Brought to Heel

"I think it's time you were brought to Heel," the hypnotist said.
Summer stopped her foot worship. She knelt on all fours, bowing to her master. "I am your foot ****," she said. "Please use me however you want. I live to serve you."
"How cute," Dr. Crane said. "Why don't you start by getting on your back, with your feet in the air?"
**** Summer obeyed. She got on her back, and lifted her feet so her master could see them. "Like this master? Do you want me to curl my toes for you?"
"Yes, thank you." Dr. Crane said. What a thoughtful foot **** he had. He walked closer to her. He stood above her, staring at her soles.
"Please play with my feet, master," Summer mewled.
"Of, if you insist," Dr. Crane said. He grabbed them, one in each hand. They were still wet from Summer's self-worship session. He bent down and started to make them even wetter.
Summer moaned in pleasure when her master bit her toes. She hadn't been programmed to do that. That was all her. A true natural.
"This feels so good, Master."