Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2017 04:55:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: JB
Subject: Hypnotized Foot Slave

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by the author and written solely for
enjoyment.

Hypnotized Foot Slave

"C'mon, Kirk. It'll be fun."

Karen Gibbons gave her younger brother a playful shove then poked him in
the ribs trying to get him to lighten up. Kirk tried to suppress a smile
and gave her a `knock it off' glare in return, but she could see that he
was definitely coming around.

Karen was sitting at a corner table at Denny's, enjoying a late night
coffee with her brother and her friend Claudette and Claudette's daughter
Sandy after a movie at the Cinema 4 theater downtown. It was late, and
Karen could tell that her brother was getting tired and wanted to go home,
but she was still enjoying herself with the company of her best friends and
wasn't quite ready to leave. They had gone to the restaurant after the
movie, a usual ritual when the four of them got together, and they had been
having fun sipping coffee and chatting for what seemed hours now-

"Are you scared, Kirk?"

Claudette smiled in a sly knowing way as she lit a cigarette, blowing smoke
across the table at Kirk. Karen saw it and had to smile as well. Claudette
was directing her attention on her brother, but Karen could see that she
was keeping everyone at the table involved with a slight glance. Claudette
knew how to work a crowd, certainly. She was a psychiatrist at the Harden
Mental Institute outside of town and it was a part of her job to get to the
root of a person's problems and inhibitions- to know how and what they
thought. She used everything at her disposal, from her brains to her looks
to the very way that she held herself in conversation. Claudette Martin was
not beautiful by any means, mind, but she carried herself well. She was
almost forty, and her hair was lightly streaked with gray but well styled
and always in place. She wore little make-up, but always just enough it
seemed. She was a bit average to put it mildly, but she wore clothes to
accentuate her breasts and ass and legs, tonight a pair of tight black
slacks, leather low-heeled pumps and a gray turtleneck sweater. Without
looking Karen knew that Claudette had her legs crossed under the table and
was casually swinging her foot brushing the toe of her shoe against Kirk's
pant leg. Just a bit of flirting, but Karen knew that it was making her
brother uncomfortable as he shifted slightly on the plastic seat of the
booth.

"He looks scared," Sandy chuckled, tapping a cigarette of her own on the
Formica tabletop. "He's startin' to sweat." They all laughed as Kirk
shifted in his seat again and flushed red. Karen reached across the table
and touched Sandy on the arm, smiling widely at her little joke, even
though it was the truth. Sandy Martin smiled back and winked, and Karen
felt her own skin warm in her cheeks.

Sandy was five years younger than she was at her own twenty-nine, but she
still had a certain charm that occasionally got her hot. She was gorgeous
certainly, with black curly hair and her mother's dark, Mediterranean
complexion. She was in good shape too, which only made her more appealing,
tall and fit with dreamy dark eyes. They had dated once not so long ago,
despite the difference in their ages. It was on a lark really, and had not
even started as a date per se. Karen and Claudette had been planning a
double date actually with two doctors that Claudette knew from the
area. Karen's date had cancelled at the last minute however, being on call,
and Claudette had suggested that Sandy sit in on the foursome rather than
Karen spend the night alone at home. It had only been dinner and maybe
dancing originally, and Karen figured that she could call it an early night
after hanging out with Sandy for awhile. It had not worked out that way.

Sandy Martin had been totally into Karen and a fun date besides. She was a
marvelous dancer, and he had an endless line of stories from her time at
college in New York City. She had been charming and sincere, and maybe
Karen had had just a bit too much to drink, but one thing had led to
another and the short date had turned into a long night on the town ending
at her apartment. She had taken her best friend's daughter to her bed and
she had been incredible! Sandy had known just what she wanted it seemed,
just what she had needed, and Karen had returned in kind. It had been the
best sex she had ever had, and she still remembered the night warmly. That
had not been Karen's first lesbian encounter, and Karen did not think of
herself as being gay, but bi with Sandy was definitely a possibility.
Sandy knew how to lick her, every inch of her.

If only she was not so young. Too, she had no real job yet, having just
graduated and taking a bit of a vacation after school. She was living with
her mother for a time now, weighing her options, though potentially she had
the world at her feet. She was intelligent and had received top marks at
NYU Law School. She could have gotten a job with any law firm in Manhattan,
but for some reason she chose to return home for a decidedly lesser career
in their hometown. It was hardly New York with barely thirty thousand
people, but that was just another point in her favor that she would give up
the stardom for her home. She was a decent, real woman...

Just so young...

Karen sighed, taking a cigarette that Sandy offered and leaning forward for
her to light it. She heard her brother cough, saw him wave his hands about
to dispel the smoke as there were now three people at the table
smoking. His face was twisted in disgust, and he looked as though he was
about to start whining. She wished that her lazy, lay-about brother were
more like Sandy Martin!

She looked at her brother seated beside her in the booth and rolled her
eyes at the annoyed scowl that he was giving her. Kirk was a little dweeb
sometimes, and she often wondered if maybe he had been adopted. They looked
nothing alike really, beyond the shape of their noses that was similar and
the sandy color of their hair. Where Karen was tall and curvy- at least
three inches taller than her little brother's five-foot-seven- he was short
and skinny. Karen worked out, her muscles toned and her legs long and
strong from running. Kirk was slim and almost frail, his body practically
straight as a board and almost girlish- like a twelve-year-old. Karen was
not well endowed, like Claudette, but she was mammoth compared to her
stick-like brother. She looked at him now and had to suppress another
smile. With his long hair and slim face he almost looked like a little
girl. Hell, with a bit of make-up-

"I'm not scared!"

Karen blinked to hear her brother's voice choking out a denial. He almost
squeaked, rasping at the smoke billowing about him and she had to
giggle. Sandy and Claudette laughed as well and simply blew more smoke in
his direction, adding to his discomfort. Kirk glared, waving at the smoke
but said nothing, taking it. Wimp!

"Then why won't you do it, Kirk?" Claudette smiled, raising her eyebrow at
the younger man. She was almost twenty years older than the younger
Gibbons, but Karen had seen the way that her brother glanced sidelong at
her friend sometimes. He was eighteen, and at that age when any woman
looked good to a point. Hell, she had caught him stealing glances at her a
time or two as well as Sandy, and she knew that Claudette stirred something
in him. He was still blushing.

"It's stupid!" he snapped, taking a sip of his coffee. "The movie was
stupid! People can't be hypnotized like that."

Karen saw Claudette's smile widen at her brother's denial, but she had to
admit that she probably agreed with him on that. The movie they had seen
had been a crime thriller, and in the end it had turned out that the killer
had been hypnotized by his wife and best friend to get him put away in jail
so that they could inherit his fortune. The movie had been all right, but
the plot had had a few holes in it. Karen had always heard that no one
could be hypnotized to do anything against their true nature- and most
times that included killing. Claudette disagreed, and said that anyone
would do anything while hypnotized if the circumstances were right,
including murder. Karen figured that Claudette knew what she was talking
about as she often used hypnosis in her job. Karen had seen her friend in
action, and wanted to believe her, but she still had her doubts.

"Yes they can," Claudette countered, her voice sure and steady. "I could
hypnotize you to kill, if the conditions were right."

"No way!" Kirk objected, and Karen had to agree. She just could not picture
her skinny little brother hurting anyone, let alone killing them. Still,
she was intrigued-

"What do you mean by conditions, Claudette?" Karen asked, taking a long
drag from her cigarette and following suit with her friends by blowing the
smoke at her brother.

"Well, I probably couldn't make you kill anyone outright," Claudette said
sipping at her own coffee, "but I could make you so dedicated that you
would kill to protect me, and maybe even kill someone that you really,
really hated. They say that hypnotized people won't go against their
nature, and that's true to a point, but if the opportunity presents itself,
well, you would do what you had to do while in a trance because not doing
so would affect you even worse."

"What do you mean, Mom?" Sandy asked, suddenly interested and sitting a
little straighter.

"Well, part of my job is to delve into the psyche of the allegedly
criminally insane. I've put more than a few people under; thieves and
rapists, wife-beaters, and what I do is implant suggestions that will get
them to change their way of thinking. Just last week in fact I had the
chance to prove that point. I was presented with a man that had beat his
wife and put her in the hospital. In hopes of reducing his sentence he
volunteered to be a subject for me, signing all the proper forms and
agreeing to be hypnotized into changing his attitude. He was like you,
Kirk. He didn't believe, but I soon changed his tune. I put him under-
though he was a bit stubborn I'll admit. In the end however, I implanted
the suggestion in his subconscious that if he ever raised his hand against
a woman that he would double over in agonizing pain.

"After I brought him out I tested my theory and started to belittle him,
insulting his manhood and life, and finally slapping him in the end. He had
agreed to everything, remember? Well, as soon as he raised his hand, even
to defend himself, he cried out and grabbed his stomach with cramps. He
dropped to his knees in agony, moaning and crying for me to stop whatever I
had done. The only way for him to ease the pain was to apologize to me- to
actually beg my forgiveness. That was another suggestion I had implanted. I
let him writhe around on the ground, watching him and laughing until he
figured that out for himself. When he finally apologized and actually
begged for me to forgive him he had been in intense pain for almost a
quarter of an hour. He got the idea though."

"Damn, Mom," Sandy chuckled, "you're a bitch!" Claudette laughed. Karen
glanced at her brother and saw that he was still sweating and looked even
more uncomfortable after Claudette's story. She wondered if maybe Claudette
was already trying to hypnotize her brother and wondered what she might do
to help. It could be fun.

"C'mon, Kirk..." Karen said again, nudging her brother and rubbing his leg
with her foot. She felt him shift again, but knew that he was
considering. She changed her tactics. "Let her try. Just show her that you
can't be hypnotized."

"Well..." Kirk hesitated, his gaze shifting about the table, then looking
about the room. They had requested to be placed in a back, corner booth
away from the rest of the patrons, as they tended to get loud at
times. There were only a few people in the restaurant however, the closest
a lone truck driver nursing a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper.

"You won't make me do anything stupid will you? Bark like a dog or cluck
like a chicken? None of that shit!"

