Mels trilogy part 1
Melanie was a girl of 18 years, she came from a good family and knew it. She also knew
she had style and good looks. And that neither boy nor girl ever resisted a look out of
her cool green eyes, given from under the fringe of her short darkblond hair. She tended
to look at the world as her oyster and was quite sure that it was completely below her to
break the shell herself. She was mildly arrogant and leader of the hockey team. To stay in
shape she went to the gym quite regularly, and one day, after a very long workout. She had
that unpleasant moist feeling insider her worn trainers that made her feel unpleasant ,
and as it hadn’t been her day all along, she wasn’t in a good mood.
She went to the change room to get her shower stuff out. As she opened the door the air
was stuffy and smelled of sweat, and old clothes. She cursed in her thoughts and walked
on. There were only two women in the room and just as she walked by them one of them
pulled of her shoes, and a waft of rank smell washed over Melanie. She gasped and turned
with all the vanity of her green eyes. “Gods, some people should really wash their
feet more often.” The woman looked up at her. She was about 10 years older then Mel
and looked like she’d spent all that 10 years in the gym. Her body was soft flowing
curves, and playing muscles. Her friend had long dark hair, dark eyes and her lips curled
in a thoughtful grin. “Well.. “ the first woman said “you’re surely
not smelling of roses yourself, so just follow our example and get ready to have a shower
and you’ll be smelling much better air soon.”
with that she looked back down to her feet and pulled her socks off. They very visibly
damp!
“I’m not sure I want to be in the same shower with your stinking feet!”
Melanie snapped.
The woman got up. “Beg pardon?”
“You’re feet are so disgusting they...” Melanie, although having a bad day
realised the looks on their faces. But too late.
The taller woman grabbed Melanie around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides and
easily lifted her off the floor, squeezing all the breath out of Melanies lounges. The
young girl was so surprised she didn’t even scream. Eve smiled. She could see the
surprise on Melanies face, and how the strong arms of her friend slung around the
squirming girl squeezing harder until the squirming started to subside. “You carry
your nose quite high, lil bitch.” She stepped onto the bench before them, watching as
her friend turned, bringing the struggling girl directly in front of her. “Lets see
if you can get it high enough” With that she thrust out her foot bringing it so close
to Mels face that she could feel the warmth of the girls cheeks against it. Melanies
winced, the foot was big and actually neatly shaped, but she could feel the humidity of
its sweat, like it would already be touching her skin, and the smell of sweat mingled with
the cheesy scent and a hint of dust off the floor. Her eyes grew wide, she caught a
glimpse of Eves face. And in the very moment she opened her mouth to hiss a suiting
remark, the brown haired woman pushed her heel right into Mels mouth. Melanie gasped, or
at least tried to gasp, the big foot sealed her mouth, keeping it painfully open, her
tongue moving as she moaned touched the dirty, humid skin and a taste of vinegar and
rancid sweat caused her to jerk, in an effort to get away. She heard Clarissa breath
behind her, felt the breath on her shoulder as the athletic woman shifted her grip and
tightened it again, leaning forward to force Mels face closer towards and into the
outstretched stinking foot. Eve clamped her toes around Melanies nose leaving her
breathless for a moment, watching the green eyes beg in desperation, then flexed her toes.
Melanie took a desperate deep breath her nose still between Eves toes, she felt the
foot-scruff tickle her nostrils and the stench was so incredible she felt her eyes water.
The huge foot moved around rubbing all over her face leaving a trail of slimy sweat and
lingering odour. Eve changed legs and turned, then she plastered her foot right over the
girls eyes, leaving her in a ranking, steaming shadow, then she clenched her toes and
raked her neatly pedicured nails slowly down over Mels face, rubbing her sour stinking
sweat over the girls lips and cheeks.. then pressing her foot up against her nose. “Yes,
that’s right, smell it girl, smell it real good. So next time you’ll know what
you’re talking about.”
