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Kris made a little squeal of glee. The program had worked!

A few changes to the code had made it so any normal 'flicker' on the screen, such as after-images when changing between scenes, big visual effects, and even rain and the like, was replaced by her own coded visual noise. White noise generally takes the form of flickering dots on the screen, but the manipulation changed it to a series of spiralling patterns, sppearing subliminally at a regular basis.

And now the fruits of those weeks of modification were there before her. It had taken a while to get Anne over to the house, and even longer once there to finish catching up on their lives and start watching a crappy rom-com. But it was worth it.

Because now Anne sat on the sofa-bed, staring blankly to the middle distance. Her friend's mouth hung slightly ajar, her tongue poking through her lips in a silly expression. That smooth, flawless, marble of her friend's toes and feet was so, so tantalisingly close.

Those toes. That's what this was all for. Months of trial and error. A few self-induced trances. But Kris had fought through it for the ultimate prize.

Anne's mouth moved slightly now. Mumbling, a soft voice punctuating the silence of the room, as soft as the cushions (that Kris was now clambering upon). Her friend's words were mostly meaningless. Just "spirals...", "prettyyy...", "ahhh...". But every few moments, the voice would form another word, ever so slightly quieter. More subliminal, buried deeper within Anne's consciousness.

"Feet...."

And whenever that happened, her friend would drool. And as she sat down opposite Anne, so that empty gaze rested, unknowingly, on Kris' green eyes, she looked down and fully appreciated her prize, and then she drooled too.

But it was important not to rush into things. The trance was probably weak, it was a first attempt after all. First she had to test her friend's susceptibility - how far that blank mind could be pushed before it snapped back to reality.

"Flap your arms like a chicken."

"Suuure..."

Anne's dreamy voice drifted across the sofa, as her arms bent up to her shoulders and did a typical, though not particularly enthusiastic, chicken dance. All the while, Anne's beautiful pale face just kept that blank, dopey grin. This was suggestibility, clearly, but maybe not obedience.

"Lick your own elbow"

"I guesss... soo..." Her friend's voice had a slight tinge of confusion, not the completely blank compliance it had before.

But the perfect woman still tried, slowly straining her head and tongue in an attempt to complete the instruction. It was, of course impossible, but the fact her friend was trying despite herself was good news.

Kris sighed. Might as well try it out. There were no more tests worth the effort, and she could only keep herself restricted for so long. Her breath built up within her, she could feel the nervous pressure in her stomach welling as she prepared to give the command she had waited ohhh so long to give to her perfect-pedded friend.

"Put your toes in my mouth."

She saw Anne's legs tense as the muscles prepared to move. She saw her friend's mouth lazily open to affirm her quiet acquiescence to another command. But the legs didn't rise, she didn't finally get those white chocolate toes on her tongue.

Instead, her friend had begun to mumble again.

"Spirals... feet... pretty... feet... unnnhg" What was that groaning? Something was going wrong!

"Feet... smelly... wrong... no... spiral... pretty... icky... bad..."

Anne's brain was fighting against the hypnosis! She didn't realise her friend felt that strongly about footplay! And now she was groaning louder, with clear effort in her breathig. Her brain was clearly, viscerally, straining against the order.

Crap! The trance was ending. She had to do something! Kris couldn't lose this chance to finally taste those feed... play with them...

No, she couldn't get distracted!

Her friend was still moaning, eyes blinking as the spirals reflected inside started to fade.

How could she stop this? How could she keep Anne entranced?

The moaning was still coming, the blinking was getting faster.

"Look at the screen!"

She panicked and shouted, but her friend did mumble something and turn to look at the screen. Kris practically leaped across the room to the remote, clicking back on the program which would lull her friend back into a trance.

".... Prettyyy..."

Her friend was still blinking, but those eyes were still fixed like glue on to the screen. Kris leaned forward and whispered in the beauty's ear.

"Yes, dear, it's pretty. Keep looking. Please just keep watching the pretty screen."

Kris was acting on pure instinct now. It was the only choice to keep on track to claim what she had lusted for for so, so long. And it was working. She placed her hand on Anne's, slowly caressing the fingers and palm, sending relaxing waves through her friend's body.

The grumbling stopped. The happy sigh returned, the whispers of obedience were back.

Most importantly, her friend was subliminally whispering 'feet' again.

But now she had to train her friend to, at least slightly, want to use those feet for her pleasure.

"Put your feet on my lap"

"If you say soo..."

The dreamy voice was back as well, that was good. And as those perfect soles landed on her thighs, Kris couldn't help but start to stroked them with her thumb.

But then she realised she had stumbled upon a perfect weapon against Anne's foot-related resistance.

Because one advantage of being a foot fetishist is that one gets very good at foot massages.

