The Foot Doctor
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Everybody in the busy waiting room kept an eye on the door. The door that led from the waiting room to the examination rooms. A plaque next to the door read: “Cor Nemuseur, Doctor of Pediatric Medicine.” Every few minutes, the door would open, and a friendly, professionally dressed nurse would stick her head out and call out a patient’s name. That all the nurses were extremely young and pretty didn’t occur to most of those waiting.
“Addie Roseman? Would you come with me?” The nurse held the door open. She smiled as the seven-year-old and her mother followed her back. “That’s a cute dress, Addie. My name is Stephanie; I’m the doctor’s nurse.”
Addie smiled at her but didn’t say anything. She hid behind her mother’s legs. She was wearing a bright yellow sundress, decorated with multicolored flowers. Her mother answered for her. “Hi Stephanie, I’m Ellen, Addie’s mother. Addie, be polite; say hi to Stephanie.”
At her mother’s prompting, the curly-haired girl smiled, showing a missing tooth. “Hi, Thteffanie, I’m theven yearth old.”
“I know, you’re a big girl. And such cute curly brown hair! I wish I could get my hair to curl like that,” The nurse stopped at the scales in the hallway. “Addie, would you step up on the scales for me?”
The girl stepped on the platform and stood patiently while the nurse moved the scales and recorded her weight. She directed Addie to the height scale on the wall, then recorded that as well. The nurse led Addie and her mother to Exam Room 3, lifted Addie onto the exam table, and directed her mother to a seat by the door. “Dr. Nemuseur will be in to see you in just a few minutes.”
The nurse smiled reassuringly, then exited the room. She put the patient records in the bin by the door, then flipped a switch next to the door frame. When she turned around, she saw the tall, distinguished doctor coming down the hall towards her. “Mas—Doctor, Addie Roseman and her mother are waiting in Exam Room 3. They’re new patients—I started the harmonics just now; they’ll be ready for you in ten minutes.”
The gray-haired man didn’t look up from his pad. “Very good, nurse. I’ll be in after I finish with Mr. Burnett. That’s Exam Room 5, right?” He had a slight accent, although it was difficult to tell exactly what nationality.
One of the other nurses who was standing nearby, answered, “Yes, Doctor. He’s ready for you. He was really upset when he came in. The harmonics have been on for fifteen minutes, so he should be ready.”
“I’m sure I can handle him, nurse.”
He looked up from his tablet, finding room 5, then headed that way. He flipped the switch by the door off, then entered the room.
The big black man in the room had been sitting quietly, listening to the music piped in the room. When the music abruptly stopped, he snapped alert and stood up when the doctor entered. “Mr. Burnett, I must say, I’m a little concerned over your visit. The nurse said you were upset about something,” the doctor said as he faced a tall, muscled black man.
“Doctor Nem—whatever it is—what is going on here?” The man said, trying to sound belligerent, but for some reason, he no longer felt angry.
“It’s Doctor Nemuseur—Cor Nemuseur. Mr. Burnett, I don’t think I understand the problem.”
“Doctor, ever since my wife and daughter came to see you last week, they have both been acting very strange. My daughter was just in for her pre-enrollment physical, but now my wife says they need to come back next week.”
“Ah, yes, your daughter is Rebecca Burnett, and your wife is Anna, right?” He remembered the cute little African-American twelve-year-old with a cute face. Very much a tomboy when she came in. And her mother—beautiful chocolate skin, great legs. Unfortunately, she didn’t like to show them off—at least when she came in. “When I performed the physical on your daughter, I noted a possible problem with her ankle. It may be just a stretched muscle, but since she is playing soccer, I wanted to make sure it was healing properly.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about. Since that visit, my daughter and my wife have been acting strangely. My daughter is twelve. Since she visited you, she went from wearing nothing but jeans and sneakers to wearing dresses and high heels! And the other day, I noticed her wearing stockings—thigh-high stockings and a garter belt, with a skirt that was way too short for a girl her age. When I asked about it, my wife said that she got them for her, that Rebecca wanted to dress like a girl. She didn’t seem concerned about a twelve-year-old girl wearing lace stockings. And as if that wasn’t weird enough, I noticed my wife has been wearing pantyhose all the time—even to bed! She said it’s because her legs got cold, but she never wore them before last week. This is nuts!”