Claudette chuckled, chaining another cigarette to life. "You won't do
anything that you don't want to Kirk. Your subconscious will protect
you. See, in the case of the wife beater, he didn't really want to hit
women. He knew that was wrong so it was easy to set him up against it. You
don't want to bark like a dog, so your psyche won't let you. You'll only do
what you think is right and proper."

Karen heard Sandy snigger, and wondered what the joke was. What did she
know? Finally Kirk nodded-

"Okay," he sighed, trying to get comfortable. "What do I have to do?"
Claudette smiled and started digging into her over-sized leather bag. She
eventually produced her cigarette lighter and flicked it to life before
setting it on the table. The flame flickered and wavered in the room's air
conditioning, but the fire did not die.

"Just watch the flame, Kirk, and concentrate on my voice and what I
say. Try to relax." Claudette looked about the room, "It's a bit bright in
here, but if you watch the flame, the pretty flickering flame, it should be
fine. Watch the flame, Kirk. Watch what I do..."

Claudette waved her hand above the Zippo's fire, flicking her fingers
through the top of the flame making it waver and dance. "Watch the flame,
Kirk, and relax. Think happy, calming thoughts. Can you do that for me?"
Her voice was low and soothing, and Karen found it hard not to listen;
though she did not want to fall under herself. She looked away from the
lighter, watching her brother as he licked his lips and stared at the
small, flickering fire. His blue eyes were wide but intense and Karen
thought that he already seemed mesmerized.

"It's pretty isn't it? Look at the way it dances." Claudette wiggled her
fingers in and out of the flame, her long nails shining in the light. Her
hands were smooth and soft, her rings sparkling. "It's beautiful. So
relaxing... You could watch the fire all night, couldn't you Kirk?" she
asked, her voice soft and half singing, but her tone was like speaking to a
child, short and simple.

"Yes..." Karen gasped to hear her brother's soft reply. He sounded half
asleep already. Karen glanced up at Sandy and saw her grinning and wondered
if she was doing so from personal experience. Had Claudette hypnotized her
own daughter before?

"You love the flame. You love the way that it flickers and dances
about. You love the way my pretty fingers control the flame. You love the
way that it smokes, the way it roils up and about. The smoke makes you calm
and relaxed. You love the smell of the smoke. You crave the smell of
cigarettes, and lighters and smoke. It relaxes you. It makes you high, the
smell, the cool flavor of smoke makes you relaxed and high and calm."

Claudette glanced aside at Sandy and then at Karen. Sandy took a deep drag
from her cigarette, pursed her lips and blew the smoke right into Kirk's
face. He did not cough at all, but rather inhaled deeply. Karen quickly
followed suit, mimicking Sandy with a long, drawn out breath. Before long,
Kirk was enshrouded in a billowing cloud of blue smoke, and Karen could see
his head starting to droop, his eyelids fluttering. Oddly, he was smiling
stupidly, like he was drunk.

"The smoke makes you high and calm," Claudette continued, adding her own
cigarette smoke to the growing cloud. "You crave the smoke. You love the
fire because it makes you feel good. You want to feel good. Everyone wants
to feel good. You would do anything to feel good. You crave the smoke, BOY,
and would do anything for anyone who made you feel so good by smoking, by
sharing their smoke with you. The smoke calms you, and you want to be
calm... relaxed... It makes you feel almost indebted and subservient, and
you want to do anything for anyone who smokes and makes you feel so good to
return the favor. Any woman! Any man! The smoke and flame relaxes you..."

Kirk's eyelids were drooping though he was struggling to watch the
flame. His attention wavered, following Claudette's other hand as she waved
a cigarette about, taking a long, slow drag, blowing smoke, and flicking
her ash away. Too he watched Sandy and Karen as they joined in. He was
split three ways, watching the three cigarettes dance about in the air over
the table, circling the flaming Zippo.

"You feel so good now. Relaxed... Indebted... You love us don't you,
because we make you feel so good? Sandy and I, and your sister? We smoke,
and we make you feel relaxed. You feel so calm. You could probably just nod
off if we would stop talking. You want to, don't you boy? You're so calm
now that you just want to sleep."

Kirk tried to answer, but in the end simply nodded, trying to keep his eyes
open and watching the flame and cigarettes. His eyelids were almost closed,
and his head was bobbing on his shoulders.

"You can sleep if you want. You trust us, Kirk, and you know that if you
want to just go to sleep you can. Go ahead, boy. Sleep...

"Sleep..."

Kirk's head nodded forward, his chin resting on his chest. Karen placed her
hand on his chest and pushed him back against the seat, afraid that he
would fall forward and crack his head on the table. His head lolled back as
he started to snore, his mouth hanging open.

"Wow" Karen gasped, looking at her now-slumbering brother. "Is he out?" she
asked, looking at Claudette as she closed up her lighter and slipped it
back into her bag. She knew the answer already, just looking at Kirk.

"Totally. He's under and ready to do whatever we tell him," she stared at
Kirk, "aren't you, Kirk?"

"Yes..."

Karen giggled to hear her brother's low, monotone response. His eyes were
closed but his head bobbed back up as Claudette addressed him.

"Kirk..." she started, blowing smoke from her cigarette at him, "Boy... You
don't mind if I call you `boy' do you?"

"No..."

"It's just a term of affection, really. It just means I like you. I've
given you a pet name. Boy... Say it back."

"Boy," Kirk responded, and Karen had to stifle a giggle. He almost sounded
like a little boy.

"I know you trust me," Claudette continued, "but I want you to respect me
as well. You do respect me don't you? I'm a doctor after all, and everyone
respects doctors and lawyers. And I'm older than you, and everyone should
respect their elders, even if the age is only a few years or even days."

"Yes..."

Claudette smiled. "Then I want you to address me as Ma'am to show your
respect from now on. Even after you wake up you will show me the respect
that I deserve and you will address me as Ma'am. I am better than you are
after all. I'm a doctor, and your elder, and a woman too, and you were
brought up to respect women I know. I'm a woman and I deserve to be spoken
to with the proper respect. Isn't that right?"

"Yes... Ma'am..."

"Good, boy." Claudette smiled, chaining yet another cigarette to
life. Karen saw Sandy do the same, and when she handed her another, she did
as well.

"Very good. But it would be better if you addressed everyone as Ma'am or
Sir. After all, Karen is your elder and your better as well. She's an
office manager and commands many people at her job. Her subordinates
respect her as their boss and as a woman. She deserves to be called Ma'am
too. And Sandy as well. She is obviously better than you are! She's older
and stronger and better looking. She's a lawyer, obviously your
better. From now on you will call her Miss, and Karen and I- any woman that
speaks to you for that matter- you will answer with a respectful
`Ma'am'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am..."

Karen felt herself getting damp and warm between her legs to see her
brother answering Claudette so respectfully. She had to bite her lip to
keep from laughing outloud, afraid that she might break the spell that held
her brother in thrall. Claudette simply smiled.

"Anyone who smokes is your better, and you want to show them the respect
that they deserve too, because they make you feel so good. In fact, you
will do whatever they ask just to please them, they are so much better than
you. You will feel small and inadequate before people who smoke. They are
cool and superior, and you are low and beneath them. When someone is
smoking in your presence, you will want to do whatever you can to make them
happy. The sight of their cigarette will be like a phallus to you, and you
will worship whoever smokes before you. You will show them utter respect
and answer their questions and do what they say without hesitation. Smoking
makes you hot, and horny, and hard. You will crave release when you see
someone smoking, but know that you won't get it until you do as they
say. No matter what they say, you will do it. It is your purpose in life
now to make smokers happy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Karen was surprised at her brother's quickening responses. The more
Claudette spoke it seemed, the deeper Kirk went under. All the while
Claudette and Sandy were blowing smoke about Kirk, and Karen too. She could
see that he was almost in ecstasy, and a quick glance at his crotch showed
that he was getting hard as well. Claudette glanced at her daughter,
nodding slightly and Sandy leaned forward-

"Do you respect me, Kirk?" She took a drag on her cigarette, working the
butt in and out of her full lips and Kirk almost seemed to whimper.

"Yes, Miss..."

"And what about me, Kirk?" Karen chimed in, almost giddy with the game. "Do
you respect me too?"

"Yes, Ma'am..."

"Damn..."

Karen leaned back in the booth and took a long drag from her cigarette. Her
heart was racing, and she felt warm under her arms and between her
legs. She was sure that there was a damp spot showing in her own
crotch. She glanced across the table at Claudette, but her friend simply
smiled conceitedly and tapped ash into the glass tray on the table.

"Told you." She smiled even wider, her gaze drifting momentarily to her
daughter. Sandy was staring at Kirk, and Karen could see her wheels turning
as she smiled, biting on her lower lip.

"Makes me wonder what you did to me when you had me under, Mom," she said
suppressing a giggle. Karen felt a quick tingle shoot down her spine to
hear Sandy's sweet chiming laugh.

Claudette laughed. "You, my darling daughter, I just gave direction. I
wanted you to excel in school, and you did." Sandy shrugged, but she
returned her mother's contagious smile, a twinkle in her eyes.

Karen puffed on her cigarette, taking a long hard look at her entranced
brother again before turning back to Claudette. "So, I guess you better
wake him up again."

"Why?" Claudette asked, looking to the young man. "He's not complaining."

"Well, you proved your point. Not that he'll remember when you wake him
up."

"He'll remember whatever I want him to remember. All of it, or nothing, or
anything in between."

"Really?" Karen asked, her eyes growing wide. Claudette nodded.

"It's true, if I just woke him now he'd remember nothing like he'd been
asleep. It'd be like a dream that he couldn't quite recall. If I tell him
otherwise though, he'll remember everything, or whatever I tell him. He's
like a sculptor's lump of clay right now. I just have to mold
him. Watch..."

"Kirk?" Claudette asked, no longer even relying on the cigarette to get the
attention she wanted. Karen realized that her brother was totally
enthralled.

