Peril, Hypnosis, and Foot Worship With Astrid Hofferson

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 Alyx wanted Astrid Hofferson, James’s girlfriend.  And Alyx was used to getting what he wanted.
He had been watching Astrid, you see.  And he knew that she walked home alone after getting drinks at the bar.  So he waited until she passed by, and then he struck.
“Hello, Astrid,” Alyx said, walking out of the darkness and making Astrid jump.
“Alyx!” she said, forcing a smile.  “Do you need something.”
“Actually, I do,” he said, looking concerned.  “My dragon and I went for a night fly, and she’s been injured.  I was wondering if you could take a look at it—you’re great at this sort of thing.”
“Oh no!” Astrid exclaimed.  “Of course I’ll help!  Where’s your dragon?”
“She’s in the woods,” Alyx said, pointing to the dark trees.  “There’s no time, hurry!”  With that, he ran into the forest, and as planned, Astrid followed him.  Such an easy trick—and soon, Alyx would get his prize.
He waited until they were deep in the trees, and then slowed down, coming to a stop.  “Alyx?” Astrid called, walking up to him.  “Are you alright?”
He turned around.  The man was clutching a pocket watch, and before Astrid could react, he was swinging it in front of her, back and forth, back and forth. . .
“You are under my control,” Alyx ordered.  “You will do what I say.”
“Alyx, what are you doing?” Astrid cried.  She clenched her fists, trying to resist the hypnosis.  But the watch was so alluring.  “Stop it!”
“Get under my command, Astrid,” the man said, smiling.  Astrid closed her eyes, but a moment later they popped open, staring at the watch.  She moaned, bringing her hands to her head and screaming in agony.
“I won’t do it!” she yelled.  Alyx gasped—she was actually quite good at resisting his hypnosis.  And she was doing everything in her power to reach out toward him, trying to get the watch. . .
But he wouldn’t let her.  No, he needed to bring some more advanced techniques here.
“Relax your muscles,” Alyx said in a soft voice, continuing to swing the watch.  “Take some deep breaths.  Under my control, you don’t have to worry about controlling anything.  Because you’ll be mine.”
“N-No. . .”  But it was starting to work.  Her hand was pulling back, returning to her side.
“Yes, relax yourself,” Alyx said, in a voice that could lull a baby to sleep.  “And become my slave.”
Astrid cried out in pain.  She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t get any words out.  It was beginning.
Alyx continued to swing the watch, despite her cries of pain.  And soon, her hands dropped numbly to her sides, and her eyes filled with a familiar glaze.
“You will obey me,” Alyx said, smirking triumphantly.  “Understand?”
“Yes, master,” Astrid said, her voice flat.
Alyx smiled.  “Sit on the ground.  Legs forward.”
Astrid obeyed.  Alyx sat in front of her and eagerly took of her fur boots, taking in their smell.  It was as good as he imagined: a musky scent made its way to his nose, making the man smile.  But this wasn’t his main prize.
He reached forward and wrapped his hands around Astrid’s beautiful feet.  “Wiggle your toes.”  She did, spreading them apart for her master, making him gasp in delight.  He leaned down and gently smooched the bridge of each foot, then ran his kisses down to her heel, up to her ankle, ending at her toes.  Her feet were so beautiful, and they were all his—
“What are you doing?!”
Alyx turned around to see James charging at him.  The man was furious, and he stomped forward, his eyes dancing between Astrid’s glazed look, and Alyx’s shocked expression.
James tackled Alyx, and the two tumbled away, landing in the grass a few yards from Astrid.  Alyx stood up, smirking.  “You shouldn’t have come alone,” he said.  “When it comes to one-on-one fighting, I have you outmatched.”
James smiled.  “Who said I came alone.”
That’s when Alyx heard the flapping of wings above.  Wind filled the area as James’s Night Fury, Fourde, flew down from the sky and landed on the forest clearing.  He roared angrily at Alyx, glaring at the man with furious eyes.
Astrid heard the roar of the Night Fury.  It sounded familiar . . . not like her Master.
Wait.  It was. . . !
Astrid let out a loud gasp, as if coming up for air.  James turned, and saw that the glaze had left her eyes—she was back to normal.  
