inferiority when I see her haughty look. This inferiority makes me have a fear of her from the bottom of my heart, and it's something I never dare to think of to make her angry. At this time, I don't know how to make up for the annoyed her. After class, the students left one after another, leaving me in the classroom. Miss Kareena sat behind the computer desk in front of me, ignoring me. I walked slowly, stood beside her, lowered my head, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Miss Kareena !"

Miss Kareena  didn't pay attention to me and continued to play with her computer.  "I'm sorry, Miss Kareena !"  I apologize again, but she still didn't pay attention to me. When I spoke the third time, she said casually: you have a very arrogant attitude! 

I don't know what to say at the moment, she said again: you are going to quit school, I will tell the principal that you despise your elders. I know she has this ability. The principal believes in her rather than me, a poor student. Quitting school means that my life is over. I don't want to stay in my poor hometown for a lifetime. I can't help being nervous: Miss Kareena , I didn't mean to offend you! Please forgive me for a moment! I began to beg her. 

She didn't move. She continued to do her own thing. Miss Kareena ,

" I beg you, forgive me, I can do anything for you!" I almost cried, and finally couldn't help, slowly kneeling down. She was surprised at first as she didn't expect me to kneel down, but she soon calmed down. As soon as the chair turned, she faced me and looked down at me. At this time, my  disordered  brain is like a short circuit.  I'm still begging her again and again in my mouth. She listens to me begging her and seems to think about smothing. After a while, She asks me, "you do not want to be expelled"? The voice is still cold, but there is more excitement. 

I quickly said: Yes. Yes, please forgive me and let me do anything!

Really? She asked. I quickly promised! OK. 

"Then I'll test you". She said with a smile. I couldn't believe that she was smiling at me. For a while, I felt willing to die for her.  I knew that her smile had forgiven me. I couldn't help but lie down and try to kiss her feet.

Her feet flashed me. For the first time, I saw her feet at such a close distance, delicate toes in flesh colored stockings. Although there was no color on her toenails, there was a noble and elegant style, and I was at a loss. 

At this time,  Miss Kareena  slowly raised one foot, my heart followed a tremor, watching the foot slowly falling down again, falling on my head, I didn't resist or dodge, didn't want to resist, even dare not resist. Everything is so logical. Make my mat, said Miss Kareena. 

Miss Kareena  stepped her foot on my head, which was trampled all the way to the ground. Her foot touching my face crushed my only remaining man's self-esteem was in an instant. My mood calmed down in this instant, as if I had suddenly found myself. 

Miss Kareena  saw that I didn't resist, and seemed very satisfied. She raised the other foot and put the two legs on the stand, so that all the weight of her legs was put on the foot that stepped on me. My face was firmly stepped on the ground, unable to move. Miss Kareena ignored me. She leaned comfortably in the leather chair, opened the powder box and began to make up carefully. 

After more than half an hour, half of my face was numb I was even a little angry with myself: I couldn't bear to pad Miss Kareena 's feet for a while. I was useless. Fortunately,  Miss Kareena  didn't blame me. She finished makeup and looked down at me, disdainfully said: how do you feel, are you tired? 

"I'm not tired. It's my honor to be a mat for my mistress."  I replied in a hurry. After that, I was surprised: how could I say that. Really?

"How about making you my footrest forever? "I can't say no to what Miss Kareena  said. I don't want to say no either. In fact, in my heart, I think it's right to give her a cushion and serve her. I am willing to serve you forever! I'll just say what I want. Miss Kareena  is obviously satisfied with my words. In this way, from today on, you will be my servant, my slave. Never go against me, you know?  Miss Kareena sked sternly, and the voice was the master's way of speaking to the servant. I promised in fear: Yes. "Get up! Kowtow to me and say you are my servant."

My mistress raised her feet and let me go. I recoiled from her feet, knelt in front of her again, and said respectfully: I am the servant of Miss Kareena  from today on. I will never disobey the orders of my mistress. Then I kowtow. 

Miss Kareena  raised my chin with her feet. She looked at me and said, "when you are in school , you call me miss Kareena，and when no one is around, you call me mistress, OK?"!? 

