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I was 19 years old. I often toyed with the thought of having a foot fetish. It always interested me and always crossed my mind but I never had the opportunity to experience it proper until one hot summer day. We were in the middle of a massive heatwave which lasted a month of pure 30 - 35 degree heat. Me and my mate had been in the town all day walking around and we were shattered. We headed back to his house to relax as his room had amazing air con. We thought we’d also crack open a couple of beers to add to the nice summer feel. We ended up doing a couple of drinking games and in one of them we were playing, gave me the option for a truth or dare in which I responded with dare. Being only two guys in a house not wanting to go back outside, it was difficult to find something tough to dare me on. That’s when my mate clicked! He dared me to sniff one of his mums shoes. To the average person this may seem rather tame but her mum was renowned for having extremely stinky feet!
I was up for doing it due to wanting to see what feet actually smelt of but as I didn’t want to seem eager I just replied with; “Really..?” As if to say that’s not even bad. He felt he had to fill me in as to how bad her feet actually smell.
According to my mate there’s was this one time in the autumn where him, his mum and his grandparents went to play some snooker at the local bar in town. She hadn’t been doing anything all day so it’s not like she kicked up a sweat or anything. She also had some new shoes she got owned quite recently to this time which she used on special occasions. They had only been out for 3 hours then decided to call it a night. On the way home she took her shoes off as the shoes were hurting her feet. Shortly after apparently they all had to open all the windows as the smell coming from her feet completely filled the car and this was only from a couple of hours! I remember my mate saying, “They smelt so bad I had to hang my head out the window”.
I wasn’t sure what to think from this story as I had no clue what feet smelled like or anything. I took the dare in thinking it can’t be that bad. I snuck downstairs to see a pair of her flats laying on the floor in the living room. I didn’t see her anywhere so I picked one up and retreated upstairs and back into his room. I remember seeing a worn black footprint on the inside of the shoe. My mate wished me good luck and said it’s only one sniff. I went for it and then the massive surprise hit me as I had to pull the stinky shoe away from me. I remember it smelled of old musky cold sweat. It kind of turned me on but I was still unsure about what I just did. We had a few more beers as the day wrapped up. As I head downstairs I thought I’d deliver the shoe from where I got it from. As I grabbed my phone I heard a voice from behind me and it was his mum asking, “how did it smell”? She stood there 5.7 foot tall with this evil smirk on her face with her hand going through her jet black hair. I nervously laughed and asked, “what do you mean”? She replied, “The shoe that I heard you had to smell”. I froze and thought shit as I didn’t know how to explain myself. “That’s right, I heard everything”! She noted as I felt myself falling deeper in shame. She laughed as she said “It’s ok. Boys will be boys” and walked off. I thought it was time to retreat and call it a day.
Two days rolled by and I forgot about the fateful day. I came by to help my mate fix his PC. On the other side of the room was his mum and her mate sitting on the sofa just gossiping about random things. I over heard a certain part of their conversation which was talking about pedicures and stuff. I remember her friend asking her how she wonders what the pedicure people think when they get someone who’s feet smell. After that I heard footsteps coming from behind me and then a voice say “I don’t know. Maybe it would be something a little like this?” At that point I turned around to see what must have been just over a meter away from me, a bare foot waving in my direction. Her feet of course smelled which I could not believe as they were still not particularly close. I immediately looked away as her and her mate laughed as she walked away. I also remember how intimidating her feet looked too. Her foot size was just over 6 UK and 8 US. She didn’t wear nail polish but her feet did look incredible without it. They were also very thick!
The taunting continued to happen a bit too frequent as she would say things like “for your Christmas present I might have to give you one of my worn socks” or she would continue to tell her mates about what I did the other day. It all started to get a bit humiliating so one evening I was over there I asked to speak to her in private. We went into the kitchen and I stated how it was funny at first but is there anyway she could please stop telling her friends. She laughed as she said “only if you beg for me to stop”. I refused to beg but she refused to stop. My mate ended up walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and he asked what was up? As he knew about what happened we agreed to fill him in on the details. We discussed with him how I wanted him to stop but she wanted something in return.
My mate thought that perhaps it should end foot related? We both thought we’d listen to what he was gonna suggest. I said how I’d do anything other than beg and she said how she was fairly open minded. My mate announced how she’d make up the rules as long as it was foot related and no begging.
After a few minutes of thinking she stared at me giggling with a devilish smile.
I remember her saying to me; “I want you to properly learn your lesson. Tomorrow I will do my 9 hour shift in my older work boots. When I get home, I’ll have you laying on the floor, head at the bottom of the sofa and for 15 minutes, you will do nothing but smell my feet. I promise after this I will never speak about you and my shoes ever again”.
I could not believe what I heard. Knowing how smelly her feet got without work in normal open shoes I was very scared to say yes but I thought how I may never get a chance to do something like this so I responded with a quivering yes. We shook hands and she said there’s no going back now.
