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Tears poured down Alan’s cheeks as he sat in Dr Parvati’s office. The cool, damp feeling of his cum-soaked boxers reminded him of what he had just done, and he bawled.
“Please, Alan. Stop crying,” Dr Parvati sighed, as she slipped her sweaty, stockinged foot in to her suede heel. “Really, Alan, I understand that you feel humiliated, but please try and gather yourself.”
Michelle stood from the chair facing Alan, and stepped over to her desk. She sat and opened her laptop, while Alan continued to sob pathetically, holding his head in his hands.
Michelle looked over to Alan, and grinned. She emailed her receptionist, Sophie, instructing her to enact the payment request for Alan’s twenty additional sessions. Her eyes lit up as she calculated the influx of cash that her practice would recieve, all from Alan cumming in his pants.
Michelle sent the email, and then opened up a new browser. She muted the speakers on her laptop, and then clicked on a video file, and her grin widened.
The video from her office security camera played, and Michelle glowed as she watched the footage of her pathetic patient blushing, and sweating, and straining, and cumming in his pants.
Michelle saved the video file to her desktop, and added it to the folder marked “AD”, along with the security footage of Alan Delaney’s first visit to her office.
Michelle closed her laptop, and walked back to the chair facing Alan, who was sniffling and whimpering and sobbing into his hands.
“We obviously cannot continue our session today, Alan. You are clearly very upset, and, well, your trousers are soaked with semen,” Michelle said, fighting to catch a giggle in her throat. “You will come back on Monday morning at 9am. Now, this is very important, Alan: you are not to masturbate between now and your next session.”
Startled by her instruction, Alan looked up from his tear-soaked hands with a pitiful, confused expression.
“Yes, Alan. You are not to masturbate, or look at porn, and you are to avoid looking at or thinking about women’s feet. Do you understand?”
Michelle spoke calmly and in a very professional tone, but really, she was just fucking with him. Why not have a bit of fun, she thought. And plus; imagine how much cum he will soak his trousers with on Monday after a weekend without jerking off.
“It is very important that you do this, Alan. We need to start seriously working on your obsession with feet, or “big, stinky, wrinkly soles” as you so eloquently put it, and a big part of that will be abstaining from masturbation and from thinking about feet.”
Alan’s limp, dribbling cock twitched when he heard Dr Parvati say “big, stinky, wrinkly soles”, and he shuddered when he felt the cold, damp patch on his crotch. He nodded, and used his shirt sleeve to wipe his tears from his eyes.
“Good,” Dr Parvati continued, “Now, I shall need to prepare my notes for my next patient. Sophie will give you your confirmation of Monday’s appointment.”
With that, Dr Parvati smiled at Alan, and indicated towards the office door. Alan stood and stepped out of her office, his posture slouched and his hands crossed over his damp crotch. He could not look up at Sophie, Dr Parvati’s stunningly attractive young receptionist, and he prayed that she did not look at the damp patch on his trousers.
“Here you go, Mr Delaney: confirmation of your appointment with Dr Parvati on Monday morning at 9am,” Sophie said sweetly, but she did not hold the letter out to him. Instead, she held it close to herself, forcing Alan to look up at her, and to bring one of his hands away from his crotch to reach for it.
Alan saw Sophie look down at his crotch and stifle a giggle, and his ears and cheeks burned. She looked up at him with her gorgeous blue eyes, and she bit her lower lip. She held his gaze for a few moments, before handing him the letter.
“Th-thank you…” Alan stammered, as he turned and headed for the elevator.
As the elevator door closed, Alan could hear Sophie’s giggle grow to full laughter.
—–
Michelle looked at the clock above the door to her office.
