Summer's Movie

Doctor Crane was as good as his word. Just days after she joined his service, he found a role for her. She’d play the title character in the erotic thriller “The Tranquil Girl.” She would play a call-girl name Vixie who uses a mix of seduction and martial arts to rescue a building full of hostages.

Her first day on set, Summer learned that her character would spend the bulk of the film barefoot. She was ecstatic; she’d never been able to show off her sexy feet on screen before. Doctor Crane watched from the sidelines as his hypnotized movie star walked barefoot on the set, making sure she kept her performance as top-notch as her feet.

Summer had always enjoyed her job as an actress, but this new role presented several new challenges. Men talked about her on set, calling her a slut and telling her to blow them. She knew how to deal with men like that, and she left each one happier than she’d found him.

Then there was the money. Summer earned more money on this movie than she’d ever made before. Doctor Crane was **** to take his **** aside and explain that she wouldn’t be able to handle that much money, and it would be better for everyone if it was deposited into his personal account. **** Summer felt relieved she had such a smart Master looking out for her.

And of course, there was the movie’s final climactic scene. Vixie would masturbate with her feet while the music swelled and audience- hopefully- cheered. The day before they were supposed to shoot, Summer realized she couldn’t do it. She was an actress. She couldn’t be seen orgasm before an audience of millions.

Doctor Crane took her aside. “Look into my eyes,” he said. Summer instantly obeyed. “Drop into a trance,” he instructed. The world faded as Summer’s conscious mind slipped away. “Do you feel uncomfortable about this scene?” he asked.

“Yes,” the **** said mindlessly.

“Do you understand that I want you to do this?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What matters more,” Doctor Crane asked. “What Summer wants, what Master wants?”

“What Master wants,” the **** said instantly.

“What you want doesn’t matter at all, does it?”

“No, Master.”

“Say it.”

“What I want doesn’t matter at all,” she repeated like a good slavegirl.

“Excellent.”

When the director called ‘Action,’ **** Summer put her toes in her pussy and began to masturbate for the show. She wanted to stop, she didn’t want to orgasm in front of these people. But she knew that she was a silly slavegirl and what she wanted didn’t matter. She focused on what would please her Master and let the music guide her

All too soon, the climax arrived. You could hear a pin drop on the set as the girl’s body quivered and her toes curled in utter bliss.

The director called “Cut!” and the crew erupted in applause. That was a wrap on shooting. Summer stepped off the set, her toes still damp with her own juices. "Lick them clean," her Master ordered.