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For those that are interested in hypnosis, one of the biggest things that catch their interest is the method by which a person could be hypnotized. Common methods included various pendulum methods, like pocket-watches, or crystals, or other things that could sway back and forth. Less common and more fantastic means could be accomplished through machines and subliminal messaging, and among the 'impossible' methods - so most called them - were the methods of magic or other supernatural methods, implanting commands through powers that, while fun sounding, could never possibly exist in the real world.

At least, that was the belief of most people. For those that were affected by those commands, they knew that it was possible, and while they could never break free of their triggers, they seldom wanted to.

Spencer was one such case, a human that had started out interested in hypnosis and had followed it to one of only two possible conclusions. It had seemed a simple enough diversion at first, but soon he found the darker, adult side of the world of hypnosis and mind control. From there, it had been a quick slide down into the porn that had been made involving it, depicting people in different situations that they would never have gone into willingly, but had been put into with the power of hypnosis.

He had researched the topic extensively, and soon found himself fascinated by the different means one could gain control over another. Many nights he pored over different sites, dick in hand as he enjoyed the stories that different users had to share, and he sought more and more different triggers and means of hypnosis.

Still, there was only so much that the internet could supply, and one day, he put out an ad in the paper at the college he attended. It was simple enough, simply reading: "Amateur Hypnotist Seeks Teacher. Anthro or Human Okay."

It took almost a week, but eventually he received a response. It wasn't someone he recognized, but he was so eager to find out how to hypnotize someone for real that he couldn't say no. A meeting was set up for after school hours, in one of the smaller rooms that the teachers let students use for projects for the next day, and Spencer went to bed after jerking himself off one more time to the fantasies that filled his mind, things he would do after he learned how to do this properly.

Little did he know that his life was about to change forever.

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He shut the door behind him as he stepped into the small office next to the locker rooms. According to the coach, these were usually used during the sports seasons for the players and the coach to get a little one on one time to get the plays for the year planned out and understood, but with the football season and other sports games being a few months away, it wasn't in use. In fact, the coach had been happy to push someone else off of the list for the room to let him have it today. Strange, but he was too eager to learn something new to question the why of the situation.

Sitting down in one of the chairs in front of the desk, Spencer looked around. The room had a strange amount of mirrors, he thought; there were several on all the walls, with only the door back out of the office unmirrored. It gave the room a strange sort of depth effect, and made it a little bit hard to focus, almost dizzying in a way, particularly when he saw almost a dozen copies of himself looking back.

To pass the time, he looked at himself in the mirror, moving from one copy to another to try and get accustomed to the weird feelings of the different mirrors. It was different to see himself from so many angles, to see the back of his head and think that he was getting close to needing a haircut; to see that he was getting a bit bigger in the belly, and the gym should be calling soon; to see that the clothes he wore didn't fit on him quite as well as he'd like, and he might need to go shopping again soon. All details that he didn't quite get in the mirror at home.

The problem was, looking at so many mirrors, seeing so many reflections, was very dizzying, very disorienting. Even sitting down he was having a hard time keeping his balance and sense of direction, and he didn't even want to think about what it would be like if he were to be standing up.

Click.

The door opening put an end to the thoughts of how weird the mirrors were, and brought his attention to the mystery respondent for his ad.

To his surprise, the respondent wasn't human. Not the biggest surprise, really, considering that this was one of the mixed colleges out there, catering to both anthros and human beings, but usually they stayed somewhat apart out of mutual choice. Spencer hadn't expected an anthro to answer, let alone this one.

The orca standing in the doorway was something of a legend at this college. Vincent was THE big man on campus, with muscles that would make most jocks look like skinny little stick boys in comparison, and with a bulge in his pants that the girls gossiped over constantly. He was on each of the different sports teams - somehow managing to keep them all straight, though no one knew how - and found time to be on the school's slingshot team as well. He'd brought the college more than a few trophies, and, rumor had it, the school funded every one of his activities on the campus.

If Vincent was here to teach him some hypnosis, Spencer had a feeling that those rumors might be true, and despite a little stirring of nerves, he could only grin as the big orca sat down at the sole desk in the room.

"So, you're the one that wants to learn how to hypnotize people?" the orca asked, his voice smooth as silk and deep as the ocean. He had a grin on his face, too, and he chuckled. "Then again, who doesn't want that ability, huh?"

"Yeah, I really do," Spencer said with a nod of his head.

"Well, I'd like to ask you a few questions first, just to see what you already know," Vincent said. He shifted around in the chair, and Spencer heard the thump of a shoe hitting the floor. "Sorry, just getting comfortable, and I've been wearing these shoes all day. So cramped after a while, you know? Do you mind?"

