Her clothes cushioned your fall but their softness made all your attempts to get up useless. She quickly pinned your wrists to the ground and sat on your chest. Normally your should have been able to shake her off but the confusion due to your arousal seemed to have also diminished your physical abilities.
To make things worse Jester firmly pressed her foot against your face. You first took a big whiff that made your eyes water but then tried to hold your breath and regain your composure. The scent was far more powerful than her old socks and far more powerful than anything you had smelled before. You were starting to feel dizzy and you had to quickly figure out a way to escape from this predicament. Yet you couldn't help but feel extremely aroused by the situation.
"C'mon!" she said, as if she was reading your mind, "Why do you even try to resist? I caught you sniffing my dirty socks! Now you can have the source of the aroma! I planned this little trap three days ago and I have been wearing these flats since then. I'm sure you know feet get really sweaty with this type of shoes!"
Indeed her feet were sweaty. You couldn't help but take another whiff and you felt a rush of blood between your legs. You also felt more and more dizzy and your head started spinning. Your breathing was slowing down as you started to enjoy being her prey and you were now taking long deep breaths of her entrancing aroma.
Seeing you so captivated by her foot, she slided her toes under your mask and placed them on your nose so you could sniff in between. "Good... Very good! Don't stop! You probably noticed your strength abandoning you by now. That's because of this nice little cocktail I soaked my socks with! It contains a strong sleepy agent that will knock you out in no time and I will have a brand new toy to play with!"
This revelation slightly snapped you out of your trance. You had to free yourself but her drug had rendered you so weak... She laughed while looking into your panicked eyes and reached for her left foot, ready to take off her other shoe.
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