The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jack’s Story

Jack was nervous. But, then again, that was nothing new. He was always nervous, especially when it came to delving into his secret fetish. It didn’t help matters that this was only his fifth real date with Emily in the last six months, and despite some really good chemistry between them—not to mention some really awesome, really good sex—he was really nervous about revealing this aspect of himself. It had ruined his last relationship, after all. And he really, REALLY liked Emily. He didn’t want to screw this up.

A knock at the door drew his attention, and he sprang to his feet, rushing over to greet his girlfriend. “Ah, um, h-hey, Em,” he said, forcing a grin as the lovely young woman stepped inside his apartment. “You’re looking really nice tonight. H... how was work?” he asked as she walked past him to the couch.

“Uhhh... work. I don’t wanna talk about it,” the lovely pixie-cut blonde replied, leaning back into the couch. With a deep sigh, she kicked off her heels, lifting her stocking-covered feet up onto the coffee table. A rather unseemly habit, but Jack had told her multiple times that he didn’t mind, and to feel free to make herself comfortable whenever she came to visit. She wiggled her newly freed toes briskly, luxuriating in the sensation. “Man, that feels good. I swear, Mr. Franklin is trying to literally work us to death. It’s bad enough having to maintain ‘standard office attire’,” she said, making finger quotes, “even though we’re still just running a skeleton crew right now. But the long ten-hour days, and all the extra legwork, going up and down the different floors to deliver messages back and forth... I was brought in as a part of management, not to serve as a glorified secretary!”

Jack merely nodded idly, his mouth suddenly very dry. Rather than the story, he found his attention held by the pair of delicate feet placed primly before him. His fetish, his obsession, kicked into high gear, causing his manhood to surge to life. His fingers tingled slightly with the urge to grab and caress her lovely bared soles, and with an effort, he clenched his hands into fists and forced himself to focus back on her words. “...hardly feels like I’m the head of my division,” she continued on, shaking her head. “Seriously, it’s more like being a ‘gopher’, too busy bringing people files and reports to do my own actual work.”

“Yeah, that... uh... that sucks,” Jack said awkwardly. Emily gave him a glance, eyebrow raised at the fact that he was still standing beside the couch instead of sitting next to her. He swallowed again. “So, Em... how would you like...” he said faltering. A nice relaxing foot massage, he intended to say, the words getting stuck in his throat. “—something to drink?” he said hurriedly, filling the uncomfortable pause with the first thing he could think of.

Emily glanced at him again. “Um... yeah, sure,” she replied with a shrug. “A Diet Coke, if you have it,” she added.

In the kitchen, Jack mentally kicked himself. Gaaah! Stupid! C’mon man... get a grip! I practiced that speech a dozen times earlier today! he lamented. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. Okay. Just relax, Jack. This doesn’t need to be a big deal. You’re just going to sit down and have a calm discussion about some... adult issues. And... talk about those issues... like to normal... adults... Sighing inwardly, grabbing the glass of Diet Coke, he returned to the living room.

Returning a moment later, he handed Emily her drink, then sat down next to her. “Mmmm... oh man, thank you,” she said taking a deep drink. “That really hit the spot. So... what’s up? Are we doing movie night tonight, or what?”

“Uh... m-maybe later,” Jack murmured, clearing his throat. “First, Em... I, uh... I wan... no, need to talk to you about something, please.”

“Need to talk, hmm?” she asked, eyebrow raised again. She pulled her feet down flat onto the floor, sitting up. “Okay, this sounds serious. So.... what’s going on?”

“Um,” he began, biting his lip, trying to think of how best to broach the subject, before sighing inwardly and taking the plunge. “I wanted to talk to you about sex!” he blurted out. Emily blinked, gaping at him. “Uh... I mean... shit, I’m doing this all wrong,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Look... I just... things with you have been great. Awesome, even! I mean... I’ve had some really good times with you. And... I’m assuming you’ve had fun with me too?” he asked, hesitantly.

“Well, I have no complaints so far,” she said cautiously. Jack was definitely acting strange. He was always a bit high-strung, but today he seemed even more wound up than usual. He said he wanted to talk about sex, though, right? Is he... is he about to break up with me? she wondered. Am I being dumped? Is he about to come out of the closet, or something? Oh god... how could I ever live this down...

“I just thought,” Jack pushed forward, “we should talk about... um... kinks. You know... sexual kinks?”

“Ooohhhh,” Emily sighed softly, nodding. Okay, that’s a bit less nerve-wracking. He just wants to get a little freaky, then. That’s fine. I can deal with that... as long as it’s nothing too weird... Aloud, she asked, “Well, that’s cool, I guess. I mean, we all have our own little fetishes. So, what kind of kinks are we talking about here? What is it you’re into, Jack?”

Blushing a particularly bright scarlet, This was the moment of truth. “I... uh... I like... feet,” he said softly, head down.

“Excuse me? I couldn’t quite hear you. What do you like?”

“I like... feet,” he said a bit louder, finally managing to meet her eyes. “Women’s feet. I... I like pretty, soft, clean, and well cared for feet. They... turn me on,” he said awkwardly.