"Boy?" Claudette repeated softly, using his new `pet' name. "Can you hear
me?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. I'm going to wake you soon, but I want you to remember a few things
first. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." Claudette turned to Karen; "You need to use positive reinforcement
as you're laying suggestions. Like a dog, praise helps them to remember."
Claudette turned back to Kirk.

"Kirk. You respect us, I know. You respect us because we smoke, and we are
cooler than you are, better than you. But I want you to know that EVERYONE
is better than you are! You will show everyone respect, because you are the
least, the lowest person on the face of the Earth."

Karen gasped and reached towards Claudette, but her friend pulled back and
shook her head. Sandy reached out and gently grasped Karen's hand,
whispering-

"Wait..."

Karen hesitated, watching, waiting to see what would happen next.

"You will show respect to everyone! You will respond `Ma'am' or `Sir' to
everyone who says anything to you. Anyone! If a bum on the street asks you
for change you will say `Yes, Sir' and give him all your money. Because he
is better than you are! If someone asks you directions you will stop what
you are doing and lead them where they want to go. If someone asks for help
you will do all that you can to make them happy, no matter what, whatever
they want – "

"No!" Karen leaned forward again. This was going too far! It was too much!
Claudette was turning her brother into... into...


A slave!

Karen licked her lips at the thought. She hesitated, imagining her brother
doing whatever she asked without the back talk, without any hesitation. And
not just her, by what Claudette was saying, he would now obey everyone;
their parents, her friends and neighbors, even a stranger on the
street. She felt her panties getting damp as she thought about it, and
heard Sandy chuckling-

"Yeah, you like that don't you?" Sandy whispered as she leaned in across
the table. She was smiling, and Karen did her best not to smile as well.

"It's not right... " she said, but she could hear that her voice lacked
conviction.

"No, it's not." Sandy shrugged, flipping her hair back over her
shoulder. "But it'll be fun."

"Do you understand?" Claudette continued, ignoring the conversation going
on across the table. Kirk was staring blankly at Claudette, his cock
pressing into his jeans Karen saw. She had reinforced that helping others
and serving others would excite him, and apparently just listening to her
say that was getting him more and more erect.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. I'm going to wake you in a moment, but when you wake up I want you
to remember that I was able to hypnotize you, and that will make you
humble, knowing that I was right and you were wrong. You'll remember every
command I've given you, but not in your conscious mind. You will do all
I've said, willingly and slavishly, but you will not balk. It might seem
wrong, and it may be embarrassing, even humiliating, but not doing it will
be even worse. No matter what you are told to do- no matter how degrading-
you will do it, and though it might make you wonder, you will hurt if you
try not to carry out your orders. You will feel pain, and be miserable
until you comply.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."


"Good. Now remember your triggers, and when I count to three you will wake
up, knowing that I hypnotized you and extremely sorry that you doubted my
abilities even though you do not remember anything that happened while you
were out...

"One...

"Two...

"Three!"

Karen watched with excitement as Kirk Gibbons blinked and looked around the
table between his her and their two friends. They were all staring at him
and smiling, Karen especially, wide-eyed and speechless at the look on his
face. When he looked at Claudette she saw a blush of embarrassment color
his cheeks. She knew that he felt the need to apologize for ever doubting
her abilities as a hypnotist, but was finding it hard to do so.

"Claudette..." he squeaked, the skin on his arms raising goosebumps as the
shame washed through his body. Oddly too, Karen saw him getting hard as he
tried to look at Claudette and hold eye contact. He couldn't, and looked at
the smoldering cigarette between her fingers instead.

"Claudette, Ma'am, I'm sorry. You were right, and easily hypnotized me. I
feel so low and stupid for doubting you." Claudette laughed lightly, waving
away his apology with her cigarette.

"That's okay, Kirk. I get that from better men than you." Kirk felt small
at what she said and hung his head in shame. Karen watched in awe, her eyes
growing wider to see her brother behaving so meekly and subserviently. He
was acting like a pussy, and it was all Claudette's idea.

"No doubts now?" she asked, and Kirk stared at her for a moment.

"No, Ma'am." Karen felt her brother shiver as he hung his head again. He
could not seem to look any of them in the eyes. Had Claudette told him that
as well, or was that something that naturally came to mind, something that
was in his nature? Claudette smiled, directing her attention to Karen with
a sly wink.

"Kirk?" she said, and Karen saw her brother focus on her friend, hanging on
her every word. "I seem to have dropped a French fry under the table..."
Karen glanced down, wondering. None of them had ordered any food, but there
was a dirty French fry on the filthy tiled floor near Claudette's
feet. Karen looked back to her friend.

"Could you get it for me, please?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Karen watched, dumbfounded as her brother twisted about, trying to grope
for the French fry that was out of his reach under the table. She looked at
Claudette, wondering what was next, though she suspected upon seeing her
friend's wicked grin.

"Go ahead and crawl under the table, Kirk. Get the French fry, there's a
good boy."

Kirk seemed to shudder at the word `boy', but as Karen watched, without
hesitation her brother slipped down beneath the table onto his hands and
knees. Karen scrunched back into her seat, trying to watch and saw her
brother reaching for the French fry beside the toe of Claudette's foot. He
almost had it, but at the last moment her friend shifted her foot and
brought it down atop the old, stale fry, mashing it into the floor.

"Oops..." Claudette sniggered, "I'm sorry, Kirk. Thanks anyway, but I don't
want it now. You can have it."

Karen watched as Claudette recrossed her legs and twisted her foot so that
the sole of her black pump was facing Kirk squarely. She could see the
dirty, mashed French fry smeared on the bottom of her friend's shoe. Kirk
stared at it for just a moment, as though considering what to do. His nose
wrinkled, no doubt from the smell coming from Claudette's foot dangling so
close to his face, but too she saw a wince of pain wash across his
features. Finally, though slowly, he leaned in and started to lick the
mashed and filthy fry from the bottom of Claudette's shoe. Claudette and
Sandy laughed out loud, and Karen could not help but giggle herself,
covering her mouth to suppress her own laughter. Her little brother just
looked so pathetic –

"Can I get you folks somethin' else?"

Karen squeaked, jumping slightly as she looked up to see their Denny's
waitress standing at their table, steaming coffeepot in hand. She was a
cute woman, younger than Karen, and probably Sandy as well. She was dressed
in the typical Denny's uniform of brown and orange skirt and blouse with a
darker brown apron and black loafers on her feet. She looked frazzled and
tired though, her blonde hair out of place with loose strands escaping her
ponytail and bags under her deep blue eyes. Claudette and Sandy looked up
as well, but neither seemed surprised or worried at her sudden
appearance. Karen glanced back beneath the table and saw her brother
oblivious, still scraping mashed potato from the sole of Claudette's shoe
with his teeth and tongue.

"I don't think so." Claudette said, holding her hand over her coffee
cup. "Just the check." The waitress smiled, pulling her check pad from her
apron pocket and adding up the total. She glanced at the empty space where
Kirk had been just moments before.

"There were four of you right?" she asked, looking at the half empty cup in
Kirk's empty place at the table.

"Yeah," Sandy said with a smirk. "He's under the table licking dirt off the
bottom of my mother's shoe."

Karen moaned, sure that the young woman would run off and call the police,
but she did not seem disturbed. Karen imagined she had seen a lot, working
the late shift at the restaurant. Still, the waitress gave Sandy a queer
look and a twisted smile of doubt as she stepped back and peered under the
table. Karen had to laugh to see the woman's eyes grow wide.

"Oh my god!" she squealed backing up another step. "He- he really
is... he's licking your shoes!" Claudette laughed.

"Yeah. My shoes got a bit dirty and Kirk was nice enough to volunteer to
clean them for me. Wasn't that sweet?" Claudette grinned, and Karen saw her
tap her brother in the cheek with the side of her shoe. "He'll clean yours
if you like... Jeanie." Claudette read the name from the plastic tag pinned
on the girl's lapel. "Would you like that?"

"I..."

The young woman blinked, and Karen was afraid that she might faint, but she
didn't. Surprisingly she held her ground as Kirk scrambled out from beneath
the table and started to kiss and lick the woman's loafers at Claudette's
command. The suggestions that Claudette had planted had taken hold, and he
seemed to know his new, lower station in life. Still, the waitress gasped.

"Jesus..." she said, and Karen could see that she was torn between enjoying
the attention and running away. She stared curiously as Kirk leaned in,
lapping at the soft leather of her loafers, breathing deeply what had to be
a pungent aroma. Karen could not imagine how bad the younger woman's feet
must smell. Her shoes looked old and worn, and Jeanie looked to be on the
last legs of her shift. She musty have been walking around in god knows
what in her loafers for hours. Still, Kirk licked frantically, trying
desperately to please as the woman pulled her foot back, making him
inadvertently crawl after her. Claudette and Sandy laughed, and soon enough
Karen found herself joining in. Before long though, the woman kicked at
him, thumping Kirk in the nose and cheek to make him back off.

"That's enough! Stop it! Jesus! What is he, some sicko freak?" The waitress
stared at Kirk as he stopped licking but stayed prostrate, bowing at her
feet. "I- I have to get back to work." The waitress blushed, ripping the
check from her pad and tossing it to the table before hurrying off. Karen
looked down at her brother still snuffling about the floor like a pig in
heat. It was disgusting... exciting!

"Make him stop!" Karen snapped, looking up at Claudette, and her friend
simply shrugged.

"Okay, Karen. Calm down." She turned, smiling at the young man down on the
floor on his hands and knees.

"Kirk?" Karen saw her brother stiffen at her friend's voice, though he
stayed on all fours. "That's enough, boy. Come back to us."

Slowly Kirk stood and turned, sliding back into the booth. His face was
filthy from the dirt of the floor and the shoes he had tongued clean, as
well as beet red from embarrassment, apparently. If he remembered what he
had just done, he said nothing and simply hung his head in shame. Karen
could not help but feel excited by what she had just witnessed, but in turn
she also felt a shock of pity for her brother. What had they done to him?

"Pay the bill, Kirk," Sandy said as she stood and helped his mother into
her light blazer. Karen watched as Kirk took out his wallet and dropped
almost eighty dollars onto the tabletop. Quite a tip for almost three hours
and a few cups of coffee, not to mention a shoe shine. Karen scooped up
three twenties as she grabbed her purse and left the booth, following her
friends, Kirk following a few steps behind. She planned to return the money
to her brother later.  Really she did.

