PART 11
She spoke-
"Hypnosis is not like you see on television, Mr. Higgins. Not entirely.
There are those stage hypnotists that have a will forceful enough to make you
bark like a dog or walk like a duck, but clinical hypnotism isn't like that.
Doctors like myself use hypnosis to get at the root of your problems, sometimes
laying hints and suggestions to give you a 'mental' push in the right direction;
the direction you want to go...
"Just relax, Mr. Higgins. Think of calm, happy things and listen to my
voice. Watch the light. Enjoy the cigarette...You like to smoke don't you? It
relaxes you, and you should enjoy it. There is no reason not to relax, because
I'm a doctor. I've done this a million times. I am more than qualified to help
you, and you know that. You respect that. You respect that I am a doctor, and
a woman and that relaxes you. You respect people of higher authority, and are
in fact drawn to them; the police...teachers...doctors...
"You came to me because I am a doctor and you trust and respect me. You
know that I will do nothing to harm you. You know that I cannot make you do
anything against your will. You cannot be made to do anything that you do not
want to do. Not really. You cannot be made to do anything but relax, and watch
the light...Listen to my voice...Smell the smoke...It's cool. Relaxing..."
And I listened...and watched the light...and smelled the smoke...
I woke, weary to my bones and aching. My knees hurt, oddly, and my
mouth. I smelled something strange. There was an annoying ringing echoing in
my brain, over and over. I thought it was my alarm clock, at first, and I
reached up and over to shut it off. My hand hit something...
It wasn't a wall, or even the back of my sofa bed. It was warm, and
soft, and familiarly cylindrical. I was on my stomach, so forced to crane my
neck to look up at what I had grabbed. It was a leg; a woman's leg wrapped in
nylon, shapely and tan. I blinked, and realized that my face must have been
resting right on top of her foot. I had apparently fallen asleep on her
high-heeled, strappy sandal after doing god knows what. I followed her leg up,
past her body and met her face. She was just lowering her head, opening her
eyes to look at me with a dreamy, far away look on her face. Beads of sweat
dotted her brow. We both yelped in mutual surprise when our eyes met.
I was dimly aware that the ringing had stopped as I tried to scramble
back and away on my knees. The woman, whom I vaguely recognized but could not
place, jerked her foot back, wrenching her ankle from my grip. I heard
someone's soft voice talking and turned to see another woman standing with her
back to me. She had long black hair and was wearing a black skirt and purple
blouse and heels. It was Doctor Ellington talking into a cell-phone. The other
woman, sitting in the chair before me, was Jennifer her receptionist, I
realized, and remembered then what was going on.
I had let the doctor hypnotize me, to get to the root of my problems.
But why was I on the floor at Jennifer's feet? Why was she even in the room?
What the hell were they...I felt a breeze between my legs and glanced down. I
could feel the burn of shame as my body reddened in humiliation. I was naked.
I started cursing and flailing about, trying to get to my feet. I was just so
tired...
The doctor spun back around just as Jennifer called out that something
was wrong-
"Damn!" I heard Dr. Ellington curse as I fell forward again, my head
spinning. "Jennifer! Hold him down!"
The receptionist hesitated only a second as I shook my head, then I saw
her start to rise from her chair, then lunge forward. She slammed into me and
we both sprawled backwards. I crashed to the carpeted floor with her lying on
top of me. Her body was flushed and warm on mine as I felt her scrambling for
purchase. I cried out for her to stop, but she edged her way forward, finally
coming to rest sitting on my stomach, holding me down with her full weight. I
tried to push her off, but she easily grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the
floor over my head. I writhed under her, feeling her warm flesh, her damp
panties on my stomach, but I was too weak and tired to throw her off. In the
distance, I heard the doctor's voice-
"Jim...I've gotta go! I'll call you back later."
"Help!" I feebly cried, just to have the receptionist clamp both of my
wrists in the grip of one of her small fists while slapping her palm over my
mouth, stifling my screams.
The doctor stepped up by my head, her feet so close that I could smell
the worn leather of her dark purple pumps. My eyes wide and wild, I looked up
her long body towering over me. I could see a shiny glimpse of satin deep in
the shadows under her skirt. She crouched down and stared into my face-
"Mr. Higgins! Stop it! We're trying to help you..."