Emily couldn’t help but gape at him. “So... you have a foot fetish?” she said slowly, trying hard to keep the disbelief off her face. Oh great. It’s one of the really weird ones, she thought dimly, suddenly hyper-aware of her bare uncovered feet on the floor. “Okay. Well... that’s not what I expected,” she admitted. “But still... it’s not THAT bad. I mean... it’s not MY thing, at all,” she said lightly, “but I guess I’m willing to at least... try it out? See how it works?”

“Really?” Jack asked, face lighting up. Emily winced slightly; she hadn’t figured out until then how much this weird foot thing actually meant to him. “You’re willing to let me... introduce you to what I like?” he asked hopefully.

“Sure,” she nodded, weakly, still managing a smile. “Why not. And maybe then we can talk a bit about what I’m into as well—”

“Then go ahead and tell me,” Jack said, sitting back, nodding eagerly. “Tell me what your fetish is. I mean, if you’re willing to give mine a try, the least I can do is give yours a try as well.”

Emily sat back, chagrined. “Huh,” she murmured, the proverbial shoe now on the other foot, she was somewhat hesitant to simply blurt out her own shameful kink. Sighing, she decided to come clean, and tell him. “Okay, fine. I’m... into Dominance,” she replied succinctly as if that explained it all. Jack merely blinked at her. “You know... D and s? Dominance and submission?” she added, frowning slightly.

“Um... so you... you want to dominate me?” Jack asked, confused.

“What? NO! Of course not!” Emily replied heatedly. “Just the opposite. I want to BE dominated!” She paused and took a breath. “I want someone, a strong-willed person, preferably a man, to put me in my place... to make me submit to him and serve him in any way he desires.”

Jack couldn’t help but gape at her, his mind trying to wrap itself around what he was being told. “Um... I... b-but,” he s[uttered helplessly, “I mean... Emily, you’re one of the strongest, most opinionated, and stubborn women I know! Hell, you’re always talking about your job, how everyone there are like a bunch of babies that you have to constantly guide and monitor just to get anything done!”

“Exactly!” Emily replied, nodding. “That’s my point! I’m always the boss, always in charge, always micromanaging everyone and everything, making sure things run smoothly! I’m always ‘on’,” she lamented with a sigh, “when what I really want is to be ‘off’.” She closed her eyes, leaning back into the couch. “I’m a submissive at heart,” she continued after a moment. “I’d love nothing more in the world than to simply shut down... to turn my mind off and just... relax. To slip into subspace and just be an obedient thrall, serving my Dom, and letting him have his way with me.” She opened her eyes. “But... as you pointed out, I’m stubborn and opinionated, and... kind of a brat. I can’t just... submit to someone, even when I want to. I need someone strong-willed to MAKE me submit.” She paused, licking her lips. “And... I’m hoping you’re the man to make me do it, Jack.”

“Uhhhh,” the dark-haired man uttered, his brain sputtering, skipping like a needle on a scratched record. She... wants to be dominated? And she wants ME to dominate her? he thought frantically. I can’t... there’s no way! I... I wouldn’t know what to do! I’m always too lost in my own head to make a single decision, let alone make ALL the decisions for someone else! And... what does it mean to ‘dominate’her anyway? Do I have to beat her? Whip her? Spank her? I’m... not okay with hurting someone. Especially someone I care about. Um... I mean, I can see if she was into it or something... like a pain slut. But I don’t even know if that’s her thing! And... what if I’m no good at it? Oh man... so much pressure...

“Jack?” she prompted him again, causing him to gasp, bringing him back to the here and now. “Hey, I know this is a bit much,” she said, her smile fading. “If you aren’t into this, it’s fine. We don’t have to—”

“N-no!” Jack said quickly, standing up, reaching down to take her hands. “No, no, it’s... it’s fine! Really. I was just... surprised, that’s all. And... y-yeah, I think... um... yeah, we can... I can give it a try?” he managed. “After all, you are willing to try my fetish... the least I can do is try yours as well.” Letting out a breath, he pulled her up from the couch. “Let’s go back to the bedroom. I’m sure once we relax a little and get into it, it’ll just come naturally. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

It was not fine.

To call it an unmitigated disaster would be an understatement. Few things ruin a sexual encounter more than knowing your partner isn’t into it... the exception being when either or both partners try and force the issue, hoping it will get better. Emily’s reticence about having her bare feet fondled and played with only raised Jack’s anxiety, making him self-conscious, causing him to second guess himself. Which, of course, completely destroyed his attempt at playing the dominant role with Emily. Attempting to salvage things, he’d brusquely demanded that she give him a ‘foot job’, to stroke him off with her feet... a command that annoyed and disgusted Emily. She refused, vocally, and when Jack, figuring that she was just being stubborn, reared back and spanked her hard on the ass, she responded by punching him square in the jaw, hard enough to knock him off the bed.

Needless to say, when she stormed out of his apartment a few minutes later, he wasn’t confident of seeing her or hearing from her again.

Jack sat in his empty bedroom for some time, staring at the walls, rubbing his sore jaw, wondering how it had all fallen apart. Looking back at it after the fact, he could clearly see that he’d freaked her out. He’d meant to ease her into the whole foot worship thing slowly and gently... but having lived with it for his entire life, after being shut down by so many other women, and finally having someone actually give him a chance... he’d rushed it. He’d overplayed his hand, letting his enthusiasm get the better of him. And when she’d showed her revulsion, pulling back, he’d... panicked.

