A Trip to the Doctor's Office

It wasn't really a bad smell. It was a feet smell. I had smelled worse in the past and clearly she wasn't running around on her feet all day as much as the nurses were. I also couldn't help but notice that while she observed my actions she also cupped her toes around my nose and wiggled them upon my face.

I then put out my tongue and began to lick her foot. This wasn't anything new for me, but it may have been for her. She was not fully prepared and her foot jerked reflexively as my tongue first made contact. But then she relaxed and let my tongue do its work, moving around the ball of her foot and under her toes.

This went on and on as my tongue did its familiar work. With her hose on I wasn't able to fully get my tongue between her toes but I'm sure it made an impression on her. My tongue also played along the tips of her toes and I made a few quick passes from one end to the other, like running the keys on a piano.

All of this took place in a span of about a minute, but time had slowed, at least for me, and I felt it had slowed as much or more for the good doctor. She seemed to have forgotten Doreen entirely as she experienced my tongue on her foot. But before appearing to be enjoying this too much she came back to the present.

"Okay David, you may stop that now."

I recalled what Doreen had said about how I wouldn't listen to the doctor, only her. I decided it was best for me and my balls if I continued despite the doctor's request.

"David. Can you hear me? I said that's enough."

"David you must stop that."

It was Doreen interceding and this time I did stop. Then I slowly sat back on my haunches, my eyes still fixed on the doctor's foot. The doctor may have been reluctant at this strange request, but I felt she had liked the sensation and was now more willing to go along with Doreen and her ideas. And Doreen was ready for more.

"Well doctor I was afraid of that. What other tests can we do? I really need to know more about his condition."

At this time I think the doctor was wrestling with herself about how far to take this, but her resistance was breaking down. Then she had an idea. She removed her other shoe and placed both her feet flat on the floor next to each other.

"I noticed he went for the sole of both your foot and mine. Let's try something different. David, what would you like to do now?"

I waited for just a moment, much as before, and then I returned to my hands and knees and bent my head down and began kissing her feet. After several kisses on her toes and the tops of her feet I once again put out my tongue and ran it between her toes as much as I could.

"Well it isn't just the soles then, it does seem to be the entire foot; though he seems more interested in the toes."

I was still working my tongue as she spoke since Doreen had not instructed me otherwise. The doctor then pulled back one foot and then put the sole in front of me. I switched to the sole of her foot and continued much as I had done before.

She then slowly began to raise her foot, and I followed her with my tongue. I was about to have to come up off my hands when she slid her foot along my face such that her heel ended up covering my lips. She twisted it left and right, and then I opened wide and took her heel into my mouth. Again this wasn't new to me as I had sucked and licked Doreen's heel many times.

The doctor's heel felt somewhat softer than Doreen's but was still harder than the doctor's sole and even the ball of her foot. After the doctor stopped moving her foot as much, allowing me to do as I will, I positioned her heel in my mouth and then squeezed the sides in with my teeth.

The doctor responded with an involuntary 'ooh' sound, quickly explaining to Doreen what I was doing and how it felt like a massage on her tight, tired heel. Doreen of course agreed and mentioned that my fetish did have some benefits.

This time the doctor allowed herself more time with my face and tongue. In the spirit of discovery her feet began to play with my face and mouth. She watched me closely, taking mental notes if not writing anything down. Her toes pinched and pulled my cheeks. She lightly slapped the side of my face with her sole. She once rested the balls of her feet across my eyes, finding a comfortable fit in my eye sockets.

Eventually she asked Doreen to make me stop and she pulled her feet away. I think by this point the doctor would have been content to go on much longer, but she still had to maintain a professional appearance or at least some semblance.

The doctor was probably trying to come up with a way for this whole experience to continue when Doreen made another comment.

"So we know he likes your feet as well. But this isn't really conclusive. We are of similar age and we are only two women. Do you have anyone else we can bring in to test him further?"

