Bedtime Story (written by a devoted client)

The day started like any other day but certainly ended with a twist. I prepared myself for work, not knowing what the day had in store. Although I smiled because I had an appointment to counsel a young man who claimed he was submissive – exactly the type of counseling I crave.



The day was a typical dank and wet winter day in the north US. I shivered in my winter jacket and hurried inside the clinic in which I have my office. Aside from my excitement for what I knew would be an entertaining session, the remainder of the day was one of those typical days filled with many boring meetings and administrative paperwork.



I have providing counseling for many years, I am British and educated in Canada. I am a sex therapist/counselor for the last twenty years. I specialize in unusual sexual behaviours such as fetishes (BDSM, Domination, submission, cuckolding, body worship, chastity), sexual identity (bi-sexuality, homosexuality, trans-gender, crossdressing, et cetera), excessive masturbation, erectile dysfunction in conjunction with various forms of impotence. American men seem to love the British accent. Although surprisingly I spend most of my time with impotence issues, I am a dominant bitch with a capital “B”!



I have been recognized as one of the best and brightest in my field and that is why I am in such demand for my counseling abilities. In additional, I own a small clinic associated with my counseling. I also believe in Female Superiority and all the employees, doctors, clinicians, and nurses are women. The clinic has been recognized as one of the best institutions of medical institutions for medical dysfunctional treatment and education worldwide.



Unbeknownst to my client, I knew about his submissive yearnings and his fetish for worshipping a woman’s boots. I particularly love having a male kneel and experience the humiliation of kneeling at My feet and worshipping My boots.



As a rule, women generally wear boots to work in the winter, particularly having to walk through the slush of a melting snow, et cetera. And this day was no exception. Having experienced a major snowfall several days earlier, the snow was starting to melt on this warm, dark day. Most women would wear the boots traveling to work and then when they reached their work station would change the boots to more common heels, et cetera.



It was time for his appointment. I decided to do a little test and took off my boots and placed them on my desk. They were gorgeous, black leather, stiletto heels. I went into the other room which had a one-way mirror to allow Me to observe his behaviour. My assistant brought him into my office and he sat with the boots in full sight.



Sneakily, he glanced around the office to see if he was being observed and he picked up My boots, and stuck one stiletto heel in his mouth. He then kissed the toe of the boot and the smile on his face was euphoric. Unbeknownst to him, I was standing in the door watching him caress and worship My boots. Suddenly, he turned and sensed My eyes drilling into his back. I said, “Is there something you want to tell me?” And, before he could answer, I said, “you didn’t ask permission to kiss my boots, did you – slave?”



The look on his face was priceless, mortified he stammered “what…what….do you mean Dr. Grace?” And I replied, “that is Goddess to you slave! If you don’t want me to file a sexual harassment suit against you or publicly flog you, and run to tell everybody in the building to humiliate you, you will become My slave. From now on, you will address Me as Goddess, understand slave?” Closing and locking the door, I, am now known to him as Goddess Grace, put on My boots, had him kneel at My feet and lick the soles of the boots. I then commanded him to lie on the floor and stood over him and lowered My boot onto his face. I then trampled him. I relished his humiliation! I truly am dominant and love to command males.



I looked at his crestfallen face and laughed aloud. “Why do you think you I accepted your appointment request, slave? Do you think it was because of your status in life? Ha! No, because our research showed that you were a slave at heart, and We knew that it would be only a matter of time to catch you in the act!” Goddess explained to him.



He was helpless and petrified that I would expose him. I then had him take off My boots, and massage My feet, lick and suck My toes. I was content because I knew despite his embarrassment and humiliation he was in ecstasy. I told him that from that day forward that he would be My foot and bootslave and worship and massage My feet each day. “slave, you better please Me or I will take out the hospital restraints and believe Me, you won’t be happy!”



We settled into a routine, My new slave would kneel and kiss My boots each day and that seemed to suffice. I enjoyed this interactive type of training….he was fulfilling his fantasy and I was fulfilling Mine. I informed him that he was to kneel and kiss every Lady’s boot that he saw while in the clinic. He gulped and responded, “yes, Goddess Grace!”



After worshipping one Doctor’s shoes, She turned to him, “Okay, slave get back to Dr. Grace, but understand something –Goddess Stanton is the inspiration behind this Clinic so don’t play Her. I am a sadistic Bitch so don’t give me cause to cause you great pain and anguish little man! You now belong to All of Us Ladies of this Institution and your suffering will be amusing for Us slaveboy! UNDERSTAND!!!”



I watched this with a smile knowing that My style of interactive counseling was going to be fun and be recognized as the standard for counseling in the future. Additionally, and to my absolute delight, I was going to have a stable of slaves to worship Me. Reading my new slave’s mind, I knew that he was thinking that he belonged to Me, Goddess Dr. Grace Stanton and My staff, I thought with a smile.