Nathan pulled off his socks and set Nicole on a nearby coffee-table. He sat down on the adjacent couch and laid his gargantuan feet down in front of her. Unfortunately for her, they didn't smell pretty.
"Alright, smell my feet, slave."
Nicole did just this. She was slightly agreeable, though blushing in embarassment, because of the mind-control's persuasive functions. She actively sniffed his feet, pushed her whole face into the meaty, smelly flesh. He lowered his feet so she could press herself against the sweaty, smelly ball of his foot for good measure.
Nathan sat back and laughed, all the while touching himself. It was going to be a good day.
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