08:45
She was dying to take off her black leather heels. The warm, damp feeling of sweat around her toes and along her soles repulsed her, but she held strong. She would be able to air her feet soon…
After Alan’s last appointment, she had gone home and hoked through her closet to find an old pair of black leather heels that ataşehir escort she should have thrown out years ago. She hadn’t worn them in years, but when she was younger and they were her only good heels, she wore them all the time. Michelle had looked inside them and seen the state of the insoles: two big, black footprints from endless days and nights’ worth of accumulated foot sweat. Michelle brought one of the old shoes under her nose, and gently sniffed. Wow, they still stank of her feet after all these years.
Perfect.
That evening, Michelle had put on those old shoes, and over the weekend she had only taken them off to go for runs and when she got into bed. Immediately after her runs, she put her sweaty feet back into the old heels, and she did not shower all weekend, settling for a washcloth over the sink. Michelle was determined to make her feet smell as strong as possible for Alan’s next appointment.
And so, she sat in her office on the Monday morning, eager for Alan’s arrival so that she could finally air her feet.
Alan arrived not much later, and Michelle laughed as she watched him on the waiting room security feed, sitting with his head down, refusing to look at Sophie as she smirked at him and played teasingly with her long blonde hair, while her sandals dangled seductively from her feet.
Oh, Sophie, don’t be so cruel…
Michelle laughed again, and pressed the intercom.
A few moments later, Alan stepped into Dr Parvati’s office, and sat down on the chair across from hers. He kept his head bowed.
“Hello Alan. Please, look up at me. No need to be shy. Good,” Dr Parvati said softly. “Before we begin, I want to ask: did you follow the instruction I gave you, of no masturbation or indulging your fetish?”
Alan looked up at Dr Parvati, and nodded timidly. Dr Parvati looked as stunning as ever. Today, she had her long, wavy black hair tied up, and she wore a blazer and trousers. Alan could not help but steal a glance at her feet. He swallowed hard when he saw that today, inside black leather heels, her feet were bare. Alan noticed that the heels she wore today were slightly shabby, and looked significantly less expensive than the ones she would usually wear.
Alan genuinely hadn’t masturbated since his last review, and he hadn’t watched porn, or looked at women’s feet either. But he could not say that he hadn’t thought about feet; in fact, feet had been on his mind more than ever before. Specifically, he could not stop thinking about Dr Parvati’s feet, in black, sheer nylons, or in her tan stockings, with the dark, sweaty print of her foot on its sole…
“Good. Now, we must discuss the obvious elephant in the room,” she continued. “You have attended two sessions with me, and you have suffered from overexcitement and accidental orgasm on both occasions. Obviously, this cannot keep happening.”
Alan’s cheeks reddened. “N-no,” he stuttered.
“No, it cannot. We cannot avoid discussing your fetish, if we want any hope of curing it, but with that comes the obvious risk of your overexcitement. Alan, if you feel that you are getting overexcited, or if you feel that you may climax, you must inform me. Do you understand?”
“Yes…” he whispered feebly.
“Good,” Dr Parvati said flatly. “During our last session, I had said that I wanted to discuss three things with you; things that, when mentioned, made you obviously more aroused.”
Alan stared at her, a nervous sweat already building on his brow.
“Obviously, our last session was ended prematurely,” Dr Parvati said, emphasising the last word, “but I do think it is important that we pick up where we left off.
The first thing, which we discussed briefly at the last session, was women’s soles. You made it clear that you are most aroused by ‘big, wrinkly soles’ with high arches.
The second thing that I wanted to ask you about was this: what is it about the smell of feet that arouses you, Alan?”
Alan’s mouth opened agape. “Wh-what do you…?”
“Alan, when you told me about the experience you had when you were 18 years old, when you snuck into your college housemate’s room and sniffed her shoes, causing you to spontaneously climax…”
Alan shuddered as his shameful memory was recounted back to him.
“… you went into quite a bit of detail about the smell from inside her shoe, and it was clearly arousing for you.
And then, well, ataşehir escort bayan when you were experiencing your unfortunate accident at the end of the session… as you climaxed, you said the words ‘I love big, stinky, wrinkly soles’.