Alyx, upon hearing the roar and seeing the rage of the dragon, let out a fearful screech, and dashed into the trees.  James ran forward, but it was too late—Alyx was lost in the dark woods.
He would have to wait.  James turned to his girlfriend.  “Astrid!” he called, relieved.  “Are you alright?”
“I . . . I think so,” Astrid said slowly, standing up from the woods.  “Why are my shoes off?” she muttered.  Confused, she started to put her boots back on—but froze once she saw Fourde, still in combat stance.  “What’s going on?  What happened?!” she demanded.
“Let’s go home,” James said.  “I’ll tell you everything once we’re out of here.”
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“So he hypnotized me?” Astrid asked.
James nodded.  “That’s what it looks like.  I came as quick as I could when I heard you screaming.  I hope he didn’t do anything to hurt you.”
Astrid smiled.  “I don’t think so.  I feel fine, at least.  But I’ll let you know if I remember anything.
“In the meantime. . .”
She smiled at her lover, and sat down in a chair.  Astrid shoved her boots off her feet and motioned for James to sit beside her.  Confused, he did so.  That was when Astrid spread her toes out, and put her feet in her lover’s lap.
Oh.  James knew what she was getting at now.
James shook his head.  “No, I couldn’t possibly—”
“I insist,” Astrid said.  “Come on.  Worship me.”
James smiled, and happily decided to indulge her.  He wrapped his hands around her feet, gently massaging them, preparing them for what was to come.  He pressed down at the top of her foot, near her ankle, with his thumbs, and made his way down.  He traveled down the bridge, bit by soothing bit, making his way to her toes.  And when he reached her, he gently ran his hands on them, smiling as they spread out for him.  Yes, this was going to be fun.
James bent down and gently kissed her left foot, starting her spread-out toes.  He felt the nail underneath his lips, smelled her familiar, comforting scent—it reminded him of their love.  Then his kisses went around to her heel, bit by bit; he even smooched the sole of her feet.  He traveled up her ankle, to the top of her feet, and then made his way down to the bridge.  Astrid giggled at the pleasant feeling, grinning to herself.
But then, a tingling sensation entered her brain.  For a split-second, that glazed look entered her eyes again.  She braced up, and her toes involuntarily spread and wiggled.
James looked up at his lover.  “Astrid?”  
Her head twitched as she fought off the hypnosis, the after-effects of Alyx’s actions still affecting her.  /No!/ her mind screamed.  /Not again!/  Drool came to the corner of her mouth, and trickled down her cheek.  She could feel herself slipping away again, going back to an unknown crevice of her mind, with her body moving under someone else’s command.
But then, as suddenly as it started, Astrid was back.  The glazed look left her eyes, and she was yanked back in total control of her body.  She looked over at James, gasping for breath, and swallowed hard.
“You ok?” James asked.
“I think so,” Astrid said, taking a second to breathe.  After a moment, she felt a bit better, and smiled at her lover, leaning back in her chair.  “Please, continue.”
So, he went to her right foot.  James gently sucked at her smallest toe, taking in her musky smell as he licked.  Then he went up the line, giving each toe a suck and a sniff, in a way that was both gentle and longing in its movement.  He tasted each one as he suckled on them, taking in her flavor—the one he recognized as purely Astrid’s.
Once he finished sucking, he went up and brought his hands down to her feet again, caressing them lovingly, letting his hands embrace every angle.  He felt her soles with the palm of his hand, clutched the bridge with his fingers, touched her toes with his pinkies.  This was all Astrid, and it deserved to be worshiped.
When he finished, James looked up at his lover.  “Sufficient, my dear?” he asked, smiling.
“Oh yes,” Astrid said, letting out a contented sigh.  “After such a stressful night, I really needed that.
“Thank you, James.”
James smiled, looking into Astrid’s eyes.  But then, he saw her eyes beginning to glaze over—the hypnosis was returning!
Astrid cried out in pain as that feeling returned inside of her mind: the sensation of being pulled away from your own consciousness, and shoved into a back corner of your brain.  No, no, she didn’t want this, not again!
“Astrid, you have to fight it!” James cried.  “Please!  I’m here!”
Astrid tried to smile at him, but she found her lips just couldn’t move.  She was at least able to reach up and grab her head, but even that was a concerted effort, one that took multiple levels of concentration.  It was like her muscles were locked, and even though she was resisting it, she knew it was only a matter of time.
