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Synopsis: A shy, embarrassed fetishist has an appointment with an understanding therapist who knows exactly what he needs. (3,350 words)
This V (Vanilla) story features:
Foot Fetish, Foot Worship, and Nylon/Pantyhose Fetish.
I picked lightly at my fingernails as I sat in the waiting room, glancing over the usual magazines and pamphlets, watching the clock tick and evaluating an incredibly generic, close up photograph of a violet. I pulled out my phone and fiddled with it for a few moments, and then put it away again and waited. The receptionist answered a call and then checked someone else in, and I thought vaguely about people with eating disorders as I stared blankly into the corner.
After a minute or so the door to the hallway opened and my name was called, and I looked up to see a tall, beautiful woman with straight, shoulder-length, dark blonde hair and soft, kind green eyes. I hadn’t imagined she would be so attractive, but she was, and she had a nice smile and a presence that put me at ease. I crossed the room towards her and she held out her hand and introduced herself as Christina.
She invited me to follow her down the hall to her office, and I couldn’t help looking down the back of her black, floral blouse and her tan pants to her shiny, fashionable taupe high heels stepping along the coarse industrial carpeting. I averted my eyes quickly and looked at the blank, cream-colored walls as we walked. She apologized for the construction on the way into the building, and I told her it was no big deal, realizing I hadn’t really given it any thought at all.
We turned the corner and she opened up the door. Her office had softer lighting than the hallway, and I was glad to see there were no trite sayings or so-called ‘motivational’ posters on the walls. It was a standard office with nothing for decoration except a few photos of sunflowers and some drawings pasted to the small filing cabinet next to the desk, and a couple of lamps, and, of course, a box of tissues.
She ushered me in and indicated the chair opposite the one by her desk, and I sat down as she began.
“Well thank you for coming in today, I’m glad for us to be able to meet.”
We talked for a minute about her background and the range of techniques and methods she uses in her practice, and about how often we thought we should meet and the way she likes to schedule appointments, and then we segued into talking about the reason I was there.
“So what brings you in today?”
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