She set down on the bench flexing her muscular legs, while the light reflected in the
glistening sweatiness of her arced feet. “So you think yours smell so much sweeter do
you?” With that Eve reached out and grabbed Mels ankles, tearing at the laces and
yanking the trainers of her feet. “Gods I bet you can smell that from here” She
got up and pressed the opening of the trainer over Melanies mouth and nose. “You
smell that girl?” Melanie felt sick, the strong odour of the womans stinking feet
still lingered in all her senses. And to her horror the vinegary mixed with well worn
canvas and moist rubber smell that slowly replaced it was her own. She felt her cheeks
burn with shame, as her body shuddered with the touch of the wet inlay on her nose. Eve
put a hand on the back of her head and pressed her face deeply into the reeking shoe. The
canvas of the shoe pressed flat against Mels face, her lips felt sore under the pressure
of the rough cloth and every wheezing breath she took, filled her lounges with the odour
of her own cheesy feet. She gave up struggling and hung limp in the strong arms of Eves
friend. Clarissa wrestled the girl down to her knees, as soon as Eve removed the shoe from
Mels face, then Clarissa squatted down on the white socked moist feet of the younger girl
and squeezed her against her hard body leaning over forcing the girls face closer to the
floor. Eve kicked her gym bag under Mels face and opened the zip. “Wanna know what
really stinks? You obviously enjoy sticking your nose into other peoples things so I’ll
let you find out your way” She pulled the bag open and Clarissa forced Mels face down
into the opening of the gym bag. The stench hit Melanie like a wall. Used, re-worn, old
and fresh socks, the most recent still sweaty and damp were piled up in the bag. Obviously
both women used that bag for their dirty clothes and now they were pressing Mels head deep
into the bag. Mel struggled and squirmed and tried to kick, but to no avail, her nose was
soon pushed into the softly damp collection of stinking well stained fabric. Her face was
covered with socks, even in the bad light she could see the yellow stains of sweat on some
of them and the lines of foot scum. some where turned inside out and pressing against her
cheeks and lips. She tried to take a breath through her mouth but her face was pushed down
and one sock nearly was pushed into her mouth. Her tongue still numb with sour taste and
shock, she closed it and took desperate, wheezing breaths through her nose. She heard the
comments of the women like from far away and her head began to spin. Her skin crawled her
lounges seemed to burn and to her embarrassment she started to whimper.
Breath after breath of stinking air, made her eyes haze and her skin felt like it was
soaked in sweaty slime. When she already thought she’d faint her head was yanked out
of the bag. The light and the sharp ‘fresher’ air came like a shock and she saw
the determined smile on Eves face. “Here let me pick you a treat girl” She
reached into the bag and picked up what must have been today’s pair of socks. “It
felt like we took hours in the gym today didn’t it? My feet were swimming in my
shoes:”
“And mine..” said a voice behind Mel “were dirty to start with.”
Clarissas hand came around holding another pair of fluffy socks clasping them over
Melanies face and nose pressing tightly. If Mel had thought Eves feet were stinking She
hadnt known how bad it could get. The sheer force of Clarissas grasp caused her to gasp.
And the ranking stench of the sock made her nose curl. Her nose seemed to refuse to
breathe it. The stench was so thick she felt it like flowing through her nostrils. The
sock was so damp it left glistening traces on her face, she seemed to breathe reeking,
cheesy steam. Her mouth opened and gave a begging sound. But Eve just shoved the socks she
held into it. Eve gave up. She mmphed around the pair of damp, well soiled socks.. her
gums and tongue turning numb with the intense sour flavour. Not daring to swallow or moan,
Every breath stinking of locker room, sweat and something like the smell of sex. She
struggled briefly and in vain against Clarissas strong grasp, and passed out.
When she came around again she was laying stretched out on the cold dirty floor of the
room. Clarissa and Eve were sitting on the bench beside her, their bare feet plastered all
over her face. Moving from time to time shifting place. “Good morning. Had a nice
dream?” Clarissa mocked.
“Well we have to go now but we decided to leave you with a present.” Melanie
tried to get up, but Clarissas feet pushed her head down to the floor. Her toes closing
around her nose. Mel struggled as a far too well known smell accompanied every breath.
Much lighter this time. Eve got up and sat on Mels legs pulling her socks of her feet
passing them to Clarissa then Melanies ankle was gripped in a strong hand and something
cool and moist touched her toes. “No” she spat, regretting it the instant
Clarissas heel dug deep into her mouth, the rough skin stretching her sore lips. While Eve
pulled her stinking gym socks carefully over Melanies feet. Mel felt her skin crawl at the
cool slimy touch. then her hands were grabbed and one of Clarissas damp fluffy sock were
pulled over them the visible lines of scum stretched over her hand. Clarissa used the
second sock to mildly tie Mels wrists then let go of her with a despising grin. Eve lifted
Melanie off the floor and dragged her over to the lockers leaning her against the corner.