Maybe I should have started the whole thing with HER kink in mind, he mused sullenly. If I’d started off as the one in charge from the beginning, then maybe... but no. That’s just not me. Hell, she told me I was the most pitiful excuse for a Dom she’d ever met. I obviously couldn’t give her what she wanted... and she couldn’t handle giving me what I needed. He sighed mournfully, head sinking into his hands. Damn. I really really liked her. No... more than that. I think... I think maybe I loved her. And I just screwed everything up. No way she’ll talk to me now. Why would she want to stay with someone who obviously can’t fulfill her needs?

Needless to say, Jack was in a seriously depressed mood over the next several days. His friends and co-workers noticed, and called him out on it, but he was reluctant to explain. It was on the third day when Matt, his friend from accounting, pulled him aside and forced him to spill the beans.

“It’s Emily,” he said, finally, his voice tinged with regret. “We had a... fight. And I’m pretty sure we’re broken up now...”

“Pretty sure?” Matt asked, surprised. “Sorry, man, but in every relationship I’ve ever had, and every fight I’ve been in, you always KNOW when you’re done, and when you’re not. C’mon man... what happened? You and Emily always seemed so good together.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, feeling even worse. “You know, Matt... for a while, I thought maybe... maybe she was the one, yanno? I mean... she’s smart and funny, and beautiful, and sexy... and... well, we just clicked, yanno?”

“Sounds to me like you’re still into her,” Matt observed drily. “So, why haven’t you tried apologizing to her? You should be talking to the girl instead of moping for the past three days.”

“I’ve tried! She’s refusing to take my calls. And I’m blocked on Facebook as well.” Jack groaned. “And... even if she did agree to talk to me, what could I even say to her? A simple apology wouldn’t fix the cause of the problem anyway.”

“And... what exactly IS the problem?” Matt persisted. “What did you two fight about that was so bad that she won’t even speak to you now?” His eyes narrowed. “Did she catch you cheating on her or something?”

Jack blinked. “What? No! Of course not! I’d never cheat on Emily!” he protested heatedly, before sighing again. “But.... well, the issue was sexual...” Embarrassed, but honestly wanting to vent to someone who might understand, he explained what happened that night, about revealing his kink to her, and her to him... and the disastrous response when they tried to put them into practice. To his credit, Matt listened carefully, not laughing at him or judging him at all. And when Jack finished, he sat there for a long moment, considering.

“You know, Jack,” he said softly, glancing around, assuring that they were still alone, “the solution to your problem is pretty obvious.”

“Oh? What’s that? Give up on love altogether and become a hermit?”

Matt shook his head, smirking. “Nothing quite so drastic, my friend. Tell me... have you seen those news reports these past few months? You know... about the rash of women going around flashing strangers in public?”

Jack frowned. “Oh yeah... I think I remember that. It was... something about some kind of weird ray gun or something? Some weird company selling sexual aids or something...”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Matt confirmed. “The company’s called, ‘Functional Equipment To Improve Sexual Happiness’... but obviously, everyone just shortens it to F.E.T.I.S.H. instead.” He chuckled. “Nice acronym. I mean, the owners of the company HAD to come up with the name knowing what their business would be involved in, right? No way that was a coincidence!” Sobering, he continued. “Anyway, I did a bit of research and found out that all of the tales about this so-called F.E.T.I.S.H. ray were true. And despite all the blowback and chaos caused by the presumed ‘victims’, they are still selling the damned things!”

“Really? But... how could they get away with openly advertising and selling a blatant mind control device to the general public?” Jack asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say it’s advertised to the general public, per se,” he admitted. “Kind of like shopping for other sex toys, like vibrators or dildos... no one really talks openly about it, but if you need one, you can find one if you ask around.”

Jack nodded, considering. “Uh-huh. And... how do you know so much about these ray guns?”

Matt’s smile turned wicked. “Well, Jack, Lisa and I weren’t always happily married you know,” he confided. “As a matter of fact, we kind of had a blowup a bit like yours a few months ago. ‘Incompatible kinks’, you could say. But, well, we both loved each other and wanted it to work, so I did some checking online... and let’s just say that little gizmo helped Lisa get past her insecurities and become a lot more open to sexual exploration.”

After that, Friday night couldn’t arrive fast enough. Jack had taken Matt’s advice with a grain of salt and done his own independent research. In the end, however, he concluded that his friend was right—that if the device indeed operated as advertised, it would indeed be just what he needed to fix things between him and Emily. Deciding to go for it, he ordered a F.E.T.I.S.H. ray of his own, balking a bit at the rather high price, but believing that working things out with Em would be worth any cost. It arrived two days later, a small cheap-looking, brightly-colored plastic gun in a nondescript box. And yet, despite its simplistic look, a thorough examination showed the device to be more intricately constructed than one would believe at first glance. He was, by trade, an electrical engineer, so he understood some of what he was seeing, and the instruction book helpfully included a diagram and schematic, though he doubted anyone without a Doctorate would be able to decipher it. It was definitely impressive, and he spent the next several days studying the instructions and familiarizing himself with exactly how it worked.

