Sexy psychologist making patient worship her feet, part 1 (foot worship, foot control, office feet)

The Reception
Dr. Eva Dvorak, a renowned Czech psychologist, reclined in her office chair, one shapely leg crossed over the other. Her high heels clicked together as she swung her foot idly, the patent leather gleaming under the lights. Her patient, Martin, sat across from her, fidgeting nervously. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her feet, mesmerized by the way her toes wiggled in her stockings.

“Tell me, Martin,” Dr. Dvorak purred in her husky accent, “what brings you to see me today?”

Martin swallowed hard, trying to focus on her face. “I… I’ve been having trouble at work. I can’t seem to concentrate…”

Dr. Dvorak’s full lips curved into a knowing smile. She uncrossed her legs, extending one foot towards him. “Is that so? And what exactly has been distracting you, hmm?”

As if in a trance, Martin’s eyes tracked the movement of her foot. She wiggled her toes, the crimson polish on her nails glinting. “I… I’m not sure, Doctor,” he stammered.

Dr. Dvorak smirked, sensing his distraction. She slid her shoe off, letting it dangle from her toes. The click of the heel against the sole echoed in the silent room. “Perhaps you would like to remove your own shoes, Martin,” she suggested silkily. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Martin hesitantly slid his own shoes off, wiggling his stockinged toes self-consciously. Dr. Dvorak tsked softly, shaking her head. “Really, Martin, such a scruffy pair of socks. Why don’t you borrow a pair of mine?”

She bent down, giving him a generous view of her ample cleavage as she rummaged in her desk drawer. She emerged with a pair of black thigh-high stockings, the sheer fabric shimmering. “Here, slid these on. I think they’ll fit you perfectly.”

Martin’s hands shook as he took the offered stockings. They were warm from her body heat. As he began to pull them on, Dr. Dvorak watched him, an amused expression on her face. “You know, Martin,” she mused, “I think we could make some real progress in our sessions if you put your full attention on me. No more distractions.”

She reached out and tapped her bare toes against his knee, sending a shiver of forbidden desire through his body. “What do you say to that, Martin? Do you think you could focus all your concentration on my feet? Worship them as they deserve?”

Martin’s breath caught in his throat. “Yes, Doctor,” he whispered hoarsely. “I can do that.”

Dr. Dvorak smiled in satisfaction. “Excellent. Our first session will begin then… on the next appointment. In the meantime, I want you to think about nothing but the feel of my stockings against your feet.”

She slid her shoe back on and stood, her high heels clacking against the floor. “I think we’re done for today. Until next time, Martin. Be sure to keep those stockings on.”

As Dr. Dvorak left the room, Martin was left alone, his heart pounding and his mind filled with the image of her perfect feet. He knew he would be back for his next appointment, eager to please his demanding psychologist and her exquisite appendages.