Then they tied Melanies own socks, fresh off her feet around her face. One over her mouth,
the other over her nose, making sure that the inside of the soles was directly over her
nostrils. Eve lifted the girls chin up in her hand and grinned. “Well, bye then.. oh
and by the way” she grinned at her companion “You stink of dirty feet, girl”
Clarissa spat a giggle and they left.
It was some time until Melanie managed through the fog of smell around her, to overcome
her embarrassment and free herself. But the stink of their feet, clung to her body all the
way home.
Mels trilogy part 2
Mels revenge
Melanie was waiting in front of a disused conference room in the west wing of the campus.
Her green eyes were cold bright with determination. She wanted revenge ever since that
dreadful evening in the locker room. It had taken days until the alluring smell of the two
women’s feet had been washed out of her skin. And the memory of their feet all over
her face still lingered in her mind.
She had planned this well. She had found out that one of the women was attending an
evening class. She had washed and kept their stinky socks and put some well placed effort
in enticing one of her class-mates, whom she knew fancied her, into introducing her to a
certain Natascha. Who was rumoured not only to be that same girls Mistress, but also
skilled in various ways of alchemy and witchcraft. It cost her a lot of eloquence and the
agreement that she owed Natascha a favour. (At which the witch had smiled in a most
unassuring way...) to get a little flask with a clear liquid of an intense musky, vinegary
scent, that was supposed to give her control over another persons mind. Melanie had
stepped into the conference room, checking that it was empty as usual, she had soaked the
fiendish woman’s socks in the potion and kept them in a plastic bag inside her
pocket. Now she waited. The bell came, and doors opened, people streamed past. Melanie
scanned the crowd and soon she’d spotted a tall broad shouldered woman with long
curly hair and a flat, hard looking stomach under a short button up shirt. “Clarissa..?”
Melanie smiled sweetly. “Would you have a minute? I’ve got something I want to
return to you.” Clarissa stopped next the to smaller, younger woman. Her smile was
tight. “I don’t think you did get anything that wasn’t yours, girl.”
“But...” Melanies hand slid into her pocket. “Surely you wouldn’t want
me to hand you these...” she half pulled out the socks “.. in public?”
Clarissa grimaced as Melanie opened the door but followed her in. Melanie closed the door
leaning against it. “Here..”, she snapped, her voice suddenly cold. “Here’s
those disgusting socks of yours back!” She pushed the socks into Clarissas face.
Clasping a hand against the back of the other woman’s head, pressing her hand with
all might over Clarissas mouth and nose. Clarissa struggled in surprise, she pushed and
shoved, and soon the stronger woman broke Melanies grip, pushing her back against the
door. “you bitch!” Melanie was unsure.. did it work? Had it been long enough?
She mumbled the words Natascha had told her, softly under her breath, then said with a
firm voice “Sit down Clarissa.” Clarissa stared at her in disbelief, but then..
with a peculiar hesitation.. sat down.
Melanie smiled. Her revenge would be sweet. She walked over to the dark haired woman,
turned her chair towards herself and put her foot sharply on the seat between Clarissas
legs. She looked firmly down at her former tormentor and with a wicked grin, removed her
shoes. “So you think my feet smell?”, she said. She grabbed a handful of dark
curls and pulled Clarissas head back, thrusting her shoe into Clarissas face. Forcing the
unresisting woman to take deep breaths of her well scented trainers. “Get a good
whiff... allright.”, she mumbled her voice trembling with anger. Then she relaxed, as
a feeling of control and getting even ran all over her. She put her shoe down on the desk
in front of Clarissa and pushed the woman’s head down over them, her face against the
shoe. Mel had selected her oldest pair of trainers, and she had worn them for running, for
endless shopping hours, in the gym, leaving her sweaty socks stuffed inside them over
night, keeping them inside a sealed plastic bag to make sure they would not air out at
all. Right now, fresh of her feet the smell was so intense her own nose wrinkled as she
stood over Clarissa pushing her down into them. She felt Clarissa struggle very lightly,
but it was easy to keep her face against the show. Melanie took Calarissas sock out of her
pocket again, and opened the little flask she had obtained from the witch. She poured
about half of the remaining liquid onto the sock leaving it well soaked, then yanked
Clarissas head up pushing the sock into the woman’s face. As she rubbed it all over
her face the sock left a damp trail behind it. Mel put one foot on the chair, then stepped
up onto it, her knees forcing Clarissas head way back. Mel took the sock into both hands
