Dr. Sasaki smiled at you from across her desk, adjusting her glasses. “So, you’re here because you want to quit smoking, is that correct?” The Japanese therapist crossed her legs, her tight pencil skirt shifting up to reveal a glimpse of her shapely thighs. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the way her blouse strained against her ample breasts. “Eyes up here,” Dr. Sasaki chided with a smirk. “Now, tell me more about your smoking habit and what made you decide to finally quit.”

As you began to explain your struggles with nicotine addiction, Dr. Sasaki listened intently, jotting down notes. Halfway through, she paused and slipped off her high heels. “You don’t mind if I get a bit more comfortable, do you? These shoes have been pinching my feet all day.” She flexed her stockinged feet, wiggling her toes with a sigh of relief. Your eyes were instantly drawn down to them, drinking in the sight of her petite size 6 feet, with perfectly pedicured toes peeking through the sheer nylon. A strange feeling began to stir in your loins…

Dr. Sasaki continued on with the session, but you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but her sexy feet propped up on display. She seemed to take notice of your distraction. “Is everything alright? You seem… fixated on something,” she purred with a knowing smirk.

“I…uh, no, it’s nothing,” you stammered, feeling your face flush. But your rising erection straining against your pants told a different story. Mentally, you kicked yourself. What was wrong with you, getting turned on by feet of all things? You’d never had a foot fetish before! But here you were, cock throbbing at the sight of your therapist’s dainty Japanese feet.

“It’s perfectly natural to develop new interests,” Dr. Sasaki said, as if reading your mind. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up even further. “Especially when you’re trying to break a bad habit like smoking. Your mind is seeking out novel stimulation.” She slipped her feet out of her stockings and leaned forward, planting them right on the edge of the desk in front of you. Her soles were smooth and pale, contrasting with the rest of her lightly tanned skin. “Go ahead, have a closer look if you’d like,” Dr. Sasaki coaxed. “I don’t mind.” You wanted to resist, to deny the new urges welling up inside you. But her feet were utterly mesmirizing. The scent of her warm skin drew you in like a siren song. Unable to hold back any longer, you pressed your nose to her instep and inhaled deeply. Pleasure exploded through you at that first intoxicating sniff.

“Good boy,” Dr. Sasaki purred approvingly. “Breathe in the fragrance of my feet. Let it fill your lungs.” Your cock lurched as you took huff after greedy huff, the refined bouquet overtaking your senses. Soon, you were licking her soles, suckling her toes, lavishing every inch of her perfect feet with worship. Nothing had ever tasted so sweetly addictive. Dr. Sasaki giggled, curling her toes against your tongue. “There’s just no way a white boy like you can resist big beautiful Japanese feet like mine. You’re helpless before them.”

As Dr. Sasaki slid her dainty toes along your cheeks, holding your face firmly between her soft soles, doubt began to flicker through your pleasure-addled mind. “Wait…” you gasped between toe-sucking. “I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not right!”

Dr. Sasaki just laughed, a musical and slightly mocking sound. She pressed her feet more insistently against your mouth. “Oh, you silly boy. We both know it’s far too late for you to stop now. You’re utterly hooked on the taste and smell of my perfect Japanese feet.” To punctuate her point, she glided one silky sole down to your crotch and rubbed your rock-hard erection straining against your pants. You groaned around a mouthful of her toes. “Feel that? Your dick is harder than it’s ever been before, throbbing for my feet like a bitch in heat. Your mind and body already belong to me…to my soles.” Dr. Sasaki purred, continuing to tease your bulge with her arch. “There’s no going back. Just accept your place beneath my feet like a good footboy.” She was right. With each passing second, you were falling deeper under the spell of her soles. Smoking was the farthest thing from your mind now, replaced by the all-consuming need to sniff, lick, and adore Dr. Sasaki’s feet.

“That’s it, just surrender to your desire,” she cooed, flexing her toes in front of your face. “Now you’re just another Asian foot slave. And you’ll never be able crave anything else.”