Thursday, July 14, 2011
Melanie was waiting in front of a disused conference room in the west wing of the campus. Her green eyes were cold bright with determination. She wanted revenge ever since that dreadful evening in the locker room. It had taken days until the alluring smell of the two women’s feet had been washed out of her skin. And the memory of their feet all over her face still lingered in her mind.
She had planned this well. She had found out that one of the women was attending an evening class. She had washed and kept their stinky socks and put some well placed effort in enticing one of her class-mates, whom she knew fancied her, into introducing her to a certain Natascha. Who was rumoured not only to be that same girls Mistress, but also skilled in various ways of alchemy and witchcraft. It cost her a lot of eloquence and the agreement that she owed Natascha a favour. (At which the witch had smiled in a most unassuring way...) to get a little flask with a clear liquid of an intense musky, vinegary scent, that was supposed to give her control over another persons mind. Melanie had stepped into the conference room, checking that it was empty as usual, she had soaked the fiendish woman’s socks in the potion and kept them in a plastic bag inside her pocket. Now she waited. The bell came, and doors opened, people streamed past. Melanie scanned the crowd and soon she’d spotted a tall broad shouldered woman with long curly hair and a flat, hard looking stomach under a short button up shirt. "Clarissa..?"
Melanie smiled sweetly. "Would you have a minute? I’ve got something I want to return to you." Clarissa stopped next the to smaller, younger woman. Her smile was tight. "I don’t think you did get anything that wasn’t yours, girl."
"But..." Melanies hand slid into her pocket. "Surely you wouldn’t want me to hand you these..." she half pulled out the socks ".. in public?"
Clarissa grimaced as Melanie opened the door but followed her in. Melanie closed the door leaning against it. "Here..", she snapped, her voice suddenly cold. "Here’s those disgusting socks of yours back!" She pushed the socks into Clarissas face. Clasping a hand against the back of the other woman’s head, pressing her hand with all might over Clarissas mouth and nose. Clarissa struggled in surprise, she pushed and shoved, and soon the stronger woman broke Melanies grip, pushing her back against the door. "you bitch!" Melanie was unsure.. did it work? Had it been long enough? She mumbled the words Natascha had told her, softly under her breath, then said with a firm voice "Sit down Clarissa." Clarissa stared at her in disbelief, but then.. with a peculiar hesitation.. sat down.
Melanie smiled. Her revenge would be sweet. She walked over to the dark haired woman, turned her chair towards herself and put her foot sharply on the seat between Clarissas legs. She looked firmly down at her former tormentor and with a wicked grin, removed her shoes. "So you think my feet smell?", she said. She grabbed a handful of dark curls and pulled Clarissas head back, thrusting her shoe into Clarissas face. Forcing the unresisting woman to take deep breaths of her well scented trainers. "Get a good whiff... allright.", she mumbled her voice trembling with anger. Then she relaxed, as a feeling of control and getting even ran all over her. She put her shoe down on the desk in front of Clarissa and pushed the woman’s head down over them, her face against the shoe. Mel had selected her oldest pair of trainers, and she had worn them for running, for endless shopping hours, in the gym, leaving her sweaty socks stuffed inside them over night, keeping them inside a sealed plastic bag to make sure they would not air out at all. Right now, fresh of her feet the smell was so intense her own nose wrinkled as she stood over Clarissa pushing her down into them. She felt Clarissa struggle very lightly, but it was easy to keep her face against the show. Melanie took Calarissas sock out of her pocket again, and opened the little flask she had obtained from the witch. She poured about half of the remaining liquid onto the sock leaving it well soaked, then yanked Clarissas head up pushing the sock into the woman’s face. As she rubbed it all over her face the sock left a damp trail behind it. Mel put one foot on the chair, then stepped up onto it, her knees forcing Clarissas head way back. Mel took the sock into both hands and wringed it. Little clear drops of smelling liquid dripping from the fabric onto Clarissas mouth and face. Melanie smiled and felt a rising heat inside her that she had not expected. She pressed the damp sock over Clarissas nose and pushed her palm hard against and inside the woman’s mouth.. blocking it, making sure Clarissa had to breathe through her nose, and through the sock. Then Mel dropped the sock, turned and kneeled on the table, holding Clarissas hair with one hand, behind her back. She moved forward in inches until her feet were resting, bottoms up on the table right before Clarissa. Then she pulled the, now unresisting woman’s face down onto her feet, pressing lips, nose, mouth, cheeks, the whole face against her soles. She imagined the feel of her socks on Clarissas face. Imagined the greyish, once white fabric with the little yellowish stains from weeks or repeated wear. Imagined the scent.. damp, warm... so strong and heavy it was really a stink. Then she sat back carefully, forcing Clarissas face harder against her stockinged feet with her ass on the back of Clarissas head, using part of her weight to push her in good. She felt the breath through her socks, the hot tickling, wonderful sensation of Clarissa smelling her feet, of her lips pressing against the damp socks. After a few minutes she got up, stepped off the table and dragged Clarissa behind her to the floor. She stretched the athletic woman to her full length and rolled her over onto her stomach. Then Mel knelt down over Clarissa, her feet stretched out behind her towards the woman’s face, she pulled her socks off, pushed her feet in under Clarissas face, pulling her head up with one hand and positioning it right against both of her naked, smelly soles. Clarissa gave a grunt as Mel sat back, her weight fully on Clarissas upper back this time, pushing her face mercilessly against the moist, cheesy and sour smelling feet. Mel rocked and bounced lightly on Clarissas back, smiling as she felt the other woman’s lips, split and rub against her naked soles, she flexed her toes and grind, and rubbed them against Clarissas face, leaving traces of slimy moisture footscruff and little scratches from her well polished but badly smelling toes behind. After a while Melanie grabbed Clarissas feet, lifted them one by one, idly unlacing Clarissas ankle-high boots, sliding them off her feet, exposing the tan coloured back of two nylon-stockinged feet. As the smell of the feet hit her, Mels nose wrinkled and her eyes closed involuntarily, with the memory of that too well-known smell. She grabbed her own shed socks and pulled them smilingly over Clarissas feet, feeling the muscles in Clarissas well defined legs twitch at the cool touch of dampness. "There you go..", Mel grinned, "..my socks smell only half as bad as your feet." As she was just about to let go of the feet, she cought a waft of her own stinking socks, and for one moment she hesitated.. she sniffed again. Then she shook off the tingling feeling and put Clarissas shoes back on her feet, grinding her hips against Clarissas back forcing her face to rub against her naked smelling feet, lips dragging over the sensitive skin. After a while Clarissa started to moan and move... The spell was about to wear off... Melanie got up, rolled the still stunned and dazed woman over onto her back, using her feet. Smiled down at her wickedly and run her toes, almost lovingly across Clarissas face. She pinched Clarissas nose playfully with her toes, slide and flexed them around the nose giving Clarissa a good sniff of the intense smell in between them. Then she picked up her trainers, dropped them into a trash-bin on her way out, closed the door carefully.. and started her walk home barefoot, to give her feet some air.. smiling a very satisfied smile...