Counselor
By A.J. Brown
Social worker helps abused young man


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Forty-four year old Diane Griffin had been a social worker for twenty years.
She didn't like to call herself a social worker however. She liked to call
herself a counselor. Because that's what she did. She counseled people. She
helped people. And it made her feel quite good about herself.

One day Diane was expecting a new client that was coming to see her. His name
was Stu Creighton. She looked over his file that she asked all new clients to
fill out before they started their counseling sessions. Most people that
filled out their file in advance gave at least a somewhat detailed reason of
why they were coming to see Diane. But Stu did not. All that he wrote down was
"abuse". Diane had dealt with many victims of abuse over the years and those
were definitely the types of patients that she felt the most pity for. She
felt bad for people that had loved ones pass away and those that were
depressed after a bad relationship but she realized that was a part of life.
She felt bad for people with drug problems but always felt they were at least
a little bit to blame for their decisions. But abuse victims - some of the
stories she heard were absolutely awful and she couldn't imagine being victim
to something so horrible.

Diane did not yet know the details of the type of abuse that Stu suffered but
she already felt very sorry for him. At the same time she felt very eager to
help him. The first couple of years that she dealt with these people she had a
tough time controlling her emotions even though for her job it was absolutely
critical that she did so. But as time went on she got stronger and instead of
becoming upset when she heard that people were being abused it made her
stronger in an effort to help these people gain their confidence back and
erase the horrible memories of what they suffered. She was glad Stu was coming
to see her so she could help him.

Diane tried to never predict in her head any preconceived notions of her
clients in advance because she wanted to just see them for who they were so
they could tell her their story. But when Stu Creighton sat down in front of
her for the first time she had to admit that he was not what she expected. He
was twenty-one years old and normally someone that was that young that had
been abused showed some signs of being battered down a little. But Stu showed
none. He was a tall, dark, handsome man. He was well dressed wearing a dressy
shirt, khaki shorts, and dressy shoes, had a great smile, and looked extremely
confident. When he shook her hand he came across as someone that definitely
had himself together and came across even as a ladies man. Stu wasn't what
Diane had expected but Diane had seen plenty of types over the years so she
really wasn't surprised. This whole suave look could be the way he hid his
battered emotions. Everyone had their own way of doing so.

Stu sat on the leather couch in Diane's office and she sat in a chair across
from him. She held a pen and notepad and prepared to take notes. "Tell me why
you're here" Diane said to him.

"How much do you want to know?" he asked.

"Tell me as much as you can" she responded. "Or better yet, as much as you'd
like. The more I know the more I can help you. But at the same time if you
feel upset and need to stop talking feel free to at any time. Just tell me as
much as you feel comfortable with and if you need to stop you just go right
ahead."

"OK" Stu began. "It happened the Saturday before last." Diane was already
thrown off guard. Stu looked like a confident, grown man. He didn't look like
one that had been abused but if he was abused she definitely didn't think it
was anything recent. She figured it was something from his childhood or at
least something that had happened to him over a long span of time. She
definitely wouldn't have thought whatever it was had started just a week ago.

"A few of my college buddies were going to an off campus party" Stu continued.
"All of us are college seniors. They told me the party they were going to was
at some girl named Concordia's house. I didn't know anyone named Concordia so
I asked them who she was. All they told me was that she was some hot chick
that didn't go to our school that one of them had met out at the bar a few
days earlier. They said she had a nice house and that it was going to be a fun
party with a lot of girls there. So of course I agreed to go.

"We pull into the driveway and this chick's house is enormous. 'Damn' I said
as we parked the car. 'How old is this chick?'

"'She's only twenty-two' my buddy told me. 'She never went to college but
she's had some sales job since she got out of high school where she makes big
bucks.' We got out of the car and I felt stupid getting out of my buddy's
little Ford Taurus as we walked up to this girl's huge house. We walked up to
the front door and my buddy rang the doorbell." Diane was listening carefully
and the story was definitely intriguing her. This sounded like the typical
night of a college senior and she wondered how on earth any kind of abuse was
going to tie into this. She assumed that Stu was going to end up getting into
some fight at the party. That was the only possibility. But college students
got into fights all of the time. Could he really be in therapy for some fight
at a keg party? Diane continued to listen.

"This really good looking girl answered the door" Stu continued. "She had a
huge smile on her face and when my buddy introduced her to us, confirming that
she was Concordia, she was very friendly. She had dark hair that was kind of
curly and kind of long. It was definitely done nicely. She had a very pretty
face with a cute little-girl look to her. Even though she was white she looked
kind of like she was foreign but maybe I just thought that because I have
never heard a girl named Concordia before. It also sounded like she had a bit
of an accent when she was introduced to us, but again, I'm not sure. She wore
a gray tank-top. Her breasts were enormous. She wore these tight jeans and her
legs were looking pretty thick as well with those tight jeans on. She was also
barefoot which I found kind of weird that she'd be barefoot at a party, even
if it was her own house. Then I looked at her feet and they looked like they
had just had gotten a pedicure. Here nails were freshly painted either black
or a dark blue, I couldn't tell. And her feet just looked very clean and
fresh. In a weird way they were kind of cute, if it's possible for feet to be
cute. It was weird because at first glance she looked like she had taken time
to get dressed up and then I realize that all she is wearing is a tank-top,
jeans, and no shoes or socks. She looked like she had spent some time on her
hair and feet but she was dressed quite casually. This girl was just naturally
beautiful.

