Foot down again

"Let's see you once again put your Foot down."
Summer didn't stop the foot worship at once. It took her a few seconds. But when she did, she was livid. This man, this hypnotist, had made her do that. He controlled her.
Summer thought about making a run for it. But she was on the ground, and the door was far away. He could trigger her again before she made it.
"You're being awfully quiet," Dr. Crane observed. "Foot got your tongue?"
Summer got up unsteadily. "Sorry, it's just a lot to process. You see... that's always been a fantasy of mine. And now it's happening."
Dr. Crane smiled. One thing he'd learned in his profession was that more than a few powerful women secretly craved the hypnotic domination of a man.
"Could you do me a favor?" Summer asked.
"Absolutely," the hypnotist said.
"Could I... give you a kiss."
Dr. Crane couldn't believe his luck. "Of course," he said.
Summer smiled, walked towards the handsome hypnotist- and punched him in the windpipe.