PSYCHDOMME
(Published on Friday, December 27, 2002)
This story was submitted by S.L. at feet4evernever@yahoo.com.

The cravings got stronger and stronger and I couldn’t take it anymore! I knew I had a problem and I had to get help. Feet were on my mind 24/7, it was not just a fetish, it was an obsession, a passion beyond my control. What is it about a woman’s foot that got me all hot and bothered? The shape, the power of the foot over the man, or the smell, the aroma of a hot sweaty foot of a goddess? In any event, I needed help immediately or I was going to go nuts!

It didn't take me long to find the Yellow Pages and to start searching. The search was an arduous one at best, after all how do you begin looking for someone to divulge such a secret to? The secret that although I am a normal human being, a seemingly normal male, I have an unquenchable thirst for female feet. The ad stared me in the face and although my gut feeling told me not to bother I nevertheless couldn't help but be pulled to it. It read simply: "Donna- The ONLY Psychologist you'll ever need...licensed, variety of problems, sexual issues." Hmmm, I wondered, "sexual Issues", is that what I have? I called the number, a secretary answered- a man, how strange- and I was set for the following Friday afternoon. What a relief, I figured,  just after work and before a long Weekend...perfect.

How do you dress for such an important meeting? A woman is going to sit there, with her legs crossed and listen to you yapping about your fetish for feet! Will she laugh? Wouldn't she think to herself "boy I hope he doesn't have a fetish for my feet!"
I had to stop thinking like that, after all she is a trained professional. I decided to look sophisticated, this way at least I wouldn't look like some freaky bum. Nice dress pants, shirt and tie, nice pair of shiny black shoes and my finest cologne...damn, how could the ladies resist me, I'll probably have to shake this "doctor" off me with a stick, a big stick, right from my pants, ha!

Interesting location for a "doctor's" office I thought. No visible sign, some small building off a secondary road, and the strangest of all things; a fetish boutique on the first floor. Hmmm, what the hell is going on? What am I getting myself into? I went upstairs, hesitantly and opened the door, and there was the man secretary answering phones. I sat down and waited, and waited and waited... until after about 35 minutes I was called into the "doctor's" office. I couldn't believe my eyes, this doctor was nothing that I expected. A stunning brunette about 5 foot 8 wearing a tight black skirt that hung just above her knees, black lacy stockings on finely sculpt legs and a pair of nice black 9 inch pumps. Stunned to say the least I decided to sit in that famously shaped sofa those doctors have and relax. She was soft-spoken but it seemed she knew where she wanted this session to go...and it was not going to go my way.

"I'm donna...you have some fetish you would like to discuss with me today is that correct?"

"Well, uh, yeah, I guess..."

"You guess? sir, you are not here spending all this good money for nothing are you? Now, tell me why this fetish is troubling you so much?"

"Man, you sure are quick and to the point aren't you? I mean, I just didn't expect to go right into it that's all. I thought perhaps we would be starting with..."

"...With your childhood? Is that what you want to talk about? Fine, go ahead and tell me when you started thinking about feet and how you wanted to SMELL and LICK them!"

"What! But, but, I didn't tell you about my fetish yet... I mean yes it is about feet, but...how...?"

"Sir, ever since you entered my office you have been trying unsuccessfully to not stare down towards my feet. I bet the fact I have been wearing these pumps for a week now in this hot and humid weather is not helping is it?"

"Uhh...well...."

"Now tell me, how do you think I would be able to help someone like you? Although I have seen and treated many "strange" behaviors over the years, yours is something quite special. You see, it's not just the look of a female foot, it's the smell too isn't it? You crave the odor of the foot, of wet stockings drenched in sweat, the humid shoes after a long walk in the heat, that particular aroma of a sweaty foot with leather and lotion all together. Am I correct?"

Dear lord, I was so hard I would have done anything for her. I would have gotten on the floor and begged like a dog just to catch a glimpse of her feet...to catch even a small whiff of those pumps she's been wearing in the Florida heat for a week. The bulge in my elegant pants was not so elegant and now I started cursing myself for not wearing jeans. What a fool! She must think I'm pathetic and tonight over dinner with her husband or friends I am sure this story will bring more than just a chuckle to the table!