The doctor stared at the man, making him pause to wait for his response. “Mr. Burnett—Tim, is it? Just calm down, there is nothing to be concerned about.”
As the doctor said this, the man visibly relaxed. The tension drained out of his face. “That’s it, Tim, just relax and listen to me.”
As he watched, the man blinked, his shoulders slumping. Suddenly the doctor snapped his fingers, and the black man shut his eyes. He helped him to a chair and he slumped into it.
“Now, Tim, I have something to show you, something I think you will really like.” The doctor opened one of the cabinets along the wall. He took out several glossy color magazines. “Open your eyes and look at these, Tim.”
Tim opened his eyes and lifted his head, but his eyes were glassy. He took the magazines from the doctor. He looked at the cover of the top one, which had the title “Leg World” in gold letters across the top. The rest of the page was taken up by a photo showing a Hispanic girl who couldn’t have been more than thirteen or fourteen. She was standing in what looked like a cheap hotel room, wearing black fishnet stockings, garter belt, black lace tap pants, and a black lace bra.
He stared at the image, then opened to the first page. In this one, the same girl was sitting on a couch in the same room, one leg up, her fishnet-clad toes pointing at the camera. A caption next to the photo proclaimed “Wanna suck?”
“That’s it, Mr. Burnett, I knew you would enjoy these. Why don’t you just sit there and look through these magazines for a while. The more you look at them, the more turned on you will get, looking at legs, and feet, and hose. Don’t be afraid to jerk off to them, that’s what they’re for. And as you do, you will imagine it’s your daughter’s and your wife’s pictures you are jerking off to. As you cum over and over again, you will want to see your daughter and your wife in stockings and hose. Seeing them that way will be your biggest turn on. And when you do see them like that, you will want to suck on their toes, and kiss their feet, especially your daughter’s. And you’ll want to jerk off while you’re kissing your daughter’s feet, because you’re such a nasty, perverted father.
“Of course, you’ll enjoy being a nasty, perverted father. Now why don’t you sit here, and enjoy these pictures until you cum, say, three times, then you’ll clean yourself up and forget all about visiting me. You’ll just know that you are a happy, nasty, perverted father, and you’ll love sucking on your daughter’s toes while they’re covered by stockings. And anytime your wife wants you to, you’ll suck on her toes and lick her feet. And you won’t object any time your wife or your daughter visit Rebecca’s doctor.”
As Mr. Burnett turned a page, he reached and unzipped his fly. When the doctor left him alone, the man slid his hard cock out of his pants and started stroking it, looking at a picture that showed the Hispanic girl being joined by an older woman who could have been her mother. She wore nothing but sheer pantyhose.
Meanwhile, in Exam Room 3, Addie and Ellen were waiting patiently, listening to the music piped in the speakers in the room. They had been talking at first, with Ellen reassuring her daughter that there was nothing to be afraid of about visiting the doctor. After a few minutes, they both felt a pleasant calmness, and just wanted to sit quietly and listen to the music.
The music abruptly cut off, rousing them, as the door opened and the handsome doctor entered. Addie yawned and wiped her eyes.
“Doctor Nemuseur? I’m Ellen Roseman, and this is my daughter, Addie.” The mother said, as he came in and sat down on the stool.
“Ah, yes, Ms. Roseman, so nice to meet you. And you too, Addie.” He said, smiling at the little girl. Addie blushed and smiled.
“What brings you to see me? Addie looks to be in excellent health.”
“Yes, Doctor. Addie and I just moved to the area, and I started a new job, and you were on my insurance. I checked online, and you are very highly rated. I came in today for a checkup. I believe my previous pediatrician forwarded Addie’s medical records to your office.”
“Oh, yes, of course, though everything is on computers now,” he said, holding up his tablet. “Well, we’ll give Addie a quick examination. This won’t take long at all. Now, Ellen and Addie, I just want you to remain calm, and we’ll get started.”
As he said this, the little girl and her mother blinked, and their bodies relaxed. He nodded, then suddenly snapped his fingers. Both of them closed their eyes and slumped.
“That’s it, ladies, just relax and listen to me. You trust me completely, anything I say you will know to be the truth. Now, Addie, why don’t you take off your clothes so I can give you a thorough examination? You can help her, Ellen, but you’ll want to get undressed too.”
