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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION AND MINOR DOMESTIC ABUSE. IF THESE TOPICS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE: PLEASE CLICK OFF AND DO NOT READ LOWER.
THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL, MY BOYFRIEND DOES NOT ABUSE ME, DOES NOT CHEAT ON ME, DOES NOT INSULT ME, DOES NOT YELL AT ME, AND IS A LOVELY PERSON. THIS IS PURELY A FETISH FANTASY STORY ABOUT TWO CONSENTING REAL LIFE ADULTS.

It all started so innocently, Clock suggesting to see a hypnotist to get some sessions done.
Insisting it was for us. In their words: "If I get programmed with some triggers by the a Tist, then you can abuse them and we'll have some more kinks to work with."

I didn't think much of it at the time. Not knowing much of Hypnosis, Clock did the looking into booking a session.
That's when he stumbled upon this weird Craiglist ad: some guy was offering free hypnosis session. No, not just free: he would pay the person to let them try out hypnosis.

Clock quickly messaged the Tist, and scheduled an appointment before even consulting me. I only found out as they cheerfully skipped out the house telling me they have a session and they'll be back in a few hours. I couldn't even object before the door closed behind them and I heard our car start before seeing it drive off into the distance.

Those few hours turned to days. 3 days, and I still hadn't heard from them! I recall looking at my phone and seeing the hundred attempted calls I made. At my wits end, I decided it was time to contact the police and file a missing person's report.
It was just then when I heard the door downstairs slam open, I nearly feel out of my sit from sheer shock of the sudden bang.

I nearly fell down the stairs from running so fast, tears in my eyes wondering if my beloved had finally returned to me. That happiness was short lived as I reached the 2nd story. What stood before me was no doubt my boyfriend, but they were off. They weren't wearing the clothes they left in. Their casual tight T-shirt and black pants were gone, instead their attire was baggy sweat pants, and a loss fitting over-size long sleeve shirt. Stains by their crotch, and their long well kept hair was in fizz.

They looked like an entirely different person.
Shuttering as I spoke I tried to get answers.

"W-Where have y-you been? I-I-I w-was so w-worried! A-Are you hurt? What h-h-happened to your clothes?!"
Clock paid me 0 mind. Just smiling as they walked past me, making their way up stairs. Giving chase, I followed them upstairs, still demanding answers.

"H-HONEY! Talk to me! What happened? I was so worried! Please tell me!"
My shouts continued to fall on deaf ears as Clock continued their stroll up the stairs, making their way into our bedroom.
It was only then when they gave me any sort of acknowledgment. Turning to me and looking me in the eyes as they spoke.

"Vinny, go get me a glass of water." Their eyes appearing glazed over as they commanded me.
"H-huh?" I can only stutter at their bizarre first words at me.
"Water, now." Clock spoke in a more demanding, almost annoyed tone as they began finicking with the desktop webcam.
"C-c-clock, we r-really should be t-talking about what just happened, I m-mean 3 days is a lo-"
"ARE YOU BRAINDEAD?! GO GET ME A GLASS OF WATER, NOW!" My words are cut short by Clock's verbal lashing.

Tears swelling in my eyes as this was the first time they ever yelled at me in an angry way. I meekly make my way downstairs, both to get the water to hopefully appease Clock, and to hide my now sobbing state. Taking a few moments while the water pours to wipe the tears from my eyes, and mentally prepare myself to be stern with Clock about his new attitude. I confidently walk up the stairs with the cup of water in hand. I begin to hear faint giggles, and talking that I can't make out as I approach the bedroom. I slowly open the door, and am greeted by a sight that takes away all my rehearsed confidence.

Clock was laying back on the compute chair, feet outstretched to face the webcam, and I could see what appears to be a live stream of sorts of their feet on the monitor.

"Thanks for the 10 bits, Footlover69! Of course I'll write my name on your feet! Oh, I haven't forgotten you, DarthPlagueis! Though could you give me your real name? Your user name is too long to write on my feet. Gotta save room for the other donators, you know?"

I stumble over to Clock and awkwardly set the cup next to their crossed feet. Taking a few moments to examine their feet. It was covered in writing! "Slender toes" "Claimed by Rachael" "Dick here ->" "Slut" "Property of MadaraWanker" and some smiley faces drawn on each of their toes. My face blushes as I awkwardly try to move out of view of the camera.

"Where are you going, Mister? These feet aren't gonna clean themselves, and I've got 20 more donators who need their names and messages written on these feet. Grab some paper towels, soak them in the water, and get scrubbing!"

"N-Now, Honey, I-I'm n-not r-r-r-really too c-comfortable d-doing that, or an-any of this really..."
"Do you love me?"
"A-ah a-a-a-a-a-a, O-of c-course I do! I-I l-love you m-more then anything!"
"Then why aren't you supporting me? That's not very loving, Vinny."

