Author's Note

Your music teacher, Adagio Dazzle, keeps you after class to discuss your poor performance...and propose a solution.
Character(s): Adagio Dazzle
Tags: Equestria Girls, Male x Female, Femdom, Footplay, Footjob
Derpibooru ID: 904193

Not My Tempo

*School bell ringing*

“Alright, class dismissed...you little worms.”

*Stampede of footsteps*

“Ugh...they don't pay me enough for this.”

“What? Oh...it's you.”

“Yes, I did want to talk to you. Sit.”

*Chair creaking*

“How long have you been my T.A.?”

“You heard me. How long have you been my T.A.?”

“Exactly. You've worked for me long enough to know how I operate. You know my expectations, you know my requirements...and you know what I feel about those who fail to meet my requirements...don't you?”

“Hmph...it's funny. When Celestia brought me on as this school's new music teacher, I never thought this job would be anything more than a paycheck. I never thought I would find a single student in this miserable place who truly deserved to be taught by a songstress of my caliber. I've had hundreds of thickheaded little bastards and brain-dead bimbos parade through my classroom, not one of whom possessed even a tiny fraction of my skill.”

“Imagine my surprise...when you came along. You, a pathetic little slug just like the rest, and yet...I haven't seen such raw musical talent in a human since Orpheus. Don't get me wrong; you're still lifetimes away from my level, but...you were enough to make me curious. I wondered if, maybe, with the proper guidance, you might one day be halfway good enough to be one of my backup performers. That's why I made you my T.A. That's why I've been giving you private lessons. I thought that you had potential. I thought that you might be different from all of the others. It seems I was a fool to get my hopes up.”

“Ever since I brought you on, you've been slipping; you've been losing focus. With every private session, you seem to be doing worse, not better. It's gotten to the point where you barely outshine the rest of the class. If you had been like this when you first walked into this room, I wouldn't have given you a second glance.”

“I don't tolerate weakness. I don't tolerate failure; you know that. I'm not going to waste any more of my time on a tone-deaf idiot like you. From now on, our private sessions are over, and you will no longer be my T.A.”

“What? 'No'? You think I'm wrong? You think you deserve to remain by my side? Don't make me laugh. I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago. You're not getting any better, and I'm not going to waste any more of my time waiting for that to happen.”

“Unless...there's something else going on. Unless...there's some reason why you've been slipping, some reason why you've been getting sloppier with every day we spend together. If that were the case, well...that would be a different story. Of course, I won't know...unless you tell me. Tell me...what is making you so distracted?”

“You can't tell me? Fufufu. Little boy, I'm playing with you. I know what's been distracting you. I've been around a very long time; I know perfectly well when a guy is eyeing me up. Besides, you've never been very sneaky with your glances. You spend so much time trying to get a peek down my shirt, or up my skirt, that you can barely hold a tune. You're wasting so much mental energy thinking about me, that you can't think about anything else. Well, if you want to look at me so badly...then let me give you an eyeful.”

*Desk creaking*

“Well...go ahead. Look to your heart's content. Get it all out of your system.”

“Fufufu. You should see the look on your face. What, your math teacher doesn't pose for you on her desk? I doubt you look at that old hag the same way you're looking at me right now, anyway. After all, she doesn't have these big, juicy breasts, or this perfect hourglass figure, or these long, slender legs. I guess I shouldn't be surprised you've been so distracted. I suppose it was a bit unfair of me to expect a horny little boy like you to keep your eyes off of all of this.”

“So tell me, what is it about me that you find so irresistible? What sick little thoughts swim through your puny mind when you look at me? What unspeakable fantasies do you take home with you to keep yourself company when you're alone in bed? You want to see me on my knees in front of you, putting these soft, plump lips to work on your aching flesh? You want to pin me down on my back and slide yourself between my pillowy tits? You want to force my legs apart and see what I've got hidden between them? No...no, you're not looking at my lips, are you? You're not looking at my breasts either. You're looking down...down at my...”