"Not at all," the human said with a shake of his head. He smiled a bit, leaning forward, hands on his knees. "So, what do you need to know?"

The orca smiled, and leaned back as well. He kicked up his feet on the desk, right up in Spencer's face. The bare feet were just slightly slick with sweat, the little droplets standing out clearly on the smooth skin, black for the most part with some white along the bottom, though not quite dominating the bottom. The toes clenched as Vincent got comfortable, the skin near the toes wrinkling slightly from the movement.

He kept staring until one foot moved to the side, and he realized that Vincent was looking at him with a cocked eyebrow. "Spencer, do you know the answer?" he asked.

"Huh?" The human blinked, shaking his head a few times. "Sorry, did you ask one?"

"Yeah, I did," the orca said. "I asked, 'When you're hypnotizing someone, what is the first thing you need to do?'"

"Oh, that's easy. You have to make sure that they're relaxed," he said with a grin. "If they're tense, or trying to fight it, then they can't be hypnotized. Or at least, not very easily. They go in trance much better if they're relaxed first."

"Very good, very good." Vincent nodded his head in approval, and his toes flexed slightly at the same time. Spencer's eyes were drawn to them again, despite himself, and he blushed before looking away.

"Something wrong?" Vincent asked.

"Uh, no, no, just..."

Looking down at his feet, the orca chuckled a bit. "Are they distracting you?" he asked, gesturing at his feet.

"Just a bit, but it's no big deal," Spencer said. He continued to lean forward, though more to hide the reaction he was getting to those big feet. At this point, he was starting to think that he should have picked a different room. With the mirrors all around, he could see reflections of Vincent's feet everywhere, and so close to the locker room, his memory conjured up many different pairs of feet, ones he had seen during his classes down here.

It was one of many reasons that he wanted to learn hypnosis, in truth. With so many fetishes, and with a foot fetish at the top of the list, the human wanted to find ways to indulge himself. Learning hypnosis seemed to be the easiest way to do that. He hadn't thought that he would be met by his fetish in the process, though.

Vincent watched him, cocking his head to the side for a moment before shrugging. "Well, you're right at any rate. Now, what are the primary means for hypnotizing someone?"

"Well..." Spencer had to think for a moment. With the images in the mirrors moving every time he or Vincent so much as twitched, it was hard to really focus. Not so much stressful, just distracting. "Um...Usually swaying objects. Things that people have to watch and focus on for a while. Something that makes them pay more attention to the object and let the rest of their mind listen to the hypnotist...right?"

"Right," Vincent said with another nod, another smile. "By that theory, you could hypnotize anyone with anything, so long as they are focused on it. It's pretty easy to do, really; I've hypnotized some people by swaying my tail around just while I was walking and talking, though they have to be a little more suggestible for that," the orca admitted.

"Oh?" Spencer asked. "What other things have you hypnotized people with?"

"Lots of things."

"Can you tell me some?" he asked eagerly.

"Heh, you are eager, aren't you?" The orca chuckled, leaning his head back. His toes flicked up and down a few times, feet swaying side to side for a moment as he thought about it, and Spencer couldn't help but look as the orca thought about the question. They were so...so different, so big.

"Well," Vincent said, calling Spencer's attention away from his feet again. "I've hypnotized people with pens, a finger, with some sunglasses...." The list went on and on, and Spencer started to zone out a bit. The orca kept talking about the different methods, going so far as to count them off on his fingers, but it was hard for the human to keep his attention on the list when there was something else to pay attention to.

Despite how silly it was, Spencer couldn't look away from those big orca feet. The way that they shimmered a bit in the light; the way that the sweat drops slowly rolled down along the smooth flesh; the sheer size of the feet, at least a few inches bigger than his own feet; the curling and uncurling of the toes, and the way that the sole and arch wrinkled when the toes moved. Especially the way that the sole wrinkled up with the curling and uncurling of the toes.

His eyes glued to them, Spencer slowly registered that Vincent had reached the end of his list, and was talking about something else. His voice was coming from a distance, quiet, but just audible.

"I guess I should have told you at the start that feet were something I had hypnotized someone with before, but that would have given away the secret, wouldn't it?" Vincent's soft, smooth voice whispered in his ears, the toes dancing in a single long line, the pinkie toe bending, then the one next to it, all down the line. The big toe flexed, and then as the pinkie started going up again, the toes on the other foot started bending down, starting at the big toe and going all the way down to the little one. "You were always so obvious, Spencer; always staring at feet in the locker room, always looking away when you thought that you might get caught. But you were caught long ago.