The seven-year-old girl hopped down off the examination table. Her mother helped her pull the sundress over her head. She bent and took off her sandals. She wore a cute pair of panties under the pants, which she pulled down. When her clothes were piled on a chair next to her mother, the doctor helped her back up on the examination table.
Meanwhile, Ellen took off her stylish blouse, slacks, and sandals. Under that, she wore sheer knee-high stockings, satin panties, and a plain white bra. When she was naked, she sat down and waited patiently.
The doctor did a quick but professional checkup for the seven-year-old, occasionally stroking her legs or rubbing a foot as he did so. When he knelt and checked her reflexes with the little hammer, he took her foot in his hands and licked and sucked her toes. Before he stood up, he had sucked on both of her dainty little feet.
When he had finished his examination, he stood up and took a small package out of a drawer. “Listen to me, Addie and Ellen. What I am about to tell you will become a part of your reality, you will accept it completely, unquestioningly. Addie, you do not wear panties anymore.” He reached over to where her and her mother’s clothes were piled, and picked up Addie’s cute little white panties with the pink trim and hearts. He brought them to his face, and sniffed the crotch.
“You will not need these, and when you get home, you can get rid of any others you have. You will keep this a secret from anyone else, and you will be careful that no one notices that you are not wearing panties, but you will not wear them anymore. In addition, you will love the feel of tights on your legs, but any tights you wear will be very special—they will have the crotch cut out. Now, I have a pair you can put on now, but when you get home, Ellen, you will carefully cut the crotch out of any tights she has.”
He opened the package he held and handed a pair of yellow opaque tights to the little girl, who immediately put them on. When she pulled them up, it was obvious that the crotch had been cut out, and her hairless slit was framed by the hole in the nylon.
“You will enjoy the feeling of smooth nylon on your legs and feet, and you will wear them all the time, even to bed. In fact, at times you may forget to take them off when you take a bath, and the feeling of wearing wet nylon tights will feel especially good.
“Now, Ellen, you will love the look of little Addie in her crotchless tights. It will turn you on to see her showing off her little slit. But even if you can’t see her bare crotch, the smooth nylon on her legs will make you wet. You will become obsessed with the different colors and styles of tights for Addie, and any time you see a color or style that she doesn’t have, you will just have to get it, and have her model it for you. And it will especially turn you on to lick and suck her feet and legs while she is wearing a pair of tights. The feel of her skin with a layer of nylon slowly getting wet with your saliva will get you horny as nothing else.
“You will be discreet, and never take a chance that someone might discover your nasty desires for your little girl’s feet, but you will want to lick and suck her toes and feet at least once a day, and if something happens that you can’t do it that often, your sexual anxiety will build up. The longer you have to wait, the hornier and more distracted you will feel.
“You will find that your orgasms are longer and better than you’ve ever experienced if you rub yourself while you are sucking on Addie’s toes. Addie, you will thoroughly enjoy your mother licking and sucking your feet, and you will enjoy teasing her by wearing nothing but your tights when the two of you are alone.
“Now Ellen, while you will enjoy seeing Addie wearing her specially altered tights, you will begin wearing sexy stockings and garter belts. Fishnets, patterned, sheer, any stockings will be so sexy, and you will like the way they look on your legs. And the garter belts you wear will be sexy lace or satin, or even leather—you will begin acquiring a collection of garters and stockings. Here is a pair of stockings and a garter belt you can put on now.”
The doctor handed Ellen a pair of black sheer stockings, and a black lace garter, which she immediately put on. She sighed, rubbing herself, as she sat down again.
“Ellen, you don’t have to wear stockings all the time at work and outside the house, if it would be inappropriate. But once you get home, you will enjoy wearing nothing but the stockings and garter belt around the house, while little Addie is wearing only her tights. When you do this, you will be horny as you can be.
“And Addie, while you will enjoy wearing the tights and teasing your mother, and having her lick and kiss your toes and feet, you will also like seeing your mother in her stockings. When she is wearing the stockings, you will want to lick and suck on her toes through the nylon, and kiss her feet. The two of you will enjoy each other. Ellen, I know you are single, and you may occasionally want to date a man your age, but you will know deep down that it is a waste of time—you won’t be able to orgasm with a man, and you are quite certain that no man will understand your fetish for feet and nylon.”
