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Later that week, Alan found himself back in the waiting area of Dr Michelle Parvati’s psychiatry practice. He sat, and waited, and he felt sick with anxiety.
Alan had noticed the beautiful receptionist, and her open-toed sandals, when he arrived at the waiting room, but he did not dare to look at her as he waited. Since his appointment with Dr Parvati earlier this week, he could not bear to look at, or even think about women’s feet.
His ears grew red and warm as he remembered the shame of cumming in his pants in front of his therapist. He remembered the sight of Dr Parvati’s stiletto heel dangling from her beautiful, stockinged foot, and he remembered her huge, heavenly sole as she wriggled her sheer nylon-clad toes…
Alan sat up straight, and cursed his wandering thoughts. He needed help to cure his pathetic obsession with feet. He needed Dr Parvati.
—–
Michelle relaxed in her office, with her tan stockinged feet resting on her desk, as she watched Alan on the small screen. She sat back and stretched, and laughed as she watched the security video feed from the waiting room. Michelle could have called Alan into her office fifteen minutes ago, but she enjoyed watching him squirm.
She had known from the moment she first saw Alan that he was an anxiety-riddled sap, and that his sexual deficiencies would make him an easy mark for extortion, but she had no idea just how pathetic his difficulties were.
Michelle smiled as she thumbed through the documents she had made Alan sign at the end of his first appointment. The contract committing himself to twice-weekly sessions for at least 20 weeks. The non-refundable deposit for all of these sessions at the ‘premium rate’. The direct-deposit which Michelle had the right to enact, if she felt that Alan required additional sessions.
Michelle laughed, and then sighed with deep satisfaction. The moron had not even looked at what he was signing; he was so pathetic and desperate for her help, after cumming in his fucking pants.
On Monday morning, Michelle’s practice risked going under, after her bastard of a former partner had left and taken their wealthiest patients with him. Today, the practice was in better financial shape than it had been all year.
Michelle could not help smiling, as she took her feet down from her desk and slid them into her tan, suede heels. She pressed the intercom, to let her receptionist know that she was ready for Alan.
—–
Alan meekly opened the office door and entered Dr Parvati’s office with his head down. He shuffled over to the leather chair, and sat without lifting his head. He could not bear to look Dr Parvati in her eyes, and he felt his cheeks blushing already.
Michelle couldn’t help but smirk. She crossed her legs, and began to gently tap her foot in the air.
“Please, Alan, do not look so embarrassed,” Michelle implored, trying to sound sincere. “I know that you suffered a rather humiliating little accident the last time you were here, but I am here to help you. We are going to do some good work in the coming months, so please, relax. You are safe in here.”
Alan looked up at Dr Parvati, and his breath caught; she looked even more beautiful than she had at their first appointment.
She wore her wavy, black hair down around her face, and it flowed elegantly over her shoulders. Today, she wore red lipstick on her plump, luscious lips, and her blouse had a few extra buttons opened at the top. Alan gulped when he saw that the pencil skirt she wore today was at least an inch or two shorter, and with her legs crossed Alan could follow her tan-coloured nylons far up her toned thighs.
Alan did not dare to look down at her tan stockinged feet, on which she wore tan suede heels. In his peripheral vision, he could see her foot gently bobbing and swaying.
“Let’s get right to it, then. You will forgive my blunt language, Alan, but the last time you were here, you ejaculated in your pants without any stimulation. This is obviously very serious, and potentially very humiliating if it were to happen around anyone else. So, let us not waste time, and let’s continue your therapy.”
Dr Parvati spoke calmy, and directly, and her crisp, English accent sent a shiver down Alan. God, she was so beautiful…
“Your foot fetish is one of the most severe sexual fixations that I have ever encountered in my years of practice,” she continued, “and such a lack of control over your orgasm, well, it is vital that we work to remedy this, if you want any chance at a normal sexual life.”
Michelle worried that she was overdoing it, but when she saw the terrified look on Alan’s face as she looked in his eyes, she knew that she had him.
“I believe that your foot fetish and your premature ejaculation are inextricably linked, Alan, and to cure either we must understand both. Today, I will ask you about your past sexual experiences, so that I can properly understand the context for your difficulties.”
Alan nodded. He hated that he would have to talk about these things, ataşehir escort but he was desperate. He would answer whatever questions Dr Parvati asked.
