## My sisters plan for me to smell her feet (Fiction): Parts 1,2 and now 3

Post by flyingstories » Sat May 02, 2015 3:07 am

Here is a story I posted on mousepad yuku and I don't know if you would like it here? I have 2 more parts after this one and it gets better. More about feet than bondage. Tell me if you enjoy.
TAGS : socks, forced, boots, stinky, sister, gagged, tied up, trap
This is my first ever story. It is based on a true story but all the feet action was added in. All of my stories are written as if the person hates feet. Hope you enjoyimage
I walked down the stairs to my sisters bedroom. Mum had asked me to deliver her a hot chocolate. Me and my sister got on well, even though there was a quite big age difference between us, 8 years. She was a very smart person, I would have never picked here to be devilish until this experience happened, but she always had a way of getting people to do what she wanted. She was considered to be quite good looking amongst here age group, I had never thought so because, well, I was her brother. She had long brown hair, blue eyes and a lovely smile. But she had a very bad problem with stinky feet. Mainly because she always dressed to fit the fashion and most of the time wore boots. The same boots days in a row and usually the same socks too. I hated the smell of her stinky feet, or anybody's stinky feet for that matter. The sweat that they gathered during the day made them slimy and disgusting, my sister would use this to her advantage. Getting me to massage her feet on many occasions, getting me to get her shoes and socks for her and put them on her feet. I would just do these things as fast as possible and then leave to wash my hands.
There weren't many people home today. Mum was upstairs now watching television, my brother was on camp and my dad was at work. So it was only me and my sister "Jess" downstairs. I walked into here bedroom. She had just gotten back from being out with her friends, and like she so very often is, was wearing boots. Black boots that were slightly crinkled and folded inwards at the top. They looked very used and trust me, they had been. She was lying down on her bed just playing on her phone. She saw me come in, put down her phone and asked me to place the hot chocolate on the table next to her. I asked her if she had enjoyed going to town and we made small talk for a short while. I was about to leave when she asked me "would you like to play on my phone?". I said "I would love too". I reached out to grab it put she pushed it away just before I could grab it."You have to do something for me first"
"Look, I am not massaging your feet Jess, I hate doing that"
"You don't have to do that, in fact you don't have to do anything, you just have to lie still for 3 hours and I will do all the work"
"That seems like a good deal, but 3 hours is way to long"
"Come on, thats only 1/8 of your day, barely anything"
Me being the young innocent kid I was I agreed that it wasn't that long and then asked "What do I do?" She told me to lie down at the end of the bed. I jumped up onto the bed, she moved her boots away and lay down. Shen then placed her boots on top of me and said stay still. Her boots where horrifically dirty and I immediately moved away and stated "gross, don't put your boots on me". She said "ok, ok fair enough, I have a better idea anyway" She quick as a flash jumped on top of me, removed some duct tape she had in her pocket and started to tie my arms together. She then put a piece of tape on my mouth and left the room. I started to work on getting my hands out, knowing that she was going to be back any second from now. I wasn't able too, she stormed back through the door carrying some rope in her hands. She began to very thoroughly tie me up. After a good ten minutes or so she sat back on the bed puffing. "You comfortable there" she asked. I just made futile sounds of cries and help into my tape, which got me absolutely no where. "Now don't worry, i'm not going to put my boots back on to you".
I realised she was taking her boots off and I was wondering what she was doing. She took both boots off and both socks off and then held them in a ball near my face. "Talk and you may not walk ever again" she said as she pulled of the tape covering my mouth, not completely off so it was just on the side of my mouth, the rest dangling in the air. I knew better than to talk, mainly because I had figured out what she was going to do with those socks and opening up my mouth to speak was not a good idea. She didn't even bother asking me to open my mouth up, she just took her hand and started tickling me under my armpits. I lasted as long as I could, which was about 2 seconds before opening my mouth. She quickly shoved her blue and white socks into my mouth and just re- sealed the tape locking them in. The taste hit me immediately, a salty, bitter, vinegary taste was how best to describe it. I soon realised how much she had been sweating throughout the day, because it was now all dripping off the socks and landing onto my tongue. I kept moving my tongue around trying to find somewhere that didn't taste so bad, but there was no safe haven. I was forced to suck on the terrible flavour.
As if having to taste the horrible flavour of her days foot sweat and dirt wasn't enough she then went and got herself comfortable leaning her back against the wall, and then placed her feet onto my face. The smell hit me instantly of her sweaty feet. Like cheese been left in the fridge a couple of weeks to long. I attempted to struggle my way out of the ropes that had tied me up here, but there was no way out. "Watching you up here struggle away is sad, i'm feeling a bit bad". She took her feet off of my face and I started to get excited she was going to let me got. Instead she went into her cupboard and grabbed an electric blanket. She plugged it in and turned it on. Then placed her feet back onto my face and wrapped the blanked around her feet and my face. "Now I don't have to feel sorry for you, and you still get to enjoy yourself at my feet" she said laughing. The blanket heated up causing her feet to sweat more and the smell to get far worse. I just had to lie there and endure the terrible taste and horrible smell. I had a feeling I was going to be there more that 3 hours.
To Be Continued…
Last edited by flyingstories on Mon May 04, 2015 12:27 am, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: My sisters plan for me to smell her feet

