This choice: “Undress her, the two of you must both be nude.” • Go Back...Chapter #8“Undress her, the two of you must both be nud... by: brisocks   You react with a bit of shock but your cock again throbs at the very thought of both being nude while the authoritative, almost super-human seeming woman effortlessly controls each of you. “Yes Mistress” you reply almost automatically, rushing to take down Shelly’s pants while Jill reached down to do the same with her shirt. Shelly actually volunteers her limbs for easy removal of both these things, like she wants to be naked anyway. As you pull off her pants your gaze is immediately fixed on the wet spot, or really more like a large wet patch, on her panties. You smile and realize she really does respond to Miss Powers’ scent and girl power in the very same way that you do. Not wanting to be chastised again, you dutifully remove the panties while Miss Powers unclips and lifts away Shelly’s bra. Shelly’s wet and wanting pussy is now basically on display, and it is puffy and sensitive looking in the way it only is when she comes to you at her horniest. Though you want nothing more than to enjoy her pussy and satisfy her right now, you doubt that is in the Mistress’s plans, and know that whatever she has in mind will be more fulfilling than any normal sex you could hope to have. So you move on, reaching down to pull off Shelly’s ped socks.
Your Mistress stops you though, saying, “Not yet.” She beckons you closer and instructs you to remove her outer pair of nylons. As you start, the silky sound of nylon rubbing on nylon makes your heart race. It is intoxicating to be this close to the sweaty source of her stink, and you have to stop your hands from shaking with excitement as you pull the stockings down to reveal her even sweatier pair of socks to the open air. The room is filled with a fresh wave of her powerful pheromones, and she relishes how it visibly makes both your and Shelly’s naked bodies shudder.
“You can do whatever you want with those.” She says referring to the stockings now in your hands. Thinking for a moment, you bury a hand all the way down to the foot of each one, and do your best to pull them up your arms. Jill giggles at this, clearly amused. “I have to admit, that’s a new one.” She smirks.
“I had never thought to do it before, Mistress, but when I had them in my hands it only seemed natural.” You bury your face into your hands, taking a slow deep breath of her concentrated smell.
“That’s cute but you’re here to addict yourself to HER smell, not mine.” She says, pointing down at your naked and euphoric girlfriend. “Besides, we both know you’re long since obsessed with me. So get down there and bury your face in her nylon ped sock soles instead. You can save your stocking hands for later. And don’t you dare touch yourself with those unless you know you can handle it without cumming! I still have a plan for that.” She says with a sneering grin on her face. “Yes mistress” you dutifully reply before crawling your way back to the other end of the couch. Shelly’s feet rest on the armrest opposite the one where Miss Powers is sitting, so you kneel on the floor beside the couch and prepare to cover your face with her socked soles.
Without getting up, Miss Powers meanwhile triggers soft meditative music to play throughout the room, and holds her second layer socked feet in the air, bending flexing and stretching her toes and arches like an athlete warming up. You can barely decide what to try to keep your eyes on… this display she is putting on, Shelly’s sock soles as her toes gently curl and reopen, almost like they are breathing, or her clearly hungry pussy as it shines with wet intent.
The Mistress raises both feet straight up into the air, toes pointing to the heavens and soles pointing right at you. The sweat on them almost shines in the light from above. As she issues her next instruction, your eyes pour over them, admiring every inch, “Alright, I am going to cover Shelly’s face with my sock feet, and you will cover your face with hers, do you understand?” “Yes Mistress!” You reply sharply, still gazing at the slightly soiled toeprints on the bottom of the socks and matching ones for the ball of the foot and its heel. They start to descend in a forward arc toward you, lowering down to Shelly, as you hear, “Three.. Two.. One.. Begin.”
