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Cordelia's Feet 9 - The Queen Bee's Deceit

When you’ve had too little sleep, the world around you seems to be moving at a different speed from you, and everything seems distant and hidden behind a vibrant haze. It is worse when you have spent hour after endless hour at the edge of the most intense climax only to be denied. Reality barely gets through that haze to you and focusing becomes almost inhumanly difficult. Strangely, though, other things suddenly appear with a clarity that you could never have reached otherwise. This Tuesday was such a day. I had spent the night kneeling in front of Natalie’s couch, worshipping my beloved’s feet and her lover’s while they had made passionate love into the wee hours. I had painted moist, devoted prayers onto their toes with my tongue and lips while bitter tears of unfulfilled need streamed down my cheeks and my juices coated my thighs like gallons of sticky honey. After Cordelia had brought me home, I had spent an hour frozen on a chair in the kitchen while I struggled to suppress the worst of that inferno of need between my legs. I had just been left with enough time to get out of the embarrassing kitten outfit, shower and put on something decent for work, then I had to be on my way to school. The drive there had been torture with the night’s impressions resonating in my mind and no possibility to quench that burning need in my hyper-sensitive pussy. I was early - which was by no means unpleasant, because I could avoid a lot of eyes this way - and my students wouldn’t arrive ...

... for another half hour. I forewent the usual visit to the staff room and headed directly to my class, my steps resonating loud and dry from the walls, a rhythmic staccato broken by tiny, insecure almost-stumbles. A strange melancholy suddenly gripped me and made my step falter, and then that profound clarity suddenly set in. I knew now, without doubt, that the course of destruction I had set off on would soon reach its culmination, and that my days as a teacher here were numbered. I stumbled into the classroom and collapsed on my chair. I didn’t really have any options, nor did I have a fallback plan. My breathing sped up and I felt dizzy. That was when I spotted the blank, big, heavy envelope on my desk. I reached out with trembling hands and picked it up. As soon as it got close, I recognized the scent streaming from it, knew that the sweet perfume meant that it came from her, from my goddess and downfall. My hands shook as I wiggled a finger under the flap and ripped it open. My heart wanted to explode from my chest. I had to put the thick, glossy sheets inside it onto the desk to be able to recognize what I saw, but once I did, I froze. These were photographs of me acting in the most lewd fashion imaginable. Some showed me at that evening in the theater, blindfolded, sucking Cordelia’s toes with abandon, then being speared by Nathalie’s giant rubber cock and moaning in passion. They showed me kneeling in front of Cordelia who had turned my gusset inside out and presented ...