Hypnotizing Astrid Hofferson For Foot Worship

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 “Can we try something?” Astrid Hofferson asked James as they sat on the bed.
“Sure,” James said.  “Anything.”
“I’d . . . like you to hypnotize me tonight,” she said, blushing.  “See whether or not I can resist, and if I can’t, see what you can do to me.  Could you do that?” Astrid asked.
James smiled.  Sure, he had been taken aback by her request.  But he was all too happy to fulfil it.  “Absolutely.  Let’s do it.”
He stood up, letting Astrid sit on the bed.  He then took out his pocket watch, and started slowly swinging it in front of Astrid’s face.  “You are under my control,” he said slowly, watching his lover’s eyes.
“N. . . No. . .”  She shook her head.  Her hands formed determined fists.  “I don’t want to!”
“Come on,” James said.  The pocket watch swung.
Astrid let out a moan, closing her eyes. “I won’t!”  She moaned again, clutching her head, trying to look away from the pocket watch—but she couldn’t.
“Come on, Astrid.”
He held her head still, forcing her to see the watch.  Astrid started at it for a moment, then continued to struggle.
Astrid’s resistance was strong, James had to admit—for a few minutes, the two went back and forth, with James steadily waving the pocket watch, and Astrid crying out as she resisted, constant noise leaving her mouth as she struggled.  But eventually, finally, the cries slowed, then stopped, as she fell under his spell.  
“Tell me your name,” James ordered.
“Astrid Hofferson,” she said, her voice monotone.
“Good,” James said gently, looking into her glazed eyes.  “Now, let me worship you, like you deserve.”
He bent down on his metal legs, getting on his knees in front of her.  James reached up and took off her boots one by one, feeling the fur beneath his fingers.  He bent down and sniffed each boot: they carried Astrid’s musky scent, pouring from the inside and welcoming his nose.  After a minute of sniffing, he put the boots on the floor next to him.  Then, he began to worship her feet.
The man reached over and gently ran his hands across Astrid’s feet, feeling her toes, her heals, her bridge.  Then James leaned down to her left foot, and kissed her toes, letting his fingers brush the nails before he smooched them, ever so gently.  He lined kisses up her toes, to the bridge of her feet, slowly making his way up to her ankle.  Then he worked his way around, smooching her ankle and going back to her heel.
After that, he did the same to her right foot, lathering it with kisses.  When he finished, James lifted his head up and smiled at his hypnotized love.   “Alright,” he said to her.  “Now, I have something else in mind.”
“What is it?” Astrid asked in her blank voice.
James stood up and brushed her hair away from her ear.  Leaning forward, he whispered, “I’ve given you what you deserve.  Now you give me what I deserve: a nice foot job.”
“Yes, James,” Astrid said.  She stood up from the bed, and James sat down.  Then the foot job began.
She reached up with one foot, and gently touched the tip of James’s eager member.  It welcomed her touch, and she continued to rub it, first with the sole of her foot, then with her toes.
Astrid continued to run her toes along the length of his penis, making James quietly moan in delight.  He gasped at her touch; fuck was she good at this, using just the right amount of pressure to make him hard, giving him sensations that shivered up his spine.  He was getting tighter, it was hard to hold it, he was going to—
James orgasmed with a loud cry.  The pressure released, and cum squirted from his dick, flying in the air and landing on Astrid’s feet.  She looked down, and spread her toes, staring at the liquid between them.  The image jolted her, and she snapped out of his control
The glaze left Astrid’s eyes, and she turned to James, an astonished look on her face.  James smiled, panting in the afterglow.  “That was . . . really good,” Astrid said, smiling, giving him a delightful smile.
“We have to do that again sometime.”