You shove your face against Shelly’s soles, the last image sticking in your head being your girlfriend’s face completely enveloped by the hypnotic Mistress’s socks. It must certainly be redundant, given the completely separate pair of socks already in her mouth and held to her nose, and just the thought of such a powerful, smelly prison has your cock dribbling precum against the side of the couch. You have a strong and sudden urge to jerk yourself with your nylon encased hands. You know it is risky but your weak and needy mind has been teased for too long to resist. As you reach with your right hand, you justify that you’ll just be able to edge without cumming… that was the only rule after all anyway wasn’t it? No cum? But as soon as the silky smelly nylon touches your shaft, your entire body shakes and your hips buck involuntarily. It’s lucky for you that this shifts your cock away from your hand, and a scary reminder of how close you are to cumming uncontrollably.
“What are you doing down there?” Jill asks in a salty tone, sensing your agitation. You try to reply but the response is muffled against Shelly’s feet. “Oh nothing um… just getting focused down here.” You can hear her sigh before saying, “Carry on then. Just don’t distract me.” You try to mentally regroup and Shelly’s scent filling your lungs helps you to forget all about your stocking hands. You really do start to focus on this as you had said, and pay attention to every little feeling the cotton makes as it rubs against your face. You can feel where the cotton is thicker and where it has been worn thin with use. You can feel how excess sweat seems to be stored in the fabric of the arch, as it isn’t pressed out with every step. But more than anything, you feel weak and submissive at the scent of it all. You have never experienced Shelly’s girl power in this concentrated, seemingly all encompassing way before. You try to forget the room you are in, forget even the rest of your body, and put your entire existence into the face now pressed against feet. Time seems to tick differently as you focus on inhaling the natural odor and enjoying the idle wiggles her toes and soles make against you. You can’t tell if seconds or minutes are passing, as you exist only to serve and be dominated.
Through all this cuts Miss Powers’ voice, not speaking to you, but for the first time, your girlfriend directly. “Alright Shelly, I believe you are probably properly infatuated by now? Curl your toes against Johnny’s forehead if so.” And just like that, you feel all ten of them scrunch down against your skin. “Very good my little doll, thank you.” The Mistress’s voice sounds almost completely different than when she is addressing you. She speaks to Shelly gently and with care, while you receive only terse and cold commands and questions. She continues: “What you’re experiencing Shelly, is the complete and total intoxication known as girl power. We ladies can unlock powerful natural pheromones that control men. If used properly, it can make them completely submissive, and utterly weak to our demands. We literally get in their head, our biology highjacking the pleasure centers of their brain and rewriting the reward system to want nothing but to please us. Of course, this is strongly reinforced with physical sensation, which we will get to shortly. But for now, it’s interesting to note that you’re the first woman I’ve ever had beneath my feet. Since you’re attracted to both men and women, you find yourself as both a potential weirder and victim of girl power. I am prepared to instruct you to master this art. It is to be used for pleasure and personal satisfaction only. Johnny is yours to use, and if you two choose to involve another guy or girl or couple, that is your business. But if you ever sought to use your girl power on a large number of men, it wouldn’t end well for anyone, trust me. I’ve seen someone end up in jail, unable to exert her girl power on anybody. So I’m going to ask you now to make a solemn vow to enjoy girl power with those close to you, and give up any idea of seducing masses to your will. Do you agree to this? Curl your toes again if you do.”
Again you feel the silky nylon scrunch upon your forehead. You realize how different this explanation of girl power was from the one you had received earlier after Miss Powers covered your own face with her feet as she is now doing to Shelly. Her ability to tell anybody exactly what they need to hear is remarkable, especially when she can make what she says reality just by having them submit to her scent. For a moment you wonder whether Shelly really meant it and did agree with everything the Mistress said, or whether she is just so enthralled right now that she would say yes to anything. But you know how you felt under those feet, and you have happily gone along with the Mistress’ dominant role in all of this, so why would it be any different for your girlfriend?
Again Miss Powers’ voice interrupts your thoughts, “Very good, I think this has been very instructive for all of us. For your understanding and for your brain chemistry. This first big hit of girl power, there’s really nothing like it from what I understand.” She actually giggles at her own comment, maybe remembering how you made a mess in your pants without any touch when she first covered your face earlier. “Now we need a bit of change of position…”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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