Kris' hands clasped around the perfect arch of her friend's feet, her fingers pressing in to make their presence known. She was careful not to knead too hard, worried enough of a shock would sent her friend out of her clearly-quite-vulnerable trance, but a proper massage needs some force.

She prodded and pushed and squeezed at all the right places. She teased her friend's sensitive soles with light brushes of her fingers and nails. She pressed until all of Anne's tension was concentrated on those beatiful feet. And then she squeezed it all out in a single motion, smoothing her hand over the entire surface of that milky foot like a wave.

And a wide, silly smile breaking out on Anne's face. The hypnotic light shining in those eyes. They were proof of what was happening within her friend's entranced mind.

Pleasure receptors in the feet were joining up with those in her friend's brain. As Kris massaged more and more, ever more endorphins rushed into Anne's mind. And all the while her friend whispered about pretty spirals, nice feelings...

And, of course, feet.

And every time Anne felt the pleasure, the pale woman whispered that beautiful four-letter word even more. And every time those full lips whispered feet, her brain was filled more with hypnotic, pleasurable mist.

Her friend was falling even deeper into the bliss of trance.

And now Kris could do whatever she wanted.

At long last.

"Put your toes to my mouth."

"Suuure..." Came the giggling, empty voice.

Kris felt an upwelling in her stomach as her throat swelled with pent-up passion. This skin against her lips. She had wanted it for so long. So long.

And now her tongue teased out from between her lips to taste her prize. It twisted between those toes, teasing at the thin skin between them. Anne's faraway giggles emboldened her, and she pushed her tongue further, going under to toes, teasing the edge of the slight arch of her prizes.

She tore her eyes off the soles for a moment to look at her friend, staring happily and vaguely in her direction. Utterly compliant. Completely happy to do anything for her now. Entirely and irreversibly entranced.

Her victory was complete. She pulled both legs up as her friend's feet landed lossely on her shoulders. Her hands ran down that smooth, flawless skin.

Kris pushed her red hair aside, clearing the way.

There was a lot more to play with on that perfect body than just feet.

----

A more explicitly foot-focused tale than my usual, adapted from a reques by HierarchDQ (who will be getting his second story soon! ^^' )

Hope my foot-fetishy followers enjoy, and those turned off by it bare with me for a more conventional hypno-story (I swear! There's not even any superheroines this time!) coming soon!

Description

Kris made a little squeal of glee. The program had worked!

A few changes to the code had made it so any normal 'flicker' on the screen, such as after-images when changing between scenes, big visual effects, and even rain and the like, was replaced by her own coded visual noise. White noise generally takes the form of flickering dots on the screen, but the manipulation changed it to a series of spiralling patterns, sppearing subliminally at a regular basis.

And now the fruits of those weeks of modification were there before her. It had taken a while to get Anne over to the house, and even longer once there to finish catching up on their lives and start watching a crappy rom-com. But it was worth it.

Because now Anne sat on the sofa-bed, staring blankly to the middle distance. Her friend's mouth hung slightly ajar, her tongue poking through her lips in a silly expression. That smooth, flawless, marble of her friend's toes and feet was so, so tantalisingly close.

Those toes. That's what this was all for. Months of trial and error. A few self-induced trances. But Kris had fought through it for the ultimate prize.

Anne's mouth moved slightly now. Mumbling, a soft voice punctuating the silence of the room, as soft as the cushions (that Kris was now clambering upon). Her friend's words were mostly meaningless. Just "spirals...", "prettyyy...", "ahhh...". But every few moments, the voice would form another word, ever so slightly quieter. More subliminal, buried deeper within Anne's consciousness.

"Feet...."

And whenever that happened, her friend would drool. And as she sat down opposite Anne, so that empty gaze rested, unknowingly, on Kris' green eyes, she looked down and fully appreciated her prize, and then she drooled too.

But it was important not to rush into things. The trance was probably weak, it was a first attempt after all. First she had to test her friend's susceptibility - how far that blank mind could be pushed before it snapped back to reality.

"Flap your arms like a chicken."

"Suuure..."

Anne's dreamy voice drifted across the sofa, as her arms bent up to her shoulders and did a typical, though not particularly enthusiastic, chicken dance. All the while, Anne's beautiful pale face just kept that blank, dopey grin. This was suggestibility, clearly, but maybe not obedience.

"Lick your own elbow"

"I guesss... soo..." Her friend's voice had a slight tinge of confusion, not the completely blank compliance it had before.

But the perfect woman still tried, slowly straining her head and tongue in an attempt to complete the instruction. It was, of course impossible, but the fact her friend was trying despite herself was good news.

