On that note, with her left foot, she grabbed my nose in-between her big toe and index toe. The smell was even fouler coming from her toes! She had also pinched the top of my nose with the tip of her toes, and kept my mouth closed with her other foot, forcing me to breathe deeply through the nose.
"You're aching for my foot smell, I can tell. Now you get to smell it up close and personal. Enjoy, sweetie!"
I had hoped this moment wouldn't come. I couldn't take it in lightly like this. I inhaled as deeply as I could, and the smell rushed through my entire body! She kept my nose smothered until I could barely handle it, making me want to beg for mercy. She would let go momentarily to tease me, before trapping me again.

"You love it, the smell soaring through you, telling you to submit to me. Your eyes flicker when you sniff it, you want me so bad."
I was too exhausted to reply coherently. The smell of her feet had beaten me savagely from the inside, I could barely make a complete sentence.
"Well, if you're a good slave, I just might let you smell my feet as much as you want. You'll dream of my feet every night, and live your dreams every day. If I were you, slave, I'd be grateful to devote my entire life to such a beautiful woman."

These comments were ringing in my mind more than anything else she had said. Who knows how long it had been? I couldn't think straight, the only thing I could think of was the smell of her feet. I began to lose hope, there may not be any way out of this, and I probably will have to submit to a life with Ms. Meele.

As I closed my eyes in defeat, a miracle slapped me in the face. I heard an echoing voice, one that was not the voice of Ms. Meele.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen. Please return to your seats, the plane will be arriving in California shortly."

It was Ms. Teneiro! And the announcement was my chance! Any moment now, she would head towards the cargo hold to prepare the luggage for drop-off. As soon as she walks in and keeps Ms. Meele distracted, I will be able to right myself and get up onto my feet. This torture session of Ms. Meele's would soon be over, and she would be behind bars for good. My final move would be complete. I looked up at Ms. Meele to see her reaction to the announcement.

She was flustered, as to be expected, but she brushed it off rather quickly. For a moment, she didn't say a word. The expression on her face was different. She gave an expression of determination. Then before I knew it, she has covered my nose again between her toes and blocked my mouth. The smell once again seeped into my body, causing each part of my body to shut down as I suffered. I figured out what she was trying to do. This time, she was trying to make me black out!

If I fell unconscious now, I would lose my chance to escape! I had to hold on as long as possible, and fight off this strong odor. I tried to struggle, but her feet kept me pressed against the floor.
"I know what you're up to, and you're not getting away from me that easily! I'll make sure you never leave my sights! Now, give in to my feet."
The smell was surging through me, poisoning me, keeping me subdued. With every moment I try to resist, the smell keeps me pinned and seduces each of my muscles to give in.
"Fall asleep for me now, my slave, and be with me forever, forever under my feet."