"Hello, anybody home? Sir, did I say something to distract you?"

"Hmm? No, no, not at all, uh, I was just thinking of what you said and you were completely wrong! I'm sorry, I bet you don't get that often, but I think you're way off and perhaps I should go, I don't know if you could help me."

"I see...well if that's how you feel sir, you should definitely leave, in fact I won't even charge you for this visit. However, I was just about to tell you how I could cure your "illness". But since I was way off I guess it's not important. Take care and have a pleasant weekend."

"Wait a minute...uh...supposed I did have that problem, how exactly would you cure it, I mean, I just want to see how good you are that's all."

"I'm afraid that would cost you and it's a three step process. I won't just explain the steps, you actually have to go through them and learn from each one as you go along. If you are interested in taking this little experiment then you are free to do so, but since it won't cure "your" problem what is the point?"

"Money's no object Donna, lets begin my "treatment" and see what you're capable of."

"It's DOCTOR to you, and next time you call me by my first name I am going to have to whip you...!"

"Uhh...wha-"

"- I am kidding of course...are you ready to begin the process or not?"

"Yeah sure, uh, doctor."

She got up and went over to her desk and opened what seemed like a big drawer. What the hell was she doing? She just humiliated me and treated me like I was a buffoon and now she is going to hand me what looks like magazines! Magazines!? What is wrong with this woman? Is this for real, am I on candid camera or something?

"I am handing you 10 foot fetish magazines here. Some are with white feet, some black feet, Latina feet, and various other foot subjects...lots of hot stories in them as well-"

"- but -"

"- Do you want to be treated or not!? Don't talk, just listen and do as I say! You are to look these magazines over and over, and read those stories...that is your prescription. However, you are not to masturbate, I repeat, NOT to masturbate until you see me next time, 7 days from now, do I make myself CLEAR?"

Yeah right, I'm supposed to look at those things and do nothing? I would have to be made of stone. No way I could resist for a whole week while having these psirens on my table singing in my ear, their chants so overpowering, putting my hormones in high gear. One thing is certain, within a minute of gazing at even one magazine I will drop my pants, take mister happy out and get the job done! Anyway, how is she going to...

"...And to make sure you comply, you will wear this special rubber sleeve over your penis, it goes on and locks into place and can only be removed with this key. You can still go to the bathroom but obviously it will be almost impossible for you to get hard and to touch yourself. Now, drop your pants and let me put it on."

"Wait a minute, I don't think we should be doing this, I mean it's not appropriate or something, and, uh-"

"- yes, I know, you're quite hard right now and you'll just die if I see it. Well that's too bad. Now, it can't be helped, it must be done, so down with your trousers and out with your bum!"

And that was it, I couldn't say no. In fact, I didn't want to say no, I was so terrified of her, and yet I was mesmerized, completely aroused by her abuse. What the hell was wrong with me, dear lord! I went to her to get help and this is what's happening to me; I'm having strange desires about my psychologist...if she really is one, she seems more of a PRO-DOMINA than anything else. Well I must be going peculiar, she will help me, she will cure me, I'm sure she knows what she's doing. I know, it probably has something to do with humiliation... there, my pants are down, and my erection is in plain view, look at me, look at me, I'm showing my weenie to my doctor and loving it...damn it, I didn't expect this at all.

"My oh my...what have we got here! Well, I don't know if I could put this on you right now, it's not made for that size...we have to get that thing down, and right now! Maybe if I squeeze your balls real hard like this ( ouch!!!), it would go down...Comon now, get that thing down, lets go mister, you have to do what I say if you want to get better...that's more like it...now hold it like so and...There that wasn't so bad was it? Don't even try to get it off, it will hurt like hell and you won't accomplish anything. Now go away and I will see you in a week, ciao."

"Do you have a bag or something for these magazines, I mean, I'm not just going to-"

"- I have another appointment now, please get out before I have you thrown out, do I make myself clear?!"

She didn't have to be so rude. Well, I guess I had to go. I hope nobody sees me with this package in my hands, what will they think...OH NO! And I have to walk past a school to get to the car! I better hurry, damn it what a day!

