As the door opened, Andrea took a deep breath and nervously adjusted his tie. He was here for his first session with a psychologist, and he had to admit, he was a little apprehensive. He stepped into the room and took in his surroundings. The psychologist was already there, dressed elegantly but with bare feet. She smiled warmly and gestured for him to sit down.
"Hello, Andrea. Thank you for coming today. How are you feeling?" She asked in Italian.
"I'm... uh... fine, thank you," he replied, suddenly aware of the depth of his anxiety. He tried to relax as she continued talking, putting him at ease with her gentle manner.
"So, Andrea, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself? What brings you here today?"
He took a deep breath. "I... uh... have a fetish." He said softly. "I love seeing girls in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet while they do their business, and the more they suffer, the more it excites me."
The psychologist cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "That's quite a confession. When did this fetish start, Andrea?"
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, it was in my own home. I accidentally walked in on my girlfriend and saw her pooping. I swooped down to lick her feet while she was very embarrassed, but didn't have time to finish because I already came."
The psychologist was stunned. She had never had a patient with this particular problem before. Despite her initial surprise, she remained calm and composed, maintaining eye contact as she listened to Andrea's story.
"Thank you for sharing that with me, Andrea. That must have been very difficult for you." She said, her tone gentle and understanding. "I'm curious, though. Is there anything specific about the situation that really turns you on? Like, what about your girlfriend's feet did you find so irresistible?"
Andrea glanced down at his own feet, then back up at her. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Well... maybe you could help me with that."
The second scene began with a toilet flush. Andrea walked into the bathroom to find the psychologist, dressed only in bra and panties, sitting on the bowl. She was using her phone and seemed deep in thought. Suddenly, her phone pinged and she received a message from Andrea. He was urgently waiting outside and needed to see her.
"Come in, Andrea," she said, her voice cool and commanding. She put her phone away and stood up, clad only in her underwear as she approached him. "I assume you're here for more than just a casual visit?"
Andrea swallowed hard as he gazed at her bare feet. They were absolutely perfect, and he could see the desire in her eyes. He nodded, unable to speak.
"Good. Then let's get started." She said, her tone becoming sharp and authoritative. "Come here, Andrea. I want you to see something."
He moved closer, his heart pounding in anticipation. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub, spreading her legs invitingly. He couldn't resist any longer—he leaned forward and inhaled the scent of her feet, feeling her warmth against his face.
"That's it, Andrea. You like that? Isn't it amazing?" She purred, running her hands through his hair. "Just imagine what it would feel like to have my feet wrapped around your cock... You want that, don't you? You want me to control you, to make you beg for more."
Andrea moaned, his need for release becoming overwhelming. She tightened her grip on his hair, forcing him to look up at her. "You know what I think of your pathetic little cock, Andrea. But maybe if you beg... maybe if you please me... I'll give you what you want."
He whimpered, the fear and excitement mixing into a heady concoction. "Please, Mistress... I'll do anything." He murmured, his voice shaking. "Just make me cum on your feet."
The psychologist's eyes glittered with momentary pleasure at his plea. "Good boy," she said, her voice ringing with mock admiration. "Then get on your knees and show your appreciation for my feet."
Andrea knelt down before her, his heart pounding in his chest. He extended his trembling hands towards her feet, ready to touch her for the first time. As his fingertips brushed against her soft skin, he finally felt the release he'd been craving for so long. He groaned in pleasure, feeling his cum spill out onto her perfect feet.
"That's it, Andrea. Take it all in." She purred, leaning back against the tub. "See how great it feels to be controlled by someone who knows what they want?"
Andrea nodded, his head spinning from the intensity of the experience. As he looked up at her, he realized that something had shifted inside him - a newfound confidence, a sense of empowerment he'd never felt before.
"You're welcome, Mistress," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Thank you for... everything."