"We all went into her house. Concordia showed us where there was a keg and
right next to the keg was a bar with a ton of liquor and mixers. 'Help
yourself' she said with a big beautiful smile and she was just so incredibly
friendly. 'We have Labatt's Blue in the keg and feel free to make yourself a
mixed drink if you'd like. We have plenty of chips and dip on that table over
there as well.'

"As I went to get myself a drink I noticed the house was incredibly beautiful.
It had a couple of flat screen TVs and nice leather furniture. I thought my
buddy had definitely found a good girl and I found myself a little jealous. I
poured myself a beer from the keg and watched as my buddy put the moves on
her.

"After we arrived more and more people kept coming. Probably about fifty more
people arrived at the party in a matter of maybe fifteen minutes. As the party
got more populated Concordia was spending less and less time talking to us. It
was getting so packed in there that I was getting a little claustrophobic. I
had to go to the bathroom anyway so I figured I'd use that as a reason to take
a break from all of the people. I asked Concordia where the bathroom was and
she happily pointed me in the direction of the stairs I needed to go up to get
there. But before I went she told me 'The bathroom is at the end of the
hallway upstairs. Just make sure you go to the bathroom only and don't go in
any of the other rooms, OK?' I nodded in agreement. The bathroom was all I
needed. When I went upstairs I saw that Concordia really had her bases
covered. There were three other doors upstairs other than the bathroom that I
assumed were bedrooms. Each door had a sign on it reading in big bold letters:
'DO NOT COME IN THIS ROOM. THIS ROOM IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS'. I didn't pay
much mind to the rooms. I just wanted to go to the bathroom and get away from
the crowd for a bit." Diane discreetly checked the clock with her eyes. She
was wondering where in the hell this story was going. She saw on the clock
that they still had plenty of time left in their session.

"When I got back downstairs it was even more packed" Stu continued. "I was
getting antsy until I met this cute little girl named Jessie. She was only
nineteen but she was so cute and petite. We got to talking. I was telling her
some jokes and she was giggling at all of my jokes like the cute little
college girl she was. Before I knew it we were making out. No one else really
noticed because it was so crowded there." Diane normally tried to listen and
not guess what was next but because of the buildup in this story she was
guessing. She guessed in her head that Jessie had a boyfriend that was at the
party and he wasn't going to like what he saw.

"Jessie whispered in my ear that we should go find a room so we would have
more privacy" Stu continued. "She said how it was a huge house and there
should be a spare room we could go in without anyone noticing. I immediately
thought about all of the rooms upstairs with the signs on them so I looked
around to see if there were any rooms downstairs we could use. I did see a
couple of doors but they had a bunch of people standing in front of them and I
wasn't sure if they were just closets anyway. So I just thought 'screw it,
we'll go upstairs in one of the bedrooms.' I had looked at Concordia and she
was very busy trying to be the perfect host so I figured she wasn't going to
be paying attention to anything that I was doing. Plus, it wasn't like I was
going to be snooping through her stuff or anything. I was just going to use
the room to hook up. Concordia is a grown woman so she had obviously hooked up
before. She had to understand that. So I smoothly led Jessie to the stairs
with me and took her up."

Diane continued to just sit and quietly listen while Stu told the story. And
then something weird occurred to her. Was the abuse that Stu took actually at
the hands of Concordia? Very, very rarely had she heard of instances where
females physically abused males to the point where the male sought counseling
for it and when it did happen it was normally a child that had been abused by
an adult. If Stu was there for counseling because of Concordia beating on him
some how that would be a first. Diana stopped daydreaming about that and
continued to listen.

"So when we get upstairs there are a few people in line for the bathroom now"
Stu continued. "But I thought nothing of it. I opened one of the doors that
had the signs on them and Jessie and I entered and quickly closed the door
behind us. Jessie didn't even seem to notice the sign. Once we were in the
room she grabbed me by the back of the head, began to make out with me, and
then she threw me on the bed. She then jumped on top of me and started kissing
me some more. It was so great. Jessie was the cutest little chick I had ever
made out with and, I'll be honest, I was very excited about what was ahead of
me.

