Dr.Silverman Part I Saturday, 20-Sep-97 16:54:45

It was early in the morning when I was reading the newspaper. I didn't had often time enough to do so, but this morning I had and I enjoyed it. My eyes scanned one page after he other and suddenly felt on an advertisement, that said: "Foot Fetischist wanted!". I wondered, if this should be a joke, whether I still was dreaming or what else, but I wasn't. I read the article again and again and then decided, that I had to find out, what it was about. At 12:00 AM I got to the telephone and dialed the number written next to the article. It ringed three times until someone got the call, then a very friendly feminine voice said: "Practice Dr. Silverman What can I do for you?" I tried to be cool and said "Hello, my name is Cooper. I read your notice in the newspaper and wondered, if you would be so kind to explain me..." I was interrupted by the voice and asked "Mr. Cooper, do you like female feet?" This question made me a little nervous. I was used to ask the questions in a conversation and I hated it to be interrupted, when I was talking. I thought the question over for a moment and then said "Yes!", wich was the truth. I've liked female feet as long as I could remember my life and I always thought about how I could get in contact with women, like to be admired by a man kneeling to their feet and may be get trampled by their lovely feet. The voice said "Ok, Mr. Cooper, are you afraid of being trampled by a woman?" I couldn't believe, what I had just heard and asked "Sorry?" The woman responded with a more intense voice now "Mr. Cooper, is it a problem for you to lay down on the ground in front of a beautiful woman, if she wants you to do so, to be kicked and trampled by her?" I wondered again, some more this time, how I should react to such a question, but what in the world should happen to me, if I was honest. Everything they knew from me was my lastname and there were probably living many hundred Coopers in the town so there was little probability to get harmed. I answered "No, I wouldn't have a problem with this as long as don't get permanently injured!" The voice calmed down again a got friendly again. The woman said "That's fine. We would like to meet you Mr. Cooper. Do you think you could come along here to talk about some details, may be at 2:00 PM ?" I agreed and after giving me the address, we hung up.