Finally, he had a game plan. All he needed to do was convince Emily to give it a second chance, to explain about the ray, and how it worked. If she was willing to let him, he could implant a foot fetish within her that, according to the book, would seem as natural to her as if it had always been a part of her psyche. Likewise, he was perfectly willing to use the ray to implant a dominance fetish into himself as well. He, however, did have his doubts about how effective it would be. Installing a sexual fascination for something was all well and good... but just because you liked something didn’t automatically make you good at it. There was every possibility that he’d end up with a raging D/s fetish, but being piss poor at it. Still... he was hopeful that with enough enthusiasm, and a willingness to try, Emily would at least work with him and help him actually improve at it.

Ah. but first things first, he chided himself, pulling out his laptop, and sliding his phone charger into the USB port, bringing up the special program he’d written. First I need to get through to Emily. And since she has me blocked on every media and phone, I’ll have to cheat the system a bit to get her to talk to me... Sighing inwardly, he ran the program and dialed Emily’s cell phone. And, after a few seconds, she picked up.

“Hello, Renee? What are you doing calling me?” Emily’s voice responded. “You should be halfway to Tahiti on the plane by now! Is something wrong?”

Jack winced. He’d cloned Emily’s sister’s number, knowing she would pick up, but hadn’t realized Renee would be flying out of the country. “Ah, um, no, Emily, it’s Jack,” he said, fighting the anxiety welling up in the pit of his stomach. “Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you. I’m sure Renee is doing just fine.”

“Jack?” He winced at the sharp tone. Emily was not happy. “What the FUCK are you doing with my sister’s phone?”

“It’s... my phone, actually,” he confessed. “I... kinda cloned her number so you would pick up, since you have my number blocked. Listen... before you hang up on me, I just wanted to say I was really REALLY sorry about last Friday—”

“Look, Jack, it’s... fine,” she said with a deep sigh. “I... might have, kinda, overreacted there at the end when I punched you. It wasn’t your fault. We were both kind of... under a lot of stress there. But even though I’m not mad at you anymore, I don’t really want to talk to you right now.” She sighed again. “It’s obvious that we’re... just not made for each other, okay? We both have... vastly different needs. Things that we both want and expect out a relationship that the other is... just not qualified to give...”

“But... what if we were?” Jake asked her.

“What does that mean?”

“I... did a lot of thinking about that night. About what went wrong. And... I had an idea.” He paused briefly, before once more plunging in. “I found something that will help with our... incompatibility problem. I know, I know, I’m asking a lot. But I just want one more chance at this! Please... come over this Friday. Let me show you what I have in mind... and if it doesn’t work, if it doesn’t convince you, then I swear I’ll leave you alone and never bother you again.”

Emily scowled, considering. She was dubious that some manual or sex aid could fix their issues with each other. Still... Jack had been a pretty great boyfriend up until now... and if nothing else, she felt she owed him one more try before simply walking away. And well... I was really into the guy, she admitted to herself. If only he had more of a backbone, he’d be perfect. Still... I guess it did take some pretty big balls to crack the security on my phone just to talk to me. Maybe... maybe this could work after all...

“Alright,” she said simply. “One more try. I owe you that. So... I’ll see you Friday after work.”

“Okay! Great! Thanks, Em! I promise you... you won’t regret it!” Jack assured her.

“Yeah, well... we’ll see,” she replied dubiously, before disconnecting.

“Well,” Emily stated, glancing around the apartment as she stepped inside on Friday, “I can definitely tell you’ve put in some effort into this.” Indeed, the apartment had been adjusted and tastefully decorated for their date, with track lighting installed, and set to dim. Soft romantic music played in the background, and warm, soft, soothing scents filled the air from aromatherapy candles spread out around the room. And Jack himself had cleaned up for the occasion, with a new haircut, shave, dress clothes, and cologne. Indeed, Emily actually felt a bit underdressed in her casual slacks, tight blouse, and, after the last encounter, sneakers and socks. If Jack noticed the change in her footwear he chose not to comment, issuing her into the room, and prompting her to make herself comfortable.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he said, a moment later, bringing in a pair of wine glasses. “I’m.... admittedly not much of a cook. And I didn’t want to end the date with both of us suffering from food poisoning, so I ordered out instead—” he said, just as the doorbell rang. “Ah! Perfect timing! Hope you don’t mind, but I ordered Applebee’s since you said you love their Burbon Street chicken and shrimp.” Emily raised an eyebrow at that. Apparently, Jack was REALLY trying to get on her good side.

The meal was excellent, and more than helped set the mood for the night. Emily had to admit, it was definitely one of their better dates. They talked and jokes, and simply caught up with each other over the past week’s events, and slowly but surely the tension drained away. Suddenly, it was as if the previous week had never happened, and they were back in perfect sync again. As Jack poured her another glass of wine, however, she shook her head. “Oh, no, no more for me, thanks,” she replied with a smirk. “I want to keep a clear head tonight, thank you. So if you were planning to get me drunk and have your way with me, you’ll need another plan!”

