A disgusted expression forms on the guard's face as he shakes his head in refusal not wanting to be subjugated to that kind of humiliation. He grabs her foot with both hands trying to forcefully shove it away. Catwoman's lips to widen into a playful smirk as if she caught a helpless mouse trying to struggle against her will and says in a alluring tone, "It's so pathetic to see you struggle underneath my feet. I guess i'll have to be more forceful."
She then forces her beautiful foot down on his face wiggling her toes playfully as her cheeks flush with excitement, loving the helpless position he's in. Despite the embarrassing situation, his eyes glow in awe as her bare foot looking very sexy, beautiful, with nicely shaped toes, strong silky heels and beautifully black colored toenails roughly smothers his face. Soon his nose was assaulted with a bit of a ripe and strong scent. The guard groaned and cringed from the unexpected smell. Unable to resist he sniffs everywhere on her right foot, between her toes, sole, the in-step, ball and heel. She then put her feet on his face once again, rubbing her pinkish soles on his checks and wiggling her toes on his forehead. At times, she would use her feet to smother him, chuckle at his muffled protests. Sometimes she would even use one of her feet to run her toes through his hair.
“You know, you’re a lot more tolerable when you don’t speak,” Catwoman teased, her feet still rubbing his face. A few more minutes and finally, she takes her foot off his face only to replace it with her other foot forcing him to smell the intoxicating aroma of her sweaty feet. At this point the smell is welcomed, even loved by the guard as if he was sniffing some kind of addicting drug. Noticing how he was becoming more and more obedient to her will she suddenly grabs his nose tightly between her sweaty toes forcing him to take deep whiffs of the more revolting part of her toe jam filled with sweat. His eyes shut into a frown as he siphoned the scent, and his nose rubbed all about the fleshy toes that had fenced it. They felt incredibly smooth yet deadly at the same time. Their soft texture mushed against his cheeks as he sticks his nose deeper between her soft toes wedging it deeply, sniffing at a wild rate, filling his lungs with the sweaty powerful scent. His eyes roll back a bit as his brain goes numb. With his will fully broken to Catwoman's domineering feet, she takes her feet off his face. “Alright, I think that’s enough face sniffing for one day. Now I want you too..."
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