The Dentist Mistress

For some time now, I had been looking for a way to find myself at a lady's feet. Unfortunately, women in Cyprus aren't all that liberated, so I had to create the situation myself. The first step of my plan was to visit a dentist.

After a few visits, I found the ideal one.

She had just finished cleaning my teeth and we went to her office for the payment when I decided to strike up a conversation with her.

- May I ask you a question?

- Please do.

- How harmful is it for someone to lick shoes?

- To lick shoes? Why would anyone want to do something so humiliating?

- It's related to some research I want to do regarding female dominance over men.

- What is your profession, if I may ask?

- I am a Psychology professor, at a private college.

- An interesting science.

- Yes, I agree. But it has its problems too, when it comes to this kind of research topics, especially in a small society like Cyprus.

- So, what exactly does the research involve? How is it connected to licking women's shoes?

- I would need to find an authoritarian lady who would agree to let me serve her a few times a week in order to examine her level of authoritarianism. That is, I would start with foot worship and would study the evolution of the mistress and slave relationship according to the lady's desires. - Ah, I see. It sounds very interesting.

- Interesting, yes. To actually carry it out seems rather unlikely.

She looks at me carefully and continues.

- Since it wouldn't be right for you to lick my boots now, as your mouth is somewhat sore from the cleaning I did, what would you say to licking my feet for a start? You are my last appointment and I feel a bit tired. Next week we can arrange another appointment for you to lick my shoes. What do you say?

- Yes, of course. Why not?

She opens the zipper of her boots, takes off her stockings and places her feet on the desk.

- Come closer.

I get up from the chair and kneel in front of her feet. I look at them with feigned awkwardness, as I don't want to betray the love I harbor for women's feet.

- Why are you looking at them? Don't you want to lick them?

- Yes, but I don't know what to do. It's the first time and... you understand.

- It's simple. You open your mouth, stick your tongue out and lick. If it helps, imagine you are licking an ice cream from the bottom up.

So I did as she told me and started licking her feet. I licked conscientiously, making long licks from the soles to the toes. It was wonderful. Both the taste and her feet. At some point I started sucking her toes and licking between them. She seemed to like it a lot. After about five minutes, she pulled her feet back and started drying them on my shirt.

- I didn't ask you. What did they taste like?

- What can I tell you? I think they were a bit salty, I'd say. Anyway, it wasn't bad. Certainly not. It was just hard to believe that I was licking the feet of a lady I don't even know.

- That's how slaves are. They do whatever their mistress tells them.

- You are absolutely right, ma'am. Perhaps you would like to step on my head and stand upright on my face? I believe that would confirm my inferiority, if you have no objection.

- On your head?

- Yes, ma'am.

She stands up, I lie down on the floor and wait. Shortly after, she had already placed her left foot on my forehead, covering my eyes a bit, and pushing off, she brings her right foot right onto my mouth. She stood for a few seconds and then stepped down.

- Very nice! Same day and time next week.

- Yes, ma'am.

And I left completely satisfied, with my mind on our next meeting.