Jack nodded soberly, and Emily realized the mood had changed. “Actually... I did have something else in mind,” he admitted, walking across the room to the closet, walking back with a small wooden box. “Do you remember seeing those new reports a few weeks back, about all those women going around flashing random people in public?”

“Um, yeah, I do,” she answered, a bit confused by the sudden change in topic. “Why? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Those incidents were caused by this,” he answered, opening the box, taking out the ray gun. “Well, not THIS ray gun, specifically,” he amended. “But something similar. I ordered this from the Functional Equipment To Improve Sexual Happiness Company. Despite how it looks, this device has the ability to change and modify a person’s behavior... specifically, to implant any number of very specific fetishes into whoever is zapped with it.”

Emily stared at him. “A... magic ray gun?” she replied blithely. “Tell me you’re joking about this.”

But Jack shook his head. “No, I’m not joking. And it’s not magic... it’s science.” He frowned slightly. “Or... at least I’m pretty sure it’s science,” he said handing her the instruction booklet. “I mean, I’m an engineer, and I understand a lot of it, but this thing’s construction is completely next level. Its designer had to be either a total genius or a mad scientist...”

Emily’s frown deepened. “Wait... you’re saying this is legit? That this is actually a real thing? Implanting fetishes with a ray gun?” she asked, skimming through the manual. “And... wait... this says that any changes made are one hundred percent PERMANENT!” she exclaimed. “This... it can’t possibly be real! If it were, this thing would be insanely dangerous! Hell, it should be illegal! Being able to brainwash people with just a touch of a button?”

“Yeah, there are certainly a lot of interesting moral complications,” Jack admitted. “But well, if ya think about it, it’s not that much different from buying a REAL gun from a weapons dealer or sportsman’s store. It’s certainly a lot less lethal. And in the end, it’s basically just a tool. The only problem lies in how it’s used.” He tossed the gun over to Emily. “Try and use it on me. Go ahead... just pick a random fetish and shoot me.”

“Are you crazy? You’re asking me to screw with your mind?”

Jack smiled confidently. “I’m asking you to TRY it, anyway.” Frowning, Emily did as he asked, pointed the toy gun at him, and pulled the trigger. Only to frown as nothing happened. “Huh? I don’t get it... is something supposed to happen?” she asked as he took the device back.

“Of course. Normally when you pull the trigger it fires a beam of concentrated energy that envelops the target in a golden glow as it activates and stimulates certain nerve clusters in the brain.” He shrugged. “I don’t know more than that. I’m not a doctor or biologist. But I DO understand this,” he said, pointing to the raised area along with the trigger handle and grip. “The developers gave this thing a next-gen DNA scanner. Real James Bond type shit,” he replied enthusiastically. “If it’s set up correctly, the gun won’t work for anyone other than the person it’s registered to.” He shrugged. “Of course, from all those incidents on the news, I’m guessing most people don’t bother to read deep enough into the manual to figure out how to set that up. And, well, it really was a bit of a hassle setting it up, truth be told. But all in all, I think it’s worth it to keep something like this from winding up in a stranger’s hands, don’t you think?”

Emily nodded, actually impressed. It was kind of amazing, really. Not the gun itself, though assuming it did what it was supposed to do, was pretty impressive. But no... she was impressed by the change in Jack. Whenever the conversation turned to topics he specialized in, such as science or engineering, or other nerdy subjects, his confidence showed. His stutter disappeared and he sat up straight and tall. This was the Jack that had first drawn her in, had attracted her to accept when he asked her out. The shy, nervous Jack was also endearing, but this was the version that she had hoped to see in their bedroom the week before.

Huh. Maybe the ray DOES work. Maybe he blasted himself already and gave himself a boost of confidence...

“At any rate,” Jack continued, “if you allow me, I’m willing to use this one you to implant a foot fetish in you. And in return, I’ll instill a dominance fetish in myself. If it works, we’ll both know instantly. And, well...” he said, glancing down shyly, “we can... um, just go from there...”

“Hmmm... all right,” she said, nodding. “I’ll do it. I’m not sure I really believe that this little plastic toy can literally change my mind,” she added dubiously, “but if it does, then, by all means, let’s give it a try.”

“Okay,” Jack said, nodding, a small nervous smile on his face. He took aim with the gun, then paused, considering. “Um... so... the instructions say that the change is pretty instantaneous and that the subject’s brain readily accepts the changes so seamlessly that it will seem like you’ve always had those wants and desires. So... uh... can we try something? Just to prove afterward that it actually DID change you?”

“Sure? What do you have in mind?”

Jack grimaced. “I want you to think about what I... asked you to do last week. You know... then, um... foot job. How did that make you feel?”

Emily scowled. She remembered that little imposition all too well. “How did it make me feel?” she repeated, mouth twisting. “It made me feel disgusted! Grossed out. And frankly, stunned that you would ask for something so degrading—”

ZAAAPP!