At 1:55 PM, I stood in front of the building, wherein the meeting should take place. It was a great complex that lodged many companies, offices and shops. I entered the elevator and got up to the 10th floor. There was a nameplate saying "Practice Dr. Silverman Psychologist" I shivered and wondered if it might be better to turn around and leave this place as fast as possible, but I was to curious. I pressed the bell. After a second or two I heard the buzz of the lock and I got in. Behind the receiption on the left side sat a very beautiful woman with long blond hair, may be 30 years old. At the other end of the entrance-hall stood another woman, wich seemed to be a bit younger, may be 25. She was reading something and didn't take a notice of me. Her hair seemed to be brunett as far as I could constate this over the distance of 10 m. She wore a black dress, black nylons and pumps with very narrow heels. The other women behin the desk was wearing a brown costume and skin colored nylons. Unfortunately I could't see her feet. She looked up to me and asked "Yes! What can I do for you?" This was the voice of the telephonecall this morning. No doubt. Obviously, this wasn't a bad joke, but was a real! "My name is Cooper. I called you this morning in response to your newspaper-advertisemant" The woman behind the desk started to smile as bright as she could and it did not seem to be a pretended smile. Whatever the reason was, but she seemed to be happy to see me. "Please sit down there for a moment! Dr. Silverman will receive you as soon as possible" I went to the three chairs opposite of the desk and sat down. I recognized, that the brunett woman stared over to me, when she thought I wouldn't see her, but I did. When I turned around to look in her direction, she pretended to be very busy reading this whatever it was, but I recognized, thta she too seemed to be happy about my arrival. Nice, to be welcome, whatever this would mean to me in this special context. In this moment the telephone rang and the blond one took the call, wich lastet at most 4 seconds, then she hung up and got over to me. Now I saw her in full size. She was a bit taller than the other woman, looked very athletic and might weigh 60 kg. She had very long legs that were covered with expensive looking nylons. She too was wearing pumps with very high and slender heels, that left marks on the carpet as she walked towards me. I stood up and she led me to a door next to the receiption. She knocked at the door, waited for the obligatory "Yes?" and shoved me into a room of at least 50 qm, wich was nearly empty. To my left, I saw a great white leather couch. The right wall was covered with books and at the and of the room stood a desk made of dark glass. Behind this desk sat a black haired woman and was reading something. As we came in, she raised her view and invited me to take place in a chair next to her desk. She seemed to be a little older than the other two, may be 40, but hell, she looked beautiful. Her hair was shoulder long and glittered in the incoming sun light. She wore a red costume, black nylons and red pumps with very high heels. I could see her poking holes into the carpet by having crossed her legs, so that the whole weight of her both legs was concentrated on the thin plate of one of her heels. From time to time, she change the position of her foot under the table and I could see the marks, her heel treatment had left on the carpet. It realy had to suffer, wich made me shiver a bit. I took place in the chair I had been offered and the red lady started our conversation with the words "Miss Kelly told me, that you're a very tough guy and capable of taking some trample from a female. Is this right?" I again was surprised about the self-evidence, these women were talking about treading men into the ground. I responded "Yes, I think I can take a bit, but would you be so kind and first tell me, what this all here is for and your intention regarding your newspaper-advertisement?" She put down her pencil and stood up. I estimated her height to 1.70 m. "Mr. Cooper", she continued "I have had many men sitting there in this chair, prentending how tough they would be, and after telling them the whole story, they went out and have never been seen again. That is, why we decided to make a little test with all applicants. Are you willing to do this test to show us how tough you are?" If I haven't been excited till this point, but latest now I got very excited. What a test was this woman talking about? There was only one way to find this out. I aggreed and she not willing to loose to much time with me, ordered me to make by torso free and lie down straight in front of her feet on the floor. I hesitated for a moment, then remembered, that I was asked by Mrs. Kelly a few hours ago, whether that would be a problem for me and finally decided to do what they asked for. Mrs. Silverman then said: "Ok, we will check now, whether you're usable for our project. If you don't want as to go ahead with our testing you can shout Stop whenever you want. Then we will let get up and you can go. If don't shout, we assume, that you're willing to go on and if you pass the test, we will tell you, what all this is about. Understood?" I nooded, pulled out my jacket and my shirt and lay down on my back on the ground just in front of the three women. They looked like a giants from down there and I got a feeling of how frogs had to feel, if they encounter human beings or great animals. She ordered me to put my arms down on the ground, so that my hands lie left and right to my head. Then she gave her two assistents a sign, wich caused them put off their shoes. Then Mrs Kelly stepped on my hands and the brunett woman stepped on my legs to nail me on the ground. "This is only for your assistence. It is important, that you stay very calm during the whole procedure. And remember, you can stop the test whenever you want just by shouting stop." I didn't think about breaking this, because it was just starting to become fun. Two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen where just going to trample me, wich I liked principly. I very quickly realized, that this test could get a bit hard for me, when Mrs. Silverman started to do her part. In contrast to the other two woman, she did not pull off her shoes, but stepped without any hesitation on my chest. She wasn't so heavy but her heels really were very thin. She looked down to me from her new position and said "This probably will hurt a bit, but I'm sure you can take it" Then she slowly put more and more weight on her heels they tried to find their way into my chest. The pain was incredible, but I tried to make this. How embarrassing would it be to cancel this test and thus show them, that I wasn't as tough as I thought I was. To cause still more pain Mrs. Silverman now began to wiggle with her feet so that the heels really scratched my skin. It hurted as hell and I was starting to grown. The woman tried to hear a stop, but this didn't come, so Mrs. Silverman continued her torture for a while until she obviously decided, that she had caused enough pain on the chest. She suddenly put her weight back on the balls and the pain went away. Then she placed one of her heels directly over my navel and trod down. I screamed in agony but because she did not hear stop she continued to bore her heel into my stomach. Before I could make my next thought she was ready with her test and stepped off me. The other two woman also got off me and I was free again. My navel hurted as hell but I didn't think that I had been permanently injured, so it was ok. The three women loved and told me that I had passed the test and if I still was interested in their project, they would tell me now, what their plan was.

To be continued...