When I got home I could only do one thing; I had to try and get that damn thing off my dick and open those mags up pronto! I was so horny I didn't know what to try first- pliers, wrench, screwdriver, what!? Damn it to hell AHH! The thing is so freakin tight.

Here I am a grown man on the verge of tears because I can't get a black leather sleeve with a lock off my cock that was put there by my psychologist, and I really really want to look at those mags and wank till I explode all over the pages, only that I can't, cause she won't let me!!! I bet she's having quite a laugh knowing how I'm struggling to get out of this mess. She's probably rubbing herself under the sheets right now, thinking of the stress my cock is going through, wanting to get hard but can't; knowing she put me in this position and I let her; knowing that right now my balls are so hard that bullets would bounce off; realizing that she made me rock solid just with some words and that I couldn't help but stare at those black pumps she was wearing and thinking to myself how nice and sweaty they must be, the fabric within brimming with her foot stench!!!

But enough of this. I must calm down, I just must, I cannot control these feelings inside me, or should I say inside my blue balls. I decided to put these magazines aside and go about my business, my long weekend. I can do this, just put everything out of my mind. But first I had to go to the bathroom...damn it, this thing is there, how am I supposed to put everything out of my mind if I can't even go take a piss without looking at some black leather thingy around my penis, goddamn!

Sufficing to say that my plan didn't work as I'd hoped. I spent the entire weekend in my living room flipping through the pages of those erotic magazines, dreaming, fantasizing and wishing it was me in those pictures and stories, sniffing, licking, kissing, worshipping the women's feet. Feet all over my face, my body and my cock. and despite everything, I couldn't jerk off. In fact I spent the entire weekend in complete agony since my dick wanted to get hard, and every time it tried it hurt, that black leather sleeve seemed to just get tighter and tighter and I seriously thought I would pass out.

It wasn't any better at work. I have spent the last few days fantasizing about feet, and wanting desperately to jack off and spurt all over myself but I couldn't. My balls couldn't take much more of this and I knew that the first chance I got, I would take my dick in my hands and whack myself silly. My work was sloppy, my boss was not happy with me and my colleagues thought I lost it but i didn't care, I could only see feet and high heels on my desk, on my worksheets, on my computer screen, stilletos and stockings, I was going dillusional and I had no choice. I even attempted calling Donna, and the secretary- that male fuck- wouldn't let me talk to her, told me some bullshit story about sticking with the program! Nobody could help me, and I knew I was about to break.

To my relief, or so I thought, Friday came around and I was dying with anticipation to see Donna. I would take her abuse like a good little boy, anything to feel better, to relieve my tension. As I entered the office, that little man whore was smirking at me. I bet she told him all about me and my pathetic little life. I bet she fucks him and makes him eat her cum, the sick piece of mother fucking shit! God damn! Stop it! I had to get control!

I waited for what seemed like days and finally the secretary got up and opened the door, beckoning me to her majesty's office. My legs were shaking, my balls wanted to erupt and I was sweating like never before. This time there was no bullshitting, I knew that much. I was going to get to the bottom of this, this was inhuman, it was torture and I wouldn't stand for-

"Welcome back. I trust you are ready to go the next step in your treatment. This would be a little harder mind you and please do not attempt to call me AGAIN. Do I make myself CLEAR!?"

"Uhh...uh...I...I don't think th-"

"-You are going to do as I say, and that's the end of it. Now sit down on the couch and shut up!...Good, now we can begin. I bet your balls are aching and I’m going to make them ache some more. I have something special for you here I think you will like it.

Please no more magazines, anything but that, oh no! Not videos I hope, I won't be able to take it, I’d rather die, I would rather fuckin die!

"Remember how I told you about wearing the same pumps all week. Well, I was also wearing the same stockings, and as you could imagine, they are both quite stinky I assure you. I am going to give you my black pumps and stockings, as wet and smelly as they are and you are going to take very good care of them aren't you?"

"Oh God...I..."

"...The sleeve will stay on of course. I don't care if you have to cut your balls off, you will not jerk yourself off or touch yourself in any way. Do with these items as you may, but do not ruin them. Now, I will see you again next-"

"-Wait a minute, please, I- I don't think I can-"

"-Zip it! I don't care. And never interrupt me again. You are quite a troublemaker and I have had just about enough of you! Open your mouth right now!"

