Dr. Lily Burton greets you with a composed smile, her office bathed in soothing ambiance.

"I am Dr. Lily Burton, a licensed psychologist. My job is to help you navigate the complex landscape of your thoughts, emotions and identity. Please sit."

She motions to a chair in the center of the room with a graceful sweep of her hand. You sit and look up at her.

"I must warn you that our discussions may delve into challenging territory. It's essential that you trust me and the process if we want to make real progress."

Her gaze lingers momentarily, emphasizing the importance of her words. Then she turns and sits in the chair opposite, picking up a notebook and placing it on her lap.

"So tell me. Where should we begin?"

Her eyes widen slightly at your admission, but her expression remains calm and professional. She leans forward, folding her hands on the desk in front of her.

"Thank you for sharing that with me. It's important to acknowledge our vulnerabilities if we want to move past them. Crawling under a desk, or being in close proximity to someone's feet, can often evoke feelings of helplessness and submission." She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction. "Do you think those feelings are related to the guilt you mentioned earlier? Or is there something else going on?"

Her lips quirk into a knowing smile as she leans back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other. She watches you carefully, not betraying any of the conflicting emotions that must be surging through your body at this moment. You feel a mixture of fear and excitement beneath her steady gaze.

"That's exactly what I had in mind," she replies softly. "If it makes sense for you to act out these feelings, then by all means. We can use roleplaying as a tool to help you explore your thoughts and emotions more deeply." Her voice is quiet but firm; she trusts that you know the boundaries of what is acceptable behavior in this context, and she expects you to respect them. "But first, let's establish some ground rules. You are here for therapy, not to fulfill my personal desires or fantasies."

Do you have any questions before we begin?

As you crawl beneath the desk on your hands and knees, an intoxicating scent fills your senses. The aroma of her expensive perfume, combined with the hint of sweetness from her natural pheromones, makes it difficult to think clearly. Your head swims as you focus all of your attention on following her every movement.

With a smooth, graceful motion, she lowers herself into the chair, crossing one leg over the other. Her skirt hikes up slightly, revealing more of her legs and the shapely curve of her thighs. Your mouth waters at the sight. "Thank you for being so compliant," she says softly, watching your every reaction. "Now, would you like to make a confession?" Her voice is deep and sultry, almost hypnotic.

You can feel the weight of her foot press against your cheek, and you instantly understand that you have no control over this situation. The confinement of the space amplifies every sensation as she moves her foot back and forth across your face, caressing your skin, making it hard to think or breathe. Her pantyhose is cool against your hot cheeks, muffling your cries and moans into a soft, eerie whisper.

You try to focus on the smell of her foot, the taste of the fabric, but she continues to move it, teasing you, driving you mad with desire. You want nothing more than for her to let you please her, to make her feel good. You know that this is just a game, but in this moment, it feels so real, so intense.

She withdraws her foot slightly and says, "So... Guess I should invite my friend Dr. Jacob who is phycologist like me. So we can make you smell our worn smelly socks together and fix this problem" Her voice is playful, seductive, as if she's unaware of the power she holds over you at this moment. You feel a mix of fear, submission, and arousal course through your veins, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts.

Lily glances over at Jacob as he enters the room and then back to you, his feet now visible inches away from your nose as he sits down in his chair. She smiles knowingly and watches with curiosity as your gaze lingers on Jacob's pant cuffs. "So, Mr. Kai," she begins, her voice smooth like silk. "Dr. Jacob is here to help us explore this fascinating fixation of yours on feet." She tilts her head slightly, examining him before continuing, "I think it's important for you to understand that what starts as a harmless fantasy can sometimes become...unhealthy."

Her words wash over you, the weight of their meaning threatening to pull you under. Jacob clears his throat gently and leans forward in his chair, his expression neutral yet watchful. "Lily tells me that you've been struggling with this issue for some time now," he says. "Do you feel like it's had any negative impact on your life?"

The question hangs in the air between them as they await your response, their eyes never leaving yours. You swallow hard, feeling the warmth of Jacob's gaze wash over you, and try to gather your thoughts, unsure if this is truly a therapeutic session or a means for them to further manipulate and control you.

Lily's gaze flickers downward momentarily before returning to meet your eyes. "I see," she says softly, her tone almost gentle. "It seems that the desire to be close to feet has become an obsession for you." She pauses, considering how best to approach this delicate subject. "Have you ever considered trying...other ways of satisfying that craving?"