"Don't worry, nobody is mad at you. We just wish you had told us a long time ago, and maybe we might have indulged you before then. But now...now, you're going to get what you like whether you're ready or not."

Despite what Vincent was saying, Spencer couldn't feel any worry, any fear. In fact, if he felt anything, it was arousal, a bit of tightness forming in his pants as he continued to stare at those wrinkled soles. A slight sweat drop slid over them, catching the light in a most fascinating way before continuing on.

"Yes, you can't look away from my feet...can't stop staring at them. Do you know why?"

Spencer found himself shaking his head ever so slightly at the question, his eyes staring straight ahead.

"The last time we were both in the locker room, I left a little suggestion in your mind. A little trigger." The orca shifted his feet slightly, and Spencer couldn't help but follow them, his eyes and head following them around. "Yes, such a good human. You see, I hypnotized you in the locker room. Walking back and forth, letting you stare at the feet you love so much, whispering in your ears every time I passed by. I planted the suggestion in your head to search out hypnosis. I put it in your head to find a mentor. And I put a much stronger foot fetish in your head. Not that I needed to do much; you already had a big, big foot fetish.

"But you see, while you've been staring, I've lulled you into a full trance, a full, suggestible state. And from here on out, what I say is going to affect your life until you can overcome the suggestions. Not that you'll complain; I know you too well to think that you'd complain about this.

"First, Spencer, you will fall into this state whenever someone points their feet towards you. Just seeing the tops will do nothing for you. You won't even think twice about it. But if you see the undersides of someone's feet, you will go into trance, and you will do anything they tell you. You will remain in this state until they tell you to come out of it, or until one hour has passed."

Spencer groaned softly at that, but felt the tightness in his pants get worse, felt the hardness contained inside get worse.

"Get out of your clothes, human; you're not going to need them in a few minutes."

Spencer slowly stood up, undoing his jeans and pulling them down. He kicked off his shoes, just as the orca had done earlier, and took off his shirt. The buttons came undone quickly, and it fell to the floor a second later. Then it was just his underwear.

He hesitated for a moment, but slowly pulled them down as well, casting them aside before sitting down, the pressure of his clothes gone, his hard-on freed.

The orca chuckled at him, smiling at him between those big feet. "Such a small little thing," Vincent said with a shake of his head. "You'll learn just how small you are soon.

"But back to the commands. Second, you will become aroused the moment that you see bare feet, so hard that you feel like you could cum at any moment. You will feel the throbbing through your cock like the slightest touch will make you cum, will make you spurt, will make you orgasm."

The human moaned as he felt his cock harden, just like the orca described. It twitched several times, and he could feel it pulsing. Pre leaked from the tip, and he almost hurt from how hard it was. The thought to touch his cock simply didn't enter his mind, though; all he wanted to do was keep staring at the orca's feet.

"No matter how much you want to cum, though, you won't," the orca said with a grin. "Not unless you're told. And even then, you have to let someone else push you over the edge. Otherwise, you can't cum until you leave your trance. When you have left your trance, you will be able to orgasm again.

"And finally, in this trance, you are completely submissive. No matter what people tell you, no matter how you act when you're not in trance, you are fully submissive in trance. Do you understand?"

Unable to speak, Spencer could only nod, his head moving up and down a few times.

"Alright," Vincent said. He smiled as he stood up, his feet slipping out of sight, and nodded in approval as the human didn't show signs of awareness, true to the command.

Spencer could only watch as Vincent walked to the door and waved to some people out of sight, calling them in. One by one, other males walked into the small office, each one naked, each one barefoot. There was a stallion, one of the few out there with feet instead of hooves; there was an elephant, chubby but strong, and as sweaty as if he had run a marathon just seconds ago; a raccoon, one of his classmates, and one he had fantasized about getting to lick his feet, big and curvy with a butt that just wouldn't quit and big ball bulges in the front of his pants; and an owl, white feathered with a few lightning marks in his feathers. All of them walked over to the desk, taking various chairs and putting their feet up on the desk.

The raccoon looked over at the orca, chuckling. "This was a great idea, wasn't it, Vincent?"

"It really was, Angelo," the orca said. "Thanks for suggesting it."

The raccoon turned to him, wiggling his toes. "Now, foot slave, get over here; my feet need worship, and so do all the rest of these guys."

Nodding his head, the human slowly got out of the chair, entranced by the many pairs of feet, each one special in their own way, each one deserving of his tongue for worship and licking. His cock throbbed eagerly as he sat down, getting to work.

Later, he would wake up without his clothes, clueless of what had happened that hour, and later still he would find out what happened. But for now, he just licked along the bottoms of their feet with a wide smile on his face, a human serving his natural role in life among the superior anthros.