Summer the Sexy Dancer

One night, Summer got a message from Doctor Crane. He wanted her to meet him at a club. She was to wear something revealing, and show up barefoot.

When Summer arrived at the address, she could tell it was no normal nightclub. It was a fetish club, one that catered to all kinds of kinks. She spotted her Master across the room, dressed to the nines, and walked over to him

"Welcome," he said, taking her hand in his. "I have something special planned for you tonight. Follow me.

He led Summer to a stage. On it was a pole reaching all the way to ceiling. "Tonight, you're going to show off your feet," Doctor Crane said. "We'll start with a simple act. Climb the pole and show off your body and your feet. I'll let you choose the music.

Summer was a little nervous, but excited too. She'd never done anything like this before. But she trusted Doctor Crane would make it special. She climbed the pole, and the music started

Summer moved to the music, dancing and twirling, spinning and swaying. Her feet mesmerized the crowd. They were smooth and graceful, and backed by her curves, they stole the show

When the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause. Summer bowed and thanked them, then looked to Doctor Crane for approval. He gave her a nod of approval.

“Strip,” came a voice from the crowd.

Summer’s eyes widened. That wasn't Doctor Crane's voice. She looked around, but no one looked back at her

“Strip,” the voice came again

Summer looked to Doctor Crane, but he only nodded. He wanted her to do it. Taking a deep breath, she began to strip, slowly and sensually. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down. The crowd roared when they saw her lingerie.

Summer smiled, feeling like a sexy footslave. The audience began throwing money as she danced and showed off her feet. Summer new it didn’t belong to her. She was Dr. Crane’s hypnotic ****, all her possessions belonged to him. When the dance was over, the naked hypnoslave gathered the money and presented it to her Master

“Good girl,” he said. “I think this may become a regular occurrence. Would you like that, my pet?”

Summer nodded enthusiastically at her Master’s suggestion.