Yes, I replied. Then I kowtowed to miss Kareena  again and said, "I hope my mistress can give me a chance to stay with you and serve you forever.".As long as you are happy, you can beat me and scold me every day. I am willing to accept it. I can't control myself now, I said excitedly. Until then, I found out that I was so willing to be a woman's slave. I would never find my true self until I was trampled on by a woman forever.  after listening to my loyalty, Miss Kareena  said : OK, my foot slave, stop talking, come and rub my feet, my feet are sore.

She raised her feet slightly, I understood, and turned over, from a kneeling position to a lying position, lying on her back where she stepped on her feet, leaving her foot on me. I gently picked up one of her feet and rubbed it up. She closed her eyes and enjoyed my service. I knead intently, for fear that I would make her unhappy again. Miss Kareena  seems to be very satisfied with my feet rubbing technique. Gradually she gets excited. The other foot keeps rubbing on my face, as if my face is a foot massager. She keeps stepping on, pressing and rubbing hard, my face is being trampled mercilessly by her.  I felt like my face was worn, gradually lost consciousness, and my head rolled back and forth under her feet. 

I don't know how long it takes, her stockings are full of sweat. She put her feet on my chest, smile and say to me: you are really a good massager, especially your face, which is very comfortable to step on.  I feel like stepping on a football. 

I had been trodden into a daze. But after hearing this, I seemed to recover my spirit. . I was moved to cry. I sobbed and said, "thank you, master. Only the queen doesn't dislike it. I rub your feet every day." Miss Kareena  smiled, smoothing the sweat on her stockings onto my face, and the smell of perfume on her feet made me feel dizzy. I can't help but say: please,  let me lick the sweat off your feet for you, OK? 

Lick my feet! Do you deserve it? My mistress smiled contemptuously at me. Your mouth is so dirty that it will stain my feet! Did the slave dare to ask the master for something? She stomped angrily on my stomach. I can't help screaming. No screaming! Miss Kareena  angrily stamped her foot on my stomach again. I dare not cry and cry for mercy again. But miss Kareena  was more excited when she saw my painful expression. Her feet kept kicking my body in turn. After stepping on one foot, she stop and smile to appreciate my painful expression. After my painful feeling passes, she steps on another foot. 

This remains for a long time, until  my mistress  is  tired. I don't want to scream anymore, because I know  my mistress  is not happy with my screaming. By this time, her cruelty has made me completely submit to her abuse. I think I was born to be abused by her. She is my mistress.  My only value is to be enslaved by her and make her happy. Everything I have belongs to her, including my life and death. At this time, she stepped on me for fun, I should be happy to bear it. 

The queen was just tired, and then she looked down and said to me: do you understand? Slaves have no rights. I respectfully replied: Yes, foot slave is really damned. I really did something wrong.

Suddenly, there was a ring. It was time to leave school. I just know that it has been more than two hours since I knelt down. School is over. "From today on, you are going to move out of your apartment. I will arrange accommodation for you. "Said  the queen . 

"Thank you, my mistress" I replied.

Okay. Get my shoes and follow me back! Miss Kareena said and kicked me away. I got up, trotted to the shoe cabinet, took out Miss Kareena 's dark and shiny high-heeled shoes, held them in both hands, and went back to miss Kareena 's side to kneel. Miss Kareena  is packing her bag. She says, "put it on for me!"! I fell down, one hand gently lifted Miss Kareena 's foot, the other hand picked up her shoes and put them on her feet. Then there's the second one. After wearing it for Miss Kareena , I just wanted to take back my hand. 

Suddenly, it hurt and miss Kareena  firmly stepped on it. She had just stood up, apparently stepping on my hand before she found that my hand had been confiscated at her feet. But she didn't mean to take back her feet. She slowly tidied up her clothes, ignoring that I had curled up at her feet in pain and groaned silently. Miss Kareena  looked down at her shoes, as if she was not satisfied with the tiny dust on them. 

"Licking!" Order from Miss Kareena . I immediately carefully began to lick her high-heeled shoes and peeked at her for a while, she stood as proud as the queen and ignored my existence. I didn't dare to look at her again and I have no choice but continuing to lick her shoes. Until Miss Kareena  felt that she was almost satisfied with the licking, she asked me to stop.

"Follow me, foot slave!" Then she took her foot away from my hand, and my hand had broken the skin and shed blood. I got up and walked out after Miss Kareena .