I sit there for a moment as their words repeat in my head. I won't stand for this! This disrespect, this rudeness, this manipulation, I am going to stand up for myself, I won't take this anymo-

"Hurry it up before I dump your loser ass and find someone more ardent."
My body practically moves on its own as I fall to my knees at their feet. Grasping them in my hands as I soak the paper towels and gently wash away the writing. Looking them in the eyes as I do this.

"I'm sorry, Don't leave me. I love you, I'm sorry. Please don't go, I'm sorry." I repeat as I rub off every last bit of ink from Clock's size 9 feet. They give me no attention or response as I do this, and simply continue to talk and flirt with chat.
The moment their feet are clean they lift off my hands and begin writing more names.

This cycle reruns a lot throughout the night, Clock writes things, I wash their feet, I try to speak up, and they accuse me of not supporting them/threatening to dump me. I'm dead tired after only 3 hours. Waiting on Clock literally hand and foot. Rubbing their legs when they cramp, fetching them drinks and snacks from downstairs, washing their feet, and even letting to prop their feet atop my head per a viewers request. This hellish torment is about to be over as Clock begins to mention heading to bed soon. My dreary eyes almost light up at the thought of being liberated. That was until they read one last chat message out loud.

"FOOTBOY, just because you're sleeping doesn't mean the fun stops. Let your feet dangle off your bed and make cucky their point the camera at them while you rest."

Footboy? These words clearly were some form of trigger for Clock as they instantly plopped the camera into my hands before cheerfully speaking.

"That's SUCH a great idea, Master! You're so full of those! It's why you do all the thinking for me, haha! Vinny! Get a good angle for Master! I don't care if your legs cramp, or you piss yourself: DO. NOT. MOVE! Master deserves the absolute best, and if you can't deliver: we are DONE! Goodnight Master, I love you so so SOOOOO much!"

Once again my low self-worth has me obeying. I kneel down and get the best angle, Clock's feet dead center. All while in the corner of my eye I see chat laughing at the abuse Clock just did to me...

To be Continued...

This is gonna be a new series on the page for awhile. Thinking 10 parts. So let me know what you think!
AND, the top 3 comments with the most likes will be written on Clock-Catcher 's feet in the next part.
Try to keep it relatively short, and be as mean or shitposty as you like. We'll even write terrible memes on there! XD
(Within reason OFC, no sexist, racist, or transphobic shit here.) Now: GO GIVE CLOCK A WATCH, NOW!

For exclusive videos and photos: www.patreon.com/user?u=2370171…

For tips and commissions: www.paypal.com/paypalme/Billow…

My CashApp: $BillowTerra

Description
Social Medias:
Twitter: twitter.com/BillowyTerra
My Discord: discord.gg/AWXkHPqu

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION AND MINOR DOMESTIC ABUSE. IF THESE TOPICS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE: PLEASE CLICK OFF AND DO NOT READ LOWER.
THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL, MY BOYFRIEND DOES NOT ABUSE ME, DOES NOT CHEAT ON ME, DOES NOT INSULT ME, DOES NOT YELL AT ME, AND IS A LOVELY PERSON. THIS IS PURELY A FETISH FANTASY STORY ABOUT TWO CONSENTING REAL LIFE ADULTS.

It all started so innocently, Clock suggesting to see a hypnotist to get some sessions done.
Insisting it was for us. In their words: "If I get programmed with some triggers by the a Tist, then you can abuse them and we'll have some more kinks to work with."

I didn't think much of it at the time. Not knowing much of Hypnosis, Clock did the looking into booking a session.
That's when he stumbled upon this weird Craiglist ad: some guy was offering free hypnosis session. No, not just free: he would pay the person to let them try out hypnosis.

Clock quickly messaged the Tist, and scheduled an appointment before even consulting me. I only found out as they cheerfully skipped out the house telling me they have a session and they'll be back in a few hours. I couldn't even object before the door closed behind them and I heard our car start before seeing it drive off into the distance.

Those few hours turned to days. 3 days, and I still hadn't heard from them! I recall looking at my phone and seeing the hundred attempted calls I made. At my wits end, I decided it was time to contact the police and file a missing person's report.
It was just then when I heard the door downstairs slam open, I nearly feel out of my sit from sheer shock of the sudden bang.

I nearly fell down the stairs from running so fast, tears in my eyes wondering if my beloved had finally returned to me. That happiness was short lived as I reached the 2nd story. What stood before me was no doubt my boyfriend, but they were off. They weren't wearing the clothes they left in. Their casual tight T-shirt and black pants were gone, instead their attire was baggy sweat pants, and a loss fitting over-size long sleeve shirt. Stains by their crotch, and their long well kept hair was in fizz.

They looked like an entirely different person.
Shuttering as I spoke I tried to get answers.

"W-Where have y-you been? I-I-I w-was so w-worried! A-Are you hurt? What h-h-happened to your clothes?!"
Clock paid me 0 mind. Just smiling as they walked past me, making their way up stairs. Giving chase, I followed them upstairs, still demanding answers.

