For as long as I can remember I  had a desire to smell a woman's feet. I had often smelled my mother's or my sister's feet by accident usually while rough-housing. I have no sexual feelings for my sister or my mother, but I do find  the smell of their feet arousing. The particular odour is hard to describe as  many odours are, but it can be best likened to the smell of vinegar I think .. Now before I pursue this any further it should be noted that my mother and sister and I have a good relationship and there is no sexuality expressed or even felt amongst us. Ok, having validified myself I will continue with the story. Well because the paricualr smell of their feet has an arousing effect on  me %28and the smell could just as well be someone elses%29 I am often repulsed  when I accidently smell their feet and usually make a great fuss over it. Or  I should have said %22made a big fuss over it%22 because I have learned over t ime that the more fuss I make the more attention I draw and the more I encoura ge them to, unknowingly tempt me with their feet. Well, one day my loud mo uth got me into trouble...alot of trouble. My mother had a bunch of her friend s over for aerobic dancing and my sister went out dancing with her friends. %2 8now mind you I am 13 at this time and my sister is 8 rs older%29 But anyhow%2 C my mother's friends had come straight from work with her to practice a dan ce routine and needless to say their already smelly feet were about to smell m ore. My mother had over three of her friends, Debbie, Kathy, and Susan.  I remember the exact details of what happened next because, not caring to mu ch that I was in the den watching TV, they, being in the living room, be gan to change into their workout clothes removing their shoes but keeping thei r hose on. For aesthetic purposes Susan was a short blonde woman..Debbie a tal l and attractive black woman and Kathy a brunette of average height. All of th em were around the ages of 35-40.   In any case I watched to see were they woul d put there shoes so that I could smell them and see what a female's foot sm elled like..other than my own mother's. But they placed them in the same roo m they were occupying. Well, scratch that I thought, and continued watchin g the tube. After about 3 hrs they all moved into the kitchen and got themselv es Iced tes and took a break in the den and watched the 6 o clock news with me .. At first I never thought much but when my mother asked them to take off thei r shoes and relax, I got a little nervous. Debbie and my mother sat next to  me, and Kathy and Susan sat across from me on the davenport. When they remov ed their sneakers, and exposed a bunch of wet smelly stockinged feet, you  can be sure that the stench was enormous. But when I smelled my mother's fee t I quickly moved to the other side of the room. My mother said %22what..do my  feet stink or something%3F%22 I replied to her that yes they most certainly d o, but did so in a haughty enough tone. I could see she got alittle upset bu t wen i told her to put her shoes back on they stink too bad...she grew infuri ated with me and her friends all looked at me with disgust for talking so arro gantly to my mother. Then my mother said, %22I oughta make you smell all our  feet for that, in fact yes you will and you'll learn not to be offended b y my feet. %28Of couese she didnt know shy it upset me, but it was not apprp iate to bring such a subject to one's own mother.%29 But with that all my mo ther's friends a greed and decided I should smell each of their feet in turn .. Then my mother told me to find some duck tape and seal my mouth shut and ret urn. I did and sealed my mouth shut. She then told me to lay on my back and no t to move my head or she and her friends would tie me down. Then my mother sat  down on the sofa at my head while her friends watched and with her foot over  my face told me that I would have to smell her feet untill she thought it was   time to let me go. With that she lowered her foot down on my face slowly. It d idnt need to touch my nose to smell strong enough, in fact she hovered it a  few inches from my face to ensure my head did not move and  the smell was alre ady overwhelming. But when she finally lowered her foot to my face she covered  her toes over my nostrils and the sweat from her feet was almost as strong as  if it were vinegar.   She kept her foot their for a good while unitl I couldnt  stand the smell any longer and moved my head away. With that she got pissed a nd told one of her friends where to find some rope and handcuffs of mine. When  her friend returned my mother and her friends handcuffed me behind my back an d ties my ankles, knees, and arms so that I was reduced to a heap of bones  on the floor in that smelly den.  She then asked Debbie to hold my head up an d lowered her foot again onto my face. She covered her toes over my nose and I  was forced to smell her acrid feet for quite a while. Then My mother told Deb bie that she she make me smell her feet to as I offended them all. And then De bbie took my mother's place at the head of the sofa and removed her sneakers   that she had put back on to keep her feet warm. I remember Debbie's smell v auguely, it was kinda musty, sort of like soy sauce. In any case she lifte d her giant foot above my face and said..%22I'm sorry, but you need to lea rn your lesson..%22 and with that lowered her fot down on me. Now her foot did  not smell as bad as mother's had, but it had a seperate smell that was no t completely pleasant. She wrapped her toes over my nose and rubbed her socky  stockinged foot over my face. Her foot torture lasted a bit longer than my mot her's had, if I recall, but there were no delays as my mother ensured th at I could not move my head. Then it was Susan's turn. Now Susan did not car e too much to force this upon me, she had always been nice to me I remember.  But this time she felt obligated to do so to make my mother feel better. So S usan took her place at the head of the sofa and sat above me looking down at m e. She apologized and covered my nose with her toes. She rubbed her sweat abit  into my nostrils but was not terribly vehement about the foot torture. Her fe et smelled unusual as well, again musty if a recall but I am not sure..it is  a bit hazy now. In any case they did not smell any less pungent than the rest .. After a short time Susan decided I had had enough and removed her feet from  my face. Now by this time my face was a sticky, sweaty , smelly mess from  my punishment..but only one more to go. And then Kathy took Susan's place at  the head. Kathy was very upset at what I had done and felt obliged to offer t he worst foot torture she could dish out. She then, almost tormentingly hove red her feet above my face about 3 inches away. The stench was almost identica l to my mother's in that it smelled like vinegar but of course had its own f lavour. She then covered my nostirls with her feet and rubbed her sweat from h er soles all ovver my face, this she did for the remainder of the 15 minutes  of  the 6%3A00 news. When she had finally released my nose from her feet it w as filled with the stench of all of their feet, amd the sweat was stuck to m y face. My mother then decided that I should be left their and forced to smell  their shoes while they finsih their dance routine practice. She then had me b ound to the sofa by my ankles, wrists and head, and then collected all of  their worn smellly flats and placed them at my head pusing my nose into hers.  And there they left me until arounf 9%3A00 My sister came home with her two fr iends Elisha and Olivia. When she saw what had happened to me her and her frie nds laughed at me. My mother than told them that if they would make me smell t heir feet that she would pay them. Boy my mother was realy serious about this   one%21 It was not long before my sister and her friends popped in a VCR movie% 2C kicked off their shoes and covered my face with their feet. The vinegar sme ll was mixed with a corny smell and a cheesy smell and a whoole plethora a sme lls, all strong and all forcibally arousing. This whoel foot torture continu ed that night unitl about midnight. %0D%0A  Well i had learned my lesson, if  you want to avoid something it is best to do it in silence.   send mail to iv