and wringed it. Little clear drops of smelling liquid dripping from the fabric onto
Clarissas mouth and face. Melanie smiled and felt a rising heat inside her that she had
not expected. She pressed the damp sock over Clarissas nose and pushed her palm hard
against and inside the woman’s mouth.. blocking it, making sure Clarissa had to
breathe through her nose, and through the sock. Then Mel dropped the sock, turned and
kneeled on the table, holding Clarissas hair with one hand, behind her back. She moved
forward in inches until her feet were resting, bottoms up on the table right before
Clarissa. Then she pulled the, now unresisting woman’s face down onto her feet,
pressing lips, nose, mouth, cheeks, the whole face against her soles. She imagined the
feel of her socks on Clarissas face. Imagined the greyish, once white fabric with the
little yellowish stains from weeks or repeated wear. Imagined the scent.. damp, warm... so
strong and heavy it was really a stink. Then she sat back carefully, forcing Clarissas
face harder against her stockinged feet with her ass on the back of Clarissas head, using
part of her weight to push her in good. She felt the breath through her socks, the hot
tickling, wonderful sensation of Clarissa smelling her feet, of her lips pressing against
the damp socks. After a few minutes she got up, stepped off the table and dragged Clarissa
behind her to the floor. She stretched the athletic woman to her full length and rolled
her over onto her stomach. Then Mel knelt down over Clarissa, her feet stretched out
behind her towards the woman’s face, she pulled her socks off, pushed her feet in
under Clarissas face, pulling her head up with one hand and positioning it right against
both of her naked, smelly soles. Clarissa gave a grunt as Mel sat back, her weight fully
on Clarissas upper back this time, pushing her face mercilessly against the moist, cheesy
and sour smelling feet. Mel rocked and bounced lightly on Clarissas back, smiling as she
felt the other woman’s lips, split and rub against her naked soles, she flexed her
toes and grind, and rubbed them against Clarissas face, leaving traces of slimy moisture
footscruff and little scratches from her well polished but badly smelling toes behind.
After a while Melanie grabbed Clarissas feet, lifted them one by one, idly unlacing
Clarissas ankle-high boots, sliding them off her feet, exposing the tan coloured back of
two nylon-stockinged feet. As the smell of the feet hit her, Mels nose wrinkled and her
eyes closed involuntarily, with the memory of that too well-known smell. She grabbed her
own shed socks and pulled them smilingly over Clarissas feet, feeling the muscles in
Clarissas well defined legs twitch at the cool touch of dampness. “There you go..”,
Mel grinned, “..my socks smell only half as bad as your feet.” As she was just
about to let go of the feet, she cought a waft of her own stinking socks, and for one
moment she hesitated.. she sniffed again. Then she shook off the tingling feeling and put
Clarissas shoes back on her feet, grinding her hips against Clarissas back forcing her
face to rub against her naked smelling feet, lips dragging over the sensitive skin. After
a while Clarissa started to moan and move... The spell was about to wear off... Melanie
got up, rolled the still stunned and dazed woman over onto her back, using her feet.
Smiled down at her wickedly and run her toes, almost lovingly across Clarissas face. She
pinched Clarissas nose playfully with her toes, slide and flexed them around the nose
giving Clarissa a good sniff of the intense smell in between them. Then she picked up her
trainers, dropped them into a trash-bin on her way out, closed the door carefully.. and
started her walk home barefoot, to give her feet some air.. smiling a very satisfied
smile...
Mels trilogy part 2
Nataschas request
Melanie smiled at the dark haired woman and placed her black socked heel against the
lying womans mouth. She knew if her socks hadn’t been black they would have shown
signs of well extended wear. Those salty yellow lines you get in light colours, and a bit
of blue fluff, crumbs rubbed off of her buffalow shoes. That she had worn decidedly in the
hot weather. The face that was framed by lots of curly hair, wrinkled at the contact with
her damp, and well soaked socks. Mel added pressure and felt the lips part.. then felt her
heel slide gently in between them... then she woke!
She sat up in her bed and looked at the clock, the green letters read 2 am, she grabbed
the glass of cold water on her bedside-table and freed her feet from the tangled sheets.
Her thighs felt sweaty against eachother under her nightie, and there was other moisture
too. Mel was confused. She’d had dreams like that before. Ever since that day when
she had taken her revenge over one of that dreadful women. In theory, she was appalled by
what she’d dreamed, but in the darkness of her room... under her sheets... her busy
hands knew that she’d been excited too. The paying back felt nice.