"But the excitement didn't last. The door of the room swung open and there
stood Concordia looking pissed off as anything. 'What the hell are you two
doing in here?' she yelled at us and the pleasant demeanor she had when I
first met her was completely gone. 'Can't you read the sign?' Jessie freaked
out immediately. She jumped off of me and then ran towards the door. I thought
Concordia was going to try and stop Jessie from leaving the room so she could
yell at her. But Jessie just sprinted by Concordia and ran out of the room.
Concordia gave her a look of complete hatred as Jessie ran by her but Jessie
got away. Concordia then slammed the bedroom door and me and her were alone in
the room. She started walking toward me with this pissed off look on her face.
I have to admit that even though she was a girl I was pretty afraid. I mean
look at me, I'm six feet tall but I only weigh 160 lbs. Concordia had those
big legs that the tight jeans showed off. Plus her upper body was pretty big
with those huge breasts of hers and the tank top she was wearing showed that
her arms and shoulders were pretty thick as well.

"I wasn't going to let Concordia intimidate me so I jumped to my feet. 'What
the fuck did you come in here for when I told you not to?' she asked.

"'I was just spending some time with this girl I met' I said back acting like
it wasn't a big deal. 'That's what happens at parties.'

"'Well it doesn't happen at my parties' she said back at she walked closer to
me. 'At least not in these bedrooms that no one is allowed in. I'm going to
have to teach you the hard way how to listen.' At then out of nowhere she
flattened her hand and stuck her fingers under my chin bone and then dug them
under my chin. I had never seen anyone use that kind of move aggressively
before but it hurt very badly. As she applied more pressure under my chin she
was able to take control of my body and then she pushed me back on the bed.
Now I'm there on the bed lying on my back and as I'm trying to get her fingers
out from under my chin she quickly put me in some wrestling move. She had both
of her thick legs pinning my left arm down on the ground. She also had her
left hand locked with my right hand. I tried to free my left arm from her legs
but that was absolutely impossible. Her legs were so incredibly strong and my
arm couldn't do anything against them. So I tried freeing my right hand from
hers but that didn't work either. I couldn't tell if it was because the way
she had me positioned or if her left arm was stronger than my right arm but
I'm lying there trying to overpower her arm with mine and I wasn't able to. So
I'm lying there pinned down on the bed by this girl, trying with all of my
strength to get free and she is just laughing at me as I unsuccessfully try to
do so. It was so frustrating and so humiliating." Diane kept a straight face
but she was definitely surprised. In all her years of counseling she had never
heard of a grown man just getting beaten up by a girl like that.

"What happened next is what really bothered me" Stu continued. "I am sitting
there pathetically trying to get her off of me and I was completely unable to
succeed. And then she says 'I want you to worship my feet.' And then." Stu
tried to start his next sentence but he wasn't able to. He buried his face in
his hands and started crying. The confident, good looking, man that Diane had
met just ten minutes ago was now crying like a baby. And the reason he was
crying was like nothing Diane had ever heard. She definitely wanted to hear
more.

"It's OK" Diane said trying to comfort him. "Remember. You don't have to tell
me anything you don't want to. But whatever happened next seems to really have
upset you and if you can tell me about it, it may help." Stu then raised his
face from his hands and Diane saw that his face was covered in tears.

"So at first I didn't think much about what she said" Stu continued and he was
still crying. "I just wanted to be let free of that wrestling hold she had me
in so I tried to comply with what she wanted. So she lets me up but then she
grabbed my body and kind of led me to the floor right next to the bed. Now I
was lying on the floor and she was still on the bed so I thought she was going
to stop beating on me. But then while still sitting above me on the bed she
took those bare feet or hers and started rubbing the bottom of them on my
face. 'You know what the dirtiest part of a girl's body is, right' she asked
me and I didn't answer. 'Her feet' she said and then she just laughed as she
rubbed them over my face some more. It was by far, the most humiliating thing
I had ever gone through in my entire life. Her feet weren't dirty, they were
actually quite clean for feet but I still didn't want them in my face. I am
lying on the ground and she is just happily rubbing the soles of her feet all
over my face. Not only was it the most embarrassing thing that ever happened
to me but it was the most degrading thing I had ever seen any human being
experience in any possible scenario. I had never even seen anything that
degrading happen in the movies. And I'm lying on the ground and she's just
rubbing her feet that recently got a pedicure all over my face and I am just
lying there taking it like a little bitch!

"Then she takes her foot and sticks the entire thing in my mouth. She kept
pushing it in my mouth farther and farther and my mouth could barely hold it.
But that didn't stop her. She just kept pushing that foot of hers farther down
my throat. 'Open wider' she said. 'I want to get that whole foot in your
mouth.' And she kept sticking it back farther until I gagged and then she
finally pulled it out of my mouth."

Diane had to admit to herself that she was shocked. She had never, in all of
her twenty years as a social worker, heard of anything remotely like this. She
had heard of feet being used as a control method in some sexual situations but
in all of those cases the one experiencing the foot humiliation actually
wanted it. She knew there were guys out there that liked BDSM and part of that
sometimes included some foot domination. But she had never, ever heard of a
guy that did not want it having someone else just sit there and completely
degrade them with their feet. Diane was now starting to see why Stu was upset.
And then he burst out crying again.