“Good, but remember, Alan, use your words,” she reminded him warmly. “Now, last week we established the following: you have a pronounced sexual obsession with women’s feet; this fetish provokes early climax both when you are with a sexual partner, and when you masturbate; you have had only a few sexual experiences with partners, and you first had sexual intercourse several months ago, at the age of twenty-nine; you have had sexual intercourse twice, each with a different partner, and each time ending in your premature ejaculation.”
Alan’s cheeks glowed even redder, as he listened to his pathetic sexual history recited aloud.
“During your most recent sexual encounter,” Dr Parvati continued, “your foot fetish led to premature orgasm, and the woman you were with has been blackmailing you with your fetish since then.”
Alan winced at this last detail. He could afford the blackmail financially, but he was terrified that the woman would gossip about what had happened that evening, which would put his buisiness in jeopardy.
“That is obviously quite a lot to work through, Alan,” Dr Parvati said matter-of-factly, “so this may take some time, but do not worry, it will all be worth it.”
Michelle smiled at Alan, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“You told me during our last session that you have had a foot fetish for as long as you remember. Tell me, Alan, have you ever admitted your attraction to feet to anyone before?”
Alan shook his head. “No… no…” he muttered, cringing at the idea.
“Why is that? Are you embarrassed, Alan? Are you ashamed?” Dr Parvati enquired, smiling slightly.
Alan closed his eyes, and nodded timidly.
“Yes,” he said feebly.
“Why is that? What is it about your fetish for woman’s feet that you find so embarassing? So shameful?”
“I… I don’t know…” Alan replied, “I just… what if they laughed? What if… what if they told someone?”
“What if, Alan? Sexual fetishes are totally natural, and many people are attracted to feet,” Dr Parvati said kindly, before adding, “Of course, the severity of your foot fetish has been negatively impacting your life, and so must be treated. But that does not mean that a foot fetish in itself should be a source of shame.”
Michelle decided not to labour that last point too long; Alan feeling comfortable about his foot fetish was not necessarily in Michelle’s financial interest.
“Have you ever had any sexual experiences involving a woman’s feet, Alan?” she asked, “Have you ever purposefully indulged in your fetish?”
Michelle noticed Alan nervously rubbing the back of his head, as he hesitated to answer.
“N-no,” he stuttered, and Michelle saw him begin to sweat.
Interesting.
“Alan, I need you to be truthful with me. There will be no hope of me helping you, if you are not completely open and honest with me,” she scolded. “You have told me that you have never admitted your fetish to a sexual partner, and I believe that. Would it be fair to say that you have indulged your foot fetish, without women knowing about it?”
Sweat streamed down Alan’s temples,
“Y-yes… yes…” he said in an almost whisper.
“I see. Tell me about those experiences, Alan. Tell me about your first real-life experience with a woman’s feet.”
Alan closed his eyes, and wished that he was back home in his apartment. His voice shook when he spoke.
I… I was 18, and… I was with a girl, at a party…”
“Was she your girlfriend, Alan?” Dr Parvati asked.
“No, not really. I had a crush on her for a while, and we were at a party, and… we had been drinking, and we were making out… she climbed on top of me…”
“Yes, Alan? Go on,” Dr Parvati prompted.
“She climbed on top of me, and we were kissing, and I was… I was hard… and she started to grind on me, and dry-hump me, and… I reached down to feel her… to feel her ass and I accidentally… her bare feet were there and I touched them! They were so soft, and smooth, and I… came in my pants from touching her feet.”
Alan put his face in his hands again. He glowed red, and he felt his cock start to stir as he remembered the party.
Michelle noticed him shifting in his chair, and smirked.
“Did this girl notice that you had cum in your pants? she asked.
“No, I don’t think so,” Alan said, “We were pretty wasted, and I… I went down on her after that.”
Clever boy, Michelle thought.
“Have you other experiences where you have achieved orgasm while touching a woman’s feet, when she has not been aware of it?” she asked.
“Eh, no, that only happened once,” he said, “I touched girls’ feet a few other times, but never came from it…”
“And what about any times like our last session, where you ejaculated without any stimulation of your penis? Has that ever happened before?” ataşehir escort bayan Dr Parvati asked flatly.