***

The drive home was quiet for the most part, most of the way. Karen glanced
nervously at her brother from the driver's seat, but he said nothing and
simply kept his head bowed. He seemed tired and embarrassed, and she
wondered just how much of what had happened at the restaurant he actually
remembered.

Claudette had assured her that Kirk would be fine as they said their good
byes in the Denny's parking lot. It had been dark and deserted, a chilly
breeze rustling the papers and dust about the blacktop while they all
huddled together and talked. Well, Karen, Claudette and Sandy spoke; Kirk
had simply stood to one side, almost at attention as though awaiting
orders. It had bothered Karen to see him that way, but she still felt hot
over it as well. The power and control was exciting her, but she had to put
a stop to it.

"I want you to change him back," she had said, and Claudette and Sandy
simply chuckled. "It's not right!"

"He's fine, Karen. Really." Claudette took a slow drag off of another
cigarette and grinned to see Kirk lick his lips. "He's just more helpful
now. More respectful. How many times have you told me what a brat he was?
Now he'll do whatever you say, no questions asked."

"But," Karen hesitated, looking at Kirk. He seemed to be almost squirming
as the cigarette smoke drifted past him. He was sweating. "He's not like my
brother now. He's like some robot or something. I don't like it!"

"Sure you do." Sandy said, stepping up beside Kirk and putting an arm
around his shoulders. "I was watching you, Karen. You were lovin' it. You
almost came when he was lickin' my mom's shoes, and the waitress'. You
wanted him to do yours."

"No..." Karen denied it, but she could hear her voice waver. Was Sandy
right? Did she really want her brother to be a robot? Her robot?

"Look, Karen," Claudette said, "Let it go for awhile. A few days maybe,
then see what you want. You'll see that he's still your brother, just minus
the snotty bad habits. He'll show you respect, and do whatever you say. Let
him do some chores or something. You'll both love it. You'll see."

"I don't know..." Karen hesitated, but found herself digging through her
purse for her car keys. Apparently it was decided. She supposed a few days
would not hurt.

"There won't be any permanent damage will there? You'll be able to change
him back after even a few days?"

Claudette chuckled. "I could take him out after a few years, Karen. Just
put him back under and remove the suggestions." Claudette raised an
expectant eyebrow, waiting for Karen's response, knowing that there was no
doubt.

"Okay." Karen sighed in final agreement as she found her keys. "Just for a
few days then."

"'Til next weekend?" Sandy suggested. "We can get together again and you
can decide. I bet I know what you'll say though."

Karen smirked, climbing into her car as Sandy held the door for her. "I
doubt that. But one week then. Then we'll get together." Sandy closed the
door and Karen rolled down the window as her brother had gotten into the
passenger's side.

"Go with it Karen," Sandy said with a smile. "You might even enjoy it."
Karen started the car.

"I'll try, but I doubt I'll like it."

They had said good bye and now Karen was regretting her decision. Kirk
looked so pathetic sitting there quietly, his head bowed. He looked nothing
like a real man now, even less than before. He looked as low as she knew
that he had been told to feel. She had to do something. She had to try and
get him back to normal before she got him home. God, what would their
mother think?

Their father had died when Kirk was just five years old. Kirk barely
remembered him, and ever since their mother had managed both parental
roles. And done a fairly good job of it, Karen had to admit. Neither of the
Gibbons kids had turned out badly, though Kirk had yet to get motivated at
choosing a career or college now that he was out of school. He had taken a
part-time job at a local Safeway for some summer spending money, but had
been laid off just the week before due to slow times. She suspected that
the eighty dollars he had tossed on the table was all the money he had left
until he found something else. Their mother would let him slide of course,
so long as he helped out around the house while she was at work. She was
pretty easy going that way. She would definitely freak though if Kirk
suddenly dropped to his knees and started to kiss her feet.

Karen chuckled at the image that popped into her head. There mother Janice
was almost fifty, but still really good looking in a motherly kind of
way. Her hair was grayish brown, but she stayed active and was healthy.

Karen slowed the car at a stoplight and turned to her brother. He was still
staring at the floor at his feet. She cleared her throat –

"Kirk?"

Her brother turned his head and their eyes met for a split second before he
quickly averted his gaze, staring down again.

"Yes, Ma'am?" he whispered, and Karen sagged. She liked the respectful tone
of his voice, but it just was not right somehow. It felt weird.

"Kirk," she continued, her own voice wavering. She was nervous, and
unconsciously digging through her purse for a cigarette. Before she even
realized what she was doing she had one between her lips and lit. She saw
her brother inhaling deeply as the pale blue smoke drifted past him. Maybe
that was the key. He would do anything for a smoker, Claudette had told
him. Maybe he would act normally again if she told him while blowing smoke
in his face.

The blare of a horn from behind jerked her from her train of thought. The
traffic light had turned green, so Karen rolled the car slowly forward and
towards the curb where she put it in park. After the car behind sped past,
she turned to her brother again.

"Kirk, when I get you home I want you to act normally," she said. She took
a long drag off of her Newport and slowly blew the smoke into her brother's
face. His stupid smile grew, and she knew that he was becoming high, and
hopefully more suggestive. "I want you to be like you were before
tonight. I want you to be my normal little brother again."

"Yes, Ma'am..." he whispered, his voice slurred.

This was going to be harder than she thought...

It had taken Karen almost thirty minutes to talk her brother back, but even
then she was not sure if he was totally reverted. For the longest time he
had kept addressing her as Ma'am, even after she told him not to. It was
only when she told him that that did not make her happy that it stopped,
and it was then that she knew the key.

She was not Claudette, and had no idea what she was doing really, but she
had to try. The best bet was simply to imitate what Claudette had done and
said; speaking slowly down at him, reinforcing her words over and over and
keeping him in his cigarette-smoke high. After awhile he seemed to stop
looking at the floor, and before long he sat a little bit straighter.

Finally, when she thought she had it right, Karen lit a last cigarette and
blew the smoke at her brother. She bit her lip as he seemed to stiffen for
a moment, his eyes glazing over, but then he reached up and knuckled his
eye. He turned to her, scowling.

"Don't blow smoke in my face!" he snapped. "You know I hate that!"

He rubbed at his eyes and Karen had to smile. That was the Kirk she
knew. That was her brother.

"Sorry..." she apologized and stubbed the cigarette out in the car's
ashtray. Kirk rolled down the window all the way as she put the car back
into drive and rolled back into the street. He was breathing deeply, head
high and ignoring her.

"Could you close the window, Kirk? It's a little chilly."

"In a minute."

Karen stifled a giggle.  Her brother was back.


Kirk woke with a shudder at the strange sound. He sat bolt upright,
instantly regretting it as his head started to spin. He felt tired and weak
and wondered just what he had drank the night before. He felt as though he
had a hangover, but he couldn't remember having a single drop of alcohol.

In fact, he could not remember much of anything from the night before. He
recalled he and his sister meeting up with her friend Claudette and her
stuck up daughter, Sandy at the theater. He remembered the stupid movie
they had seen, and how much he had hated it. It had seemed farfetched and
unbelievable at the time. But later at Denny's...

It seemed as though Claudette had changed his opinions of hypnosis while
they had been at the restaurant, though he could not really recall what she
had said to change his mind. The evening after the movie was a blur to him
now, just little snatches of imagery springing forth in his mind. His head
was fuzzy though, and the images were strange and in no real
order. Cigarettes and smells, feet and a lot of smoke...

It was odd.

"Kirk!"

He heard his mother's voice as she knocked on his bedroom door again. That
was what had woke him up, too early apparently. His head was swimming and
his mouth felt dirty for some reason. He couldn't imagine how his breath
must smell.

"Kirk... time to get up. It's after ten, son..."

Kirk Gibbons heard the knob of the door rattle as his mother pushed it open
a crack and peered inside. She was still dressed in her long, pink fleece
housecoat with her shoulder length hair pulled back into a loose tail. She
had probably been up for an hour or two but had not taken the time to get
dressed yet. Kirk could smell coffee though, and something else that had
burned on the stove. He smelled smoke.

"Breakfast's on the table, so get out of bed and come eat before it gets
cold."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Kirk saw his mother blink, and then smile widely. She looked pretty,
smiling like that.

"Ma'am? My goodness..." she chuckled, a slight blush rising in her
cheek. "So respectful. What a good boy."

Kirk stiffened and stared at his mother for a moment. She was not just
pretty, she was beautiful. So much better than him. He was ugly compared to
her. Ugly and small. He had to look away, down.

"Hurry up now!" she said, a happy order, and pulled the door closed
again. Kirk could hear her padding away from his room and quickly climbed
out of bed to comply. He felt stiff, and he swayed for just a moment as his
head struggled to clear. He did not want to keep his mother waiting, but he
did not want to look more the fool to her by staggering out into her
presence.

He glanced in the mirror and saw his image reflected, frowning. He was
ugly, a skinny little boy with barely any shape to his flat, girlish
body. Even his hair, a dirty, dishwater brown was straggly and dull. He
noted that he had a raging hard on however, poking up a tent in his skimpy
bikini briefs that he normally wore to bed. It was bulging, but he knew how
tiny it actually was; barely four inches at most. That was why he wore the
tiny shorts, to make it seem bigger. Staring at it now, at his reflection
he just seemed tiny and insignificant, and he almost seemed to be dwindling
in the mirror. He felt like a bug. A worm...

His mother was waiting though, and he had to hurry. He reached for his
clothes piled on his desk chair, but hesitated. His mother had not told him
to dress, just to hurry. It seemed wrong to be going out to breakfast in
his underwear, but his mother knew best. She was a woman after all, and his
mother! She was better than him...

Janice Gibbons was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper
by the time she finally heard her son's bedroom door open and close. She
sighed, taking a sip of coffee as she wished that Kirk would not stay out
so late at night. It was the weekend she knew, and he was an adult, but she
wanted him at home if he was going to be living here indefinitely. Her
house, thus, her rules.