"I mean why did she do that?" Stu asked Diane and the tears poured down his
face. "I can see why she started the fight but what could have possible
compelled this girl to sit there and degrade me with her feet like that." And
Stu continued to cry more.

"It's just a control thing" Diane said trying to answer Stu's question as best
as she could. Really she had no idea why Concordia did that and the whole
thing seemed downright bizarre to her but she wanted to answer his question
the best that she could. "There are certain situations where people feel like
they are really controlling the other person when they humiliate them with
their feet like that." When Diane said that Stu's crying began to stop a
little bit.

"So you've at least heard about this happening to other people before?" Stu
asked hopefully like if she had it would have made this more bearable for him.

"Well, no" Diane answered honestly. "Not like you are saying. I know that
sometimes in sexual situations the guy likes to be at the mercy of the girl's
feet because it feels like he is giving the sexual control to her. But what
you are describing where she just came right out and did it to you against
your will, I definitely have never heard of that happening." And when Diane
said that Stu immediately started bawling again. Diane wondered if she should
have been that honest with him.

"Great!" he cried. "So it is true that I am the only one that has truly ever
experienced something so degrading. That's just great. I thought you were
supposed to be helping me feel better. Now I feel much worse!" Stu cried some
more. Diane now found herself getting annoyed. She was trying to help Stu and
lying to him wasn't going to help anything. The way he made his statement made
it seem like he thought she was intentionally trying to make it worse on him.
She couldn't believe he would accuse her of that and she found herself feeling
quite irritated with him. Maybe if he wasn't such a pussy and he didn't just
let this girl rub her feet all over his face he wouldn't be in this mess to
begin with. Diane was starting to really resent Stu but then she caught
herself. He was hiring her to help him and she had to try her best to do that
no matter what kind of verbal abuse he gave her.

"OK now just take a deep breath" she told him. "It's good that you are getting
this off your chest. That is the first step. Now if you feel like you are able
to, continue to tell me what happened after that."

"OK" Stu said and he wiped the tears off of his face. "So as I am lying on the
ground with my face as her footstool I get a surge of adrenaline and realize I
need to fight back. So I grabbed her ankles and used all my strength to push
her feet off of my face. Concordia seemed a bit surprise by my sudden
aggression but she continued to smile at me indicating that she still didn't
see me as a threat. She then stood up and straddled my chest. I lay on the
ground and looked up as the more powerful girl stood above me. I felt so weak
and vulnerable lying on the ground between her legs like that. So I grabbed
her calves and tried pushing her legs away so I could get free.

"And then she says 'Oh you don't want to do that' and she intentionally fell
down so that big butt of hers landed square on my stomach. The impact of the
fall and her big butt hitting my stomach hurt enough. But the worst part about
it was the way she landed. I'm a skinny guy as you can see and I don't have
any fat around my ribs. When her big butt hit my stomach it landed right
between my ribs and it felt like it separated them out more. Not to mention
the impact bruised my ribs badly. It was the most painful and also disgusting
thing I have ever experienced. It completely knocked the wind out of me and I
thought for sure I was going to pass out.

"Then she punched me right in the side of the ribs. She then punched me in the
chest. She punched me a few more times and with my skinny frame my ribs were
not able to endure the beating. It was so torturous and I just wanted to get
free. I tried wriggling free and I realized there was an end table right
behind my head which I feared I was going to hit my head on. She punched me a
few more times in the ribs and I couldn't deal with the pain anymore. So I
tried rolling over on my stomach just to protect my ribs from the punches."

"What an idiot" Diane thought to herself about Stu. Diane was just a
middle-aged small woman that hadn't been in a fight in her life but even she
knew that when you are in a fight you never roll over on your stomach. That's
just leaving your entire body open to your opponent and it leaves you
defenseless. It's pretty basic information to know not to do that. This Stu
guy was a pussy and he was just plain stupid.

"'You want to get on your stomach, go right ahead' Concordia laughed as I
tried to roll over. 'You'll just make it easier on me' she said. I didn't
think much about it. I just wanted to protect my ribs. So she let me roll over
on my stomach still keeping her legs around my torso so I couldn't go
anywhere. When I got on my stomach she quickly put me in a sleeper-hold. She
had her strong arm around my throat and she was holding it there tightly with
the other arm. Now I couldn't breathe at all. I finally caved and I started to
cry.

"'Awe, are you crying now?' Concordia mocked. This girl had no human sympathy
whatsoever. 'You know it only takes about seven seconds to make someone pass
out from a choke hold like this' she said. 'Do you want me to make you pass
out?' And now I was terrified. Thinking about her making me pass out with her
sleeper-hold was a little too close to death for my liking and I was really
scared at the idea that she may do that.