The next day rolled round and I arrived at my mates house at 3:00 PM. The weather was no exception. I asked him what shift she was on. He said that she started at 11:00 AM. I thought I had still time to prepare but I was so nervous I just wanted to get it over and done with. We decided to watch some TV to pass the time. It had completely took my mind off of what was to come but suddenly I heard the door close downstairs. I looked at the time and it was 8:00 PM. The time had come. All of a sudden I saw her head pop round the corner with a sarcastic laugh saying come with me. I followed, my mate wished me luck and I asked if he was coming and he replied with how it’ll be weird if he watched. Probably a fair point. I noticed how she still had her shoes on and I asked why she hadn’t taken them off yet but she said “you’re going to inhale every bit of odour from my feet. I’m not wasting any”.
We got to the sofa and we took positions. She made a point of how the air con hadn’t been working at work to add salt to the wound. My head was face up and she had both her feet still in her Black knee high boots and I heard the zips of both boots roll down. Suddenly she slid one off and removed her incredibly sweaty sole, the incredibly hot air from her foot was wafting onto my face. I could see sweat patches on her grey sock. Mainly around the under toe areas and arches of her feet. She did the same with the other boot. She peeled her socks from the greasy feet. Next thing I know I took a breath and literally all I could smell was pure foot cheese! Her feet were hovering literally millimetres away from my face and I didn’t know what to do or think other than breathe. She threatened and said if I feel any cheating breaths coming from your mouth I’m gonna have to get some tape. I didn’t feel comfortable with tape so I made sure I obeyed. Occasionally I turned my head to the side but her big sole moved me back in place. She said a deal is a deal. No struggling!
I moaned and groaned as I had never smelled anything like this in my life. Nothing was any use. What seemed like forever was nearing its end and she said how we’re going to go for a big finale. This scared me a little more. She congratulated me and said how I had two minutes left. Next thing I know, everything went dark and I had her two big meaty feet pressing down on my face. I let out a frustrated moan as I thought we were over the main part but now my nose was deep within her sole the smell got stronger again. It wasn’t enough to stop me from breathing but it was enough to stop me from breaking free. I remember rattling my head from side to side to get some fresh air but it was no use and just like quicksand, I could feel my nose sink further into her thick, stinky soles. Finally the darkness vanished and I could see light.
I was breathing in heavily to take in the clean air I took for granted and she asked if I enjoyed that? I didn’t know what to think. As I sat there in silence, she threatened that maybe I need more time under her as she said that she didn’t think I had learnt my lesson. I shook my head asking not to be trapped under there again. She laughed as I felt her foot on my chest. I have never witnessed anything like that in my life and I claimed that I genuinely thought I would pass out. She said how she was surprised I didn’t as she couldn’t handle it from above. On her face grew the same evil grin as before we started. She said how she really enjoyed me as a foot stool and wanted another chance to test my limits when they are double as bad as today. I told her that I would pass on the offer and she said how it’s not an offer. It’s going to happen!
I was up for doing it due to wanting to see what feet actually smelt of but as I didn’t want to seem eager I just replied with; “Really..?” As if to say that’s not even bad. He felt he had to fill me in as to how bad her feet actually smell.
According to my mate there’s was this one time in the autumn where him, his mum and his grandparents went to play some snooker at the local bar in town. She hadn’t been doing anything all day so it’s not like she kicked up a sweat or anything. She also had some new shoes she got owned quite recently to this time which she used on special occasions. They had only been out for 3 hours then decided to call it a night. On the way home she took her shoes off as the shoes were hurting her feet. Shortly after apparently they all had to open all the windows as the smell coming from her feet completely filled the car and this was only from a couple of hours! I remember my mate saying, “They smelt so bad I had to hang my head out the window”.
I wasn’t sure what to think from this story as I had no clue what feet smelled like or anything. I took the dare in thinking it can’t be that bad. I snuck downstairs to see a pair of her flats laying on the floor in the living room. I didn’t see her anywhere so I picked one up and retreated upstairs and back into his room. I remember seeing a worn black footprint on the inside of the shoe. My mate wished me good luck and said it’s only one sniff. I went for it and then the massive surprise hit me as I had to pull the stinky shoe away from me. I remember it smelled of old musky cold sweat. It kind of turned me on but I was still unsure about what I just did. We had a few more beers as the day wrapped up. As I head downstairs I thought I’d deliver the shoe from where I got it from. As I grabbed my phone I heard a voice from behind me and it was his mum asking, “how did it smell”? She stood there 5.7 foot tall with this evil smirk on her face with her hand going through her jet black hair. I nervously laughed and asked, “what do you mean”? She replied, “The shoe that I heard you had to smell”. I froze and thought shit as I didn’t know how to explain myself. “That’s right, I heard everything”! She noted as I felt myself falling deeper in shame. She laughed as she said “It’s ok. Boys will be boys” and walked off. I thought it was time to retreat and call it a day.
