Seized to Sniff - POV Bondage Foot Smelling Slavery
Stella Von Savage
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You wake up bound hand and foot on a cold floor, ropes tight around your wrists and ankles, panic rising as you struggle to remember how you got there.
Stella Von Savage steps into view holding a roll of duct tape, calm and impossibly beautiful. She hears your muffled cries before sealing your mouth shut. The more you fight, the tighter she cinches the ropes, smiling as she watches you realize escape is impossible.
Then she tells you why you’re here. You belong to her now. Her helpless little foot-smelling slave.
Fresh off the golf course after hours of sweaty socks, damp grass, and worn shoes, Stella is ready to enjoy her newest captive. Day after day, she returns with different sneakers, socks, and soles, each more pungent than the last. She shoves them against your face, stuffs them over your nose, and makes you breathe in every sweaty trace of her long day. She ties a shoe directly to your head so your nose is trapped inside it for hours with no relief, no escape, no choice but to inhale her scent until it consumes your thoughts completely.
Your gag only comes off for one reason: to drink. And even that mercy is cruel. Stella slowly wrings the sweat from her drenched socks into your mouth, reminding you that her foot sweat is the only thing keeping you alive.
Days pass.
Your world becomes ropes, sweat, sneakers, and her amused smile as she watches you break down more and more with every visit. How long can you survive as Stella Von Savage’s foot slave when foot sweat is the only thing you’re allowed to drink?
You wake up bound hand and foot on a cold floor, ropes tight around your wrists and ankles, panic rising as you struggle to remember how you got there.
Stella Von Savage steps into view holding a roll of duct tape, calm and impossibly beautiful. She hears your muffled cries before sealing your mouth shut. The more you fight, the tighter she cinches the ropes, smiling as she watches you realize escape is impossible.
Then she tells you why you’re here. You belong to her now. Her helpless little foot-smelling slave.
Fresh off the golf course after hours of sweaty socks, damp grass, and worn shoes, Stella is ready to enjoy her newest captive. Day after day, she returns with different sneakers, socks, and soles, each more pungent than the last. She shoves them against your face, stuffs them over your nose, and makes you breathe in every sweaty trace of her long day. She ties a shoe directly to your head so your nose is trapped inside it for hours with no relief, no escape, no choice but to inhale her scent until it consumes your thoughts completely.
Your gag only comes off for one reason: to drink. And even that mercy is cruel. Stella slowly wrings the sweat from her drenched socks into your mouth, reminding you that her foot sweat is the only thing keeping you alive.
Days pass.
Your world becomes ropes, sweat, sneakers, and her amused smile as she watches you break down more and more with every visit. How long can you survive as Stella Von Savage’s foot slave when foot sweat is the only thing you’re allowed to drink?