Kris sighed. Might as well try it out. There were no more tests worth the effort, and she could only keep herself restricted for so long. Her breath built up within her, she could feel the nervous pressure in her stomach welling as she prepared to give the command she had waited ohhh so long to give to her perfect-pedded friend.

"Put your toes in my mouth."

She saw Anne's legs tense as the muscles prepared to move. She saw her friend's mouth lazily open to affirm her quiet acquiescence to another command. But the legs didn't rise, she didn't finally get those white chocolate toes on her tongue.

Instead, her friend had begun to mumble again.

"Spirals... feet... pretty... feet... unnnhg" What was that groaning? Something was going wrong!

"Feet... smelly... wrong... no... spiral... pretty... icky... bad..."

Anne's brain was fighting against the hypnosis! She didn't realise her friend felt that strongly about footplay! And now she was groaning louder, with clear effort in her breathig. Her brain was clearly, viscerally, straining against the order.

Crap! The trance was ending. She had to do something! Kris couldn't lose this chance to finally taste those feed... play with them...

No, she couldn't get distracted!

Her friend was still moaning, eyes blinking as the spirals reflected inside started to fade.

How could she stop this? How could she keep Anne entranced?

The moaning was still coming, the blinking was getting faster.

"Look at the screen!"

She panicked and shouted, but her friend did mumble something and turn to look at the screen. Kris practically leaped across the room to the remote, clicking back on the program which would lull her friend back into a trance.

".... Prettyyy..."

Her friend was still blinking, but those eyes were still fixed like glue on to the screen. Kris leaned forward and whispered in the beauty's ear.

"Yes, dear, it's pretty. Keep looking. Please just keep watching the pretty screen."

Kris was acting on pure instinct now. It was the only choice to keep on track to claim what she had lusted for for so, so long. And it was working. She placed her hand on Anne's, slowly caressing the fingers and palm, sending relaxing waves through her friend's body.

The grumbling stopped. The happy sigh returned, the whispers of obedience were back.

Most importantly, her friend was subliminally whispering 'feet' again.

But now she had to train her friend to, at least slightly, want to use those feet for her pleasure.

"Put your feet on my lap"

"If you say soo..."

The dreamy voice was back as well, that was good. And as those perfect soles landed on her thighs, Kris couldn't help but start to stroked them with her thumb.

But then she realised she had stumbled upon a perfect weapon against Anne's foot-related resistance.

Because one advantage of being a foot fetishist is that one gets very good at foot massages.

Kris' hands clasped around the perfect arch of her friend's feet, her fingers pressing in to make their presence known. She was careful not to knead too hard, worried enough of a shock would sent her friend out of her clearly-quite-vulnerable trance, but a proper massage needs some force.

She prodded and pushed and squeezed at all the right places. She teased her friend's sensitive soles with light brushes of her fingers and nails. She pressed until all of Anne's tension was concentrated on those beatiful feet. And then she squeezed it all out in a single motion, smoothing her hand over the entire surface of that milky foot like a wave.

And a wide, silly smile breaking out on Anne's face. The hypnotic light shining in those eyes. They were proof of what was happening within her friend's entranced mind.

Pleasure receptors in the feet were joining up with those in her friend's brain. As Kris massaged more and more, ever more endorphins rushed into Anne's mind. And all the while her friend whispered about pretty spirals, nice feelings...

And, of course, feet.

And every time Anne felt the pleasure, the pale woman whispered that beautiful four-letter word even more. And every time those full lips whispered feet, her brain was filled more with hypnotic, pleasurable mist.

Her friend was falling even deeper into the bliss of trance.

And now Kris could do whatever she wanted.

At long last.

"Put your toes to my mouth."

"Suuure..." Came the giggling, empty voice.

Kris felt an upwelling in her stomach as her throat swelled with pent-up passion. This skin against her lips. She had wanted it for so long. So long.

And now her tongue teased out from between her lips to taste her prize. It twisted between those toes, teasing at the thin skin between them. Anne's faraway giggles emboldened her, and she pushed her tongue further, going under to toes, teasing the edge of the slight arch of her prizes.

She tore her eyes off the soles for a moment to look at her friend, staring happily and vaguely in her direction. Utterly compliant. Completely happy to do anything for her now. Entirely and irreversibly entranced.

Her victory was complete. She pulled both legs up as her friend's feet landed lossely on her shoulders. Her hands ran down that smooth, flawless skin.

Kris pushed her red hair aside, clearing the way.

There was a lot more to play with on that perfect body than just feet.

----

A more explicitly foot-focused tale than my usual, adapted from a reques by HierarchDQ (who will be getting his second story soon! ^^' )

Hope my foot-fetishy followers enjoy, and those turned off by it bare with me for a more conventional hypno-story (I swear! There's not even any superheroines this time!) coming soon!