I shook my head despite the pressure of Jennifer's hand over my face.
"Nnnnn..." I cried, knowing that whatever they were up to, it could not be
helping me. I could barely breathe, and my vision was graying.
"Mr. Higgins!...Please..." I saw the doctor's brow furl, and then she
leaned in close-
"Hi, Billy-"
The receptionist squealed, rearing back and releasing her grip on my
hands and mouth. "He licked my hand!" she squeaked in disbelief. I quickly
took advantage of my limited freedom and rolled towards the doctor as best I
could. I slid my head under her knees and pressed my face to her shoes, sliding
my tongue over the warm, smooth leather.
"Please..." I begged as I licked the doctor's shoes. "Please let me be
your slave. Let me lick your shoes clean. Let me kiss your feet. I'll do
anything you say...Please!" It was like in the deli all over again. I could
not believe the whiny quality in my voice, nor did I care. All I could see was
her shoes; the four-inch, dark purple, leather pumps that adorned her perfect
feet. I wanted them, above all else. I wanted to lick them clean. Nothing
else mattered...
I heard the doctor sigh, but I ignored it as she stood. She leaned back
against the desk, extending one shapely leg just enough to allow me to get at
her foot. I slavered away, turning her foot enough so that I could get at the
sole of her shoe. I licked away at the dirt, and barely heard her talking to
the receptionist that I had forgotten, still sitting on my stomach.
"Try and calm him down, Jennifer."
"How?" The receptionist shifted her weight, leaning back so that her
butt pressed down on my penis, bending it down between my legs. My dick was
hard and throbbing again, pushing up against Jennifer's dress.
"Rub his stomach..."
Jennifer stared down at me for a moment, then scooted back on my body a
bit more, allowing me to roll fully onto my back again. I know that she could
feel my manhood, just as I could feel the warmth and dampness dripping down from
between her legs. I felt her warm, soft hands as they tentatively rested on my
belly, then I moaned softly as she began to slowly rub. It felt wonderful, but
I was still intent on the other woman, and her shoes.
I strained as the doctor took her foot away and placed it on the floor,
shifting her weight. I whimpered, sounding like a beaten dog until she sighed
and raised the other shoe over my face. She planted the heel of her pump on my
forehead, then lowered the sole to my lips and waiting, straining tongue. I
licked...
I was in ecstasy...
I was in Hell...
I woke on the floor again. I was still naked. I looked up at the high
ceiling, the dark, paneled walls and felt relaxed, rested. I felt at peace. I
was tired though, and I ached. Grit crunched against my teeth as I licked my
dry, parched lips. My stomach felt sticky, and I smelled of sweat and sex. I
moaned, and heard a now familiar voice-
"How are you feeling, Mr. Higgins?"
Doctor Ellington stepped around the desk and towered over me. She had
her arms crossed under her breasts and a slight smile curled her shapely lips.
I glanced at her shoes, wishing I hadn't, expecting to attack them again. I
didn't, but noticed that they were sparkling. She crouched down beside me, a
glass in her hand.
"I'll bet you'd like some water."
"Yes...Please..." I whispered, my voice catching in my throat. She
helped me to rise up and lean on one elbow before placing the glass to my lips.
As I greedily drank, I noticed Jennifer the receptionist sitting back in her
chair watching me. She flashed me a weak smile and blushed from embarrassment.
I did the same.
"Wh-What happened?" I choked when the water glass was empty. Doctor
Ellington stood again, placing the glass on her desk.
"There were...complications, when I hypnotized you." She leaned back
against her desk again, ignoring my nakedness, and the fact that I was still
lying at her feet. I stared up at her, waiting, but she turned towards Jennifer
and motioned for her to leave. We both watched silently as the woman rose and
left the room, closing the door to the office behind her. Then the doctor
turned back to me.
"It took me no time at all to put you under; just a couple of minutes,
in fact. As I suspected, you are highly suggestible to hypnosis. I spoke to
you for a bit; about your life and dreams, your relationships and friends. Your
fantasies..." She hesitated for a moment, then drew a cigarette from a crumpled
pack on the desktop. She offered me one, and lit them both before continuing.