Alan, why would soles that are ‘stinky’ excite you?”
Alan tugged nervously at his collar, and shifted awkwardly in his chair.
“I don’t… I don’t know… I just… I like the smell of feet…” he mumbled.
“Interesting. But what specifically? Are you aroused by other ‘stinky’ smells?” Dr Parvati asked.
Alan winced at her use of the word ‘stinky’, and he felt his cock start to stiffen.
“I… I…”
“Alan, are you getting aroused from me asking about your love of smelly feet?” Dr Parvati asked calmly, looking him directly in his eyes. “I need you to be honest.”
Alan closed his eyes, but opened them again when Dr Parvati cleared her throat. He tensed the muscles in his legs, in an attempt to prevent his cock from stiffening further.
“Yes… sorry, yes…”
“I see. You must try to calm yourself, Alan. Each time I ask you a question, I want you to take a slow, deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, then answer. Okay?”
Alan nodded.
Michelle smiled. She brought her two feet together, and brought them back ever so slightly so that they were underneath her chair. As she brought them back, she lifted her bare heels delicately out of her old, black shoes, just enough so that Alan would not notice.
Immediately, she could smell the pungent aroma of several days of unwashed foot sweat, and years of old shoe sweat.
“So, you like the smell of women’s feet, but you don’t know why. Do you like any other stinky smells, Alan? Do any other smelly things arouse you, besides feet?”
Alan breathed in deeply through his nose, and his eyebrows raised. His nostrils filled with the pungent, potent aroma of Dr Parvati’s feet, and he desperately tensed his muscles as his erection grew.
“No. No. Just feet…just…” Alan stuttered.
“But you do love stinky feet, don’t you Alan? Are feet more arousing when they are stinky? Are they more exciting when they are sweaty, Alan?” Dr Parvati asked, gently dipping her bare feet in and out of her smelly old heels.
Alan’s eyes watered as he let them fall to Dr Parvati’s feet. He watched her delicate, brown feet dip in and out of her shoes, and he breathed in deeply through his nose, as he felt his orgasm begin to build.
“Dr Parvati I… I’m… getting overexcited… I think I might… I think I might…!” he panted, as the powerful, potent stink from her feet wafted into his nose.
“Alan! Surely not! We have only just started our session! We cannot continue if you cum in your pants, and we have only been speaking for, what? Five minutes?” Michelle scolded, secretly delighted at the prospect of relaxing with her feet up for an hour before her next patient.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s just… the smell!” Alan groaned, as he sniffed deeply and watched Dr Parvati take her feet out of her old shoes and gently rub them together. Alan saw the dark sole-prints inside her shoes, and the smell grew stronger and stronger.
“What smell, Alan? I don’t smell anything! Are you seriously going to cum in your pants, just from me asking about your love of stinky, smelly feet?” Michelle purred, watching Alan stare at her bare feet, and watching his erection twitch and strain in his pants.
“I… I can smell… I can smell…” Alan grunted, his stare fixed on Dr Parvati’s feet, as they played around with her shoes on the floor.
“What can you smell, Alan? Remember to breathe; we can’t have you cumming in your pants again, especially so soon!” Michelle exclaimed, failing to hide the laughter in her voice.
Alan gripped the armrests of his chair. Dr Parvati’s feet stank so much, he could almost taste them in the air. They stank of days of sweat, and of old, French cheese.
“I can smell… I can smell your… your…” Alan moaned, clenching down in desperation, as his cock began to quiver.
“You can smell my… my what Alan? Oh, God! Alan! Are you staring at my feet? Alan! How dare you!” Michelle bellowed, putting on her best impression of outrage. “That is disgusting, Alan! I am your psychiatrist! How dare you stare at my feet to get your thrills? How dare you! That is perverted! That is disgusting! Is that what you come escort ataşehir here for? To get cheap thrills by perving on my feet?”