Oh God. Doreen was trying to expand this to yet another female. The doctor was just one other woman and I had expected to be humiliated in front of someone. Also I felt the doctor would be discrete, and in a strange sense, my secret would not get out. But having already performed for this other woman, Doreen was trying to bring someone else into the picture.

It would be hard to imagine if two women shared in my slavery, that they wouldn't discuss this afterwards at least among themselves. And more likely and frightening, they would talk amongst other coworkers about that strange man that came in and licked their feet.

While these thoughts played over my mind, the doctor had made a decision. She had been won over by Doreen and was both curious and eager for this to continue. She slipped her shoes back on and assured us she would only be gone for a minute.

"Wait here and I'll be right back. I have an idea. Oh, and call me Janet."

And thus Janet left and Doreen smiled. I was afraid the good doctor was becoming more willing to follow Doreen's lead. I feared what was coming next and waited anxiously as the minutes ticked by.

5 Chapter 5: Nurse Nancy

When the doctor returned a young nurse stepped into the room behind her. She was probably even younger than me. I had no idea what the doctor had already told her and I felt my face turn red just from her presence in the room. The doctor then made introductions.

"This is Nancy and she has agreed to help us. Doreen if you could take a seat in the chair over there, I would like Nancy to sit on the table with her legs stretched out to the end."

So far Nancy showed no knowledge of what she was or wasn't aware of. This young blonde just smiled and waited for Doreen to move to the chair. Then she hopped up onto the table and swung her legs around so that her shoes were just over the edge at the end.

"Now David, if you would just come over here, you can kneel right here facing the nurse."

I was kneeling when Nancy came into the room so she didn't question as I got up, went to the spot on the floor and kneeled facing her. She did look curious and excited about what was to come but I still couldn't guess what she knew.

"Now Nancy, if you could just remove one of your shoes and let us observe David's reaction."

She was not only young, she was flexible. She leaned forward keeping her legs straight as she undid the laces of one shoe. They were classic white nurse shoes, and under them she had on white hose of some kind. She pulled off the shoe and let it drop to the floor with an audible clunk.

Here it was. The time had come. I was about to show this nurse what I had become. This time my hesitation was more from my own fear than any desire to play a role for Doreen. But I knew I had no choice, and so, slowly I leaned into the young girl's foot.

This, however, was quite different from the experience with the doctor. Before I even leaned in I could smell the stink of her feet, but with my nose pressed to her foot, the odor seemed to crawl inside my nose and down my throat.

I suppose it makes sense as the nurses no doubt did more running around in the course of the day and more physical work, lifting things, getting supplies, helping patients, and cleaning, but I was still unprepared for this mix of sweat and smell. I was only at her foot for a moment before I had to pull back for fresher air.

"Sorry, I suppose my feet must really stink."

The nurse may have been a little embarrassed by the odor of her feet, but that was nothing compared to my previous embarrassment and what was to come. Doreen quickly reassured the girl and at the same time made me cringe.

"Don't worry darling, I'm sure David loves your feet more than he hates the smell. In fact I think he likes them the more fragrant they are and he'll probably just spend more time sniffing your foot."

I couldn't see from my position on the floor, but I could just imagine Doreen and the doctor exchanging conspiratorial glances. Even if the doctor hadn't been completely won over, Doreen was surely having her fun with me.

I braced myself and leaned in once again. Nothing had changed. The aroma was still overpowering and I felt sure the other women in the room must be able to smell this foot, if not as overwhelmingly as I could.

Then in a great act of will, I took a deep breath. I kept from coughing but I couldn't keep my eyes from watering. I opened my mouth to get a few fresher breaths, but that didn't help much as it was already inside me and I felt like I was getting an early taste of her foot.

"Don't be surprised if he holds your foot to his face and tries to sniff out all the odor."

Doreen again, giving me instructions, though at this point I don't know that she needed to hide her intentions. The nurse, while she may have been shocked when I came back to her foot, showed no signs of withdrawing her foot or questioning what was happening in this small room.

To the contrary, she watched me with a look of fascination and was eager for me to continue. A big smile crossed her face, broken by a giggle, as I put my hands around her foot, holding it close against my nose, and inhaled deeply.