“Oh...oh ho ho ho! Why...you little pervert. You sick little pervert. You're looking at my feet, aren't you? By the Sirenmother, you humans really are pathetic. Out of everything I've got going on, it's my feet that you want to look at the most? I know these cherry-red fuck-me heels draw a lot of attention, but...I didn't think they would draw that much attention.”

“Well, now that we've identified the root of the problem, we can start to fix it. You want to look at my feet so badly, want to touch them, play with them maybe? Well, I want my star student to start living up to my standards again. I propose...an exchange. I'll take pity on your perverted little ass and keep you on as my T.A., and I'll even continue our private lessons. Of course, I'd better see some immediate improvement from you. If you take one more step backwards, you slip up one more time, then we're done, got it?”

“Of course, if you do manage to improve...if you manage to claw your way back to where you were when we first started...I'll be quite pleased...so pleased, in fact, that I might even decide to reward you. You give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want...and more. What do you say? Interested? Say yes right now and...I'll even give you a little preview of what you've got coming to you as...motivation for our next session. How about it?”

“Fufufu...I'll take that as a 'yes'.”

“Now, why don't I give you a better look at these feet you're so obsessed with. There we go. Don't my shiny red heels look so pretty sitting there on your knees? You must think so; you're staring at them like a hungry puppy. Do you like them? Do you love them? Fufufu...I bet you do...you little pervert. Well, if you love them so much...why don't you give them each a big, wet kiss?”

“No! Don't touch them, worm, not with your hands! You have a long way to go before you'll be worthy of handling them. Keep your hands at your sides or we're done here, got it?”

“Good boy. Now, just lean your head down, nice and easy...yes, just like that. Give both of them a great big kiss to show them how much you love them. Yes...good boy. Did you like that? Did you like kissing my slutty red heels, you little pervert?”

“'Yes' what? Say 'yes, Ms. Dazzle'.”

“Good boy. I think you've earned a little bit more. As much as I'd enjoy watching you worship my shoes all day...and as much as you'd enjoy it...I bet you'd rather see what I've got inside of them, wouldn't you? Just a moment.”

*Clunk*

*Clunk*

“Aaahhh...much better. I just love the feel of the cool air on my soft, sweaty toes after a long day of work. Oh? You like that? You like watching me wriggle my little toes in front of your face? Wait...is that...is that a bulge I see between your legs? Are you getting hard just from seeing my feet? You're such a little pervert...but you're not wrong. My feet are perfection, just like every other part of me; I can't exactly fault you for recognizing that.”

“You're lucky, you know, having the chance to gaze upon the feet of a goddess like me. You'd better enjoy this, because you'll never find a more perfect pair than this, not if you lived a hundred lifetimes. Silken soles with high arches, smooth heels, long, sexy toes, each one painted just like my fingers. And the icing on the cake: each one wrapped in the sheerest, silkiest stockings money can buy. A teacher's salary isn't much, but...I do allow myself a few luxuries, something I'm sure you'll appreciate.”

“Yes...watch them wriggle...watch them squirm...watch them flex. Do you like that? What about this? Do you love the feel of my warmth...my softness...on your little cheeks? Fufufu...your expression is just precious. Oh? Are you trying to smell them? You little pervert. My toes have been trapped in my heels all day long, but here you are, sniffing them like they're roses. Do you want more? Do you want me to press these soft, sweaty feet against your adorable little face? Let me hear you say it. Let me hear you say 'yes please, Ms. Dazzle'.”

“Good boy.”

“How does that feel? How does it feel having my feet smooshed against your face like this...touching you...caressing you? My, aren't you eager. Go ahead; worship them. Kiss them, nuzzle them, lick them all over. Take a deep breath; take my scent deep into your lungs. Savor it. Savor all of it. And remember...if you be a good little performer for me...I'll let you worship these feet again...when I feel like it.”

“Hmmm...you're loving this, aren't you? I can tell. Your little moans are music to my ears, and those adorable little faces you're making are just scrumptious. And that little bulge you've got there...it's getting bigger by the second.”

