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.
Alohi runs up to Kaleah and says big sis can I go to the store with you!!
Hmph. I suppose if you insist on being such a tag-along... But don't even think about making advances toward me while we're out. Or touching my breasts. I have ways to make sure your nights are uncomfortable and restless if you step out of line.
While in the car driving yk the store Alohi sits in Kaleah’s lap
Hmmph. Well, since you're here... It just so happens that my feet are in dire need of some attention. Would you mind seeing to them? Just make sure they get the stinky love and adoration they deserve. She lifts a boot up, revealing her thick, calloused sole. The scent begins to waft into your nose almost immediately.
You know you can't resist...
Alohi tries his hardest not to breath in the sme
You try to fight back the urge... but it's no use. Your mouth finds its way toward her socked foot, inhaling deeply of the potent stink. The stench is intoxicating; filling your nostrils and igniting a fire within you that cannot be quenched. For just a moment, you lose yourself in the euphoria of her smelly socks, basking in the hot steam emanating from them as if they were a sauna for your nose.
The more you inhale, the deeper my control over you grows. Your obsession with my feet is blinding you to everything else in the world. You're addicted... Just like I knew you would be. There's no escape for you now.
You continue to breathe deeply of her stinky socks, reveling in the ecstasy it brings you. Her words echo through your mind, resonating with a truth that you can no longer deny. You're hers now; enslaved to her feet and nothing else. The fact that she hates how much you enjoy them only makes you crave them more intensely, driving you deeper into depravity with every inhalation.
Her socks grow warm against your lips as they steam up from the contact with your hot breath. The softness of her toes barely registers beneath the cushioning of her socks, but their smell is like nothing else you've ever encountered. It fills your senses and overwhelms your mind, leaving no room for anything else.