Her mind was being pulled back into that crevice—and she didn’t want to go there.  Astrid cried out, moaning and yelling.  “Fight it, babe!” James cried.  “Fight it!”  But with each passing second, she was losing the battle for herself.  Movements became harder, bit by bit—even her thinking slowed, and her breathing steadies.  The force Alyx had used to take her over was coming back in full force—and she was too weak to fight it off.
It was like sinking deeper into quicksand.  Slowly, the hypnosis crawled into her mind, taking over every movement, every thought.  Her mouth slacked as control of it was lost, and as Astrid tried to resist the pull, she felt drool running out of her mouth.
Her toes spread again, and they wiggled involuntarily.  James kept shaking her, and he was saying something.  But he couldn’t hear him.
She knew it was over now—the hypnosis had won.  And so, she gave in.  As Astrid was being pulled away from her mind, a single tear trickled down her cheek, and dripped onto her clothing.
And then, it was complete.  The glazed look entered her eyes again.  James, horrified, reached out and shook her.
“Astrid, snap out of it!  You have to snap out of it!” he begged.  Now he was crying.  “Please. . .”
Astrid turned to him, and for a moment he had hope she was coming back.  But instead, the glazed look persisted.  “Master?” she said, her voice flat and monotone.
James shook his head.  “No, I’m not your master,” he said, astonished and frightened.  “It’s me, James.  Your boyfriend.”
“I know what you want, Master,” Astrid said, bowing.  She spread out her toes.  “I know you want to worship me.”
James shook his head.  Surely she was thinking this because of what had happened with Alyx.  “No, that’s not it at all!” he cried.  “Please, Astrid, come back!”
“Worship me, Master,” Astrid said.
James looked down at her feet.  As much as he loved worshipping her, this time, he was scared.  But some small fragment of his mind said this could snap her out of it.
What the heck.  Maybe it was worth a shot.
James gave in and knelt down on the floor in front of her.  He gently caressed Astrid’s feet with his hands, letting his fingers run across her soft skin.  Then he put down the foot, and began to give another massage.
He started gently at first, stroking just above her toes with barely any pressure.  But then he applied force, and pressed down harder.  He started above her toes and made his way up the bridge, bit by bit, until he reached her ankle.  Then he rubbed gently in circles.
As James rubbed her feet.  Astrid was yanked back in control of her body.  She looked down, knowing it wouldn’t last—the hypnosis was already pulling her back.  “Help. . .” she gasped, spreading out her toes, the way she knew James liked.  Then she was forced out, and the glazed look returned to her eyes.
James looked up at Astrid.  So it was working!  He had to keep going, to get Astrid back.
He picked up her left foot and brought it to his nose, sniffing deeply. He smelled all over the foot, leaving nothing unturned. James started with her heel, breathing in her musky scent, but traveled across the back of her foot, taking her in. It was strongest at her toes, and he sighed happily as the smell entered his nostrils.
Astrid let out a moan.  She spread her toes again, crying out.  She tried to move her hands, and found that she could, just a tiny bit.  Millimeter by millimeter, she fought to regain control.  Astrid screamed as she moved, her fingers twitching as she struggled.  But then it was like a switch had been flipped, and she was back under the hypnosis
James leaned down, and smooched the bottom of the foot, tasting that scent.  Then he looked up at Astrid’s face—and was happy to find the glazed look was gone from her eyes.
Again, Astrid was given control of herself.  She cried in agony, trying to move her body.  After a few seconds of concentration, she succeeded in wiggling her toes.  That was progress—but she didn’t want a piece of her body, she wanted all of it.  /Come on, Astrid!/ she yelled at herself.  /I want to get OUT OF HERE!/
Astrid let out a primal scream, and was happily surprised to find it was actually leaving her mouth.  There was a tingling sensation that traveled through her entire body, making her shiver involuntarily; her toes wiggled.  And then, she was free.
Inch by inch, she gained control of her body, starting with her head, then going down her neck and shoulders to the rest of her.  Soon she was able to shrug her shoulders and raise her hands, and once the control was gone, she could move her feet once again.
Astrid gasped once again, struggling to breathe.  Then she turned to James.  As the man stood up from the ground, she tackled him in a hug.
“Thank you.”