Jack watched in surprise as Emily froze in mid-sentence, her entire body bathed in a soft golden glow. Just as the book had stated. Within a few seconds the glow faded, and an eyeblink later, Emily continued speaking, as if no time had passed. “—instead of just doing it,” she said, crossly. “I mean... asking such a stupid question. Of COURSE, I’d wanted to give you a foot job... to massage your hard man meat between my... mmm... soft tender feet... feel each rough ridge and vein against my soles.... ooohhh... and... mmmm... grip you tightly with my toes...” she murmured, trailing off, one hand idly sliding down her thigh, just teasing the edge of her jean covered pussy. “Sorry... I, um... kind of distracted myself... what were we talking about again?”

Jack merely shook his head in amazement. “Holy shit... this thing actually works!” he replied, staring at the ray gun in awe.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Emily asked, confused. “You haven’t even used it on me yet. And anyway, nothing has changed. I’m still totally infatuated with having my feet played with as I ever... as I ever...” she faltered again, frowning. “Oh... wait... no, that’s not...” she began, only to shake her head again, frowning. “Okay... that is totally weird! I think... maybe you’re right after all,” she conceded after a moment. “It’s so strange! I mean, I absolutely adore having someone pamper and pay attention to my feet,” she said, “and it feels like it’s always been that way! And yet, I clearly remember feeling upset at you last week for doing that very thing!” She scowled. “I... it doesn’t make sense! My foot fetish... it’s as much a part of me as my name or my birthmark, but my memories tell me that I used to hate having my feet played with or touched at all!”

Jack nodded. “Well, I did warn you, the device has that effect. It basically rewired your mind to accept it completely to the point where it feels natural and not implanted. I’d bet the only reason you’re aware of it at all is because I asked you to think about your feelings just as I blasted you.”

Emily nodded, chagrined. “Well, you’ve made a believer out of me. And, I guess I can’t be mad at you for changing me. After all, it’s a change that doesn’t even FEEL like a change!” She sighed softly, leaning back on the couch, extending her legs. “I mean, I really love my perfect little—” she paused, eyes widening as she stared at her sneakers. “Ugh! What the hell?!? Why the FUCK am I wearing these ugly things?” she exclaimed, kicking off her tennis shoes and all but ripping off her socks. “Why in the world would I EVER want to cover up my precious little piggies?” she asked gently wiggling and flexing her newly free toes. She glanced up, finally noticing Jack’s expression, the dark-haired man staring mesmerized at her delicate size six feet.

“Uuhhhnnnn,” Emily moaned loudly, her cute slender toes curling as a wave of red hot heat exploded between her legs. “Ohhh, fuuuuccckkk!” she hissed, cumming loudly, startling Jack out of his stupor, the look of rapt attention Jack he’d been paying to her bare feet enough to send her arousal over the edge. Panting softly, smirking, mentally replaying their every interaction, now noticing all the times Jack had stared, utterly smitten, at her lovely feet. She wondered idly why she’d never bothered to tease him this way before, and bask in his attention... before recalling again that this fetish was actually new, and no, again, she HADN’T always gotten sexually juiced up from the attention to her beautiful bare feet. One thing was for sure, however; she intended to make up for lost time!

“Uhhh... sorry,” Jack said, blushing heatedly, wiping a line of drool from his chin. “I didn’t think it would... um... be that exciting for you,” he added with a small grin. “And just wait till I actually get to worship them properly.”

“Mmmm... why wait?” she asked, huskily, extending her legs again, toes pointed towards him. “No time like the present, after all.”

“Oh yes, I very much agree,” Jack said, swallowing. “But... first things first. Quid pro quo, and all that,” he said, picking up the ray gun, and adjusting the settings. “You let me implant my fetish into you, so it’s only fair that I return the favor... and give myself the fetish you requested.” Taking a deep breath, he pointed the gun at himself and pulled the trigger.

Then frowned, glancing over at Emily, who was staring at him in shock. “So? Did it work?” he asked her. “Did anything actually happen? I can’t tell.”

Emily nodded briskly. “Oh yes. Something definitely happened. When you pulled the trigger, you stiffened in place, and your body lit up with this bright yellow glow.” She cocked her head to the side quizzically. “Was that what it looked like when you zapped me?”

“Well, it definitely sounds like what happened to you,” Jack replied, frowning. But still... I wonder if it worked. I don’t feel any different. But then again... would I? I added a sexual fetish to my psyche... maybe I have to have it triggered by something sexual to know... and even then, would I recognize I was acting differently than usual? He paused, considering. Huh. Well, Emilly would know. I guess all I need to do is watch her and see how she reacts. If she doesn’t have any issues, then, either way, it should be fine. Nodding to himself, he stood up. “Alright then. Let’s head back to the bedroom,” he said, extending a hand towards her. “Something tells me things will turn out differently this time.”

And indeed they did.

As horrifically bad as their previous attempt had been, the reprisal was equally amazingly wonderful. Emily found herself completely blown away by the experience. Jack started the ball rolling by taking command the moment they entered the bedroom. No sooner had the door closed behind them than a change seemed to settle over him. “Emily,” he said, his tone causing her to glance up at him. “Strip for me,” he said, simply, crossing his arms at his chest.

