CUSTOM VIDEO
First, the backstory: I am a teenage boy with a nylon foot fetish, and I have been living with my sexy 35 year old step-aunt. She discovered stockings missing from her dresser drawer, and then found a whole collection of them hidden under my mattress that I had been stealing from her. I do all kind of perverted stuff with them—some are cut into pieces, etc. She is very conservative woman, freaks out, takes me to her family doctor (a woman) who finds nothing physically wrong with me, that my “problem” psychological. She asks me exactly what I’m doing with all my aunt’s stockings and of course I’m too embarrassed to say a word, I just can’t even talk, just sit there with a red face. The doctor says to my step-aunt, “Well, I know someone who can get to the bottom of this, someone who’s very ‘good’ with boys his age.”
That’s where you come in. The video starts like your latest one, where I come to your office door and you smile pleasantly but rather coldly and invite me in. I am terrified of you and you know it. And I can see that, underneath your barely polite exterior, you don't like me one bit. You hate horny, perverted boys like me, who would sneak into their step-aunt’s bedroom and steal pantyhose and so on, suck on the dirty toe ends, masturbate with them, etc. It disgusts you.
You “happen” to be wearing tan pantyhose yourself. You’re wearing your white medical dress, closed up at the collar, your hair is pinned, and you have on your glasses. You painted nylon toes are visible through your high heeled shoes, the seams inside-out across your pretty toes. Camera close ups of this, please.
You see me look down and notice, you catch me doing this. You have worn stockings and open-showed shoes on purpose, just to watch me fidget, but you pretend to be annoyed that I can't even hide my fetish from YOU.
You ask me if I know why I’m there, and I don’t respond (too scared), and you tell me “I’m going to find out what you’ve been doing with your aunt’s stockings.” (By the way, please wear mask or gloves please - I want to see your pretty face and hands - polished nails, hands and feet, color not so important).
You coldly but firmly say, “Take off your pants.” I do so, terrified and embarrassed. "And your underpants." I do, shaking. I see your dental tools laid out on a tray - the probes - and that scares me even more. But my penis starts to get hard. You notice this, that some part of me (inside) wants to be punished, but you don’t say anything.
The rest can be ad-libbed by you. The main thing I want you to do is (somehow) tie me still so I can’t move (standing is better). All you need to show on the camera is the dildo from my point of view, looking down at it. Then (this is where it gets REALLY exciting for me), I want you to pick up the dental probe (in the attached photo, that’s the scariest one to me!) and slowly and sadistically begin to interrogate me with it. Dig the tip into the shaft of my cock, precisely, moving up to the head, asking questions and pretending not to get much of an answer from me, and eventually—moving the probe up teasing the peehole with it. You know that’s the most sensitive place and what I'm scared of most. Not satisfied with my non-answers, you slowly and precisely dig the tip into the hole, scratching the inside of the urethra (I would scream of course). You say “This is what happens to boys who do what you do.” And you make me cum while you have the dental probe in my peephole, digging into the inside.