As the little girl and her mother sat wearing just tights and stockings, enjoying the feel of them, Doctor Nemuseur knelt down where Ellen sat, and lifted her stockinged foot to his lips. He began sucking on her toes through the nylon, then moved to her sole, planting kisses along her instep. Ellen just moaned, moving her hand down to her bare crotch. As the doctor continued kissing her feet, she began playing with herself. After a few minutes, she came, and the doctor stood up.
Straightening up his slacks and white coat, he picked up the tablet he had dropped. He tapped a few notes.
“Okay, Ellen and Addie, you will get dressed, slowly waking up as you do so. You will remember nothing out of the ordinary about your visit to me today, not connecting the visit to your new outlook and desires. Once you are dressed, you will be fully awake. You will head back out to the lobby, and make an appointment for two weeks—I think you need to follow up, since Addie’s throat seemed a little irritated. And when you get home, you will be eager to strip to just your tights and stockings, and enjoy each other.”
As they continued dressing, the doctor left the room quietly. A nurse was waiting outside the door.
“Doctor, Mindy McCartle and her parents are waiting for you in Exam Room 2. This is their six month follow up.”
The doctor smiled as he remembered the McCartles. It would be very interesting to see what had happened to them in the last six months since he had seen them.
He began heading to Room 2, when the nurse stopped him. “Doctor Nemuseur, c-could I speak to you…privately, for a moment?” The nurse was petite and very pretty with blonde hair cut in a pixie cut. She, like the other nurses in the office, wore the dress-style nurse’s uniform, with white tights and shoes. She looked at the doctor, rubbing her hands nervously.
He looked at the nurse for a moment. She was clearly upset about something. His staff was completely loyal to him, of course, but if one of them had a problem, he was there for them. “Or course, nurse, I’ve got a few minutes. Let’s go to my office.”
He led the girl down the hall and into his private office. When he closed the door, her demeanor completely changed. As her training kicked in, she lifted her skirt, exposing her tights, in particular, the hole in her tights that revealed her pussy. Her pussy was shaved bare, the lips swollen and red from arousal, and it was dripping wet. She hung her head, looking down at the floor.
“M-master, it’s about my punishment. It’s been two weeks, and it’s getting very distracting.”
Punishment? He searched his memory. Ah yes, she was the little bitch who barged in while he was treating little Tricia and her mother Pat. As it turned out, it was an emergency, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset with her.
“And my boyfriend thinks it’s his fault he can’t get me off. I can’t tell him the real reason. And I’ve been horny all the time. I can barely concentrate on work.”
He had banned her from orgasms. It was probably an over-reaction. He had forgotten all about it. He’d have to remember to make notes in his tablet of his punishments.
“Ah, Miss May, is it? I remember now. Why don’t you masturbate for me now, while I consider?”
As she immediately began to piston two fingers in and out of her wet slit, he watched with some amusement.
“I guess you have been punished enough. I’ll tell you what, were you planning to see your boyfriend tonight?”
“Uhn, yesss…” she said, concentrating on stroking her pussy and stimulating her clit.
“Good. When you have sex with him tonight, you’ll be able to cum as soon as you bring him off. And if you convince him to suck your toes, you’ll be able to cum several times from that.”
“Thank you, masterrr…” she said, trying hard to cum with her fingers.
“Never let it be said that I don’t take care of my nurse-sluts. But now, you need to get back to work—I said you could cum tonight, not now. And be sure to wash your hands.”
As he entered Exam Room 2, he was impressed with the changes to Mindy McCartle and her parents. Mindy sat on the examination table, swinging her legs. Her long, dark brown hair was in two pigtails. She was wearing a stylish white minidress, with flashy multicolored over-the-knee stockings and white Mary Janes. She was wearing too much makeup for a thirteen-year-old, probably because she put it on herself. When she had first come to see him, she had been a plain, self-conscious girl, totally controlled by her repressive, religious parents. She had dressed in drab, baggy clothes; her father insisted that she not wear anything that might induce sinful thoughts in men. The doctor had listened to him drone on and on about the evils of sex, and how important it was that his daughter escape the base influences of the world.
