Dr. Crane Shows Off

Once again, Summer spent most of the day under the desk, performing demeaning acts of sexual servitude for Tara. Sometimes she worshipped Tara's pussy, and sometimes the woman's feet. She performed massages, and when Tara had to step out Summer was **** to worship her own feet. They hadn't been cleaned in a full day, but Summer hadn't walked on her feet much recently either.
The truth was that after what she'd been through, Summer was starting to feel a bit numb. So when Tara sent her to pick up lunch, she didn't much mind walking barefoot through the mall in a tank top and booty shorts. She didn't much mind kissing the Chipotle guy on the cheek. She didn't mind that she'd been told to order whatever she least wanted to eat, and give a thousand dollar tip. She took it all in stride.
Summer gave Tara her burrito bowl, then unwrapped her own nachos to-go. "Wait," Tara ordered. "I don't think yours is spicy enough." She pulled out a small bottle and poured a good amount of liquid into Summer's meal. "Eat it all. Now."
Whatever Tara had put in was incredibly powerful. One drop would have made an entire meal almost painful to eat, and Summer was scarfing down almost half a bottle. Tears streamed down her face. She could barely keep the meal down. She cried and cried as she crawled on the floor, eating the crumbs that had fallen during the painful meal. "That's what it does to your mouth," Tara said. "I want to see what it does to your eyes. Summer, lie on the table please."
Summer obeyed.
Tara was unscrewing the bottle when Dr. Crane came out of office. "Summer, I need you in my office momentarily. Wash up then come to see me." Relieved, Summer made her way to the Crane office's private bathroom and washed her face. Then she entered Dr. Crane's office.

Doctor Crane wasn't alone. He was meeting with a well-dressed man. "Summer, this is Mr. John Marcus, but you can call him sir. Marcus, I trust you recognize tv's Summer Glau."
"What was she in again?"
"Firefly, Arrow, Alphas, The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Am I forgetting anything, Summer?"
"I was in the 4400," Summer said.
"I'll have to watch that," Crane said. "Now, John, Summer is a great example of how powerful my methods can be."
"You sure have her dressing sexy."
"Oh, I have her doing a lot more than that. She's a Toe-tal slut."
Summer stopped listening, and got onto the floor. Her feet looked so good. She worshipped them, kissing and licking and sucking and biting. She pressed her soles against each other and swirled her tongue around the tiny gap between them. It felt better than being fucked. It was so good. Summer just wanted to be like this forever.
She stuck her right foot into her mouth. Pumping it in and out. She was such a good foot whore. This was her at her purest.
Left foot. She stuck her nose between her toes and inhaled hard. She could smell so much. The sweat, dirty, grime, even the phantom scent of cum.
"Of course our Summer can also be brought to Heel," Dr. Crane said.
Summer saw the light. Her role wasn't to selfishly hoard her feet. It was to use them to serve her master. She bowed before him. "I'd do anything for my master," she said, sitting cross-legged with her soles facing up. "My body, mind, and feet are are your disposal."
"Thank you, Summer. You can put your foot down now." Summer returned to her normal conscious self. She didn't make a scene or try to leave, she just sat calmly on the floor.
"Now, John," the doctor said. "This is just a small taste of the sort of thing I can do to a woman. From what I've heard, your wife would benefit from a similar treatment. We've discussed my fee, are you ready to introduce your wife to my treatment?"
"Throw in a night with the actress and we have a deal."
"John, look at me." Summer saw the businessman's face go slack. Was Crane hypnotizing him. "Summer is mine, and you will count yourself lucky to have seen even this demonstration. You will pay me in full for my hypnotherapy. You will go home and be a devoted and loving husband to your wife. Oh, also, do yourself a favor and watch Firefly. Now wake up."
"Wow, thanks doctor," the man said. "So I talk to the receptionist about paying."
"Yes," Dr. Crane said. "And if she tries anything funny, call me."