Your eyes snap open as you lift your head to the sight of your girlfriend angrier than you’ve ever seen her. Her blue eyes are wild, her face is flushed red, and she’s breathing heavily like her body is ready to fight. You’re overcome with dread and regret as she seethes and asks, “What the FUCK are you doing Johnny? Lavishing yourself in another woman’s clothing and gyrating around with a throbbing hard cock? Do you know how disloyal that is? How insulting after all that we’ve been through?”
You sit up out of the pile, embarrassed and afraid, desperate to explain yourself, rambling, “Shelly please hear me out, you don’t understand… She’s going to help us! She’s not just another woman! She…” Before you can continue, your enraged girlfriend cuts you off, shouting back, “Not just another woman? What the hell do you mean by that?? I’m your girlfriend! This is completely unacceptable and your punishment is going to be severe…” As she closes her eyes and shakes her head, still having a hard time believing what she walked in on, you see something behind her.
It is Mistress Powers, back from her run and sneaking up behind Shelly. She is sweaty head to toe but especially her double layered nylon legs are glistening with perspiration. You can also see that she is leaving wet footprints anywhere her socks touch a hard floor surface, demonstrating just how saturated they are. She lifts a finger in front of her mouth telling you not to give away that she is there. Shelly is listing all the ways she and her friends are going to punish you, and even though it is difficult, you try to keep your eyes on her so that she doesn’t turn around and see the trap.
Miss Powers has one of her fresh, ripe running shoes in hand, and when she is close enough just behind Shelly, she grabs your girlfriend around the shoulders and covers her nose with the opening of the stinking shoe. Shelly gasps and jumps, but this only makes her take a big deep breath and fill her lungs with Miss Powers’s powerful and intoxicating aroma. Shelly starts to flail her arms and legs, struggling to escape, yelling to be let go, but Jill holds tight, and instructs you to secure her legs. You scramble out of the pile and wrap both of your arms around Shelly’s toned dance legs.
It takes every bit of your strength to keep her from kicking back at Mistress Powers, and you finally notice Shelly’s outfit now that her fury isn’t directed at you. She wears a black sports bra and loose blue tank top, with black leggings that end half way down her calf. Her sweaty feet are covered only by a pair of nude nylon ped socks, wrapping over her toes sole and heel but leaving the top of her foot exposed. She usually wears these with her old well worn boat shoes.
Shelly’s struggling means that she is breathing heavily and taking in more and more of the hypnotic scent. When the kicking and flailing show their first sign of slowing down, Mistress Powers leans in and starts to coo into Shelly’s ear, “Calm down now, sweet Shelly. It’s all going to be okay. Johnny isn’t disloyal, he is just a slave to his senses and our girl power is overpowering and irresistible to him. To anybody who finds themself attracted to girls, yourself included. My only goal today is to make you feel good and show you how to enjoy girl power with Johnny. We will train him to serve you perfectly, and your whole life will change from now on.”
These words weave their way right into Shelly’s brain, the hypnotizing scent making her suggestible and compliant. She still struggles about in yours and Miss Powers’ arms, but she’s not actively fighting to get away. “Come this way with me, sweet Shelly.” Miss Powers says, using one of her sweaty legs to push you off of your girlfriend’s legs. You could smell them reeking from when you first saw her sneaking up on Shelly, but now that they were close enough to touch you, you are really slammed with a whole wall of odor much stronger than you had ever experienced before. This goddess really knew what she was doing when she made you stack all those layers over her feet.
Keeping the shoe tight over Shelly’s nose, the Mistress turns around with her and leads her to the living room couch. You follow dutifully, giving one long last look at the pile of socks that brought you such ecstasy, but knowing whatever was about to happen would be so much better. Miss Powers sits herself on the armrest on one end of the couch and moves Shelly to have her lie down on the couch with her head resting directly between Miss Powers’ legs. “Johnny!” The Mistress barks, and you come scrambling over to be at attention.
It’s only when you’re standing before these two on the couch that you realize you are still naked and become embarrassed of that fact. Your cock is not as throbbing hard as it was earlier, and you can’t help but wonder what the girls think of the sight of you compliantly standing here at their disposal.
“Hold this on her nose.” Comes your next instruction, so you kneel down beside the couch near Shelly’s head to do as you are told. While your hand holds the shoe, you lean down to give Shelly a kiss on the cheek and whisper in her ear, “I can’t wait for you to use all of your girl power on me, it’s the only thing I want anymore Shelly. This will all work out.”
“That’s enough chatter down there!” Mistress Powers commands, to which you recoil and bow lower while keeping the shoe in just the right place. When you lift your head again, you watch Jill slowly peel each sweaty sock up off her nylon soles. She turns them right-side out and reaches up to remove her running headband which is also saturated with sweat. “Okay, on three remove the shoe… One… Two… Three!”
You swiftly swipe it away and Shelly takes one big deep gasp of fresh air. It’s the first one she has had in minutes that wasn’t polluted with the Mistress’ powerful aroma. But just as quickly as she breathes in, with one fluid motion, Miss Powers reaches down to pop one sock into Shelly’s mouth and folds the other one to cover her nose and nostrils completely. She reaches the headband down around your girlfriend’s head to hold the sock in place, so that all of her air was mediated by the wet and worn fabric of the ankle socks.
You expect her to spit the sock from her mouth instantaneously, as nothing is holding her mouth closed, but it again proves the strength and rapid efficacy of Mistress Powers’ stench to bend the mind. Instead of furious, Shelly’s eyes now look intoxicated and enthralled. Miss Powers seems pleased with this progress but she’s far from done. Her next order to you escalates things:
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