The doctor had gladly changed all of their attitudes, and their entire family dynamic in the process. He was delighted to see that it seemed to benefit Mindy. She looked much happier now, even if her parents didn’t.
As he entered the room, the father stood and extended his hand. The doctor didn’t shake it. “Ah, Mr. McCartle, I’m afraid I don’t shake hands, a bit of an idiosyncrasy of mine. I’m so glad to see your family for a six-month follow up.”
“Doctor Nemuseur, I think something’s wrong. I don’t know what’s happened, but I think—” The man cut off when the doctor held up his hand.
“Sit down, Mr. McCartle, let’s calm down. Very good. Now I want you all to be entirely honest with me, and we can talk about what’s wrong.” The two adults and Mindy all looked up at him, suddenly relaxed. He snapped his fingers, and they all slumped and closed their eyes.
“Now, I want you all to remember what happened when you met with me six months ago. Open your eyes, and sit up straight, and let’s talk about what has happened since you came to see me.”
They opened their eyes. Mr. and Mrs. McCartle frowned, clearly upset. “Doctor, I think you need to talk to Mindy. She knows we can’t resist her, and she’s making us do all kinds of things. Nasty things, unchristian things. She’s taking advantage of us—” Mr. McCartle began.
“Daddy,” Mindy interrupted, raising her voice. “I didn’t say you could talk. You be quiet until I say you can talk.”
“Mindy, you shouldn’t talk to your father like that—” Mrs. McCartle said.
“Mommy, you shut up too. You don’t want me to punish both of you, do you?” At this, both adults looked down at the floor and said nothing.
“I see you seem to have changed a little since I saw you last, Mindy. I like your outfit, by the way. You look really cute.”
Mindy smiled and twirled one of her pigtails in her fingers. “Thank you, doctor. Daddy has been very nice to buy me some new clothes. Of course, after all that time buying boring clothes, he owed me.”
“It sounds like you’re being mean to your parents, Mindy,” the doctor said. Not that he objected.
“They were mean to me first!” Mindy exclaimed angrily. “Besides, they don’t mind. After all, they’ll do whatever I want, cause if they don’t, they don’t get to, you know, suck on my toes. And they always want to suck on my toes.”
Mindy giggled, as her parents blushed and looked away. “Like, even if they really don’t want to do something, if I just tell them they can’t lick my feet through my stockings, after a day or so, they are happy to do it.” Mindy leaned in to the doctor, as if she wanted to tell him a secret.
“You want to see something neat?” she said in a low voice. “It’s kind of dirty, but it’s neat.”
Looking up at her father, she raised her voice. “Daddy, why don’t you show Doctor Nemuseur the special thing you wore today? That thing that makes you my good, nasty daddy?” She giggled as her father blushed.
“That’s what I was talking about, doctor, Mindy has really gone overboard. She knows we can’t resist—” Mr. McCartle looked over at his daughter, and saw that she was glaring at him. She pointed to her feet, and made a sweeping gesture with her finger. Her meaning was clear, and he stopped talking.
Blushing even redder, Mr. McCartle stood up and lowered his pants and boxers. He hesitated, and his daughter cleared her throat. He bent over and thrust his butt at the doctor. He could see a black object sticking part way out of Mr. McCartle’s fat, bare ass.
“Pull it part way out so he can see what it is.” Mindy said, as her father blushed even deeper. He reached and pulled the object out, wincing as it slid out. “It’s called a butt plug! I saw it online and had him buy one. I didn’t tell him what it was going to be used for until he opened the package.” She whispered, then giggled.
He pushed it back in, then pulled his pants up and sat down again.
The doctor smiled, amazed that a man like Mr. McCartle would be so easily pressured into doing something that humiliating.
“And he isn’t the only one wearing something special today.” Mindy said, beaming. “Mommy, why don’t you show the doctor what you wore?”
As he turned to Mrs. McCartle, it was her turn to blush. She was wearing a bulky sweater and a long skirt. He could see that she wore hose on her legs, but other than that she was dressed very modestly.