Kirk was a good boy, a good son, but he just always seemed to have a chip
on his shoulder. He could not hold a job, and she feared now that he was no
longer even trying to find one. She supposed that he was resentful as his
sister had done so much better for herself. Karen had a good job and a big
apartment across town. Her own car too, and money to burn it seemed.

She supposed that Kirk was jealous to a point, and probably feeling
inadequate as well. There had always been a sort of rivalry between the
siblings, and it seemed- at least for the moment- Karen had finally won.

As a result however, Kirk was snappish and snotty at times and almost
always in a foul mood. No job, living at home with Mommy, no car, no
girlfriend, no self esteem...

Janice sighed. It would probably make her crazy as well. Maybe she should
have Gerald talk to him again when he got home next weekend. It never
seemed to help, but –

Janice put on a smile and looked up as her son's shadow fell across the
table. Her smile quickly fell away however, as she felt her mouth go slack
and her eyes grow wide. She gasped, trying to speak but the words choked in
her throat.

Kirk was standing beside the table dressed only in the tiny bikini briefs
that she knew he wore to bed at night. They left little to the imagination,
and though she had seen her son naked before, it had been many years.

She looked the young man up and down in astonishment. She could not imagine
what had spurred him to come to the table almost naked. She tried not to
look, but her eyes naturally drifted to her son's crotch. She felt herself
blush as she stared. She knew that her son was not well endowed, but what
he had between his legs was standing at full attention and poking out
against the soft fabric of his briefs. It was tiny actually, barely four
inches, but in his current state of undress, hard to miss.

Janice looked away, trying her best not to stare. She looked at her son's
face, but found him staring at the floor, breathing heavily. His skin was
splotchy red, and he could not seem to meet her gaze. He was just as
embarrassed as she was apparently. Why had he done this then?

Janice was shaking as she tried to regain her composure. She reached for a
cigarette and heard the slightest moan from her son as she lit it. He was
staring intently at the cigarette in her mouth now as she waved her match
out. She exhaled and saw Kirk quiver as he breathed in the smoke. He hated
cigarette smoke...

"Kirk..." she finally managed to squeak out after a few long, calming
drags. Kirk was swaying now she noted, looking almost high as he sniffed
the air deeply. He had a stupid, sheepish grin on his face and his hard on
was still raging.

"Kirk," she began again, more firmly, "what's going on? Why didn't you get
dressed?" He seemed to think for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am..." he whispered. His voice seemed sad, almost hurt. "You
didn't tell me to get dressed. You said to hurry."

Janice blinked. That was true, she supposed. But still...

"But Kirk," she scolded, "you don't come to the table in your
underwear. It's not right. I'm your mother for God's sake!"

Kirk hung his head with a frown. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

He almost seemed ready to cry. She had not been that harsh, but he was
trembling and his skin was blotching pink. He was ashamed.

"It's okay, Kirk," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. There was
obviously something wrong. She had to just go with it, and find out
what. "What's done is done. Just don't do it again. You gave me quite a
start."

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry."

Janice stared at her son again for a moment. He still had not made a move
to sit and eat. It was as though he was waiting for her to give him
permission. She had never heard him sound so apologetic, even when he had
done something really bad. He had broken one of her favorite vases when he
was younger, and it had taken all of his will to say he was sorry then,
after denying it for a day or two. She had spanked him and grounded him in
the past, but could not remember him ever being so...

So...

Wimpish... submissive...

"Kirk," she said again, looking squarely at his face. He could not meet her
gaze but kept staring at the floor. "Are you feeling all right? Are you
hungry? The oatmeal's a little burnt, but it's still good. You need to
eat."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well then sit down and eat." Janice smiled, trying to take it all in
stride. Maybe it was some joke. A lost bet or something that Karen put him
up to. She smirked, shaking her head. That had to be it. Well, she could
play along then.

"Unless you're planning on eating it off of the floor like a dog." Janice
laughed, "The way you're acting this morning, I wouldn't put it past – "

Janice gasped as her son picked up the bowl of oatmeal and dropped to his
hands and knees at her feet. Her eyes grew wide as he bent low, putting his
face into the bowl and started licking and snuffling like a famished pig.

Or a dog...

He was acting just like a dog just as she had suggested. It had been a joke
of course. She had not imagined that he would actually want to eat his food
on his hands and knees at her feet, yet there he was. It was
ridiculous... horrible!

Yet for some reason Janice could not take her eyes from her son. He was
licking, crawling about and following the bowl as he pushed it about on the
floor trying to get at the food with his tongue. His bikini-clad butt was
high in the air, wagging almost, wiggling about like he had a tail. It was
almost obscene, but Janice stared transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away.

This was more than some joke. Kirk had to be humiliated beyond belief, and
she could see reddish patches all over his skin that betrayed that
truth. Still, he did not stop. Why was he doing this? What had come over
him that would make him act so strangely, and before his very mother?

Still Janice watched, fascinated with how hard he was trying to clean the
bowl. Almost as though he was trying to please her by eating every bite. He
was nosing the bowl forward, closer and closer to her feet while she
watched, trying to get at more of it. The bowl suddenly tipped as it bumped
into the edge of her feet and Kirk gasped as a sloppy glop of the oatmeal
spilled out onto her feet and toes. He glanced up apologetically, and
Janice almost gasped. Was that fear in his eyes?

She started to reach for a napkin to wipe her foot clean when her son
shocked her even further. She finally did gasp as, with a whimper of shame,
Kirk leaned forward and started to lick her foot clean of the mess that he
had made.

His tongue was hot and slick, almost slimy, and Janice's first instinct was
to giggle as it tickled to feel his licking. She held it in though, her
mouth twitching from smile to tight-lipped frown as she watched her son
lick her foot, lick her toes. It tickled, and Janice felt it all the way up
her leg. She shivered and more. She felt a warmth suddenly between her
legs.

"Oh god..."

Her eyes grew wide as she realized that her son's ministrations were
getting her excited. She felt an old, half-forgotten tingle in her loins
that had been absent for years. She loved her sometimes, on again off again
boyfriend, Gerald of course, but it had been a long time since he had last
stimulated her, or even excited her in the slightest way. She thought that
she was just getting too old, but now she was feeling warm and damp between
her legs. Her skin was tingling, and it just got worse the more she stared
at her groveling son.

"Oh... god..."

It was too much! It was wrong! Her son was getting her hot, and she was
letting him!

"No!"

Janice kicked him away with her foot, smacking Kirk right in the nose. He
yelped and whimpered- just like a dog- but he did stop at her command,
scrabbling back on all fours a few short steps. He stayed on his hands and
knees however, and she noticed that he kept his head down to the floor. His
body was shaking too, almost as though he was trying to keep from crying.

Janice collapsed back into her chair, breathing hard and totally
dumbfounded. She had absolutely no idea what was going on or what to do
about it. There was nothing in mothering to prepare her for this. Janice
took deep breaths as she thought, watching her son as he bowed down before
her. She didn't know what to say.

In the end, she reached for a cigarette...

It was almost noon before Karen finally pulled her car into the driveway of
her mother's house. She rolled the car to a stop beside her mother's Volvo
and gunned the engine a bit before shutting down. It had been rattling
again, and she feared that it was on its last legs. She glanced enviously
to the side at her mother's still fairly new car and sighed. It seemed she
would never be so well off.

Still, she was glad to see the other car in the driveway. That meant that
her mother was at home, and more importantly that Kirk was as well. Karen
Gibbons thought that she had talked her brother down from the `fun' of the
previous night, but she still had some reservations. She had not been
certain that she had been able to undo what Claudette had mischievously
done to Kirk, and as a result she had hardly slept at all that night.

Karen dropped her keys into her purse and sidled out of the car. She
immediately felt the heat of the day and was glad that she had opted for
shorts and a tanktop, as there were already droplets of sweat forming
between her breasts and under her arms. She hoped to be able to sit out in
her mother's backyard for awhile today and get a jumpstart on her tan. She
had a few loads of laundry to do, and it would be the perfect opportunity.

Karen folded the driver's seat forward and hefted the first of her three
big bags out of the car's back seat. It was the smallest, but even it was
heavy, and she was just so tired. One was enough for now, she would come
back for the other two later. Or she could ask Kirk to get them.

Karen smiled, closing the car door and hefting her bag towards the front
door. The night before, Kirk would have begged to fetch her bags for her,
and probably would have done it on his hands and knees. She sighed. That
was wrong of course, but the image of it still made her kind of excited.

"Mom! It's just me!" Karen called out as she stepped into the entryway. She
was always happy to come home. She liked being out on her own of course,
but her mother's house was always so cheerful it would always be home to
her.

Karen glanced about the living room, dropping her laundry bag to the floor
as she closed the door behind her. As always, the room was spotless and
smelled fresh. The carpet was a plush shag of green underfoot, and the
furniture; the long couch and easy chairs were dark burnt orange and looked
too inviting. There were end tables arranged just so and potted plants here
and there making everything warm and alive. Too her right she could see the
kitchen table and television, beyond that the door to her old bedroom, now
Kirk's. To her left was the hallway to her mom's room and what was now the
workroom since Karen had moved and her brother took her old room. That way
led to the bathroom and the cellar door as well. There was a bar top cut
away into the wall dividing the living room and the kitchen straight ahead,
and beyond that Karen could see the backyard with a few trees blooming in
the distance. Karen sighed remembering all the happy times that she had had
growing up here. It had not all been fun and games, but the good times
certainly outweighed the bad.

"Mom?" she called out again, surprised that her mother had not come to
greet her yet. The television was on, so she was about somewhere. Maybe out
back or...

Janice Gibbons came walking down the hall from the bathroom, one hand
patting at her hair. She was dressed in white shorts and a dark blue shell
tee shirt with leather flat casuals to match. She looked clean and fresh,
her hair combed and just a bit of make-up on. She looked up as she entered
the living room, almost gasping in shock to see Karen standing there.

"Oh!" she squeaked, and Karen noticed her mother's eyes quickly dart about
the room, finally resting on the view to the kitchen. "Karen. I- I didn't
hear you come in."

