Sarah pulls her toes out of your mouth.
You gulp for some badly needed fresh air.
Before you can form a single word to curse her, she rips off a new strip of the tape and seals your mouth with it.
Horrorstruck, with great shocked eyes you look up at her, unable to move.
You are tied like a christmas goose and can't move a muscle.
Your arms are handcuffed on your back, your legs bound together with a rope.
You wear nothing but boxershorts.
Near your crotch is a small bulge, like a miniature tent, you can't help it, it's in no way erotic, only disgusting when you think about how you got it.
"Ooooohhh look, whooo's getting haaaard from my stinky feeeeeet" Sarah giggles with a baby-like voice as she sees it.
You want so scream 'Fuck you, bitch' but your lips are pressed tight together from the sellotape so you can only moan.
She watches you as you try to struggle and try to get up with a nasty dominant smile that shows all her trickiness.
"Don't overwork yourself" she says with gleaming eyes "So, Ben, after you having so much fun with my feet, I think it's time, if we increase intensity a bit, don't you agree?"
You whimper and try to crawl near her to bring her to fall but she just steps over you.
She gives a high girlish laugh and walks over to the heater at one wall of the darkened room and turns it to maximum degree.
Then she pulls a chair and sets it right down your chest.
Now you can't even roll to the side, your shoulders are tightened by the chair legs, two each side.
Sarah sits down and smiles down at you.
Everything inside you want to scream, scream at her, curse her and call her a 'Stupid Slut' but all what comes out is a muffled noise, that's almost a sniff.
You're hers now, you think. You're completely hers now and you can't do anything about it but to sit this madness out.
"You think, this will be over pretty soon, don't you?" Sarah says. "Don't make any illusions. This will seem like half eternity to you, Ben, of that I'm certain. I'll keep you awake all night, if necessary. Do you really think, I let go you so easily? You will kiss and lick my feet for hours without a break, is that clear?"
You just stare at her, unable to believe it.
"What's up, Ben? Surprised how clever a stupid blonde chick can be? I tell you what, after we two are finished, you'll never call me something like this again. You'll leave this place with great admiration for me and my feet. Whenever you see me on the street, you wish to fall on your knees and kiss and lick my feet right then and there where I stand. I'll make sure of that. You can't escape me, Ben. You are mine. Forever."
You don't cry ... you say to yourself.
Whatever you do, you don't cry in front of her ... whatever happens now ...
After a few minutes, the room's getting hotter and hotter, like in a sauna.
Sarah sitting above you on the chair, rubbing her feet together, only inches from your face.
Warm sweat is flowing down in streams her bare soles and covering her toes in glittering silver.
She moves her feet close under your nose and makes you sniff a few seconds.
You try to resist by holding your breath, but time is on Sarah's side and after a full minute you have no choice but to get air.
It is unbelievable disgusting but lovely at the same time.
"How is that, Ben?" she says half laughing. "Ready for some really tasty sweaty toes?"
You nod weakly, looking up at her grinning face with most dislike.
"Say it!" she commands "I want to hear it from your dirty slave mouth. Say 'I like to sniff my mistress' feet'!"
"Mmmmmlimmkemommmiffmaimmmissmmtrssmmmeetmm" you mumble through the tape.
A tear is falling down your cheek, from frustation and fear, which she cleans away with her foot.
"Very good, Ben. I see you learning fast how things work here. Now sniff my dirty feet, looser! Inhale my goddess juice!"
She rams both of her feet on your face and buries your nose under them.
You can hardly breath or even think, all is covered up in Sarah's hot foot sweat, that is filling you completely out.
She wriggles her soles and toes, let you sniff one toe after another, plugging them to your nose hole, until you moan from lack of air.
"That's right, you little brat. That's how I like you. Keep sniffing until you beg me to stop."
You gave a loud whimper as one of her foot suddenly touches your crotch, kneading it and making it even harder.
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