"'No' I begged for her not to make me pass out although my request my muffled
since she had the choke on me good. Luckily she loosened up when I asked her
not to make me pass out.

"'Awe, you don't want to pass out?' she teased. 'So you want to be awake for
your torture? OK, sounds good.' The idea of not being awake and still being
tortured was extremely frightening to me so I was glad she didn't go that
route. She then let go of the sleeper-hold and lifted me up by the hair.

"'How did we end up wrestling on the floor?' she asked. 'Why don't I get you
back on the bed?' We were on the floor because she made me get down there so
she could humiliate me with her feet but I didn't tell her that because I
didn't want to give her any more ideas. She threw me back on the bed and I
landed on my back. Before I could fight back she wrapped her strong legs
around my left arm again and then locked her left hand with my right hand. She
sure loved that move. I lay there pinned down again and I was determined to
not let her hold me down any longer. I knew there was no way my one arm was
getting free from her legs but I figured my arm had to be at least close in
strength to her arm and that I should be able to get my right arm free from
hers. So I tried overpowering her arm with my arm that she had locked up and
every time I was able to get it up a little bit she brought my arm back down.
I used all my strength and I whined and gasped as I fought but she kept just
bringing my arm back down with ease. She smiled the entire time and then when
I started crying again she giggled at me. The giggle sounded like the giggle
of a little schoolgirl and it made it so humiliating. I struggled some more to
get free but all that did was take away my energy.

"She then bent down right on top of me and smothered my face with her boobs. I
must admit that she sure had a nice pair of breasts. They were extremely large
and quite firm considering how large they were. But having her just bury my
face with them was almost as humiliating as having her feet in my face,
especially the way she went about doing it. 'You like having my boobies in
your face?' she asked me while rubbing them all over my face so I could barely
breathe. 'For a little pussy like you these are probably the best boobs you'll
ever feel.' She was so right and that's what made it so embarrassing. Her
breasts were so incredibly amazing and they were much better than any pair I
have ever touched in my life. I've never experienced boobs that good and I
probably never will again. She knew that and she knew that was one of the many
reasons she was better than me. She rubbed her boobs on my face some more,
cutting off my air, and muffling the whining that I was doing. After doing
that for a minute or to she finally she up and allowed me to breathe.

"I was real angry now. She still had my arm trapped with her legs. I tried to
use my other arm to push her off. But before I could she went right back to
locking her hand with mine. I pushed back and I simply was not strong enough
to get her off of me. I continued to try and overpower her even though all
that was doing was wearing me down.

"'It's really funny watching you struggle' she said to me. 'But I want you to
get back on the ground and worship my feet again.' Knowing I was going to have
to do that again was devastating. It was the last thing in the world that I
wanted to do but at that point she had displayed such power over me that I
knew I had no choice. I moved to the other side of the bed so my head wouldn't
be near that end table again and I lied on my back on the ground. Concordia
sat on the bed above me and she put those soft feet of hers right on my face.
They felt soft and they actually smelled fresh and that almost made it that
much more humiliating. She rubbed her feet all over my face and I just lay
there and took it like a bitch. I didn't do a damn thing about it. I had my
eyes open and watched as she smiled in amusement as my cowardly self just lay
there and put up with her rubbing her feet all over me."

And then the tears began to pour down Stu's face again. "'Come on, lick my
feet' Concordia said. 'I told you I want you to worship them.' 'No', I said.
'No I won't do it anymore.' And you won't believe what she said to me next.
'Well I do have a ball-gag in here' she said to me. 'If you don't lick my feet
I could just put that in your mouth if you prefer that to my feet.' And now I
was even more terrified than ever. She actually had a ball-gag. I mean what
kind of sadistic woman actually has a ball-gag? So I knew I had no choice but
to do what she said or it would just make things worse.

"So I obeyed and licked the bottoms of her feet. They had a bitter taste to
them which rubbed in how much control she had over me. She wouldn't even hold
her feet in one place for me. She was rubbing them all over the place so as I
licked them she'd be rubbing my own saliva on me with them. I couldn't bear to
even look at what I was doing so I closed my eyes and she just continued to
rub her feet all over my face. I periodically would open my eyes just to peek
at what she was doing and she just had this huge smile on her face enjoying
every second of degrading me.

"After I spent quite some time licking the bottoms of her feet like a little
bitch Concordia said 'I like a nibble. Why don't you nibble on my feet for a
little bit?' I didn't want to do that. But did I object? Of course not. I
continued to be a coward. Now I lay there giving the bottoms of her feet
little bites. It didn't taste quite as bad as the licking did but if was
equally humiliating. And Concordia just continued to sit there and smile. I
was really wondering how sick and twisted she was to just sit there and make
me lick and nibble her feet for so long." Diane was wondering the same thing.