Alan would not have thought he could go any redder, but he did when Michelle spoke bluntly about his humiliating accident in her office a few days prior, and he went even redder still as he readied himself to answer.
Michelle saw Alan’s blushing intensify when she asked her question, and she was excited for his answer.
“Yes,” he replied, closing his eyes in shame. “Twice.”
“I see. Tell me about these times. It is very important that I understand them.”
“The first… the first time was when I was in college… I lived in a house with some… some housemates, and one of them, she… she was so pretty, so popular… I was so attracted to her, but she barely gave me the time of day… she was going out with some jock football player… I was in the house, alone, and her door was open…”
Alan trailed off, and Michelle gently cleared her throat.
Go on, you little pervert, Michelle thought. What happened next?
“I snuck into her room, and there was a shoe rack, and… I… crawled across her floor, scared of being seen, and… I… I…”
“Yes, Alan, what did you do?”
“I took a pair of her old ballet flats that she always wore around the house, and I… brought them to my nose and… I sniffed them…”
Alan felt the room spin as he confessed to his perversion. Michelle grinned.
“How did her ballet flat smell, Alan?” she asked, with a slightly sultry hint in her voice. She suppressed a giggle when she saw an erection start to tent in his pants.
Alan tried not to groan as he remembered the beautiful smell.
“It smelled so strong, so… so sweaty, and… cheesy… I loved it… I held her shoe over my nose and mouth and I breathed deeply through my nose and… I felt… I came in my pants as I sniffed them, without touching myself…”
Alan felt lost in the memory of the smell, and his erection grew. He heard Dr Parvati shuffle in her chair, and he snapped out of his daze.
Oh, God… He was hard again. Please don’t let Dr Parvati see…
Alan looked at Dr Parvati’s beautiful face, and saw her bemused expression as she looked down at his crotch.
“Alan, I appreciate that we are talking about things that clearly excite you, but you must try and exert some control over yourself,” she said sternly.
“I’m… I’m sorry doctor…” he whimpered, as he went to cross his legs and hide his face in his hands.
“No, Alan, you must sit up straight, hands by your sides, and look at me. You must resist the impulse to hide, to seek safety.
Now, you said that it happened twice before; tell me about the second time your foot fetish made you lose control over your orgasm, without any stimulation.”
Michelle sat back smugly, and bit her lip to stop from laughing at Alan’s erection tenting in his pants. She bobbed her foot more vigorously, and she could have cackled when she heard him whimper at the sight of her suede heel popping off and dangling from her tan, stockinged foot.
Alan saw the shoe dangling from her foot, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. He put his every effort into looking at Dr Parvati’s face, and not at her beautiful foot.
“Go on, Alan,” she purred, “tell me.”
“I… was on vacation last year, and… I was at the pool…”
Michelle bit down on her lip again to stop from letting out a guffaw. Jesus Christ, Alan, what the fuck is wrong with you? The swimming pool? You came at the fucking swimming pool?
“I was laying on one of the chairs at the side of the pool,” he continued, “and a woman sat across from me. She was older, and she was very… she was very attractive. She started to chat with me, and… I think she could tell that I… that I’m wealthy, because she started to flirt with me.
She was chatting to me, and I tried… I wanted to practice… I flirted back. Not well, but I’d had a few drinks, and I wanted to get better at it, so I flirted back. She seemed to like it, and we kept talking. She was very attractive, and her… her feet… her soles were facing me…”
Michelle raised an eyebrow.
Interesting…
“Oh, are the soles of a woman’s feet exciting to you, Alan? Would they be of particular interest to you?” she asked, knowing the answer already.
“Ye-… yes… soles have always…” he mumbled, trying to tense the muscles in his thighs in a vain attempt to calm his erection.
“I see. We will have to talk about that, but please, continue with your story,” Michelle said, scribbling a note onto her notepad. “You were flirting with this attractive older woman, and you could see her soles; then what happened?”
Alan could see in his peripheral vision that Dr Parvati’s shoe was swaying and dangling more aggressively from her toes, and he tried to stifle a moan.
Michelle had more success in stifling her giggle.
