The Film Student, #41 - Rick's Sex Therapy, Day 2

"Put this on, Rick!"

Rick's sex therapist Dr. Samantha handed him a leather collar with wiring around the outside.

"What is it?"

"Can't you see, silly? It's a shock collar."

"But why should I have to wear it? I thought you were trying to deprogram me from my submissiveness fetishes?"

"I am, and I have. You haven't tried to lick my feet in weeks. But before I pronounce you cured, I must test you. For the next hour, I will play you a sequence of increasingly depraved and sexy adult films and gauge your reactions."

"Wouldn't that just make me fall back into my old ways?"

"Watching hot videos of men getting trampled, whipped, and made to lick feet? Why would that arouse you if you gave up your attraction to dominant women?"

I can do this!, Rick thought. His media consumption diary indicated that he hadn't watched femdom pornography in six months. (Of course, he didn't list those days when he cheated.)

"Oh, put this on, too." Dr. Samantha tossed him a high-tech chastity cage. Rick fit it around his tiny cock.

"It measures your dick's response. If you get aroused, the collar is gonna shock you, and I'm gonna make you bleed."

Dr. Samantha picked up a long, tightly-twined leather bullwhip from the back of her office.

"Now, take your shirt off and get down on your knees in front of the TV!" Dr. Samantha boomed to him. She walked to the front of the room with an unhurried cadence and made a point of raising her pumps in front of Rick's pace so he could see the underside of the heels, then she clicked 'play.'

The first video showed a white girl and a black girl, both wearing colorful knee-high socks, sitting on a couch with a white guy laying on the floor at their feet. They talked and laughed to each other about the loser they had met earlier that day and tricked into coming to their home. As they talked, one rested her feet on the guy's chest, and the other rubbed her sock-clad feet in his face. They switched positions. Partway through the video, they took their socks off and rubbed their bare sweaty feet in his face. Then, they both stood on his stomach, trampling him with all their weight. 

Rick's cock didn't twitch. Dirty sock worship had never been his favorite.

Next came a video of a stableboy who was lying in a pile of shit who had to lick the shit off the boots of a white horse-riding girl. For most of the video, Rick's flaccid penis didn't feel anything. He was actively disgusted by it. Until, towards the end, the main character's Asian friend came on screen. Rick's dick stiffened just with the sight of her.

"Can I use him, too?" the bitchy Asian horse-riding girl asked.

Rick's dick was growing. Rick was scared.

"No, he's mine. Get your own slave," the white girl said.

"But my boots are sooooo dirty," her Asian friend said. "Plus, I'm tired, and I need a place to sit my ass down."

Rick was in danger. His dick was about to reach the end of its cage and set off the shock mechanism.

She started lowering her ass towards the slave's face. Dr. Samantha, who was watching closely, tightened her grip on her whip.

But then the video ended, and an ad filled the screen: "If you want to see Stable Boy be used as Mistress Yamazuki's ass cushion, purchase Part II."

Rick's arousal dissipated. The rest of the videos all featured white female models and focused on foot worship, sissification, pegging, and other things that didn't turn Rick on. There was no more facesitting and no more Asian goddesses. No videos from Mistressland or Yapoo's Market. Nothing from the "Love and Boots" series.

"Well, Rick. You passed!" Dr. Samantha said with a grin. "I didn't even have to use this once." Her smile faded. "I'm kind of disappointed."

"Are you sure?" Rick said.

"Why shouldn't I be sure? You do trust me, don't you?!" She looked at him with an intensity that made him not want to question. "I have degrees from the top universities! You are nothing but a worthless worm! How can you question me?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Sorry for questioning you."

"Okay, good. Now get out of here and don't come back until you want to lick my feet or until you have another fetish for me to 'cure' you of!"