"So I'm there nibbling at her feet. Then she decided to step it up again. 'OK
you are only nibbling in a small area' she said to me. 'Now I want you to use
your tongue and make it cover every little inch of the bottom of my feet.' And
of course I did it. The little chicken shit that I am did exactly as she said
and licked the bottoms of her feet. I started out licking the bottom of her
little toes. Then I moved my tongue to the ball of her foot which felt strong.
Then I moved my tongue up in the arch of her foot which I could tell tickled
her a little bit because she giggled and kicked her foot a little bit when I
got there. Then my tongue went up her heel which also felt strong and was the
most rugged part of her foot. When my tongue had covered the entire body of
her foot I truly felt like a worthless worm.

"'OK now get your tongue in between all of my toes' she giggled. And I did
what I was told again. I ran my tongue through those little toes of hers. I
could taste sweat and a little bit of dirt as I did so. Every part of me just
wanted to tell her that I was not going to do it any longer but since I'm such
a goddamn coward I didn't do it. I just ran my tongue between each of her toes
and tasted that bitter, bitter taste.

"'Now kiss the tops of my toes' she said. I wondered when this awful torture
was going to end. She bent her foot right in front of my mouth and I kissed
the top of each toe. As I did this I looked at the toenail polish she had on
and I still couldn't tell if it was black or dark blue. I know that seems like
a very odd thing to be thinking at that point but those feet were becoming a
major part of my life and I was actually wondering about them. I kissed the
top of each one of her toes and I was hoping to God that I was almost done
with this horrible, abusive foot worship. I felt like I was going to go crazy
if I had to do that anymore. I wanted to spit on the floor but I was afraid
that would just result in me having to spend more time worshipping her feet so
I just lay on the ground tasting the strong bitter taste of her feet in my
mouth.

"Concordia then got off of the bed and she stood above me. She rolled me over,
wrapped her arm around my neck, and then put me in another sleeper-hold. She
put the choke on me tight and it was hard for me to breathe. 'Get up' she said
and had me get up on my knees. She grabbed my neck hard and helped raise me to
my knees. While still holding me in the sleeper-hold she walked me over to a
mirror that was in the room. She used her free hand to yank my hair and make
me look at myself in the mirror. And that was the icing on the cake looking at
me at the mercy of some cute female as she held me helplessly in a
sleeper-hold. She had a huge smile on her face and I looked like a coward.
'Now I want you to repeat after me' she said and her smile turned evil. 'I am
Concordia's bitch.' Did I tell her I wasn't going to say it? Did I try and
fight one last time to protect any dignity I had left? No I didn't. I was too
scared that she was going to knock me out with the sleeper-hold like she had
threatened to do before. So I, the grown man, looked myself right in the
mirror and said 'I am Concordia's bitch.'

"After I said it she giggled and let go of me. I looked at her. She was still
smiling but she didn't have a hold of me anymore. I didn't want anything more
to do with her. So I sprinted out of the bedroom. There was still a huge line
of people waiting for the bathroom when I got out into the hallway. When the
door opened all ten or so of them immediately all looked at me. It was obvious
that I had been crying since my eyes were red and I had tear stains on my
face. I looked like such a little baby and I felt like one too. I ran through
the hallway and ran down the stairs. The large amount of people that were
downstairs before I had gone up into the room had increased even more and I
could tell I was going to really have to push to get out of there. But I was
determined to get out of there as quickly as possible so no one could see that
I had been crying, especially my friends that I had gone with. As I made my
way through the crowd everyone seemed very involved in their own conversations
and no one seemed to notice me which I was very happy about. I could see the
door to get out in sight and I felt very relieved that I was almost out of
there. As I came up on the door I heard one of my buddies yell to me 'Hey Stu,
where are you going?' The door was too close for me to even acknowledge him. I
darted at the door, opened it, and went outside. Once I got outside I sprinted
as far away from the house as I could get. Maybe my friends tried to see where
I was going or maybe they paid no mind to what I was doing. I had no idea. I
just wanted to get as far away from the house as possible.

"Once I got far away enough from the house I called a cab. The cab driver
could tell I was upset on the way home. 'You alright?' he asked me. 'I'm fine'
I said. 'Just women.' 'Those women will drive you crazy' he said back. He
dropped me off and I ran into my dorm room. I locked the door and lay in my
bed crying the entire night. I felt abused and worthless.

"Now it's been a week and a half. I can't get any of that out of my mind. How
much stronger she was than me, how weak I was against her, how she just
giggled at my suffering, and worst of all, much worst of all, her destroying
my manhood by completely degrading me with her feet."

And then Stu started crying again. Diane offered him a box of tissues to wipe
the tears away. She looked at him, somewhat feeling sorry for him but really
more in shock then anything. She truly had never heard anything like this
before. But she had to stay professional and continue to be there for him.

"How do you feel now?" Diane asked Stu after giving him a little time to just
sit there and cry.

"What do you mean 'how do I feel now'?" he asked her and he looked at her with
a look like he was very upset but she also detected that he looked like he was
actually a bit angry with her.

