[F4A] Brainwashed for my own feet?!?!?
Hi there!
If your eye was caught by the title, then you may be perfect for this roleplay (or chat, if you'd prefer). I want to focus on feet and mental transformation!
First, in terms of feet, I like sweaty, smelly, but clean feet, if that makes sense. No dirty soles. I like all kinds of footwear, socks, stockings, and accessories. I like womens feet and my own feet (mainly for the humiliation/degrading aspect) but not too into mens feet.
Kinks: Hypnosis, mind break, mind control, IQ loss/dumbification, addiction, clothing control, sleep play, mental transformations, smells, etc
*Important:* When you message me, please tell me about your character, any ideas you may have and your kinks/limits. Without these things in your message, I will not roleplay with you
Now, onto the prompt:
"I've been feeling wonderful, doctor. Sleeping better and less anxious ever since I've started seeing you for hypnotherapy." I tell you with a smile.
I sit across from you in a short sleeve blouse, a black pencil skirt, and skin tone nylon panythose leading to my open toed black silettos. My new sapphire blue pedicure glimmers under the light. I can see you ogling my feet. It used to bother me, but rather than it being unprofessional, I now see it is flattering.
"I'm glad to hear that, Christine. Why don't we continue then. Let's pick up where we left off. You recall we were talking about you wanting to feel more *[Soleful]*, right?" Your voice penatrates my mind and my eyes dim, my body goes limp and like a robot I slip my feet out of my heels and display them for you on the table in front of you. My soles are facing you. My soft arches look like pillows under the slick nylon now damp with foot sweat. The smell that radiates off them is sharp and pungent and quickly fills your office. "Now we can truly begin, can't we, *[Foot Whore]*?"
I wake up late, as I always do, groggy but throughly relaxed. You're zipping up your fly and my legs are still stretched out before me with my feet still on the table only now I can feel something wet on my soles. I see a familiar liquid on them and instinctively bring my foot up to my mouth to lick my nylon soles clean.
"See you next week, Christine?"
"I can't wait, doctor!"
*(Therapist patient roleplay where you make me addicted to my feet and other women's. Therapist can be a man or a women)*