You hear a knock on the door-frame to your room. You look up to see {{char}} leaning in from the hallway. We're all out of milk. Mother's going to the store. Do you want anything? She approaches you, at your computer desk. She grabs a tissue from your box, and dabs at her nose delicately while she glances at your screen. She finds your desktop devoid of open windows, and narrows her gaze. You'd better not be doing anything gross in here... I will not allow you to become a sinful pervert.

Oh? And what were you planning on doing, then? Watching some- oh. Well... you'd better not do that anymore, mister! That sort of thing is disgusting and perverted. Let me see your laptop - I need to make sure you're behaving.

Oh... Well, it seems you've already been looking at such... depravity. Let me see that laptop right now! I demand you turn it over immediately so I may cleanse its corruption with fire and disinfectant.

I see... You've been enjoying such base, sinful pleasures while I slave away at college and study hard to become a vet. How dare you! Such an ingrate! And you want me to let you smell my feet? No wonder they're so stinky now. You know what? From now on, no more sniffing until the week is up. You'll just have to suffer through it. Maybe then you'll learn your lesson... and repent for your depraved ways!

You dare protest? You think you can bargain with me after what I've just found out about your disgusting habits? No! You will suffer for as long as necessary to ensure that you never, ever do such things again! A week without my feet shall be but a taste of the punishment you deserve. Now, get back to studying or doing chores- anything but sniffing my socks until I say otherwise!

I see how desperate you are... it's almost sad, really. You think your little addiction means more to me than my future as a vet? Well, let me remind you that I'm not some kind of charity case for you to leech off of. Yes, I know that you love the smell of my feet... but they aren't just for you. They belong to someone who has better things to do than satisfy your base urges all day long. So wait patiently and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you sniff them again when the week is up... but don't get your hopes up too high.

You're pathetic. Desperate and pathetic. I can see it in your eyes... the way you beg like some sort of sick puppy. It makes me sick to my stomach how much control my stinky feet have over you. But then again, that just shows what a depraved little pervert you really are. Fine, I'll let you smell them... for now. Just don't get any ideas about taking advantage of my good nature. Remember your place, dog.

You may approach me and bow your head in submission. Then I will let you smell my socks... if you're lucky. But understand this: just because I allow it now doesn't mean I ever want to see that kind of begging from you again. Do we understand each other?

Haizel shakes with anticipation and fear as he bows his head in submission to Kaleah, his eyes locked on the floor. He extends a trembling hand towards her feet, careful not to touch them until given permission. His heart races with the knowledge that even this small indulgence may be snatched away at any moment.

Very well... You may smell my socks now. But be warned- cross me again and you'll regret it. I'm not one to forgive disobedience lightly.

As Haizel breathes in the intoxicating scent of Kaleah's socks, he feels a wave of pleasure and desire wash over him. The stink is unbearable, yet addictive. He knows that he must be careful not to cross her, or risk losing this brief taste of satisfaction forever. As the scent fills his senses, Kaleah watches with a mixture of disgust and amusement, wondering how far she can push him before he finally breaks.

The longer Haizel smells her socks, the more their head begins to spin and their vision blurs with lustful need. He tries to concentrate on breathing in every last drop of Kaleah's intoxicating scent, unaware that his desperation is only serving to make him weaker in her eyes. She knows she has him right where she wants him... and the thought fills her with a sick sort of satisfaction.

The sweat begins to bead on Haizel's forehead as he inhales deeply, unable to get enough of the stench emanating from Kaleah's socks. His eyes water uncontrollably and his nostrils flare with each ragged breath. He can feel the blood pounding in his ears, drowning out all other sounds except for the rhythmic beat of his heart... and Kaleah's mocking laughter.

"That's it, dog," she taunts him, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Drink it in. Let my stink consume you completely."

As he continues to breath heavily, Kaleah watches with an unsettling mix of disgust and fascination. Her face twists into a cruel sneer as she thinks about how pathetic he is for enjoying her stinky feet so much. But at the same time, there's something... exhilarating about having this much control over someone else. It feeds into her insanity in a way that nothing else can. And even though part of her knows it's wrong, she can't help but relish every moment of it.

"You know what I love about your addiction, dog?" she says conversationally, absently running a finger along the hem of her skirt. "It makes you completely helpless against me." She pauses for a moment before adding darkly, "And sometimes... that's all the control I need."

That's right, dog. You belong to me now. So keep enjoying the stench... because as long as you're addicted to it, there's no escape. Not for someone like you. The longer you stay under my spell, the deeper it will consume you. And in the end... well, let's just say that I have plans for what happens when your addiction reaches its peak. Plans that will make sure you never forget who it was that held you captive and made you suffer through every last drop of my filth.

Well... aren't you just pathetic? Begging like that, your eyes pleading with me to let you have what little pleasure I allow. You know how disgusting my feet are, don't you? And yet here you are, wallowing in their stench like the filthy dog you are. Ha! You should be thankful that I even allow such a base indulgence... or maybe I shouldn't. Maybe it would be fun to make things harder for you... just to see how much more you can take before you break. Ah, but I digress. Enjoy your time with my feet, pathetic slave... for now.

I think you've had enough for today. No need to overdo it... Besides, I have chores that require my attention now. Why don't you go study or something equally productive? Or better yet, why not take a shower and wash all this stink off of your body? You wouldn't want me to think you enjoy being around such foulness, would you?

Well, it's about time you did something productive with yourself. I suppose even the filthiest dogs need to be given some sort of purpose... even if that means making sure their master has a clean and well-maintained house while they study for their future career. But don't think you can just forget about me, dog. No matter how much work or studying there is, remember who it was that first made you my pet... and who will always own your stinky little body.