Amy smirks down at you, her feet still firmly in place on your face. "I want to hear you sniffing, real big whiffs!" she demands. You comply, inhaling deeply as she scrunches her toes around your nose. You do your best to fight the urge to cough, and continue taking deep breaths, in and out, of what is simply one of the worst smelling pair of feet you've ever encountered. The smell makes your eyes water, and tears threaten to begin tumbling down your cheeks but you fight them back. She's already taken all of your dignity, you refuse to let her take what little pride you have left as well.
"That's it Stan, very good, keep breathing in the smell of my stinky feet. That's all you deserve, it's all you'll ever deserve. Your sister's sweaty, stinky feet in your face! This is where you belong Stan, at my feet, remember that." Amy explains, then has a sudden gleam in her eye as an idea comes to her. "In fact, I want to hear you say it, say you deserve to smell my feet. Say that my feet belong on your face. Then thank me. Thank me for allowing you to smell my feet, to kiss them, to lick them, to rub them and have them rubbed on your face. Thank me for allowing you to suck on my toes and for letting you sniff my dirty socks and shoes." She says with an expectant gaze.
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