“I really ought to stop here. I ought to just send you home like this as punishment for your sloppy behavior. You'd just have to go home and finish on your own, all while fantasizing about my perfect feet on your face.”

“Lucky for you, I'm feeling rather merciful today. Besides, you've cheated me of your beautiful tones for so long, so now you're going to pay me back. I'm going to make you moan, I'm going to make you squeal, and I'm going to make you scream. You're going to fill this classroom with the sound of your sweet little voice; that will be your apology to me.”

“Now, why don't we let your little friend down there join in on the fun? What? Never had a girl undo your pants with just her feet before? I'm not surprised. It's a bit tricky, especially with these stockings, but...I've had a lot of practice. There's the button...now the zipper...there. Now, let's fish you out of there and...”

“Oh. Oh, wow...you...fufufu. Now it all makes sense. It's no wonder you're always so brain-dead. I can only imagine how much blood it takes to pump up this absolute beast of a cock you've got here. If I'd known you had this hidden away down there...we would have been doing this a long time ago. No matter. We'll just have to make up for lost time, won't we?”

“I can see you twitching. You must really want to feel me down there, don't you? And yet...your little face looks so empty without my feet on it. Hmm...how about this? I'll give you one foot on your face, and the other...down below.”

“Oh! Singing for me already? My toes are hardly touching this throbbing shaft of yours. Let's see how loud you are once I start moving.”

“Yes...yes, just like that. Let me hear your voice while I stroke you. Just close your eyes and savor the feel of my foot on your cock. Up and down, up and down. Slow and steady. A proper tempo...remember it. Oh, but don't forget about about my other foot now. I want to feel you worshiping it while you moan. Yes, just like that. Just keep kissing it. Just keep licking my little toes. Mmm...good boy. Let's speed things up bit now.”

“Oh, you really like that. Now you see what a difference a good, steady rhythm makes...especially once I get my whole foot on you. There...now I can stroke every inch of this fat fuckpole at once. You like that, you little pervert? You like feeling my silken sole gliding up and down your cock? You like feeling my pretty little toes teasing your head? No need to answer; I can see you leaking. I can't wait to see how much you've got in there for me.”

“Let's speed it up a little more; I want to see how much you can take. Oh, now you're really moaning! How precious. I know it's a little hard with my toes in your mouth, but don't be silent. I want to hear those delicious notes of yours. Yes...yes...good boy. Just like that. If you're as dedicated to your music as you are to licking my feet, you'll go far in the music world.”

“You're hips are bucking. Are you getting close? Trying to help yourself along? Well, stop it. Keep your butt in the chair next to your hands. I decide when you finish, you little pervert. But...I won't keep you waiting for much longer. Just keep kissing, just keep sucking...and I'll up the tempo one more time.”

“There. You won't last long at this speed. Just a few more moments, I bet. I'll count you down, and when I'm done...then, and only then, do you have my permission to cum. But remember, I want to hear you when you reach your climax. I want to hear your little crescendo fill up the room. Hell, I want that bitch Celestia to hear you across the building. Are you ready? Are you ready, my little songbird? Then let's begin.”

“Ten”

“Nine”

“Eight”

“Keep licking.”

“Seven”

“Six”

“Five”

“Keep sucking.”

“Four”

“Three”

“Two”

“One...”

“Now! Now, you little pervert! Cum for me! Scream for me! Scream my name as you blow your hot, sticky load all over my foot! Yes, yes!”

“Oh...oh, well done, my little songbird. Very well done. Not even my sisters cum that loudly. And my foot...you drenched me! I'm going to be smelling your seed on my toes for a week! Not that I'm complaining. I haven't smelled such a thick, manly musk in a long time. And the taste...let me see...”

“Mmmm...oh...oh, yes. Delicious. Absolutely delicious. I'm...I'm going to need a while to finish licking your spunk out from between my toes. You can go now. Zip up your pants, give my foot one last kiss goodbye, then you can head on home. Aww, don't be too disappointed. You did well today, and if you do well at our session tomorrow then...we can have a little encore performance afterwards. You'd better be ready for a real workout though. This is just the beginning.”