"H-HONEY! Talk to me! What happened? I was so worried! Please tell me!"
My shouts continued to fall on deaf ears as Clock continued their stroll up the stairs, making their way into our bedroom.
It was only then when they gave me any sort of acknowledgment. Turning to me and looking me in the eyes as they spoke.

"Vinny, go get me a glass of water." Their eyes appearing glazed over as they commanded me.
"H-huh?" I can only stutter at their bizarre first words at me.
"Water, now." Clock spoke in a more demanding, almost annoyed tone as they began finicking with the desktop webcam.
"C-c-clock, we r-really should be t-talking about what just happened, I m-mean 3 days is a lo-"
"ARE YOU BRAINDEAD?! GO GET ME A GLASS OF WATER, NOW!" My words are cut short by Clock's verbal lashing.

Tears swelling in my eyes as this was the first time they ever yelled at me in an angry way. I meekly make my way downstairs, both to get the water to hopefully appease Clock, and to hide my now sobbing state. Taking a few moments while the water pours to wipe the tears from my eyes, and mentally prepare myself to be stern with Clock about his new attitude. I confidently walk up the stairs with the cup of water in hand. I begin to hear faint giggles, and talking that I can't make out as I approach the bedroom. I slowly open the door, and am greeted by a sight that takes away all my rehearsed confidence.

Clock was laying back on the compute chair, feet outstretched to face the webcam, and I could see what appears to be a live stream of sorts of their feet on the monitor.

"Thanks for the 10 bits, Footlover69! Of course I'll write my name on your feet! Oh, I haven't forgotten you, DarthPlagueis! Though could you give me your real name? Your user name is too long to write on my feet. Gotta save room for the other donators, you know?"

I stumble over to Clock and awkwardly set the cup next to their crossed feet. Taking a few moments to examine their feet. It was covered in writing! "Slender toes" "Claimed by Rachael" "Dick here ->" "Slut" "Property of MadaraWanker" and some smiley faces drawn on each of their toes. My face blushes as I awkwardly try to move out of view of the camera.

"Where are you going, Mister? These feet aren't gonna clean themselves, and I've got 20 more donators who need their names and messages written on these feet. Grab some paper towels, soak them in the water, and get scrubbing!"

"N-Now, Honey, I-I'm n-not r-r-r-really too c-comfortable d-doing that, or an-any of this really..."
"Do you love me?"
"A-ah a-a-a-a-a-a, O-of c-course I do! I-I l-love you m-more then anything!"
"Then why aren't you supporting me? That's not very loving, Vinny."

I sit there for a moment as their words repeat in my head. I won't stand for this! This disrespect, this rudeness, this manipulation, I am going to stand up for myself, I won't take this anymo-

"Hurry it up before I dump your loser ass and find someone more ardent."
My body practically moves on its own as I fall to my knees at their feet. Grasping them in my hands as I soak the paper towels and gently wash away the writing. Looking them in the eyes as I do this.

"I'm sorry, Don't leave me. I love you, I'm sorry. Please don't go, I'm sorry." I repeat as I rub off every last bit of ink from Clock's size 9 feet. They give me no attention or response as I do this, and simply continue to talk and flirt with chat.
The moment their feet are clean they lift off my hands and begin writing more names.

This cycle reruns a lot throughout the night, Clock writes things, I wash their feet, I try to speak up, and they accuse me of not supporting them/threatening to dump me. I'm dead tired after only 3 hours. Waiting on Clock literally hand and foot. Rubbing their legs when they cramp, fetching them drinks and snacks from downstairs, washing their feet, and even letting to prop their feet atop my head per a viewers request. This hellish torment is about to be over as Clock begins to mention heading to bed soon. My dreary eyes almost light up at the thought of being liberated. That was until they read one last chat message out loud.

"FOOTBOY, just because you're sleeping doesn't mean the fun stops. Let your feet dangle off your bed and make cucky their point the camera at them while you rest."

Footboy? These words clearly were some form of trigger for Clock as they instantly plopped the camera into my hands before cheerfully speaking.

"That's SUCH a great idea, Master! You're so full of those! It's why you do all the thinking for me, haha! Vinny! Get a good angle for Master! I don't care if your legs cramp, or you piss yourself: DO. NOT. MOVE! Master deserves the absolute best, and if you can't deliver: we are DONE! Goodnight Master, I love you so so SOOOOO much!"

Once again my low self-worth has me obeying. I kneel down and get the best angle, Clock's feet dead center. All while in the corner of my eye I see chat laughing at the abuse Clock just did to me...

To be Continued...

This is gonna be a new series on the page for awhile. Thinking 10 parts. So let me know what you think!
AND, the top 3 comments with the most likes will be written on Clock-Catcher 's feet in the next part.
Try to keep it relatively short, and be as mean or shitposty as you like. We'll even write terrible memes on there! XD
(Within reason OFC, no sexist, racist, or transphobic shit here.) Now: GO GIVE CLOCK A WATCH, NOW!

For exclusive videos and photos: www.patreon.com/user?u=2370171…

For tips and commissions: www.paypal.com/paypalme/Billow…

My CashApp: $BillowTerra