I opened my mouth, but not because she told me, but because I was so surprised and shocked, for her to talk to me in this manner, what gives! I am her patient, don't I deserve better treatment than-

 "Here, those stockings fit very nicely in your mouth don't they? Don’t you dare spit them out! How do they taste? Are they SALTY enough for you? Can you feel the sweat and stickiness in your mouth? Well now, that should teach you a little lesson. You are to keep these in your mouth until you get home, oh, and when you take them out, swallow the lint! I know you will anyway, I don't have to tell you right? Now take the pumps and I will see you next week, take care."

 I was beyond words, humiliated. I got up and walked out the door. Walking to the car I looked around me to see if someone is watching me, wondering why I seem to have something in my mouth. I entered the car and paused. Should I take the stockings out of my mouth? I decided to obey her and wait until I got home. I don't know why but I didn't want to disappoint her. The taste in my mouth was getting quite strong and the saliva had built up quite a lot. I had no choice and swallowed my saliva mixed with lint and the saltiness of her sweat. It almost made me choke but I liked it. I wanted to cum so badly, I wanted to spray her feet with cum , lick it off and swallow, I wanted to be hers, and in a way, I already was.

During the drive I nearly got killed. I counted nine accidents that I narrowly averted and five red lights that I ran right through. I kept on swallowing my salty saliva, enjoying every drop, realizing that I’ve got donna's foot sweat in my stomach, that it would get digested and run through my blood.

Another week to go. I got home and decided not to take her stockings out of my mouth. I was going to enjoy every second. I enjoyed her flavor and cherished it. I took one of her shoes and brought it to my nose. The aroma was overwhelming. It was drenched in her foot perspiration. I took long whiffs and inhaled as deeply as I could. The mixture of her shoe smell and the taste in my mouth was so potent that I passed out right there.

I awoke with a massive pain in my groin. I haven't ejaculated in over a week of intense stimulation and it was taking its toll. I was dripping lots of precum and my dick was twitching. It couldn't get hard and the leather sleeve was so tight I thought a vein will pop for sure. I was in spasms on the floor, drool dripping out of my stocking filled mouth, the drool landing only inches from Donna's black pumps. Was this ecstasy? If so, I was a sad and pathetic man, who should be taken out back and shot through the head.
I wanted to cry in shame but I didn't. Something else was keeping me from losing control; the anticipation of the third step. I was both terrified and anxious at the same time. Will it be as torturous or will I be allowed to relieve myself, or will I be "cured"? How could this cure me, how could my fetish disappear through these steps, it just seems to have intensified out of control.

 The week went by very slowly. How can anyone be subjected to this kind of torment and be expected to work and function normally. At this point I would have done anything, or paid anything to get relief, it was that unbearable. It was Thursday afternoon and my boss ordered me to his office. Apparently I have been handing in sloppy reports. But this wasn't all. Apparently some of the female staff complained about my long stares at their feet, it was creeping them out and something had to be done...with me. My boss was very quick to the point and told me that the company cannot maintain employees like myself, people who let themselves deteriorate along with their work and disturb the rest of the work staff. He believed I had a drug problem, how else could he explain my long trances in the office, my red eyes, my uncontrollable shaking...and with that, went my job, the one I’ve had for seven long years now...gone...for what...for feet!

Friday afternoon again, and I was more frightened than ever. What could I expect today, how would I pay for this session, what the hell was I to do? The male secretary didn't even look up at me, he just pointed to the office; this time I was going to go in right away. My heart was beating quite hard now...it was show time...

 "Don’t bother to take a seat. There is no reason to continue with these pleasantries. Today is your final step and I bet you can't wait to begin am I right?"

 I have never seen anything like her in my life. So gorgeous, so perfect. She was wearing a tight white dress shirt that showed a little cleavage and wore the same black short skirt. The black stockings she had on were the right choice to go with the strappy high heel platforms she was wearing. And even through the stockings I could tell her toenails were painted, a dark, sensual color.

 "I...I...would like to get this done with as quickly as possible...p...please. I...I...don't think I can last much longer."