I did this two more times, and felt myself becoming a little dizzy. I pulled my face back but still held her sweaty foot in my hands. The doctor decided to take a turn and I felt I had lost all chance of her being on my side when she next spoke.

"Now David really seems to enjoy licking and tasting feet Nancy, so you shouldn't be surprised if he tries to take your foot in his mouth and suck all your toes at once."

I hesitated for a moment, waiting in vain for Doreen to step in and offer instructions of her own, but she did not. Both women were now using me as their plaything. I looked into Nancy's eyes pleading with her to do something, to say something to save me from this spiraling nightmare.

But she offered no such hope. No she was having much too much fun with this little experiment and she apparently liked the idea of me putting her foot in my mouth. It was two against one, but I was already feeling that it wouldn't be long before Nancy joined in more fully with 'suggestions' of her own.

I readied myself and for a split second thought about my options. Doreen could still zap my balls if necessary, but even without that threat there were three women in the room who would band together, and it would be them against me and any resistance in any form would go poorly for me.

Thus I slid my hands down closer to her ankle, and with one hand cupping her heel, I brought Nancy's sweaty, stinky, stocking foot into my mouth. It was quite an assault against my mouth. The taste of her foot was not only felt on my tongue, but within seconds I had swallowed a combination of my saliva and the exertions of her foot from earlier that day.

Now I had sniffed Doreen's feet when they had a somewhat unpleasant aroma. And I had licked her feet when they were a little sweaty before. But that was not her usual treatment of me and this was a much greater concentration than I had ever endured.

And to add to my humiliation and discomfort, Nancy's toes suddenly became alive in my mouth. I found myself thinking how she hadn't really been moving her toes before. When I had been sniffing her foot, the toes were just an inanimate part of the landscape.

But now that had changed. Whether she felt a new freedom from what I had done or thought her actions would be hidden from view, either way her toes began to move at the back of my throat.

They spread out in all directions and I found myself gagging. I pulled her foot back out and tried to clear my throat. But I knew this couldn't be the end. Before any harsh command or pain, I put her foot back in my mouth. Again her toes went to action but I kept them from the end of my throat. No doubt they were dancing at the line of my gag reflex.

I wasn't gagging now, but I was more aware of her toes working around in my mouth. I was thankful she didn't have long toenails and I figured the hose helped slightly to protect me from cuts to the inside of my cheeks. Still I could feel faint scratching on my cheeks, tongue, gums, and roof of my mouth. Nancy wanted to get the most from this moment.

It was hard to keep track of time, but I would guess I spent five minutes sucking the sweat from Nancy's foot while her toes abused my mouth. I don't think there was any space her toes hadn't touched. Finally we both seemed to sense it was time to remove her foot from my mouth. I sat there for a few moments, catching my breath and wondering how long I would be able to taste her foot.

But of course it was not over. I was given but a brief respite when the doctor asked the nurse to remove her other shoe. It should be expected I know, but I so had to focused on the moment just to get through it, that I hadn't considered doing it all again with her other foot.

The nurse however removed her shoe in record time, and this time her toes wiggled and danced in the air, expectant of my nose and the mouth that would eventually follow. It was to be a replay of her first foot, but Doreen and the doctor hadn't tired of the show.

Minutes ticked away as I inhaled her foot odor anew. I sucked and swallowed more of her sweat and I had strange, dark wonderings about how many ounces of sweat her feet could produce in a day's time. And I tried not to think about how sweaty Doreen's feet could become if she decided she had found a new game. But then I found myself with another concern when Nancy spoke.

"He certainly appears to have a craving for feet, but I feel like my hose may just be getting in the way. Should I remove them so he can experience my feet bare?"

Up to this point the only bare foot I had licked was Doreen's in her initial explanation of my condition. Now Nancy, a young girl who as far as I was concerned was an extra in our little private play, was suggesting I needed to experience another pair of bare feet. And Janet was quick to agree.

"Oh Nancy, would that be possible? It would help us to better understand David's condition and may help to keep him calm and satisfied."