She leaned back and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes until the little
shivers that ran over her body had ebbed away. Then she turned and looked at the half
emptied flask on her table.
A clear liquid, which as she knew smelled a bit of sweaty feet and something else. She had
used the first half of that potion to gain her revenge over Clarissa, and right now she
had no plan on how to use the rest, nor did she feel desire to use it. She jumped as the
phone rang. Who’d call that early in the morning? She picked it up: ‘Hello?’
‘It’s me Natascha. I’ve just been thinking of you Mel, and of the favour
that you owe me.’ Natascha was a close relation of one of Melanies school friends,
who had told her that Natascha would deal
in witchcraft. So Mel had visited Natascha and talked her into aiding her vengeful plans
by giving her that potion. They had agreed that Mel would not need to pay the witch in
money, but she would have to return a favour at a point. Right now Mel could not get the
weird smile in the witches face, at this said agreement, out of her mind. ‘So I
thought, as you are up anyway, why shouldn’t I call...’, Natascha spoke into
Mels silence, ‘..and let you know that I could really need your help tomorrow
afternoon. And I’d say, if you could manage that we’re even.’ Mel shook the
memory of the smile off, and said ‘Sure. I’ll be there by 4’. After she put
the receiver down she turned over in her bed and fell asleep.
It wasn’t until noon the next day that she started wondering, how Natascha had known
she’d been awake. At 3 minutes to 4, Melanie arrived at Nataschas door.
Natascha opened the door, dressed in a light summerdress, her feet stuck in white
platforms and she was wearing no socks. Her fingernails shone in neat silver and her eyes
roamed all over Melanie.
Mel was relieved to see that her friend from Uni, Kathrin by name, was there as well.
Kathrin was sitting on the couch, wearing a light top and tan shorts, her feet were bare
and neat. She smiled at Melanie. Soon they were all sitting down and after some initial
small-talk Natascha told Mel what she expected her to do.. ‘Would you take your shoes
off for me?’ Melanie looked in surprise. ‘What?!’ Natascha lifted her leg
and placed the tip of her shoe on the edge of Melanies chair, right in between her thighs.
Mel tried to edge away. Natascha smiled mildly. She set the tip of her other shoe against
the heel of the first one and pushed it off. The shoe landed on the carpet with a soft
thud, then Nataschas foot lifted off the edge of the seat. Her toenails were painted in
immaculate silver and stood in luscious contrast to the softly tanned skin of her foot,
which had that soft musky damp look to them through the fine net of her nude nylon
stockings. She arched her foot, spliced her toes and pushed her heel in between Melanies
legs. Melanie could feel the warm skin through the nylons as the foot pressed determinedly
against her crotch. Melanie was flustered, and Natascha noting this smiled at her.
‘It’s nice isn’t it? If you are honest?’ She clenched her toes,
clawing softly at Melanies pubic mound under her thin bell-bottom slacks. ‘You’re
going to be my slave for the remaining afternoon.. and we are even. Just worship my feet,
give them a licking, sniff them.. clean them.. that’s all I ask.’ She smiled in
a way that suggested the many additional things she could have asked for. Melanie felt her
body tingle with the undertone in Nataschas voice. She was confused, embarrassed, half
charmed. She grabbed Nataschas foot with both hands and pushed it off the seat, Natascha
looked at her in mild amusement and made a strange gesture with her hand. As Melanie got
up her head felt dizzy. She raised her hand to her temples, her fingers smelled of
Nataschas feet. She noticed it only faintly at first, something at the edge of perception,
that made her sniff again, then she was sure it came from her hands. They smelled of
sweat.. a mixture of leather, warmth, and sweat.. there were hints of salt that made her
think of ocean water, she licked her lips.. and of sweat. There was a hint of sour too..
close to vinegar but different. As her mind still analysed the smell seemed to grow
stronger. It got so intense that she couldn’t bear it any longer. Her hands were
reeking of Nataschas sweaty feet. She hurriedly hid them behind her back, drawing in a
gasp of fresh breath. Natascha giggled. ‘After all the potion did work didn’t
it?’ Melanie, with the smell still faintly lingering around her looked at her and
said. ‘Well yes it did. But being your slave’, she spat the word, her usual
arrogance slowly coming back, ‘don’t you think that’s asking a bit much! I
mean it was just one potion after all. And I didn’t even use all of it.’ She
took the half empty bottle from her bag and put it on the table. Natascha looked at her,
her face gentle but serious. ‘Well if you think it’s asking too much, then I
wont ask you again girl.’ She nodded at the door. Melanie nodded and walked sternly
for the door. Behind her back Natascha winked at Kathrin. ‘I said I wont ask you to
do it. But I didn’t say I wouldn’t make you do it all the same.’ She
gestured towards the door which slammed shut. Melanie whirred around, only to see Natascha
draw a symbol in the air towards her and suddenly a blur of green swarmed all around her.