 "There, there. I have been very hard on you, but it's all going to be over soon. Donna is going to make it all better. Please come here and kneel in front of me. Don’t be afraid."

 "Ok."

 "Good boy. You see, these past two weeks were very hard on you but they will all pay off. Tell me, what have you been doing with my stockings and pumps? Go on, tell me everything..."

 "...I, I...had your stockings in my mouth and-"

"-Did you swallow the lint with your saliva?"

"Yes, yes Donna, I did, I just had to."

"Very good, now go on, what else?"

"I, sniffed your pumps, and licked the inside, I even drank beverages out of your pumps...and I slept with them on my face and with your stockings in my mouth...I put them in my fridge so that all the food will have your foot odor in it and-"

"-That’s good enough. That’s what I wanted to hear actually. You see, I have a little secret to share with you. These so-called steps to cure you, were actually steps to lure you honey. I made you crave feet even more with the magazines, but then I gave you the only thing close to feet, my stockings and pumps, full of my foot sweat, and that pungent aroma is what programmed you, programmed you for my feet you see...you are going to make a very very good foot slave. And now, your final step, the step that will finalize you as my permanent foot worshipper...shove your nose between my toes right now and inhale as deep as you can...do it now!"

 I was in no condition to resist her, she had me and we both knew it. All I could do is fantasize about her for two weeks and I wasn't going to let this chance get away from me. I had the worst case of blue balls and I needed my release, I would have done anything for her, anything at all...

 "That’s good, very good. Inhale, inhale, yes. Do you know why my feet smell so strong? It’s because I haven't washed them since we first met. My feet are so stinky you may even collapse...now breathe in that fragrance and enjoy...can you feel how my scent is going through your veins, to your brain? It’s taking possession of your soul and you like it don't you, you're getting high on my stench...now, remove my platforms and take off my stockings..."

 I almost past out...the smell was very strong, I could feel brain cells popping and my balls getting harder with each whiff of her toes. She handed me a key and I knew what it was for, it was my gift for being so good, it was my liberation into her servitude...this was heaven, I was in heaven!

 "Now that you've removed your sleeve, I can see your cock is about to burst. But don't touch it yet. First, put one of the platforms around your dick...no, not like that! The front should be tight under your aching testicles and the straps all around your dick...that's better. Now, look at my feet, my toes, my soles, all glistening with sweat...what are you going to do to my feet huh?"

 "Uh...I..."

 And with that she shoved one foot deep into my mouth.

 "Suck on those toes! Suck all that sweat off my feet and drink it! Yes, lick in between my linty toes...eat it all now, swallow! Swallow it, savor it...you are going to serve my feet from now on, and you will be the only way I clean my feet, you will wash them with your saliva, and then you will gulp it all down...and yes, even after I go jogging and workout, you will consume my foot sweat, as salty as it gets and as linty as it gets, you will love it! Keep licking those soles and sniff, are you ready to be rewarded?"

 All I could do is cry, tears were coming down my cheeks and I was speechless, I was experiencing pure bliss...she pulled the platform off my raging cock and shoved one foot under my balls, squeezing them with her toes...

 "Grab that rod and spray my feet now! Spray my feet with two weeks of your hot boiling goo! Spurt you fuck, spurt all over my soles and in between my toes right now!"

 I erupted all over her feet and legs. I counted seven jets of hot steamy cum and my balls wanted more, they kept on contracting as I passed out. I awoke minutes later on Donna's floor. She was still sitting in her leather chair, her legs crossed, her feet shimmering with my dry cum.
 

 "Get back on your knees and lick this all up. I want my legs and feet all cleaned up. You are going to lick your mess up and eat it just like a good footslave would, and get it all, especially in between my toes...it's all sticky down there."

 I did as she said, proud to do it for my goddess, she could do with me as she wished, and I would obey her to the end.

 "Now come and lay on your back under my desk, we have a very long night ahead of us..."

I had no job but to serve Donna, I needed no apartment; I will live under her feet, and I needed no food or drink, Donna's feet will provide me with all I need...
I was now a footslave to a goddess, in complete bondage...and I was happy...for the very first time.