"Seriously, I don't understand it," Naz said.

She lightly scratched with her nail, then took a playful nibble. Both actions elicited a delighted giggle from the barefoot and bare-pretty-much-everywhere-else young woman whose arch had been tickled and toe had been bitten.

"Why does everyone project their fetish on me?" Naz asked. "I like what I like, not what other people say I like."

She trembled and flexed her own bare foot, as a second young woman who was fully nude delicately licked around its entire outline. Then, she sighed and moaned as the woman began a skillful regimen of toe sucking.

"I'm not asking rhetorically," Naz said. "I really want to know what is up with people."

"Do you really think all of them are wrong?" Cyril asked.

"Absolutely. It's not like they've all formed their own opinions based on logic and reason. No, a few loud mouths started saying something that was totally without merit, and then the multitudes just jumped on the bandwagon."

"A few loud mouths, huh?"

"Yes, I do mean you, as well as some others. And don't act like you're offended. Everyone knows you have a foot fetish because you say that you have one. Everyone thinks I have a foot fetish because you say that I have one."

"Watching you now, I think any reasonable person would say that you have one."

"Oh, please," Naz said.

"I mean, look at what you're doing and having done to you right now, in the middle of your rant."

"First of all, I am not ranting. And what do you mean what I'm doing and having done to me?"

"Good point," Cyril said. "You don't know. Gold on."

A series of LED lights inset around a thin, golden band that encircled Naz's head suddenly brightened. Naz stiffened. Her eyes lost their focus. Her mouth dropped open. Cyril nodded at the expected responses from both device and woman.

"Naz, you'll now be aware of the foot-related activities that you're engaged in, and you'll think you've been aware of them this whole time. But you'll continue to deny that those activities are indicative of you having a foot fetish. You'll also remain oblivious to my headband and the hypnotic control it lets me exert over you. Gold off."

The LED lights dimmed. Naz blinked, shook her head, and closed her mouth.

"I mean, look at what you're doing and having done to you right now  in the middle of your rant," Cyril said again.



"First of all, I am not ranting," Naz said again. "And so what if I'm giving some attention to this cutie's feet..."



Naz leaned over and brushed her lips over the young woman's sole, getting another giggle and a playful wiggling of toes in response.



"She likes it. So maybe she's the one with the foot fetish. And who am I to say that this little beauty can't lick my foot or suck on my toes if she wants to..."



Naz moved said foot forward, prompting the other woman to orally embrace all of her toes at once.



"If that's how she wants to show her affection for me, I'm not going to naysay it."



"Okay, okay. You win. I won't argue the point any more."



"Good."



"Though I am curious about one more thing," Cyril said. "What about what you're doing here?"



He pointed at Naz's other foot, the one not being deftly worshiped. It was bare, and she was actively using it.



"You ask like you don't know," Naz said. "We both know what I'm doing with it. And you're certainly enjoying it..."



She squeezed with her toes. Cyril sighed and moaned, much as she had moments earlier.



"Yes, you're enjoying it quite a bit. But again, your enjoyment says everything about your foot fetish and nothing about mine. Because I don't have one."



"Fair enough. Still as much as I am enjoying what you're doing, I want more. Silver on. Bronze on."



The LED lights brightened on the headbands that the two other women wore. The women stiffened. Their eyes lost all focus. Their mouths dropped open.



"Move away from Naz," Cyril said to the hypnotized women, who would now act on any suggestion he gave them. "Then, drift off to sleep. Silver off. Bronze off."



The LED lights dimmed. The women blinked, shook their heads, and closed their mouths. They both disengaged from Naz. And then, with yawns and contented sighs, they slumped over and lay still.



"Why did you do that?" Naz asked.



"Because I want your full attention. In fact, I want it undivided and without discussion. Gold on...No more defiance or arguments. You are my mindless slave until we're finished. And to that end, use both feet. Gold off."

Even after the lights on her headband dimmed, Naz's expression remained blank and her gaze distant. She carried out her instructions, shifting her position and moving both feet into play.



Her newly redoubled efforts quickly elicited more blissful sighs and moans from Cyril. As she continued her work, he briefly wondered if she really did have a foot fetish outside of his hypnotic influence, or if her arguments against that held true.

But as he watched the stupored stare upon her lovely face and felt the graceful motions of her lithe form steadily increase his pleasure, he realized that, either way, it didn't matter to him in the slightest.