"Sure doctor. I'm just wearing knee-highs. It's no trouble at all."

She hadn't even finished her reply before the young nurse began rolling her white hose down her leg. She struggled slightly pulling it over and off her ankle and heel but within a few short seconds I had a fresh outpouring of her foot odor and could see some of the dried sweat as she wiggled her toes scant inches from my face and nose.

She smiled at me mischievously and then removed the hose from her other foot. At this point I was beginning to wonder who in the room I should be more worried about. Clearly I had an idea of what Doreen was capable of, but now Dr. Henderson, Janet, seemed fully onboard, and the young Nancy didn't seem to have the reservations of an older, respected professional and was all too quick to make this fun for herself.

Nevertheless, I was now about to be even more familiar with Nancy's feet. While I could hope things might change I had no real reason to expect any sort of rescue. Doreen sealed my doom when next she spoke.

"Nancy you may need to brace yourself. His tongue between your toes can be rather ticklish. But when he sucks on your toes, as he is sure to do, you may find it rather relaxing."

Now I knew her toes were going to play inside my mouth and roam over my teeth and tongue, but now I also knew I was to use my tongue between her toes and be an active player. And licking the sweat from between her toes wasn't even enough. Doreen wanted me to suck on those sweaty tootsies as well.

The look of glee on Nancy's face was a sure sign she was looking forward to feeling my tongue among her toes and the idea of me sucking her toes got her rather excited if not relaxed. Still she wasn't going to refuse such a treatment from me and I doubted if she even bothered to question why this was all happening.

For my part, I took a deep breath. It wasn't a show of my need for her foot odor, it was just taking a moment to prepare myself for what was to come. I knew it was all going to be a magnification of what I had already endured. I was going to be her personal foot-sweat remover.

I took a second deep breath but I didn't dare hesitate any longer. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tips of her toes before bringing them all into my mouth. I focused on her toes and my tongue scooped the wet and dried sweat found there. It was force of will at times to swallow but I did so. I would pull her foot from my mouth but only for a moment before putting one or more of her toes back in my mouth to receive my tongue.

Nancy was enjoying my work. I tried to focus on her feet and kept my eyes closed for the most part, but when I looked up at her I could see a big grin on her face and she was biting her lower lip. She also could have raised some alarm as I noticed her hand absently cupping her breast and slightly squeezing it through her nurse's uniform.

Even if one of the other women in the room noticed and for some reason brought it to her attention, she couldn't possibly become more embarrassed than I already was. As Doreen, Janet, and Nancy watched me, all while Nancy felt my tongue on her toes, I couldn't help but think of how my day had gone so far.

Yes Doreen had turned me into her personal foot slave. Yes it was likely to be a permanent position and I did imagine my servitude might progress over the years. But here I was licking another woman's foot. And I was doing it with an audience. I knew Doreen had set it all in motion but the other two women in the room didn't know that. And I'm not sure it really would have mattered. What got me here was somewhat irrelevant. All three women could now witness my abasement as I slaved away over Nancy's feet.

I was beginning to feel beads of perspiration on my brow, not from my exertions, but from the burning shame of what I was doing in this small room. And yet I knew I couldn't stop. I simply had to make the best of it. So I removed her foot from my mouth and kissed away the saliva that threatened to drip from her toes. And then I began again on her other foot.

I had barely begun on Nancy's second foot when I heard some stirring behind me. It was Janet and she sounded a little conflicted. Not about what I was doing in the room which I felt was primarily entertainment for them, but she was reluctant to leave and yet she wanted to keep this strange party going.

"Doreen if you don't mind I'm going to let you continue to observe and you can direct Nancy as you see fit. I'm going to step out for a moment. I think for such an unusual case I need to get a second opinion. I won't be long."

Of course Doreen agreed and I'm sure she felt victorious. I don't know what she was hoping for today but I had already gone further than I had expected when the morning began. I had already shown my 'fetish' in front of two other women and even given an extensive demonstration to one of them; a demonstration that hadn't yet concluded.