“Wh... what?” she asked, confused, unsure if she’d heard what she just heard. To her shock, Jack frowned, glaring at her with a look she’d never seen from him ever before. Despite herself, she took a step back, instinctually, a hand moving up to her mouth. Gone was the stuttering shyness from before. The Jack that stood before her now was not merely playing a role. This Jack was indeed a Dominant. And he was dead serious.

“Now,” he said simply. A single word, yet communicating so much. Wide-eyed, Emily obeyed, hands nervously, eagerly, stripping away her clothes, ripping off her blouse, and tossing it away, before sliding out of her pants and underwear. “Hmmm... better,” he said, nodding in appreciation when she was done, standing before him naked. “I’d dock you a few points for your hesitation earlier,” he said idly, reaching out to caress her face gently, “but this is all pretty new for both of us. You can make up for it by showing me how well you follow instructions going forward,” he added, tilting her face up gently to look him directly in the eye. “Remove my clothing now,” he said, taking a step back, lowering his arms. “And show me how eager you are for this to continue.”

“Y-yes, Jack...” she said, reaching for his shirt, only to find her wrists caught.

“Really, now,” he said, chiding her, smirking as she flushed in embarrassment. “Is that the proper way you address your Dom?”

“N-no, Sir... sorry Sir,” Emily said, mincing in place, her thighs starting to run slick. She felt so off-balance, so out of control. And she was loving it! “Um, Master? Uh... my Lord? How would... Sir prefer to be addressed?” she asked timidly.

Jack considered. “Hmmm... let’s stick with ‘Sir’for now. Just know that I reserve the right to change that in the future,” he said, releasing her wrists. “Proceed.”

“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir,” Emily replied, licking her lips. Her mind was buzzing with excitement as she began her task, stripping her Dom of his clothes, baring his chest, and revealing his manly form. She’d read about subspace before, in books and online, about that mental state of being when a person surrenders themselves completely, where rational thinking ends and everything is an emotional instinctual response. Now she understood. Now it clicked in a way she could have never imagined. It was as if the outside world had simply vanished, fading away, and only this, here and now, existed. When at last she’d removed her Dom’s boxers, freeing his manhood, already stiff and hard, she couldn’t help but moan aloud at the sight, her entire body tingling with anticipation.

Ah, but Jack was far from done teasing her. He had indeed been given a Dominance fetish, and he had embraced it wholeheartedly. His cock throbbed with intense pleasure with every bit of control he usurped from his sexy lover. Indeed, he longed for nothing more than to shove her down to the bed and rut in her like a maniac until they were both screaming in pleasure. And yet... despite his burning need, he felt completely in control, not only of Emily but of himself. It was child’s play to restrain his need and keep his composure, to draw things out even more and wring even greater pleasures from his lovely willing slave. With a word and gesture, he sent her into the bed, having her spread out on her back. And then, devilishly, proceeded to tease her, slowly, gently, teasingly, starting with the site of her newest fetish, caressing and stroking her lovely bare feet.

Pleasure. Intense pleasure.

The thought, idle and scattered like most of her thoughts, fluttered through Emily’s mind: that the sole of a human’s foot had more than two hundred thousand nerve endings, more than any other part of the body besides the brain itself. She could very well believe it, as Jack seemed to play with all of them and every single one seemed to be connected directly to her pussy. Soft giggles and deep soulful moans escaped her lips as her lover stroked and caressed every inch of her delicate sensitive peds, kissing and nibbling on her tender flesh, driving her wild before slowly making his way upwards. In any other situation, she would have yelled or screamed for her lover to hurry up, to stop teasing and push her over the edge... or slid her hands between her legs to finish the job herself. But she was merely a helpless thrall, utterly under the spell of her Dom, being played with for his amusement. The idea of taking action herself never even occurred to her.

Eventually, however, Jack began to focus more on other parts of her body. In her new overly sensitized state, Emily’s entire body was one massive erogenous zone. A gentle caress along her thigh made her shudder, and trailing his fingertips along her forearm nearly made her swoon. Indeed, kissing and licking idly along her flat tone belly nearly brought her to the brink of orgasm. He did, of course, immediately withdraw, straddling her, pinning her down to the bed to stare deep into her eyes. “One rule, Em,” he said sternly. “You cum only when your Dom allows it, understand?” She gasped, wide-eyed. “I mean it. If you can’t control yourself and let loose without my permission...” he paused, grinning wickedly at her. “Well, let’s just say you will deeply, deeply regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” she squeaked, nearly undone by his gaze and words alone. Her fingernails pressed so tightly into the palms of her hands she was surprised they hadn’t gouged clear through. Mercifully, Jack gave her a moment to compose herself, and regain control...

Only for him to once again rip that control away, leaving her teetering dangerously on the edge of oblivion once again.

“Aaaaaaahhh!” she cried out, clenching, going taunt at the feeling of her Dom’s cock resting just at the entrance of her pussy. His hardness gently caressed her labia, coating itself with her ever-flowing wetness. Her hips rose instinctively, trying to force him in, to relieve that terrible burning need, only to be denied, his hands like iron, holding her in place. “Oohhh, gaawwwdd,” she moaned, head lolling, hands and feet flexing in frustration, wanting... needing... more! “Please, Sir!” she begged piteously, her hips again moving against her will, desperate to be taken. “Please, Sir, fuck me! Take me! Claim me! Make me yours!” Jack merely laughed darkly.

