Stink Foot

Stink Foot

By Paulzy

Shelly and Smyth came in the door returning from their evening jog. They were the two lesbians who had enslaved Mark 3 years ago and made all his possesions theirs. You see, Mark is a millionare and he made his $ the old fashin way, he inherited it. But now the girls call all the shots and he is only their foot slave. They never permit him to have sex with them but they force him to worship their feet quite a bit. They say that no man will ever be worthy of being anymore than a foot slave to them. None of them work because of the millions he has in the bank and the girls don't seem to mind havin him as their doormat so here is a typical night at the house.
"Well hello Mark," smirked Smyth while walkin over to his face that was sticking out face up from under the couch. "Are you comfy all tied up like that? Ha Ha." giggled Smyth while sittin down, a foot on either side of his head. Marks body was fully bound and was laying under the couch and from the legs down was stuffed into a perfectly cut hole in the wall. Because of the couch the only thing u could see was his head sticking out! The girls loved to keep him in this spot because he was helpless and at their complete mercy. Suddenly Smyth placed her Nike on his face. They were old an worn. "Kiss my beatiful shoe slave! Do it now!" barked Smyth while sitting back on her $5000.00 couch. It was a bit dirty but he was determined to complete the task, afterall Shelly said that he might be permited to taste one of their cunnys. "Stick out your tounge Mark, I want to wipe my shoes on your tounge." Smyth was smiling as she said this. As he opened his mouth Smyth quickly shoved her foot into it. It was unexpected and it went deep causing him to gag a litlle. "She got you good that time!" chuckled Shelly who was now sitting next to her lover Smyth on the couch. "Choke on that old shoe cause thats all your good for!" snapped Smyth with an angered look om her face.
Mark was gagging and squirming about as best he could but the ropes and the couch prevented much movement. Finally Smyth jerked her shoe from his mouth and placed both feet on his face, "Just lie still, she began while grinding her Nike soles on his face, and except the fact that you aren't going anywhere!" "Yea slave, you aren't going anywhere!" and with that statment Shelly got into the action as well by moving her Rebok hightop across Marks throat. Putting a little pressure to make it difficult for him to breath. "I just love to have a man under my shoe, dont you Smyth? Shelly looked at Smyth after she said this and the two began to kiss passionatly. All the while Marks face was crushed under the girls shoes. He was kissing and licking the best he could because he knew it would please the girls. Just then the girls lifted their feet and looked down at Marks red scuffed face. "Oh we forgot about little slave boy," smirked Smyth. "Does slave want to smell my feet? Does slave want me to make him suck my big toe? As Smyth was teasing him Shelly reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of dark socks.
"These socks belong to a girl we met at a club, began Shelly while holding them in front of his face, and she wore them for 2 weeks. Her husdand, unfortunatly, is into this sort of thing too and she said that her feet were the best. I guess we will find out." After speaking Shelly shoved the stinky socks into his mouth, choking him a little. "Do they taste as good as mine?" asked Smyth sarcastically. Mark nodded his head yes but did not mean too. He was a little aroused and felt a touch dizzy. "Oh really?" Smyth replied and with that she popped off her right shoe and placed her hot foot right on Marks nose. The sock was very damp and smelled quite strong to him, and as the socks stuffed in his mouth forced him to breath through his nose he had no choice but to smell her stinky foot. "Oh that feels so good!, moaned Smyth, I just love to feel the air sucking through my toes and sock into your nose! I know it smells good because I have jogged in these socks for the past 4 nights!" Smyth emphazied her point by tightly clutching her socked toes around his nose so he would have to breath harder.
Then she took off her other shoe and then rubbed her sweaty socks all over his face. Soaking the scent into his face. Shelly was looking on in laughter the whole time just waitng until she was ready to join in. Mark felt intoxicated when Smyth finally lifted her feet from his face. He was breathing deeply through his nose and was trying to calm down but the girls were'nt done yet. "Keep suckin the sweat from those socks boy! belted Shelly while she shifted down to were she was comfortable sitting over his head. Meanwhile Smyth had gotten off the couch and walked around in front of his head. Then she nelt down and trapped his head between her knees. Mark could not move his head at all now and if he looked up high enough with his eyes he could she a wet spot between Smyth's legs. She noticed this and began to tease him.
"Well thats all you will ever do is look! Ha Ha!"
With this statement Marks eyes looked up at Shelly's who had previosly told him that tonight he would be able to taste one of them. Shelly just smiled down at him while she held her now stocking foot just inches away from his nose, "you really thought I was serious did'nt you Mark?" His eyes were pleding to them but they just laughed out loud as he struggled a little more at his bonds but to no avail. "Mark I have worn these pantyhose for 4 days as well but I wore them EVERYWHERE! Look at the bottom of my foot Mark, LOOK!" as Shelly was saying this her other foot was slowly appiling pressure to his throat. Mark looked at the bottom of the stocking foot about 8 inches above his face and noticed it was very dirty and smugy looking. He knew it would smell awful because it alreay did and it was'nt even touching his face!
"Open your mouth slave." Smyth said and as he did she pulled out the socks that were in it and replaced it with her socks.
"There, now whose taste better!"
And the girls bust out laughing. Marks cheeks were buldging with socks as he stared at the foot that was now 6, 4, 2, inches planted on his face. His seneses flooded with hot foot stink as he heard the girls laughing at his helpless body lying tied up on the floor underneath their couch. Shelly smased her stinky foot into his nose, "I want to hear you breathing down there slave, began Shelly, Smyth and I have buisness to attend to up here on the couch."
As Shelly finished speaking Smyth got up from off the floor and got a blanket. Marks eyes widend as Shelly placed both her feet on his face and Smyth began to wrap the blaket around his head and her feet, encasing his head. Mark began to groan into the fresh socks in his mouth but the girls just ignored him. Soon his face felt like the inside of a sneaker, hot and sweaty! "Don't you go anywhere Mark! Ha Ha Ha!" The girls began to make out on the couch with Smyth sitting on Shelly's lap facing her and poor Mark was left once again to the sound of the girls laughing and playing while he laid helplessly under their smelly feet!