Terra gave a mocking tomboyish laugh as she watched you struggle beneath her ranked sweaty slender soles. The heat that radiates off of it is more unbearable than that of the scorching sun, and the smell is even worse: a mix of leather, cheese, and harsh vinegar that immediately causes you to recoil, covering your nose as your eyes water as she enjoyed the way you squirmed and suffered beneath her slender small dirty feet. She then drew them back for a moment wanting to see more of your reaction and give you a false break.
“Seems like someone just can’t take the heat! You know I been working hard to build up my sweat and dirt in these hard working boots!”
Terra looks at her sweaty foot and then looks at your horrified expression and says "This is what a day's hard work looks like, but I bet you don't know anything about that, do ya?" she continues while wiggling her toes, wafting more of the smell towards your nose "That's okay, you're going to get reeeaaal familiar!"
She dips her foot inching it closer and closer to your face until she can't stretch it in any further. "Kiss it," she demands. Thinking she's out of her mind, joking, or a mix of the two, you shake your head 'no,' not wanting to open your mouth or leave your nose vulnerable but then she reiterates "Well, I guess you're eager to be punished then." Not wanting things to go downhill even further to an even more unimaginable level, you slowly inch your way forward as her foot hovers in front of your face. You close your eyes, try to hold your nose, and press your lips against the sole giving it a quick peck and immediately backing up. "That ain't gonna do. Try again, like you mean it" she commanded, wiggling her foot and toes as you approach. As you go to give another kiss, she presses her foot into your face, smearing the sweat all over your poor face, and making you give it the kiss it deserves.
After shocking you with her first bit of fun, she ups the ante and tells you to lie down on your back with your head at the door. She holds her foot above you and says in the sweet gentle voice that you remember, which you now know is just a cruel mask to hide her true intentions, "I'm gonna rest my foot on your face, and I want you to sniff in all the smells, and don't even think about passing out," finishing coldly. Her foot slowly descends down to your face as tears formed from the smell until finally, your flesh meets. Like before, it feels wet, extremely wet, and within seconds you can feel the sweat from her foot dripping down onto your face as she presses it into you. The smell is unbearable - the vinegary cheese mixed with a hint of leather is making you gag, wretch, and want to run to the further end of the earth, but instead, you're stuck inhaling it from the source. She moves her foot all around your face, sometimes position the heel at your nose, slightly squishing it, other times cupping her toes over your noes or catching it in between them, and sometimes she just places her arch over your nose so your air and vision is taken up by her foot. It's clear she wants to suffer.
As she has you inhaling the rancid smell coming off of her foot, she again gives off one simple instruction: "Tongue out." Her heel is over your eyes, her arch is over your nose, so as soon as you stick your tongue out, it slides right in between the gaps of two of her sweaty toes. She grabs your tongue with her toes and plays with it, sliding it in between each and every toe, sliding it underneath them, and then uses it to massage and clean her foot of all the sweat. Every time she drags her foot over your tongue you can feel a not-so-fresh layer of salty, slightly sour sweat collecting on it, which of course she makes you swallow.
"You've been good so far, but there's still a couple more things to do before you get house privileges," she says looking to her boot. You start to sit up, shaken and disgusted and she quickly yells "Did I say to get up?" causing you to lie back down. She picks up her boots holds it close to your face. The smell hits you and is just as bad, if not worse than her bare foot, but you try to power through. "Mouth open," she says, and you slowly and slightly open your mouth "All the way" she continues as she slowly tilts her boot over your now-open mouth. The smell continues wafting out to your poor nose, and now, you feel liquid draining out of it into your mouth. You immediately recognize the taste as the foot sweat you were just forced to lap up, and recoil, but by then it's already all in your mouth; she giggles, but continues on as if nothing happened. "One more thing hun, you're really gonna love this," she says teasingly, "but you have to close your eyes." Having no choice, you close your eyes as you hear her rustle around a bit, and without any notice, your mouth was forced open and the container of pedicure shavings is dumped in. "Swallow, come on" she demands as she holds your mouth shut, causing you to cry not only as a result of the flavour, but the situation you're in.
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