Mrs. McCartle hesitated, blushing even redder. Mindy glared at her, then pointed at her feet. Mrs. McCartle got the message and stood up. She pulled her sweater over her head. When she took the sweater off, her large breasts jostled as if she was braless. She pulled the sweater over her head and put it down in her seat. As she turned to face him, the doctor could see that she did have something on her nipples—large stickers, pasties, in the shape of lips. The bright red stickers covered her areolae. They provided no support, and her large boobs swung freely. As he smiled, she kept her eyes down and blushed even redder. It occurred to him that she had probably not gone braless since she was Mindy’s age.
As Mrs. McCartle looked uncomfortable, Mindy giggled impishly. “They are always so eager to cooperate with me.”
The doctor smiled. “I’m impressed. They were such insufferable religious nuts, I figured they would be able to resist better than that. Maybe they started out with a little more kink than they let on. But I think they should get their reward now, don’t you?”
Mindy smiled. “Well, their reward is sort of my reward. It feels pretty good for me, too.”
She lifted her legs and extended her toes at her parents. They looked at her expectantly, and when she pointed at her feet, that was all the encouragement they needed. Her father jumped up and gently slipped her Mary Jane off her left foot. Her mother, ignoring the fact that she was still basically topless, did the same with her right shoe. With a sign, both of them started kissing the top of her foot and sucking on her toes through the colorful stockings.
Mindy moaned and slipped a hand under her skirt. She rubbed her pussy through her tiny panties.
“That’s it, I want you all to calmly continue like that, enjoying what you are doing.” Doctor Nemuseur. “As you do, you will listen to me, and what I say will go deeper into your being, becoming part of your reality.”
“Mr. and Mrs. McCartle, your desire to see Mindy’s feet and legs encased in pretty stockings will become ever stronger. Each time you see her legs in a new pair of stockings, you will become aroused, and will find yourselves wanting even more to kiss, and lick, and suck on her feet and legs through the stockings. And, of course, it will never occur to you to even touch her feet and legs without her permission. If she says no, for any reason, you will not be able to touch her. But each hour you go without being able to lick and suck and kiss, the stronger your need will be. After a couple of days, the need will be so strong, you can’t stand it. No matter how strong your will is, by three days of not being allowed to put your mouth to her feet and legs, you will be ready to do almost anything she wants you to do, no matter how degrading or humiliating it is. Even if she wants you to do something that you consider sinful or blasphemous, you will eventually give in.
“Now you will know that your desires to lick and suck on your daughter pretty feet and toes are depraved and wrong, and you will hate that you give into them, but you will be too weak to resist. You will, of course, be much too ashamed to ever reveal these desires to anyone else. Even if you are compelled to do something by Mindy, and you are caught, you will never reveal the real reason.
“Mindy, while you enjoy humiliating your parents because they are so dirty and gross for wanting to suck and lick your feet and toes, you won’t take it too far. You won’t make them do anything that might cost them more than they can afford, or get them in real trouble at work, or anything illegal. It will be enough that they humiliate themselves in front of you, or make them think that there is some risk that they will be humiliated in front of others.
“You will always enjoy it when they pleasure your feet, and you will be able to have orgasms just by having them lick and suck your toes or feet like they are doing now. So no matter how cruel you may be to withhold your permission, you will never let it go too long because of the pleasure you get from it.”
Mindy moaned and leaned back, clearly cumming from her parents’ ministrations. Mr. McCartle had reached down while sucking on his daughter’s toes and rubbed himself through his pants. His face turned red and he made a muffled groan as he came in his boxers.
“Now, I think it’s time for me to move on to another patient. The three of you will slowly wake up, putting your clothes back on, and straightening yourselves up. When you do wake up, you will not remember what we talked about. Your desires will be your own, you won’t have any idea that I’m connected to them. You will continue to trust me completely.”
He watched as they straightened themselves up, then woke up and looked at him.
“I’m so glad Mindy is doing fine. On your way out, make an appointment to come back to see me in six months. I want to make sure Mindy stays healthy. Have a good day.”
The two adults and the pretty brunette smiled at the doctor and stood up. The doctor left the room, with the three of them just behind him.
As the McCartles walked away, the doctor checked the time. Most of his patients, the ones who did not participate in his special therapy, could be taken care of by his nurses or practitioners. He consulted the schedule on his tablet, and saw that none of these patients required his attention.
He had just enough time to catch lunch at the club before his golf foursome this afternoon.