Various creepers that were peacefully growing in several pots around the room had grown to
amazing lengths snaking and stretching, creeping around Melanies ankles, up her legs until
the ends pulled tightly digging into the tender skin of her smooth thighs. They slung
around her elbows and wrists, pulled tight around her upper body squeezing her tender
breasts, and soon, Melanie was lying on the floor, spread, and unable to move.
Kathrin had got to her feet and hurried towards Mel, kneeling down beside her with a
devoted smile on her face. While Melanie still struggled, Kathrin started to unlace her
shoes. ‘What are you doing..? Kathrin help me out of here!’ Natascha walked up
to Melanie smiling down at the girl on the floor. She gingerly lifted one foot off the
ground and brought it over Melanies face, the nylon clad sole hovering, at a tongues
length away from her face. ‘Lick it.’ Natascha commanded. Melanie stared at the
foot, the nylon was shiny with dampness and her nose wrinkled with that same smell that
she had had on her hands. Natascha moved her foot closer but Mel turned her head away.
Natascha slapped her lightly with the ball of her feet then pressed the tip of her foot
down on Melanies mouth, clenching her toes, forcing them in between Mels lips, pulling her
head back straight then sliding the foot full length over her face. Melanie felt the nylon
stockings rub over her face and caught the smile on Nataschas face as she peeked through
between her toes. ‘Oh Do you mind the stockings..? Hihi’
She whispered something and placed the tip of her index finger on her knee. At once her
whole leg seemed to glow, Melanie saw and felt the stocking melt away and leaving lots of
salty little drops of sweat all over feet and legs. A heavy and strong scent of cheese and
sour embalmed Mel at once. ‘Mmh.. feels warm.’ Natascha said and started to rub
her now wet feet all over Melanies face. Melanie tasted the sweat on her lips, the pungent
smell stinging in her nose. ‘Noo... let me...’
Nataschas toes slid between Mels lips, then Natascha pushed. ‘Mmmhp’ Mel
struggled in vain, Nataschas stinking foot was stuffed into her mouth up to the knuckles
and she couldn’t even moan, she couldn’t breathe either, except through her
nose, and with every breath she took Nataschas footsmell burned more intensely in her nose
and lungs. She felt the cool of air on her face where the sweaty foot had coated it with
its cheesy slime. “You’re not doing very good girl.” Natascha said. “But
you will do.” She smiled. Natascha waved her hands over Melanie. Instantly Mels feet
became hot, she felt the sweat built on her feet. Natascha smiled down at her. Kathrin put
her hands on Melanies feet. squeezing them gently. “Her socks are soaked Mistress.”
Natascha nodded and smiled. She traced Melanies lips with her toes then placed her soles
sideways over Mels mouth, moving it back and forth. Melanie pressed her lips together but
she couldn’t help picking up the scent of Nataschas feet.
She snapped her fingers and the plants that held Melanie fell of her and vanished. Melanie
tried to get up but Natascha quickly straddled her, holding her down firmly. She smiled at
her. “Now Kathrin”
Kathrin started to peel Melanies sweat-soaked socks off. Melanie was embarrassingly aware
of her sweaty, feet and dripping socks. Kathrin folded the socks so that the tip of them
was on the bottom and brought them close to Melanies face. Mels eyes went wide, she’d
never known her feet to smell that bad, but the first waft of the stinking pungent smell
caused her to gasp. Natascha laughed. “Hihi.. do you like my little magic? I made
your feet sweat real bad and intensified the odour. Yess.. she hissed moving closer to
Mels face. “You stink girl.” She moved away and smiled at Kathrin who pressed
the rancid sock securely over Mels mouth and nose. Mel jerked. The wet warm fabric pressed
down hard on her face. The enhanced smell of her own feet made her gag. She shook her head
trying to free herself but Kathrin pressed the sock only harder down on her mouth. Mel
felt a few drops of her footsweat drop out of the squashed sock and run down her cheek.