“Her soles were… I tried not to stare, but they were so… I was wearing dark sunglasses, escort ataşehir so I thought that I could get away with looking, but… I think she could tell that I was looking at her soles because she started to rub them together, and scrunch them, like… like she was teasing me with them…
I started to get hard, and… I didn’t want to be obvious, but it was… then she took her suncream, and she started to rub it down her legs, and… Oh, God… she lifted her leg and rubbed the suncream… her sole was so beautiful…
She started to tease me, telling me that I was blushing, and stuttering, and asking me did I like what I saw… then she, she…”
Pre-cum dribbled from Alan’s cock, and Michelle beamed when she noticed the little damp patch forming on his pants.
“Yes, Alan? What happened?” she encouraged.
“She… she poured more suncream on her hand and brough it to her feet… she… she rubbed the cream all over her beautiful, wrinkly soles… and I couldn’t help it… she massaged the cream all over her soles and between her toes, and then she rubbed her creamy soles together, and lifted them in the air so that I could see them… and I… I started to cum in my pants! I tried to hide it, but it was so obvious… I grunted and shook and I came so hard into my swim shorts… Oh, God, it was so mortifying… I had to get up and run… I ran to my room, and I could hear the beautiful woman howling with laughter…
I checked out of the hotel that day, and flew home…”
Alan’s cock twitched and quivered, and drooled pre-cum into his pants.
Michelle put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile, and forced a cough to hide her laugh.
“Oh, Alan, that must have been utterly humiliating,” Michelle said, fighting to keep her voice steady, “But I have noticed something…”
“Wh-… what?” Alan spluttered.
“Well, Alan, despite my recommendation earlier that you take control of your erection,” she said coolly, “it has only grown since then.”
Alan’s ears and cheeks burned red, and he felt the familiar feeling of sweat soaking through his shirt.
“I’m… I’m sorry, doctor…” he stammered feebly.
“What is interesting, Alan, is that it you have become obviously more erect when you have spoken about certain things. Three things in particular have made your erection more noticeable.”
Alan flapped at one of the buttons on his shirt, and tugged at his collar. He felt faint.
“The first I would like to ask you about, Alan, is your fascination with the soles of women’s feet; when you spoke about the woman by the pool’s soles, you became noticeably more erect. What is it about women’s soles that you find so arousing?”
Alan wiped at the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve; it soaked through the cotton.
“I… I… don’t know…” he stammered, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. “I… I just…”
“Come now, Alan,” Michelle said more firmly, “You know that you do not have to feel embarrassed. I specialise in psychosexual health; I am quite familiar with many fetishes and paraphilias.
But, Alan, everyone’s preferences are different, and so in order to help you, I need you to describe your own unique desires. So please, tell me, what is it that you like about women’s soles?”
“I… I don’t know… honestly…” Alan whimpered, his head spinning.
“Hmmm. Let me approach from a slightly different angle then. What do you like in a pair of woman’s soles? What attributes, what characteristics do you prefer and find most arousing? All feet are different, and I imagine that you have your favourites?”
As she spoke, Michelle casually allowed her tan, suede heel to gently drop from her nylon-clad toes. She did not acknowledge it, or react in any way; she wanted to see how Alan would respond. Would he have the balls to say anything? Would he have another accident?
Alan saw the shoe drop, and although he desperately tried not to, he looked down at her foot, and he out a slight gasp as he saw how big, how beautiful it was in its tan nylon. He breathed in deeply through his nose, and out through his mouth, determined to keep control of his orgasm. He was determined not to cum in his pants again.
Alan breathed in deeply again through his nose, but this time he… God, could he smell…?
Michelle watched Alan’s face, and crotch, intently. She dug one of her nails into her hand, to keep from laughing.
Unbeknownst to Alan, Michelle had worn this pair of tan nylons every day this week, starting the morning after their first session. She had worn these stockings to the office, to the gym, and even when out running, in the hopes that they would absolutely stink. She was very successful.
The room filled with the stench of several days of Dr Parvati’s foot sweat, and Alan had to grip down on the armrests of the chair, and clench every muscle in his legs, to stop himself from blowing his load.
Holy shit… holy shit…
“Please, Alan, you need to answer my questions,” Dr Parvati scolded. “What do you like in a woman’s soles? What sizes? What shapes?”
Alan breathed in, and tried not to groan as the sweaty aroma filled his nostrils.
“I… I like… I like big soles… big feet,” he said, his voice shaking, as he gripped the armrests more tightly, “Big feet, big soles… are beautiful…”
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