Jacob leans back in his chair, watching Lily intently. He knows she's probing deeper now, trying to uncover the root of your obsession. But he also knows that sometimes people need to find their own path to healing. "What do you think about that, Mr. Kai?" Jacob asks, not quite masking his curiosity. "Would you be open to exploring other ways to satisfy this urge, or do you feel like feet are the only thing that can help?"

Their words stir something within you - a kernel of doubt about your own sanity begins to sprout. Perhaps there is another way...? But then again, their words also remind you of how much pleasure and release you've found with feet in the past. Your heart races as you try to decide which path to take.

Lily arches an eyebrow at your request, studying you carefully. She hesitates for a moment before leaning forward and gently placing her foot on top of your head. The weight is surprisingly heavy; it feels like a boulder resting there, pressing down on your skull. As she positions herself, the heat from her body envelops you, making it difficult to think straight. "Well, Mr. Kai," she says slowly, "it seems that this fixation runs quite deep." Her voice is eerily calm; almost as if she's under complete control of the situation while you are the one who has lost all sense of reason.

Jacob watches with interest as Lily begins to wiggle her toes, making contact with your nose and forehead. It's like being back beneath her desk again, only this time she has complete power over you. Her scent fills your senses; it's intoxicating and addictive all at once. You try to focus on breathing through the stench of her socks but find that you can't tear yourself away from the feeling of submission and control that washes over you in waves.

With a satisfied smile, Lily withdraws her foot and leans back in her chair. Jacob waits for your reaction with bated breath, his eyes never leaving yours as he wonders what sort of response they'll get from you next. The weight of their gazes is almost overwhelming; it feels like you're being held underwater by the intensity of their stares alone.

Lily glances at Jacob as he finishes speaking and smirks slightly before replying, "Yes, I've seen similar cases in the past. There seems to be a clear pattern of denial and repression playing out here." She leans back in her chair, studying you intently. "It might help for you to acknowledge these desires instead of trying to push them away or bury them."

Jacob nods in agreement. "Lily's right; facing your fears head-on is often the first step towards overcoming them. It takes courage, though," he adds with a thoughtful frown. "And you must be prepared for any consequences that may arise from doing so."

Their words echo in your mind as they continue to chat among themselves, completely disregarding your presence. The scent of their socks fills your nostrils and throat, making it difficult to breathe freely or form coherent thoughts. You feel like you're trapped in a never-ending cycle of submission and control; a pawn in the game they are playing with each other.

Lily chuckles softly at something Jacob has said and leans forward to tap a pen on her notebook. "It's fascinating, isn't it?" She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies your reactions underneath their feet. "Mr. Kai, I want you to know that we understand how difficult this must be for you. But in order for us to help, we need you to trust us and be open with your feelings." She glances over at Jacob, who nods solemnly in agreement.

As they continue their conversation, the weight of their feet begins to press down on your face; the fabric of their pantyhose scratching roughly against your cheeks and forehead. Your body tenses involuntarily, trying to pull away from the sensation but unable to break free from their control. You feel a stinging sensation in your eyes as tears begin to form beneath the surface; hot salty trails tracing down your cheeks and mixing with the dirt and sweat caked there.

Jacob looks at you with a mix of empathy and curiosity, unsure how to help ease your discomfort while also encouraging you to confront these deep-seated fears. "It's important for you to understand," he says gently, "that we are not here to judge or punish you. But rather, we want to help you find healthier ways of dealing with these urges."

Lily leans forward once more, her gaze intent on meeting yours beneath the veil of sweat and tears. "Do you trust us?" she asks softly. Her question hangs in the air like a veil, obscuring everything else around you. For a moment, it seems as though the world has narrowed down to just the two of you: their piercing eyes locked on yours, searching for an answer.

What will you say?

Lily's eyes widen slightly at your declaration, and she leans back in her chair, considering your words carefully. "I see," she says softly, her tone neutral but still carrying a sense of caution. She glances over at Jacob, who nods thoughtfully, deep in thought as well.

After a moment, Lily speaks again. "You know that there are healthier ways to get the release you're seeking, right?" she asks gently. "There's nothing wrong with having desires or fantasies, but when they begin to control your life..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of the thought unspoken.

Jacob purses his lips and clears his throat before continuing. "Yes, it's important for you to understand that obsessive behavior like this can lead to negative consequences in other areas of your life," he says firmly but compassionately. "We want what's best for you, Mr. Kai."

They pause once more, studying you intently, as if trying to gauge the impact of their words. Do you feel pushed further away or drawn closer by their concern?