"To find out what has been happening to you, I had to have you give me
more detail over the last few days. Who you came in contact with, for one, and
what exactly you did for another. I had you regress back to that first
incident; when you woke up bound, with your head in the toilet. I had you trace
that day for me, but found a gray area from the time that your roommate and his
girlfriend left the apartment until you woke up. I found similar fogginess
about all the other encounters. Whoever did this to you was quite thorough, and
did not want you to remember who they were at any cost. In fact, when I pressed
you too hard, you started crying and speaking in baby-like gibberish. It took
me several minutes to get you out of that..."
I blinked- "What do you mean, 'baby-like gibberish'?" I asked, confused
but suspecting that I knew just what she meant.
"Goo-goo...Gah-gah...That sort of thing." She smirked, taking a drag off
of her cigarette. "If it had not been so pathetic, it might have been funny."
I blushed, hanging my head. "Thanks..." I whispered, my eyes drawn to
her shoes.
"Sorry." She apologized, then continued-
"When I got you back to a persona that I could talk to, I steered the
questions towards the last few seconds of each encounter that you remembered. I
theorized that whoever did this to you probably layered key words into your
subconscious; post-hypnotic suggestions that would be triggered if you heard a
certain sound, or word or phrase."
"You keep saying 'whoever did this to me'...Are you saying that I was
hypnotized?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Higgins. You've been walking around at someone else's whim
for the last few days, just waiting for something to trigger one of the
suggestions that were placed in your head. And there were a lot, let me tell
you."
I felt like a total fool upon hearing that. It was even worse,
realizing that I was still sitting on the floor in front of her. Realizing that
I was still naked, and worse, my eyes kept drifting to her feet. I took a drag
on my cigarette, hoping I might wake up from this nightmare soon...
"Just in casual conversation, questions I put to you, you broke my
trance and started acting in a way that someone else wanted you to. Most of the
time it played on your fetishes, and you would simply drop to your knees and
prostrate yourself. Several times you started to kiss my feet, or the ground I
was walking on. When I said a certain word, you would take your penis out and
start to masturbate. You proclaimed eternal devotion to me on more than one
occasion.
"I asked Jennifer to join us after a couple hours of that. I had a
fairly good idea of what I was dealing with, and needed to see first hand what
would happen when a third party stimulated you. I had written down a list of
the trigger words that I had discovered and gave that to Jennifer. I had her
read the list and I watched your reaction. Apparently, it does not matter who
says the trigger, as you performed with as much enthusiasm for her as you did
for me." She chained another cigarette to life and crushed out her first. She
offered me another, and I exchanged my spent butt for a new one, needing the
stimulation of the nicotine. This was all too bizarre...
"Jennifer had just spoken the word that got you to suck on her toes when
my cell-phone rang and snapped you out of your trance. We were all taken by
surprise, and you were verging on the violent, I believe, thinking that we were
somehow taking advantage of your situation. At that point I did, I'm afraid..."
"I remember." I whispered.
"I used the trigger that turned you into a groveling 'foot slave', and I
am terribly sorry that I did that to you. I felt for your safety, however, and
mine and Jennifer's as well. It was the quickest solution that came to mind."
I remembered; Jennifer rubbing my belly to calm me down while I licked the soles
of Doctor Ellington's shoes. I could feel my penis growing just thinking about
it-
"That's okay." I smiled weakly. "Apparently I enjoyed it."
She smirked, then frowned. "After you calmed down, and I got you back
under I did my best to eliminate the suggestions that the other person planted.
Honestly, I wasn't very successful. Whoever did this to you has a lot more
experience at manipulating minds than I do, or at least is more familiar with
what will trigger you the easiest. I did manage to eliminate a couple, and I
changed a few more. People can say 'Hi' to you now without you dropping to your
knees and wanting to kiss their feet. There was also a bell trigger; like a
phone ringing, that would set you in a simple trance that left you at the mercy
of anyone who spoke to you. I eliminated that one. But there are so many.
I'll be honest. I need to research this some before I try again. I would keep
on going today too, as this is by far the most fascinating thing I've
encountered in my few years of medicine, but I have Union meetings all
afternoon. I really can't cancel out on those.