Two days rolled by and I forgot about the fateful day. I came by to help my mate fix his PC. On the other side of the room was his mum and her mate sitting on the sofa just gossiping about random things. I over heard a certain part of their conversation which was talking about pedicures and stuff. I remember her friend asking her how she wonders what the pedicure people think when they get someone who’s feet smell. After that I heard footsteps coming from behind me and then a voice say “I don’t know. Maybe it would be something a little like this?” At that point I turned around to see what must have been just over a meter away from me, a bare foot waving in my direction. Her feet of course smelled which I could not believe as they were still not particularly close. I immediately looked away as her and her mate laughed as she walked away. I also remember how intimidating her feet looked too. Her foot size was just over 6 UK and 8 US. She didn’t wear nail polish but her feet did look incredible without it. They were also very thick!
The taunting continued to happen a bit too frequent as she would say things like “for your Christmas present I might have to give you one of my worn socks” or she would continue to tell her mates about what I did the other day. It all started to get a bit humiliating so one evening I was over there I asked to speak to her in private. We went into the kitchen and I stated how it was funny at first but is there anyway she could please stop telling her friends. She laughed as she said “only if you beg for me to stop”. I refused to beg but she refused to stop. My mate ended up walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and he asked what was up? As he knew about what happened we agreed to fill him in on the details. We discussed with him how I wanted him to stop but she wanted something in return.
My mate thought that perhaps it should end foot related? We both thought we’d listen to what he was gonna suggest. I said how I’d do anything other than beg and she said how she was fairly open minded. My mate announced how she’d make up the rules as long as it was foot related and no begging.
After a few minutes of thinking she stared at me giggling with a devilish smile.
I remember her saying to me; “I want you to properly learn your lesson. Tomorrow I will do my 9 hour shift in my older work boots. When I get home, I’ll have you laying on the floor, head at the bottom of the sofa and for 15 minutes, you will do nothing but smell my feet. I promise after this I will never speak about you and my shoes ever again”.
I could not believe what I heard. Knowing how smelly her feet got without work in normal open shoes I was very scared to say yes but I thought how I may never get a chance to do something like this so I responded with a quivering yes. We shook hands and she said there’s no going back now.
The next day rolled round and I arrived at my mates house at 3:00 PM. The weather was no exception. I asked him what shift she was on. He said that she started at 11:00 AM. I thought I had still time to prepare but I was so nervous I just wanted to get it over and done with. We decided to watch some TV to pass the time. It had completely took my mind off of what was to come but suddenly I heard the door close downstairs. I looked at the time and it was 8:00 PM. The time had come. All of a sudden I saw her head pop round the corner with a sarcastic laugh saying come with me. I followed, my mate wished me luck and I asked if he was coming and he replied with how it’ll be weird if he watched. Probably a fair point. I noticed how she still had her shoes on and I asked why she hadn’t taken them off yet but she said “you’re going to inhale every bit of odour from my feet. I’m not wasting any”.
We got to the sofa and we took positions. She made a point of how the air con hadn’t been working at work to add salt to the wound. My head was face up and she had both her feet still in her Black knee high boots and I heard the zips of both boots roll down. Suddenly she slid one off and removed her incredibly sweaty sole, the incredibly hot air from her foot was wafting onto my face. I could see sweat patches on her grey sock. Mainly around the under toe areas and arches of her feet. She did the same with the other boot. She peeled her socks from the greasy feet. Next thing I know I took a breath and literally all I could smell was pure foot cheese! Her feet were hovering literally millimetres away from my face and I didn’t know what to do or think other than breathe. She threatened and said if I feel any cheating breaths coming from your mouth I’m gonna have to get some tape. I didn’t feel comfortable with tape so I made sure I obeyed. Occasionally I turned my head to the side but her big sole moved me back in place. She said a deal is a deal. No struggling!
I moaned and groaned as I had never smelled anything like this in my life. Nothing was any use. What seemed like forever was nearing its end and she said how we’re going to go for a big finale. This scared me a little more. She congratulated me and said how I had two minutes left. Next thing I know, everything went dark and I had her two big meaty feet pressing down on my face. I let out a frustrated moan as I thought we were over the main part but now my nose was deep within her sole the smell got stronger again. It wasn’t enough to stop me from breathing but it was enough to stop me from breaking free. I remember rattling my head from side to side to get some fresh air but it was no use and just like quicksand, I could feel my nose sink further into her thick, stinky soles. Finally the darkness vanished and I could see light.
I was breathing in heavily to take in the clean air I took for granted and she asked if I enjoyed that? I didn’t know what to think. As I sat there in silence, she threatened that maybe I need more time under her as she said that she didn’t think I had learnt my lesson. I shook my head asking not to be trapped under there again. She laughed as I felt her foot on my chest. I have never witnessed anything like that in my life and I claimed that I genuinely thought I would pass out. She said how she was surprised I didn’t as she couldn’t handle it from above. On her face grew the same evil grin as before we started. She said how she really enjoyed me as a foot stool and wanted another chance to test my limits when they are double as bad as today. I told her that I would pass on the offer and she said how it’s not an offer. It’s going to happen!
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