She stopped mid-sentence, which only made me more tense. She took one foot off my chest, and reached over to the side to hook one of her white leather shoes with her big toe. As she dangled her shoe over my face, I began to notice a change in the atmosphere. No, wait. Not atmosphere. It was an odd smell, and it appeared to be emanating from her shoe. It was faint, so I began to study it more. I closed my eyes, took a deeper whiff, and immediately regretted my decision. It was vile, putrid. The repulsing odor of what seemed to be an unpleasant combination of vinegar and expired cheese made me drive my head back as far into the floor as I could.

Ms. Meele began to speak.
"Did you get a nice preview?"
I shook my head.
"Well..." she replied. "You just need to experience it full on." As soon as she finished, she grabbed her shoe in her hand, and rammed the opening into my face, my nose exposed to the rancid stench dwelling inside. I wouldn't dream of voluntarily taking in more of the smell, so I tried to breathe in through my mouth. She had forseen this, and pushed her right foot over my mouth, sealing my lips shut.

"Ah ah ah!" she said, imitating my finger wag in front of me in a mocking yet powerful gesture. "You're my slave now, so you must do whatever I want. And I want you to smell, so take a nice big whiff before I make you!"

She wasn't going to let me breathe, so I had no choice. I braced myself, and took a whiff. The smell was ten times as strong as before! It was unbearable, having to smell it, but the torture did not end past the nostrils. I could feel the cheesy stench circulating through my body! With each and every moment I spent smelling this awful odor, I could feel my body giving in, my willpower slowly draining.

"I hope you like it, I worked really hard to get it to smell this nice."
Her commentary was not helping, but I couldn't interject in this condition, so she went on.
"We staff have a few pairs of shoes for each flight, but I just love the pearly white color of these shoes so much, I wear these all the time! I've been walking back and forth in these shoes ever since I started working here, and at 10,000 ft in the air, it gets awfully stuffy inside. To think, I've been walking in these for years, and now you have the pleasure of being the only man who gets to smell them! Aren't you lucky?"

Lucky is far from the word I would use to describe it.
Ack! I had been listening to her story to try and take the focus away from the smell, that I hadn't been trying to resist the toll it's taken on my body! Before I knew it, the smell had gotten inside my head, and each of my muscles had lost all energy to move! I could feel myself on the brink of passing out. The smell was too much for me to handle, and I could black out at any second!

Just as I was about to give in, I noticed the smell rapidly fading. Ms. Meele had taken the shoe away. What would make her decide to give me mercy was something I could only speculate. Did she want me to stay awake? Did she have something else in mind? Something much more humiliating?

She brushed her long brunette hair behind her, and leaned in close.
"I've given you a taste of pleasure, now it's your turn to please me."