Her nose wrinkled and burned with the strong cheesy smell. Her eyes watered as Kathrin
pushed the sock harder up against her nose. Mel held her breath, every breath of vinegary
sweat threatened to turn her stomach. and Kathrins hand pressed down so hard her lips were
already sore against her teeth. She felt reeking cooling sweat coat her lips and run down
between them. She closed her eyes and took a breath. As she sucked in the air felt heavy
like syrup, every of her senses was filled with sweat, with the smell of feet, with sour,
cheesy odour. “Aren’t you excited? whispered Natascha close to her ear. “I
am, its the first time I am trying this spell.” Mels eyes opened. Spell? She heard
Natascha breath in deeply. Melanie couldn’t believe it Natascha did actually,
voluntarily sniff her toes. “Mmmh....”, said Natascha. Mel fought, she tried to
shake Natascha off, but it was in vain. “I could use my potion on you or a charm of
my choice. I could put you under spell with the scent of my feet and make you follow my
every command just to be close to them”, she giggled. Melanie tried to scream but the
only effect of it was that the sock got inside her mouth and the taste of her feet made
her tongue go numb, she clenched her lips with the shock and squeezed a few drops of
sour-cheesy sweat out of the sock. The rancid flavour nearly made her gag. Her lounges
burned with the stench of the sock. “But I will do something a little more
interesting than that. You will be controlled by the smell of your own feet.” Mels
skin seemed to tingle with the touch of the reeking sock and her eyes started to haze.
“Whenever you pick up the scent of your feet you will be melting with desire. You’ll
want to smell them more, You’ll want to feel them all over you.” Melanie bucked
and tried in vain to get free, she took another deep breath of heavy sweaty stench, and
fell into darkness while Natascha still chanted.
Melanie woke with a start. Something cold and wet had dropped into her face. It stank! She
grabbed the sock quickly and sat up. It took her a short moment to remember what happened
and she found herself still in Nataschas flat, stretched out on the carpet. She dropped
her still damp sock and got up quickly. She grabbed her shoes, her bag and went for the
door, but as she grabbed the doorknob, a prick of static electricity burned her finger.
She cursed silently and sucked her finger. It tasted of something familiar. She hesitated.
Then she smelled the heavy cheesy smell of her feet, on her hand. Where she had been
holding her stinking sock. She lowered her hand made a face and went for the door as she
moved she felt her panties wet against her skin. She stopped. It couldn’t be? She
raised her hand to her head in thought. There was that smell again. At first it smelled
sour and disgusting but then it made her feel nice and warm. There was a sweetness in the
vinegary odour. She felt her heat pulse. Her skin started to tingle and with every further
breath the longing and desire increased inside her body. Her tongue unconsciously licked
her palm. As she noticed it her cheeks glowed with a blush as well as with sexual desire.
She put both hands over her face and inhaled deeply, the heavy scent burned in her nose,
she pressed her thighs together. She needed to get out, and then, maybe at home she
could.. if only.. She turned, the sock was still there on the floor. She walked over to it
and picked it up. Okay she thought.. now... As she’d bent down the smell of the sock
had caressed her face, and only now it had ceased. But she wanted more. She raised the
sock to her face and pressed it against her nose. She took a deep breath. Yes. With every
breath she took the warmth between her thighs increased, the tingling sensation became a
throb, and she was now sure why her panties felt wet.
“Aah.. I love success.” Melanie turned, Natascha and Kathrin were sitting on the
couch. “So if you still want to leave us, you may go, but I’ll have this, as a
token for my effort with the potion.” She snapped her fingers and the sock shot out
of Melanies hand and flew towards Natascha who caught it.
“You may go now.” She said and sniffed the sock with obvious joy.
Melanie was shocked, she didn’t want to leave anymore, she craved that sock, that
smell. Natascha smiled at her and waved her hand. Melanie was pushed forward and fell to
her knees in front of the couch. Her face was only inches from her sock and the smell
slowly drifted up into her face. She shifted her position using the movement to rub her
thighs together. Nataschas smile became a grin and she moved the sock further away.
Melanie followed her involuntarily. Her whole body seemed to be attracted by that smell.