"Just got here, Mom." Karen stepped up and gave her mother a short kiss on
the cheek. Karen could feel the tenseness in her mother even from the short
contact. She wondered briefly what was the matter, but there was a gnawing
in her stomach that made her suspect that she already knew. "I thought I'd
do some laundry, if that's okay?"

Karen stepped away, looking about the house once more and felt her mother
right on her heels.

"Of course..."

Karen turned to find her mother right behind her, but her gaze was fixed on
the opening to the kitchen again. Karen followed her mother's gaze but saw
nothing.

"Mom... Where's Kirk?"

"He's..."

Karen Gibbons heard the hesitation in her mother's voice and saw the older
woman lick her lips. She was nervous... worried.

"Oh, god..."

Karen turned on her heel and dashed across the carpet towards the
kitchen. The sound of her Dr. Scholl's slapping on the soles of her feet
seemed to echo the hammering of her heartbeat and the rush of blood and
adrenaline in her ears. She heard her mother right behind her.

"Karen! Wait!"

Karen rounded the corner and froze. She felt the blood drain from her face
and her head started to spin. She was gasping for breath suddenly, and
really thought that she might faint.

Kirk was in the kitchen, just as she thought he would be. He was not,
however, in any condition that she might have expected. He was almost naked
save for a skimpy, satiny pair of bikini briefs that left little to the
imagination. His skin was pale and smooth, almost hairless, and from the
back with his long hair he could have been mistaken for a girl. He was on
his hands and knees, his tight ass waving in the air as he scrubbed at the
tiles on the kitchen floor. Karen saw that he was using a toothbrush.

"Oh... my... god... "

Karen stared in shock, watching as her brother toiled away, scrubbing hard
at some imaginary dirt or grime on the floor. He looked pathetic, naked on
his hands and knees, little more than a drudge! A slave!

Karen sensed her mother right behind her, her breathing heavy in the
suddenly eerie silence. The only other sound was the low murmur of the
television and the scrape of the toothbrush on the tiled floor. She rounded
on her mother, and saw the older woman staring at Kirk, her face a sad mix
of worry and astonishment.

"Mom!" Karen shouted, trying to control herself. "How could you?" Her
mother's face was ashen and she actually moved back a step at Karen's
outburst. She looked more shocked that her daughter had yelled at her than
that she had her son on his knees scrubbing floors.

"Karen..." she said in a shaky but soothing tone, "Calm down. It's not what
you think."

"Not what I think? Well, what is it then?" Karen turned back to her brother
and saw that he seemed to be scrubbing all the harder. She blinked,
surprised that he had not even stopped to see what all the shouting was
about.

"I- I don't know, really," her mother continued laying a hand on Karen's
arm to pull her away, "but he wanted to."

He wanted too...

Karen felt the words sink in even as she felt her mother's gentle tug on
her arm leading her away. She backed up and eventually followed, feeling
tears welling up. What had they done?

They sat together on the couch, side by side. Her mother had not let go of
Karen, and was in fact now grasping her hands. Janice Gibbons still looked
a bit shocked, but she was trying to smile and hold up a good front. Karen
sniffed.

"What happened?" Karen did not want to spill everything immediately. She
could not imagine how angry her mother might get if she told how Claudette
had hypnotized her brother, and how Karen had actually encouraged it. She
never imagined though that it would get so far out of control.

"I honestly don't know," her mother started, reaching for a
cigarette. Karen gasped; remembering that the smoke was a trigger but said
nothing as her mother lit up.

"I woke him up for breakfast, same as always, and like every other morning
it took him awhile to get going. I was already at the table when he came
into the kitchen, but when I looked up he was, well, dressed like that. I
was shocked to say the least, and I asked him what he was doing and he just
said that I hadn't told him to get dressed. I scolded him then, but he just
stood there and took it- no back talk or apologies at all. If anything he
looked hurt that he'd made me upset. I thought he was going to cry."

Janice snorted, half-smiling as she took a long drag from her
cigarette. Karen stared at her mother, at first not believing that she was
so calm about it all, until she recalled her own reaction from the night
before. She chewed her lower lip, finally reaching for her mother's pack of
cigarettes herself.

"I finally decided what's done is done. Hell, I've seen him naked before. I
told him to sit and eat, but he just stood there. I joked then, said
something about him eating his breakfast from a bowl on the floor like a
dog.

"He dropped right down and did just that. I couldn't believe it at first,
and just sat there watching him. He was groveling, licking at the bowl and
chasing it around at my feet when he tipped it over. He slopped oatmeal on
my foot, and without missing a beat he started to lick it up."

Karen's heart was racing as she took a long drag from her cigarette. Her
mother looked calm now, her eyes almost sparkling. Karen remembered Kirk
licking the French fry off of Claudette's shoe, and then the waitress –

"I had to get away. It was too much, so I shoved him back and ran for the
bathroom. It was horrible, and I have to admit thrilling. God, it excited
me to feel his tongue on my foot and my toes. I- "

"Mom!" Karen stared at her mother and saw her blush. She grinned however,
and Karen felt the now familiar tingle between her legs. "Mom, he's your
son!"

"I know..." Janice Gibbons. "I know, but Jesus, I'm still a woman. Certain
things excite me, and that always has." Karen nodded, smiling slightly in
understanding. That was something she never knew about her mother.

"I didn't know what else to do, so I got dressed. I needed the normalcy I
suppose. I'd been in the bathroom almost twenty minutes by then and another
ten after I ran into the bedroom. I didn't know what to expect. I thought
he'd gone crazy! Finally though I crept back out and made my way back to
the kitchen.

"He was still there, just as I'd left him, on his knees under the kitchen
table. I just stared at him for a few minutes, hoping he'd do something,
but he barely moved. He just sort of whimpered. When I finally got the
courage to ask him what was going on he just started
apologizing. Apologizing for getting up late, for spilling his food, for
being bad in general, on and on... I didn't know what else to do so I
forgave him. He sort of whimpered again and crawled over to my feet,
thanking me over and over while sniffing and kissing my feet in my flats.

"I yelled at him then, told him to stop and we went right back to square
one with him cringing on the floor at my feet."

Karen sighed, taking another cigarette. It was worse than she had
thought. He seemed caught in some submissive role now. Something that her
mother had said had reduced her brother to a footlicking slave. Claudette
must have done it somehow, some code word, but Karen could not for the life
of her remember what, or when she would have had the time to pull that off.

"I thought for a minute, then asked him what it was that he was trying to
prove. I asked him what he wanted. He said that he was sorry again. Sorry
for everything and that he wanted- no- needed to make amends for being so
bad. He said that he was lower than me, beneath me. He kept saying that I
was so much better than him. He wanted to make me happy, to please me. He
was almost crying again, with his head on the floor and bowing down at
me. It was weird, but a rush too. He was so respectful, calling me `Ma'am'
over and over. Still, no matter what I said he wouldn't get up, or
stop. Finally I thought that maybe if I went along with it that he'd get it
out of his system. I told him to clean up the kitchen from breakfast as I
hadn't had the chance yet, and he scrambled right off to do it with a `Yes,
Ma'am'. I watched him for awhile, wondering what I should do, but he seemed
happy at his work. Hell, he had an erection!"

Karen licked her lips imagining the scene. She remembered that Claudette
had added that into his hypnosis. It would excite him to do things, to
serve...

"I finally went and sat down to watch TV. I was hoping that he would
eventually get bored and stop, but as you can see..." Janice shrugged,
puffing on her cigarette. Karen followed suit, listening to the scrubbing
noises coming from the kitchen. She bit down on her lip again, not knowing
what to say. She supposed though that there was little she could do except
fess up. She squeezed her mother's hand, wondering how, where to start?

"Mom..." she sighed, trying to get her courage up. "I need to tell you
something..."

It took awhile for Karen to tell the story of the night before. She did not
want to leave anything out or hide her part in it. She was as much to
blame, even though it was actually Claudette that had done the deed. By the
time she had finished the two women had smoked all of Janice's cigarettes
and had started in on Karen's pack. They were both on edge, and though
Karen knew that the smoke was a trigger and probably reinforcing her
brother's hypnotic thralldom, she needed the nicotine fix.

She was just winding down her story, trying to explain how she had tried to
set things right herself by talking her brother back in the car when Kirk
came crawling into the room. He crawled right up to where the two women
were sitting and bowed down before them with his head touching the floor
near their feet. Karen pulled her feet back, but she noticed that her
mother simply crossed her legs, her foot twirling above her brother's bowed
head. And he was breathing deeply.

"What is it, son?"

"I'm finished, Ma'am," Kirk whispered, almost whimpered, his voice muffled
slightly as he spoke into the carpet. "I hope I've done a good job. I'm
sorry it took so long. I'm sorry. Please..."

"Shhh..." Janice cooed. "I'm sure you did fine." Karen stared wide-eyed as
her mother slid one foot up under her brother's face and started rubbing
the back of his head with the other. Immediately Kirk started to lick and
kiss their mother's shoe.

"Mom!"

Janice Gibbons waved her daughter quiet. "He wants this, remember? It's the
only thing that will calm him down. You said so yourself."

She lit another cigarette, watching her son grovel at her feet and Karen
too was mesmerized. She could feel her panties getting damp.

"Well, obviously we need to call Claudette." Janice Gibbons extended her
leg and laid it across her son's back and shoulders. She pulled the other
foot away from him- to his whimpers- and crossed it over the other at the
ankles. Karen gasped to see her mother using her brother as a footstool.

"She has to get him out of whatever spell she put on him. This is wrong!"

"Jeez, you think?"

Karen laughed despite herself. Her brother just looked so
ridiculous. Still, she started digging through her bag for her cell
phone. Once in hand she hit the speed dial to call her friend. After a few
short rings, Claudette finally picked up.

"Hello... Claudette Martin speaking."

"Claudette. It's Karen."

"Karen. What a nice surprise. What can I do for you?"

"You know very well what you can `do for me'! You need to get over here
right now and change my brother back to normal!"

"Karen... Calm down. What's wrong?"