I understood. Other people depended on the doctor to hold onto their
lives and jobs. I was just another patient. I told her that I understood.
"I do want to continue though, Mr. Higgins. Say on Friday?"
"Another session?"
"Don't worry," she assured me. "It's on the company. I'll send a memo
to your boss saying that you will be out of work until further notice, and I'd
like you to come back and see me on Friday morning, if that's convenient." I
said that it was. "Good. That'll give me time to research this a bit. Beyond
your problem, Mr. Higgins, this has become personal. I'll be damned if I let
someone beat me out on this." She leaned back, crushing out her cigarette then
jotting something down in her appointment book. "I would suggest that you stay
away from everyone as best you can until Friday. I know that will seem
impossible, but the less human contact you have the better. I found several
trigger words, but there's no telling how many more there are. If you have the
money, I'd suggest checking into a hotel for a few days."
I told her that that was impossible. I just did not have that kind of
money. That worried her a bit, but she did not offer to take me in either, so I
guess we would both survive. She told me to get dressed then, finally, and
reminded me to be at her office on Friday morning, promptly at eight.
I accepted it on good faith that she would indeed contact my boss, so
upon leaving her office, I left the building as well. I was almost out the door
of the main lobby when I heard someone calling my name. I turned and saw
Jennifer the receptionist running towards me.
"Mr. Higgins..." she gasped, out of breath, "I'm so glad I caught you.
Dr. Ellington thought it would be a good idea if someone saw that you made it
home in one piece. Since she has meetings all afternoon..." She shrugged, and
I smiled. I was glad that the doctor was so concerned for me, though I was
sorry that the pretty receptionist had to pay for it.
"Thanks," I said, "but that's okay...Really...I'll be fine."
Jennifer smirked, looking around the lobby at a quick glance before
turning back to me. There was no one in sight except for the security guard,
and he was absorbed in reading some magazine. Jennifer leaned in close-
"Toe..." she whispered, and I immediately fell to my knees and began
kissing her big toe. I don't know how long she let me degrade myself, but at
some point the urge left me and I was struggling to rise again. I assumed that
she said something else to break me from my task, but I do not know what. She
was wearing a huge, ear-to-ear smile in the brief instant when my eyes met hers.
Then shame made me stare at her feet again.
"That was one of the words that Tasha couldn't erase. We don't know how
many more there might be. I just want to see you home, Mr. Higgins." I sighed,
finally agreeing.
I hailed a cab and we rode uptown in relative silence. I was miserable
with my thoughts, but I found my eyes wandering occasionally to her legs and
feet. Whatever had been done to me kept me in an almost perpetual state of
lust. If Jennifer saw me snatching glances, she did not mention it, though I
noted that she did not pull her skirt down either.
I was ready to bolt from the taxi when it slowed in front of my
apartment building, but Jennifer grabbed my arm before I could open the door.
"Mr. Higgins, I know that Doc Ellington gave you her cell number, but here's
mine as well." She handed me a folded piece of paper. "Really, we...I want to
help. If you have any trouble, anything...Call me." She smiled, looking away.
I stared at the paper in my hand, then looked at her. I was not sure,
but I think she had just asked me to call her. "Okay...I promise. If I have
the slightest desire to lick feet, I'll call you."
Jennifer giggled, and I got out of the cab. I was feeling better than I
had in days as I watched the yellow taxi speed away and round the corner onto
the Avenue of the Americas. I suddenly felt that I could beat this. I could
beat whoever had done this to me. I turned, fishing for a cigarette as I walked
towards my building, not paying attention-
"Heya, Billy boy!"
I dropped my cigarette, glancing up as I felt my legs go weak. I fell
to my hands and knees, continuing forward, crawling towards the open door, and
more importantly the black leather shoes that my gaze was focused on. Somewhere
in the back of my mind I heard a scream; my own voice, which I ignored. I
sprawled on the dirty floor of the lobby of my building's entrance, grasping at
the pant cuffs of the legs before me as I lowered my face to the dusty black
shoes. My tongue strained to touch the leather as the feet tried to shuffle
back and out of my grip-
"What the fu-"
It was Wade, the Doorman...