She felt hot and tingling. Natascha moved the sock down to her own feet then hid it behind
her back, her other hand holding Mels had down there. “You want it back? Then kiss
them.” Melanie didn’t even hesitate. All her senses were aroused now, and she
craved the smell of her sock as badly as she craved relieve from the sexual tension. Her
lips pressed hotly on Nataschas neatly arched feet, and she covered it completely in
devoted kisses. “Toes.” Natascha commanded. Mels lips wrapped around Nataschas
pink toes and her tongue rubbed gently over the silvery toenails inside Mels mouth. “Now
clean my foot slave. Clean in between the toes.” Melanies tongue slid in between
Nataschas toes and lapped them clean. Natascha whispered something and the smell of her
feet increased by degrees. Melanie breathed more and more of it, slowly becoming aware of
the heavy musky scent mingled with sweat. “Isn’t that nice girl? Don’t they
smell just as nice as yours?” Natascha spliced her toes, set them against Melanies
chin and raised her head. She winked at the green eyed girl, then pressed the soles of her
bare feet onto Melanies flushed face. “You’ve flushed girl, you’re enjoying
this? Hihi’ Melanie took deep breaths of smelly air, and a soft sigh escaped her
lips. She nibbled at the soles of Nataschas feet, and her excitement grew, with every
breath. Her hands lay folded in her lap and Natascha noted how the girl started to move
them gently, trembling and overwhelmed. She removed her feet from Melanies face and said:
“Well now... back to your sock” She grinned. “Kathrin, stand.” Kathrin
got up and stood besides her Mistress. Natascha picked up Melanies sock, pulled Kathrins
top up and started to rub the sock over Kathrins bare belly, leaving a visible trail of
glistening moisture. Mel saw Kathrins face flush, and watched Natascha by and by take all
her slavegirls clothes off and rub every inch of her creamy smooth body with the reeking
sock. Soon Kathrins whole body was glistening in sweat from Melanies feet and the whole
room seemed filled with the poignant smell. Melanie moved closer to Kathrin, inhaling
deeply. The stench was so intense it made her nose curl, but at the same time it felt like
a caress on her clit. Kathrin shivered with Melanies hot breath upon her thighs as she
sniffed them, and soon both girls were looking hot and worked up. Natascha pinched
Kathrins bottom to make her move a little and so Melanies face touched Kathrins thigh.
Melanies head swam with desire, the scent of her feet was all over the glistening skin,
and the urge to lick it was too strong. She pressed her lips onto the smooth skin and
shivered, as she began to lap up all the precious scent of her own feet.. The longer
Melanie licked greedily over Kathrins skin the stronger grew the taste and scent of
Kathrins skin, so Mels tongue followed the flavour upwards, and with each noseful of her
sweaty feet her desire grew. Soon Melanies tongue was so close to Kathrins sex that her
smell mingled sweetly with the cheesy smell, and Mels hands were resting in her lap,
fingernails scratching restlessly over the fabric, one finger sliding slowly in between
her thighs. Natascha put a hand upon her shoulder. “Now that wouldn’t be fair.
Hihi. If poor Kathrin has to endure all that licking for your pleasure, you will need to
repay her or suffer along.”
Melanies face was hot and burning, her lips were dry and her eyes hazed over with desire.
She hesitated for one moment, then Natascha nodded and Melanies stuck out her tongue, and
softly trembling reached up and ran it over Kathrins tender lips. Natascha touched
Kathrins shoulder and Melanie felt Kathrin bring her foot up in between her thighs.
Natascha whispered something and ran her hand knowingly down Melanies ass. Mels slacks
dissolved into thin air and she could feel the arch of Kathrins naked foot against her
throbbing heat. Melanie went wild with lust, her tongue worked up to Kathrins clit so that
her nose was above the womans stomach that was still glistening with the slimy dampness of
her sock. The rubbing foot between her legs brought out gasp after gasp, and soon, she was
trembling with the pleasure of the foot and each sweet sweaty breath of her own footsmell.
Soon Mel reached an incredible orgasm that seemed to last quite some time, and when it was
finally over she had, but for a moment thought, she had heard the sound of Nataschas
voice, softly chanting.
As Melanie looked around her she found her pants lying neatly folded on the table, and
while she got up and put them on, still mellow with the joy, she saw Natascha bend down
and sniff Kathrins bare foot, the one that was between her legs, and, as she now
remembered the one she had somehow failed, to lick clean. As she slipped out of the door,
which opened silently this time, she saw Natascha smile at her, her tongue still lapping
up her slavegirls feet. Melanie saw Nataschas eyes, and she knew they were even