"Wrong? He's crawling around on the floor like a dog! My mother's using him
as a footstool!"

"Ha-hah! Sounds like he found his true calling."

"It's not funny!" Karen fumed. She could not believe how nonchalant
Claudette was taking it. "You have to help him!"

"I thought we were going to give it a few days?"

"Yeah, but... It's too much!"

"Sounds like your mother doesn't think so."

"Claudette!"

"All right. Okay... I can't come out today though. I'm at the hospital, and
I have a meeting with the directors in a few minutes, and then I have
rounds. I'm on call here until midnight, but I can stop by tomorrow."

"That's no good! This has to stop!"

"Well, I might have time before my rounds. Or maybe afterwards I can see
him. You can bring him here..."

"To the hospital?" Karen was shocked. She didn't want anyone else seeing
her brother like he was, especially at a mental hospital.

"Yes. I can send an ambulance if you want."

"No! God no! Can't you come? This is your fault."

"I didn't hear you complaining too loudly last night, Karen. No, I can't
get away, but rather than an ambulance, I can send Sandy over to help. She
knows the hospital policies."

"Policies? What do you mean?"

"I'll have to sign him in as a patient until I can see him. Just a
twenty-four hour observation really, but if he's going to be on the
premises he has to be registered or I would get into a shitload of
trouble. Obviously he won't be here that long, but I have to follow the law
if you don't want to wait."

Karen hesitated, thinking. She wanted Kirk back to normal as quickly as
possible, but not agreeing to Claudette's conditions meant him being here
begging to serve. Her mother might handle that, but it was too much for
her.

"No," she sighed. If he was going to the hospital for twenty-four hours
they may as well wait until Claudette could come by in the morning. She did
not want her brother in the mental hospital at any rate. She had heard
tales of Harding, jokingly referred to as `Hard-on'. "No, but can Sandy
come around to help us out? She seemed to know more about this than me last
night."

"I suppose," Claudette said, and Karen could hear what sounded like
disappointment in her voice. Karen knew that her friend had a bit of an
infatuation with her brother, but why did Claudette want Kirk at the
hospital? It almost made Karen nervous thinking what Claudette could do
unsupervised. "I'll call Sandy and see, and have her call you one way or
the other. Good enough?"

"Okay," Karen agreed, only slightly relieved. She could only imagine the
long day and night ahead of them until Claudette arrived the next
day. "We'll be waiting."

"All right. And Karen, don't let this get you upset. It's nothing,
really. Nothing I can't easily fix. Besides, by the way it sounds, your
brother subconsciously wanted this. He was damn eager to please last
night."

"It's not right," Karen argued. She did not like the way that Claudette was
trying to weasel out of any of the blame, and trying to convince her that
it was okay that Kirk was acting like a slave. "I just want it to end."

"It will, Karen," Claudette soothed. "I promise. Let me go and I'll call
Sandy. And I'll call later to see how things are going, okay? Don't worry."

"All right."

They said their good byes after Karen flipped the cell closed and dropped
it into her purse again. She sighed, looking to her mother and forcing a
hopeful smile. That faltered though as she told Janice Gibbons what
Claudette had suggested. Her mother seemed to almost consider it as she
recrossed her legs and wiggled her heels against Kirk's back. Karen could
see red marks and indentations in her brother's skin from the heels of her
mother's shoes.

"I guess we wait then," her mother said, taking a drag on her cigarette and
blowing the smoke about Kirk. Her brother breathed in all the harder,
trying to get satisfaction from the smoke, knowing that he was making his
mother happy.

He had his forehead to the floor, right up against the base of the
couch. He wavered a bit as the smoke drifted about him, no doubt getting
high from the smell. Karen knew that every breath was probably dragging him
deeper into his submission, and worse, so did their mother. God, was she
actually trying to make him worse?

"Mom!" she said, leaning forward and grabbing her mother's wrist. By the
quick look of irritation Karen figured that her mother knew exactly what
she was doing.

"Let go, Karen," her mother said, and after a moment Karen complied. They
locked eyes for a long, silent heartbeat until finally her mother sighed
and dabbed out the butt in the ashtray.

"Listen," her mother began, finally taking her feet off of Kirk's
back. Karen noted however that as she crossed one leg over the other, the
foot planted on the floor was right beside her brother's face. "I know this
is wrong, but there's nothing that we can do about it. I tried, and you
said you tried last night. We have to wait and hope that Sandy can help, or
if not then Claudette tomorrow. Either way he's going to act like this
until he gets cured, otherwise he just whimpers and looks pitiful. We can
at least keep him happy and content until then."

"We could put him in his room," Karen suggested, but her mother shook her
head.

"Punish him? He's not to blame."

Karen looked away at her mother's accusing stare. She was right of
course. This was not Kirk's fault, so why should he suffer? And Claudette
had said that he would not do anything that he did not want to do. The
thought had crossed her mind over and over. Did he really want this?

"All right, mom," Karen finally conceded with a sigh.

"You win..."

Sandy had called after a 30 or so minutes, saying that she would come by
but that she had things to do first.

"It might be a couple hours," she had said, not sounding concerned in the
least. Karen started to think that she was the only one that WAS
concerned. Even her brother was content as her mother had thrown him a
figurative bone.

Janice had made an oven-made mac n cheese for dinner and she put a large
helping of the food on a big wide oval plate as she sat at the kitchen
table (Janice sat far enough back from the table to look under it) while
Karen looked on from the other room, still talking on cell.

Karen watched as, shockingly, her mother picked up the plate and placed it
on the ground under the table in front of her feet in the leather flat
casuals.  Even more shockingly, Karen watched as her devious mother slipped
her foot out of her leather casual and slipped her tiny foot right into the
freshly made mac n cheese on the plate, right in front of Kirk's waiting
face.  Karen was shocked at the sick sight and wrinkled her nose in disgust
knowing well the smell of her mother's shoes and feet, the thought of the
rank smell almost making her gag. She wondered how Kirk could stand it and
was aghast as she watched her brother lick the mac n cheese from her
mother's foot and her toes. Oh god, now the smell of the shoes and feet and
food was intermixing in the air.

"Hello?"

Sandy's voice had broken the spell, and Karen simply told her friend to
hurry before flipping the phone closed. She dropped the cell back into her
purse again and stared at her brother.

She could hear him inhaling deeply, then slathering his tongue between his
mother's food-covered toes only to repeat and repeat. It was too much.

Karen almost stepped away. She turned back to see her mother watching her
curiously.

"Do what you want, mom," she said trying to keep the disgust and anger out
of her voice. She was angry at her mother for treating Kirk as she was, and
in such a gross way, but more angry at herself for causing all of this and
not being able to stop it. "I can't take it though. I'll wait for Sandy in
Kirk's room. Check my e-mails or something."


"Suit yourself," her mother said, shrugging. Then, even as Karen started to
turn away she saw her mother easing her other foot from its shoe and slowly
slide it into the mac n cheese on the plate.  She heard her mother moan
softly.  Kirk slipped his mouth around his mother's big toe and sucked on
it like it was a lollipop.  His face was covered in cheese, with a couple
little noodes stuck on his cheek.  Janice moaned, experiencing some of the
most intense pleasure she has ever felt at this gross extreme form of
domination and debauchery.

Karen stormed away.  She ignored the scene, trying to suppress her feelings
as she leaned into the refrigerator in the garage, luxuriating of the chill
on her flushed skin. She reached in finally and took a beer from the lowest
shelf, noting that six remained. As she stood straight and closed the door
she wondered when her mother had started drinking so much. But no, the beer
might be Gerald's.

Karen knew that her mother's boyfriend spent some of his free time there,
or vice-versa, her mother at his place. The beer was probably his, or
theirs in the least. Mystery solved.  Maybe her mother would not be so bold
if he were around.

Nothing for it though as she opened her brother's door and went inside the
dimly lit room. She flipped on the light, wrinkling her nose at the almost
locker room smell that assaulted her. It wasn't too bad, but definitely a
`guy' smell, like unwashed socks and sweat. She tried to ignore it,
stepping deeper inside and opening a window for some fresh air to
circulate. She would get used to it.

She popped the top on the beer bottle as she looked around the room that
had once been hers. The color scheme was still mostly the same, both she
and Kirk favoring blue in the curtains, carpeting and bedspread, and too
the paneling was still a grayish white that she had picked out years
ago. There was a closet to her right, and a half-bath to her left, with the
Queen size bed dominating most of the floor. There was a dresser of course,
and Kirk had a small nightstand by the bed with a lamp and some collected
junk. The bed was rumpled and unmade as she recalled that he had been in a
hurry to serve and obey...

Karen shivered, trying to ignore the images flashing through her head. She
stepped to the side of the bed and pulled the covers up before sitting down
and turning towards the dresser. Like the nightstand, the dresser's top was
littered with Kirk's junk; keys, spare change, pens and scraps of paper
with scribbled notes. She ignored his stuff, turning her attention to the
computer that dominated about a half of the space. She turned it on,
sipping at her beer as it powered up.

After a long wait, the Windows banner finally vanished and was replaced
with the desktop image. Karen was no science fiction buff, but even she
recognized the starship Enterprise. Kirk loved the old show, and all of the
sequels and movies and everything. She smiled remembering that he had liked
being called `Captain' Kirk when he was younger.

She heard a chime and glanced at the screen. A small blue box had appeared
with a `Log on' message, a pixel blinking, waiting in the upper space of
the two provided. She had not expected the computer to be divided into two
sections, one no doubt more private than the other. A dark thought washed
through her as she wondered what Kirk might have to hide.

`You won't do anything that you don't want to...'

Claudette's words to Kirk the night before popped unbidden into her mind
again. What if...

Karen blinked as the monitor flickered and the screen saver came on...

"Oh Gawd..."

Karen's eyes widened as she felt her body going numb, watching as the
images faded in and out of sight. She could not believe what she was
seeing. It was unbelievable. Incredible...

There was a college girl dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, sitting in a
chair and reading a magazine. Beneath the chair was an older woman,
hog-tied and with a big red ball jammed into her mouth...  FADE

Two college girls sitting at a computer in a dorm room. On the floor a
naked man knelt and licked at the dirty tennis shoe of one, while the other
rested a foot on his back, laughing...