"Now that you've been able to get that off your chest" Diane added. "How do
you feel?"

"How do I feel??" he asked and he raised his voice a little bit. "How do I
feel? I feel much worse. Not only did I have to just sit here and relive that
horrible experience but you sit here and tell me that you have never heard of
something like this happening to anyone before. So now I feel like a total
loser that I've been the only person to experience something so humiliating
and degrading. And you're supposed to be my counselor? You're supposed to be
helping me? Great job. I just feel like complete dirt. What kind of counselor
are you? No wonder you are just a social worker and you don't have an actual
doctorate."

Stu buried his face in his hands and started to cry again. Diane just sat
there but she was livid. After all of the people she had dealt with in the
twenty years at her profession she was normally pretty good at staying
objective. But Stu had just struck a nerve and pushed her over the edge. Just
because Diane wasn't a psychiatrist didn't mean she wasn't a great counselor.
She didn't get her doctorate because she didn't feel like going through all of
the extra schooling with the only advantage, in her opinion, being that she
could prescribe medicine. She wanted to help people, without the use of drugs,
and she was still able to open her own practice so she knew even without a
doctorate she was just as good as any other psychologist whether they had a
doctorate or not. But Diane saw Stu's comment as a low blow and she was angry.
She looked at the little pussy sitting there crying into his hands because he
got beat up by a girl. While Stu cried into his hands Diane reached down and
felt her legs muscles and a completely evil thought went through her head.
Even though she was forty-four years old, stood at about five feet and two
inches, and only weighed about 125 lbs. she was in great shape. Three days a
week she would go for a four-mile run. Her legs muscles were quite strong. She
looked at Stu's legs and saw how skinny they were. She was confident that she
had much stronger legs than Stu did. And she had listened to Stu's story and
every move Concordia made when she beat him up. Diane felt she could do the
same thing. Stick her hand underneath his chin and dig it up there. Bring him
to the ground and trap his scrawny body with her legs. And while she had him
down she'd take off the dress shoes she was wearing and humiliate him by
rubbing her feet all over him. If he was crying now how would he feel if he
had the same thing happen again within two weeks only this time at the mercy
of a small, middle-aged woman? He'd surely regret insulting her profession
after that.

Diane could totally get away with it. What would Stu do about it? He clearly
didn't try to call the cops on Concordia for beating him up. The practice was
Diane's so it's not like he could tell her boss and get her fired. And the
rest of her clients thought so highly of her that if he went around trying to
badmouth her practice no one would listen. All that would do is make it public
how much of a pussy he was. They were all alone in that office. Diane looked
at Stu and seriously thought if she wanted to beat him up. She looked as him
crying like a pussy and thought just how easy it would be.

And then right when Diane was pretty sure she was going to go through with it
she caught herself. What on earth was she thinking? She was Stu's counselor
and her job was to help him. Patients were going to get upset from time to
time and it was important that she keep a thick skin when that happened. Diane
was ashamed of herself for thinking about beating up Stu (even though she felt
quite confident that she could easily do so) and she got herself back
together.

"OK, just calm down and take a deep breath" she said to him. "Sometimes you
need to take a step back before you can take two steps forward. I can
understand why you feel upset right now. But I still think it is good that you
at least were able to get this of your chest. I'm assuming that I am the first
person you told this too." Stu looked up at Diane and nodded. His crying was
starting to calm down.

"Go home tonight and just get some rest" Diane said to him gently. "I'm here
to help you deal with this and make the pain go away. It's going to take time
but you have to trust me that I can help you." Now Diane's next decision was
to decide when she would set up their second meeting for. After the first
meeting with a patient if she thought the patient was in a lot of trouble she
would schedule their second meeting within three days. Typically, for an
average patient she would schedule their second meeting for one week later.
And if she really didn't think the situation was very serious she would
schedule the second meeting for two weeks.

"Why don't we set up a second meeting for two weeks from today?" Diane
suggested to Stu. He seemed like one for two weeks. He was obviously very
upset, but the only problem this little pretty-boy seemed to have in his
sheltered life, was that he got beat up and humiliated by a girl one time.
Diane would love to introduce him to some of her patients that were physically
and verbally abused on a daily basis and quickly show Stu that he may be
overreacting a bit to what happened to him. She thought his best bet at that
point was to take a couple of weeks to absorb everything that happened and
then come in for another visit.

"OK" he said and he gave Diane a little bit of a smile. The smile was the
first little bit of hope she saw in him and he finally didn't look as
devastated as he had the entire meeting before that. "I'll see you here in two
weeks at the same time. You'll get a bill in the mail for today." Diane gave
Stu a smile back as he walked out the door. She took a deep breath after he
left. "Wow" she said quietly to herself. That may have been the strangest
situation she had in all of her years of counseling.