Michelle wanted to cry with laughter at the pathetic, terrified expression on Alan’s face, as cum erupted into his pants. Michelle’s eyes widened when she saw how huge the damp patch grew, after several days without him jerking off.
Alan jerked and spasmed so hard as he came that he collapsed forward and fell to his hands and knees on the carpet.
“You come to my office, and you stare at my feet to get yourself off? You tell me that you need treatment, that you need help, but really, you’re just here to be a filthy little pervert? Is that it? I should phone the police!”
“No… please, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I swear… I swear…” he grunted as he shuddered on the floor, cum still pouring into his pants.
“Alan, you can’t honestly expect me to believe that someone could be so pathetic that they accidentally cum in their pants, just by seeing and talking about feet! Really, you expect me to believe that?” she yelled in feigned disbelief.
“Yes! I swear… Oh, God, I swear… I couldn’t help myself… I couldn’t stop it…” he cried, as his hips continued to buck.
Michelle wiped tears of laughter from her eyes as she watched Alan on the floor, grovelling as he came.
“You’re serious? Oh, Alan,” Dr Parvati said, in a softer, patronising tone. “You really are one of the most serious cases of deviancy I’ve ever encountered, if that’s the truth? If you are being genuine, well… I do not think simple talking therapy will be enough to help you!”
Alan sobbed as the last spurts of cum leaked into his pants.
“No, your fetish, your perversion is far too severe for talking therapy alone!” Michelle continued, smiling. “To be able to treat you, I would need to try something radical! Intensive psychosexual behavioural modification…”
“Please,” Alan moaned into the carpet, “I’ll try anything!”
Michelle grinned ear to ear.
“Alan, I want to be clear. The intensive, radical approach I would need to take, to have any chance of helping you, it would take serious commitment from you! You would have to come to my office three times a week for double sessions, and you would need to commit to this for at least a year!”
Alan looked up at Dr Parvati with tears in his eyes.
“I’ll do anything! Please, please help me!” he cried, and Michelle bit the inside of her mouth to stop from laughing.
“You would have to agree to follow my every single instruction, Alan! If you don’t, I would have to assume that you aren’t serious about your treatment, and that you have just been coming here for a perverted thrill! And in that case, Alan, I would not hesitate to contact the police! And the press!”
Alan bowed his head again and grovelled pitifully.
“Please, I promise, I will do anything that you say!” he begged.
“And I mean every single instruction, Alan. No negotiation, no refusal, no compromise. Your problems are so serious, I will have to make you do things that you will find most humiliating, but it will be for your benefit.”
“Yes, doctor, I promise!” he wailed.
“Good.”
Michelle stepped over to her desk, and pressed the intercom buzzer. Moments later, Sophie stepped into the room.
Alan looked up in horror and his skin glowed red, as he saw Sophie step into the room. She looked down at him, grovelling and snivelling on the ground, and she smirked at him. In her hands, she held a stack of papers.
“Alan, Sophie is going to give you some contracts to sign. They outline that you agree to commit to, and pay for, one year of intensive psychosexual behaviour modification therapy, which may be extended for a further period at my discretion.
Part of the paperwork is a binding non-disclosure agreement; you must not discuss with anyone any aspect of your therapy. The approach we will be taking is radical and new, and is my own patented therapy. I plan to publish it, but until then, no one can know about it.”
Sophie stepped towards Alan, and stood over him as he grovelled on the ground. She held out the papers to him, but made sure that she held them close enough so that Alan would have to straighten up on his knees to reach them. Sophie looked at the huge damp patch on his crotch, and grinned at him.
Alan took the papers, and went to turn to sit back on the chair, but before he could, Sophie had stepped over him and sat in the chair. She handed him a pen, and then relaxed back in the leather chair, still grinning at him.
Alan looked back over to Dr Parvati, who stared into his eyes with an expectant expression.
And so, Alan knelt on the floor of Dr Parvati’s office, and signed his life away.
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