FADE

An older woman dressed all in black: dress, hose and riding boots, her foot
pressing onto the face of a naked man under her feet...

FADE

A blonde woman in jeans and a peasant blouse holding out a glass of wine
for the camera. She was using a naked man as a footstool...

FADE

A HUGE face of a grinning woman, holding up a tiny man that was barely an
inch tall between her dark red nails. The tiny man was flailing about,
totally helpless...

FADE

A beautiful woman smiling as a naked man licked chocolate cake from her
toes.

FADE

The face of a man licking the dirt from a woman's cowboy boot...

FADE

And on and on...

Karen jiggled the mouse and the Enterprise reappeared, along with the Log
on box. Her heart was racing as she sipped, then guzzled her beer. She
could not believe what she had just seen.

"God..." she whispered to herself. "He does want this."

Karen stared at the computer monitor, almost dumbfounded, wondering what to
do. She wondered just how deeply her brother's depravity ran, then shook
her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

Not depraved. Just fantasies. Sexual definitely, and out of the ordinary,
but to each his own, she supposed. Still, it made her think.

He DID want this.

Did Mom know that?

Did Claudette? It really seemed that way. Claudette had had him on the
floor and licking at the sole of her shoe. How had she found out though?
Karen had never suspected.

She stared at the screen, watching the pixel flicker, waiting...

`Password', she thought. What would it be?

She stared at the Enterprise.

It couldn't be that obvious, could it?

She typed in `CAPTAIN', then hit `ENTER'.

The screen changed, and a box came up:

`WELCOME SLAVE'

Karen sagged as the desktop changed, becoming an image of a young girl
holding a tiny man in the palm of one hand while she probed his privates
with the fingers of the other. The girl was grinning. The girl was
underage.

"God, Kirk..." Karen whispered as the computer settled into Captain Kirk
mode.

She left-clicked on START, then on MY PICTURES and saw almost two dozen
folders pop up after a moment. She scrolled down, reading the titles of the
folders: BONDAGE, BOOTS, CAUGHT, CFNM, FEMDOM, FOOD, and so on. She could
not believe it.

Karen double-clicked on one at random – CFNM...

The Windows Image Viewer popped up displaying the first of several dozen
images. Naked men at the mercy of clothed women, degrading themselves and
helpless; licking shoes and kissing feet, being ridden like a horse or
simply tied up.

And the rest of the folders were little different. There were tied and
dominated men, tiny men at the feet of Giantess women, drawings of boys
being tortured, spanked and whipped...

Karen upended her beer, clicking on a folder labeled KAREN...

There was a picture that she remembered, taken the previous summer at a
picnic at one of the local lakes. She was dressed in a halter and denim
cut-offs, laughing at some joke as she recalled with her legs crossed and
wearing a pair of flip-flops. What she did not recall was her naked brother
on his hands and knees before her, licking her feet. How had he done that?

Photo manipulation, obviously, splicing one image with another, and quite
good at it actually. Karen felt her stomach churn, but too, she felt a
tingle of excitement. It was horrible, but...

Karen jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

When she left her brother's room she was relieved to see Sandy standing in
the foyer of the living room beyond, holding a covered baking dish. Her
barefoot mother was there too, done playing in the kitchen, and they seemed
happy and calm. Then she saw her brother kneeling with his head down to the
floor in the corner and a shiver ran through her again.

"Karen," Sandy said, stepping forward to greet her, leaning in to air
kiss. Karen complied half-heartedly, but saw her friend's discomfort as she
stepped back a bit.

"What's wrong?" Sandy asked, and Karen just shrugged, shaking her head. She
was bewildered, wondering what to do. She had never suspected her
brother's... desires. He apparently DID want what Claudette had done to
him, but did that make it right? He was being controlled, and not in his
right mind. If he truly did have perverse fantasies, well, that was fine,
but he should have his own free will to see them through and not be
manipulated by hypnosis. She was about to say so when Sandy cut her off.

"Wow, you are way too tense over this. You gotta lighten up, Karen."

Sandy's sly grin was huge as she looked at Karen, then turned to Kirk. He
was unmoving with his head to the floor. Karen imagined that her mother had
told him to take that position, and she knew that he would not move until
told otherwise.

"Mom will be here tomorrow before work, and she'll settle things. I know
enough to get Kirk back to some kind of normal for the rest of the day, if
that's what you really want. Myself, I'd enjoy all the attention while you
can."

Karen folded her arms over her chest, feeling a chill. She looked at Sandy
and also felt an attraction. She was dressed in old tight-fitting blue
jeans that hugged her ass nicely. accentuating the gray Ugg boots she
wore. She had a tight-fitting shirt that left her taut stomach showing. Her
kinky black hair fell about her shoulders as she leaned in and towered over
Kirk.

"How you doing, boy?" she asked, and Karen saw her brother writhe and
squirm. He scampered about, his head darting for Sandy's boots. Sandy
giggled, enjoying the attention.

"I don't see the problem," she said, simply standing with her hands on her
hips as Kirk licked and kissed boots. Karen watched, upset but feeling a
surge of excitement as well.

"If it were me, I'd enjoy this to the max."

"Me too," Karen heard her mother say. Janice was sitting on the couch
still, smoking a cigarette and smiling as her son degraded himself at
Sandy's feet. "He has no problem, obviously. It's just her..."

Karen blushed as her mother jerked a thumb in her direction. Karen shook
her head, still unbelieving over what she had seen on her brother's
computer. She sighed, finally...

"Okay," she said, sagging as she collapsed onto the couch beside her
mother. "I surrender. He wants this. I give up."

"What's that?" Sandy asked, wiggling her boots beneath Kirk's face.

"He wants this," Karen said, settling back and crossing her body; legs and
arms. "I saw it on his computer. He's sick. Done. Fucking pervert..."

"No he's not," Sandy said as she pulled her foot back. Kirk started to
crawl after it but she ordered him to stay. Kirk bowed to the floor,
holding position.

"Your brother just likes his sex different. That doesn't make him a
pervert," Sandy explained. "Hell, you like a little lickey-lickey. Does
that make you a pervert? Not me."

"I suppose," Karen said, staring at her brother. He just looked so pathetic
there on the floor, bowed and waiting for instruction. Sandy was right
though. There were plenty of people out there that would call her bi-sexual
tendencies just as perverse as her brother's submissive fantasies. Who was
she to judge?

"C'mon, Karen..."

Karen Gibbons closed her eyes and slipped her foot from the confines of her
Doctor Scholl's, sliding her foot forward. When she felt the warmth of her
brother's tongue on her foot, she came instantly...

***

Claudette rolled the BMW into the driveway and killed the engine. It took
her just a moment to shoulder her bag before sidling out of the car,
shutting the door and walking up to the house. The door was open, as was
sometimes the case.

Claudette opened the screen door and stepped into the house.  She glanced
about the living room. She saw Janice Gibbons sitting on the couch, a
coffee cup in hand as she turned from the morning news show that she had
been watching.

"Claudette," she said with a wide, warm smile. "Good morning."

Then she glanced further ans saw a grossly hot sight.  She saw Sandy
sitting on the edge of the couch with one bare foot in the tiramisu Sandy
had brought over in the rectangualar baking dish and the other foot on the
edge the dish with Kirk eating tiramisu off of it.  Sandy was grinning big
and moaning very softly.  Kirk went from licking under the toes to sucking
on Sandy's big toe.  Then he moved to the other toes and licked between for
the cake and sucked the toes.  It was a twisted sight indeed, she never
knew her daughter was this kinky, this messed up.

"Oh hi, Jan," Claudette said without stopping to watch her daughter and
Kirk with the dessert.  "How are you?" Janice asked, setting her coffee mug
aside, not noticing enough how distracted Claudette was.

"Oh...I'm good. But uh, I see you're better. Got things, uh, sorted out I
see."

"Yeah," Janice nodded. "It was Karen really, but she's come around."

"I figured," Claudette said as she stepped up and slid and asserted her
sandaled foot under Kirk's face, making it clear to him that he was done
with Sandy's food covered foot for the moment.  She heard his whimper of
lust as he leaned in and started licking. She had not showered, expecting a
tough time, but apparently it was not necessary. And Kirk had no problem
cleaning her corn chip smelling feet. His tongue was hot as it washed over
her foot, slipping under the wide leather strap of her sandal. He tickled
between her toes, causing her to giggle.

"I take it then that you don't want me to end this?" she said as she sat on
the couch. She tossed her over-sized leather bag to the side and crossed
her legs. Kirk shuffled about in order to better get at her feet, and she
heard him sniffing, trying to absorb the entirety of the
experience. Claudette settled back into the sofa and pulled a cigarette
from her silver case, lighting it and another, which she offered to Janice.

"Oh, no," Janice said, taking a long drag and blowing smoke down at her
son. She smiled as he redoubled his efforts at Claudette's feet. "I want
this. It was Karen, but she's come around. I've known for a long time that
Kirk's submissive. I was just waiting for him to admit it. I didn't want to
force anything."

"I see," Claudette said as she glanced down at the young man that was
sniffing her feet and licking the dirt from her sandals. She had to
grin. Claudette felt Kirk licking all the harder. She smiled, wiggling her
toes.

"No doubt at all he wants this," Janice said. The boy whimpered. "And I
want it too."

"Good," Claudette said as she leaned forward and removed her sandals.  Then
she shoved her foot forward and planting her toes in the boy's mouth. She
gasped as he started to suck.

"I'll have Sandy write up the papers later, declaring him incompetent. I'll
sign as his doctor, and you'll sign as his guardian, and then it'll just be
a short wait for the courts, no problem. I know a judge or two that'll
speed the paperwork through for a nice foot massage." Kirk whimpered but
both women ignored him.

"Lick!" Claudette demanded and felt the boy's tongue immediately sliding
between her toes. She sighed, settling back into the plush sofa.

She heard the girls laugh again, a soft sound far away, followed by hushed
silence.

Life was good. Getting better all the time...

End