The doctor who had a foot fetish
Few people discover early in life what they like and remain faithful to their preferences throughout their lives. Most people get lost in a world of possibilities during the long years of childhood, adolescence and youth, and end up choosing to imitate their friends and colleagues in everything, under the false illusion that this will make it easier for them to be accepted as part of the group. Artur was only a few months old and still sleeping in his crib, but he was already part of this select group of those who know.
On cool fall mornings and afternoons, just after feeding time, Arthur would spend long hours looking through the bars of his crib to see what was going on in his room. His mother often complained to her acquaintances about this child, who slept so little that it left her no free time to go and look after her own interests. But Artur's eyes, far from wandering around the room and the colorful mobiles that hung in the air above the bed, focused on his mother's feet. Delfina Laura had no friends or hobbies to occupy her time. She preferred to devote all her attention to beautifying her feet. So she would spend long hours sitting in the armchair in Artur's room, soaking her feet in a basin of warm water and salts, applying pumice stone to the calluses, removing the cuticle, filing her nails, applying perfumed oils to her skin and finally painting her nails with bright red nail polish. Always the same color. Artur followed the whole liturgy in silence so as not to disturb her.
Delfina Laura's grooming ritual was only disturbed on Wednesdays by the arrival of the podiatrist, who came to see her at home. During the entire hour dedicated to this service, Artur would cry at the top of his lungs, abandoned in his room, with the door tightly closed so that his crying wouldn't disturb the guest. At the end of the hour, as soon as the street door closed, Arthur saw his mother come back smiling, her hair loose over her shoulders and her toenails smeared with paint. She then took her usual place in the armchair and, whistling quietly, tried to remove the still fresh polish from her nails.
Artur grew up lonely. He was an imaginative boy who always played alone. The adults never knew what he was doing. Sometimes someone would find him hiding in his mother's closet, where he had developed a habit of sniffing and licking her high-heeled sandals, especially a silver one with very thin straps. His obsession with his mother's feet lasted until his teenage years, when her feet began to be deformed by the appearance of bunions. The shock and grief caused by this transformation made Artur think for the first time about becoming an orthopedic doctor with a specialty in foot surgery.
Little by little, his gaze began to turn to his female classmates. However, given his shyness and fixed gaze, they viewed him with suspicion. He soon discovered that his passion for feet had a name and surname, Podilatra cultor, his Latin teacher had taught him. In return for this important information, he worked hard in his Latin classes to come up with an elegant phrase that would define his life's motto: Valor feminae pulchritudine pedum mensurator. A woman's value is measured by the beauty of her feet. From then on, he would no longer waste his time on everything that didn't matter to him. He was only interested in what lay below the line of women's ankles
At the age of thirty, he completed his specialization in foot surgery without much merit and, soon afterwards, moved to a small town in the countryside where he began to practice. The nurses and secretaries at the town's hospital soon discovered this shy doctor with a foot fetish. Soon, with his encouragement, they set up an informal competition to choose the most beautiful feet in the hospital. They were all eager to take part in this contest, in the hope of winning over that solitary hunk.
At the age of 35, he got engaged to Marieta, an unattractive girl who had the most beautiful feet he had ever had the pleasure of examining. However, the engagement dragged on for three long years without the groom showing any interest in Marieta's other attributes. A fiery girl, she ended up losing patience and her head for another boy, and the engagement had to be broken off.
Soon after starting work, he had already established a routine. After a quick consultation, in which he would simply take a photo of the patient's feet and examine the X-rays, he would ask them to make an appointment for surgery with his secretary. However, rumors began to spread in the city that he didn't always carry out the agreed procedure in his office and that the results of the surgeries were often poor. Soon 56 lawsuits were filed against him. His lawyers blamed him for his impetuous behavior in the operating room, as well as his failure to record the diagnosis and the surgery schedule.
To escape prison and the very high financial compensation that would have to be paid to the victims for the damage he caused, Artur decided to change his name and move to another city. With the little money he had been able to accumulate in those years working as a surgeon, Artur bought a small shoe shop. Finally free from the torturous sight of those deformed feet, he became a fulfilled man: he spent his days kneeling at the feet of his clients, helping them choose the sexiest pair of shoes. Nothing could be better in this world!
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