Later that night Diane was alone in her bedroom. She was about ready for bed
and she was wearing a tank top and a pair of workout shorts like she always
wore to bed. Her husband, Ted, wasn't in the bedroom yet so she was checking
out her body in the mirror. But she wasn't looking at how good she looked for
a forty-four year old woman. She was looking at her muscles. Her upper body
was pretty skinny looking and most people would describe her entire body as
petite. But from all of the running she did she had some muscle definition in
her legs and she felt like her legs were pretty strong. She put her bare foot
up on the dresser and flexed her legs in the mirror. They looked pretty strong
to her. And she could not get her meeting with Stu out of her mind. She knew
fantasies were OK as long as they remained fantasies and she wondered if she
wanted to if she could hold down Stu with her legs and force him to worship
her feet. Stu was a good looking young man and for some reason, the thought of
doing that to him was really turning her on. She felt her pussy get wet. She
then reached her hand down to touch herself. She was about to start
masturbating until she heard Ted walking towards the bedroom. Ted was not
Stu's size. Ted was a 46 year-old personal trainer who stood at about 6'2 and
weighed about 250 lbs. mainly of muscle. Diane definitely could not beat up
Ted and she didn't want to explain why she was masturbating to herself in the
mirror. She pulled her hand away from her pussy and jumped into bed.

Ted came into the bedroom and lay down next to Diane in the bed. He said
goodnight to her and gave her a goodnight kiss. He then rolled over to go to
sleep. But Diane wasn't ready for sleep. She was wide awake.

"Honey, can I ask you a question?" she asked her husband.

"What?" he asked and he rolled over and faced her.

"What would you do if a woman beat you up?" she asked. And when she asked that
Ted got an annoyed look on his face.

"I assure you that there is no woman out there that could beat me up" Ted said
back to her with that meathead cockiness of his which normally turned her on
but sometimes annoyed her. This was one of the times that it annoyed her.

"Well honey, there are women out there that have black belts in karate or have
other fighting training that are pretty tough" Diane said back. "I hate to
tell you but there are some women out there that could beat you up."

"Well I really don't want to think about that, Diane" he said back a little
impatiently. "So please don't ask the question." But Diane was curious how
other men would react to this and she didn't want to drop it.

"Come on just tell me" Diane said and she grabbed his cock with her hand and
gave it a little squeeze. Ted was a tough guy but once Diane touched his dick
she could get whatever she wanted out of him. She saw his resistance weakening
as she rubbed his cock. She was so proud that even though she was middle-aged
she was still able to turn him on like this.

"If by some chance that did happen I would get my revenge" Ted said back.
"Whatever karate or whatever she took to get that tough I would learn the same
thing and become a master of it. I wouldn't care if it took ten years. As a
man I would not be able to live with myself until I evened the score with
whoever that woman was." Even though Ted was a typical meathead Diane was a
little surprised with how much Ted said that would bother him. She took her
hand off of his dick and thought for a minute. There was one more thing she
was still wondering.

"Let me ask you one more question" she said to him and could tell he was
getting more annoyed. "Say that same girl that beat you up. Say after she beat
you up that she humiliated you by rubbing her bare feet all over your face and
made you kiss them. How would you react to that?"

"You know, you are just trying to get on my nerves aren't you?" Ted asked
angrily and he punched the bed with his fist, startling Diane a little bit.
"All of this psychology stuff is starting to give you quite the imagination."

"I'm just wondering" Diane said. "What would you do? Last question, I
promise."

"You want to know what I would do if a woman did that to me?" he asked
impatiently. "I would kill myself."

"What?" Diane asked and now she was shocked.

"Yes, I would kill myself" he said back. "And so would any man. To get beat up
a by a woman would destroy any man's pride and the only way he could get
redemption would be to beat up that same woman to prove that he was still a
man. But if a woman were to degrade me but doing something as humiliating as
rubbing her bare feet on my face and making me kiss them there would be no
possible way I could live with myself. I wouldn't be able to look you in the
eyes ever again as your husband because I would be too ashamed of myself. I
would most definitely kill myself if I was that much of a sissy that I would
let a woman do that to me. And I assure you that any other man would do the
same thing. Now go to bed Diane."

Ted angrily rolled over and turned the light off. Diane lay there wide awake.
She could now not stop thinking about the way she ended her meeting with Stu.
She set up their next meeting for two weeks because she thought Stu's
situation wasn't very serious. But now that she had spoken with Ted she
realized that Stu's situation was extremely serious. If that situation would
make her tough husband suicidal then weak minded Stu was at great risk. Diane
needed to get in touch with Stu and get him in her office for a follow up
appointment within a few days. She looked at her clock. It was after 11
o'clock at night. She couldn't call him now. It would probably alarm him that
she was calling him that late and make things even worse. But first thing the
next morning when she got into the office she was going to have to call him
and tell him to come in for another meeting within three days. She just hoped
by the morning it wasn't too late. Diane had a long, sleepless night ahead of
her.

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