“Oh, my sweet darling Emily,” he said, caressing her face gently even as he continued to tease her with his cock. “You are already mine. You were mine the moment you stepped into my bedroom tonight. But I know what you mean. And yes, pet,” he said chuckling again, grabbing a firm hold of her hips, lining himself up. “I’m about to give you exactly what you desire! Now... cum for me, Pet... cum now!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!! Fuuuuccccckkkk!” Emily cried, eyes nearly bulging as Jack thrust into her, surging all the way in to the hilt. Her legs spasmed then moved, clenching around his waist, locking at her ankles as she shuddered, unable to hold back in the slightest. Nonplussed, Jack merely held her, pistoning his hips, pumping her with the little range of motion she’d allowed him until she finally relaxed her death grip around his waist... then, pulling her legs apart, resting her ankles on his shoulders, he began fucking her in earnest. Deep, brutal, savage thrusts, drilling her like a machine. Poor Emily barely recovered from her first orgasm before a second one washed over her.

It was fucking incredible. Emily cried and moaned and screamed and laughed, thrashing helplessly, as Jack worked her over. He was literally using her body like a ragdoll, twisting and turning her in any way he desired, with her pretty much along for the ride. She’d never felt so free, so completely out of control, in her life! Orgasm number three struck her like a two by four to the back of the head, causing stars to dance in her vision. And then, when she was at her peak when she felt it couldn’t possibly get any better... her Dom raised the ante again, lifting her legs slightly, raising her sensitive bare feet to his face... and began sucking hard on her toes as he continued to fuck her!

“Aaaaahh!! AAAHHH!! AAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA! YEEESSS!! OHH GAAWD OHH GAAWWD!” she keened, as her mind shut down, and her body went wild. Her climax shattered... instead of a big overwhelming blast, she was bombarded by a continuous stream of nonstop orgasms. It was so intense, it cut through to her very soul, searing itself into her very being, as the words were torn from her. “MASTER! OOH GAWD MASTER YES! YES! YEEESSSS!!” she babbled mindlessly, helplessly, until finally, at last, she collapsed, slipping into peaceful, blissful oblivion...

Awareness returned slowly, and Emily resisted, wanting to stay in that perfect peaceful dream... until her senses registered the warm body next to her, holding her gently. She opened her eyes to find herself staring up into her Master’s warm brown eyes. Master? she thought briefly, before nodding to herself. Yes. That’s what he is now. Aloud, she let out a soft sigh. “So... I guess this wasn’t a dream after all, then? This really happened?”

Jack chuckled softly, shaking his head. “It’s funny. I was thinking the same thing. If I hadn’t come to with you lying next to me, I definitely would have thought this was all a dream.” He leaned forward, kissing her softly. “But, yeah... this really happened.” He gave her a crooked grin. “So, can I assume that this time I managed to live up to your high expectations?”

Emily shuddered. “Oh, GOD yes!” she exclaimed. “This completely blew me away...” She paused, glancing down shyly. It was almost laughable—suddenly, she was the shy and nervous one of the group. “Seriously... I’ve never experienced anything like this before...” She let out a sigh, leaning back against him. Jack had always been kind of lanky, looming over her shorter frame, but now it felt... comforting. “So,” she asked playfully, running her bare foot idly against his calf, delighting in the sensation of his hairy leg against her sole. “What’s next? Where do we go from here?”

Jack stiffened, his manhood coming to attention from the stimulation from Em’s perfect peds. “Well,” he said with a slightly strangled voice, “I suppose that’s up to you. This is going to become our ‘new normal’, Em. If you have any second thoughts or reservations, now’s your chance to—”

She silenced him with a deep passionate kiss. “No way,” she said, shaking her head. “I want to keep going. I’m in this for the long haul... er, if you’ll have me, that is,” she added, blushing again.

“Then as I said earlier,” Jack answered, his tone turning dominant again, “consider yourself ‘had’.” He smiled. “So... what should we do next, hmm, Pet?”

Emily shuddered again, thighs clenching. “Well, Sir—”

“Master,” he corrected her gently, smirking. “I rather liked the sound of it from you earlier, when you were cumming your brains out.”

Somehow, the blonde managed to blush an even deeper red. “Um, well, then, Master,” she managed lightly, again stroking her feet along his calves, “what do you say about your earlier suggestion? How about a nice foot job?” she asked suggestively.

“No.”

“No?” Emily repeated back, stunned. “I... but... y...”

Jack placed a fingertip against her lips. “No. How about you BEG me to ALLOW you to give me a foot job?” he clarified. Pulling back from her, he sat up on the bed, his legs apart, his cock erect and waving idly. “And maybe, just, maybe, if you do a good enough job, Master will let you cum again.”

Needless to say, Emily put all of her effort and energy into the task at hand. And it was just as enjoyable for the one giving as it was for the one receiving. Afterward, resting again, the two lovers simply held each other, calm and content, and sated for the time being. As Emily drifted off to sleep, she recalled her Master’s words. Our ‘new normal’, she thought sleepily, a smile forming on her face. Yeah. I can see that. I could definitely get used to this...