Post by Ossassin » Sat May 02, 2015 5:40 pm

This is pretty good excellent addition
Welcome
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

### Re: My sisters plan for me to smell her feet

Post by flyingstories » Sat May 02, 2015 6:05 pm

Hope you enjoyed the last part, here is part 2
I heard a click and then the noise of the TV coming on. I was still stuck in the same place, tied up, socks in my mouth and my sisters horribly stinky feet stuck on my face. I was not to sure how long I had been here for. The first 2 minutes felt like an hour too me in this situation, so there was no way too know how long it had actually been. The electric blanket was still wrapped around my face and her feet, which where still sweating like crazy. The most annoying thing was her toes were constantly wriggling on my face. All I could see was her feet, all I could taste were her feet, all I could breathe were the smell of her feet and her constantly moving her toes was driving me crazy. I attempted to find some fresh air rocking back and forth looking for somewhere that didn't smell so terrible. This frustrated her, she whacked me over the head with her boot sitting on the bed. I was shocked at first as to what had hit me, but after recovering I went back to rocking again.
She ripped her feet out of the blanket casing, and then yanked the blanket off. Grabbing the duct tape again she placed several strips onto my forehead that connected on either of my head to the bed. She did this down my entire body with small gaps between each new row. There was no way that I could get out now, let alone move. She then re-set herself up so I was once again forced to smell her feet whilst she sat comfortably drinking her hot-chocolate. After what I think was 1 hour and a half, because she had watched 3 TV shows. Her watching TV had only made me think of all of the more exciting things I could have been doing right now. Instead I was stuck sniffing my sisters feet. Anything in the world would have been better than this really. I got some relief though when I heard my mum call out from up stairs that it was dinner time. This was finally my chance to be freed and to tell my mother everything.
My sister began to remove all of the pieces of tape that were holding me down. I was getting very excited that I was going to be released. She takes off the piece of tape holding the socks in and I instantly push them out using my tongue. Although the socks were out of my mouth the terrible taste was still there. "I will just get some scissors to get you out" she claimed. Instead she came back with her dirts soccer/football boot and socks. "What are you dmmmppppmmmm" was all I managed to get out before she shoved the socks into my mouth and placed a new strip of tape over my mouth. "We are week 4 into the season and I have been going to games and training without washing these socks" she exclaimed excitedly. I thought the previous ankle socks where bad, these where terrible. I could taste dirt, sweat and mud that had built up there from her playing so many games. My mouth was forced open extremely wide because these socks were so big. How dare she do this to me, had I not been punished enough?
"I hope you really enjoy those, a lot of effort went into making them that bad" she told me with a grin from ear to ear. "But don't think you're getting off that easy" she picked up the pink and black football boot and placed the opening straight onto my nose. She then lifted my head up and tied the laces together at the back of my head. She then went to her dirty laundry pile and picked up two dirty sock. She used the socks to fill the gaps that where allowing me to have some fresh air. My sister is smart though, she knew that if she just left me lying on the bed that when my dad came home he would see me. She pushed me and I hit the floor with a thump. I barely had any time to recover before I was being pushed again. This time I was being pushed under the bed. It was cramped under there but there wasn't much I could do about it being tied up so tightly. The only thing that I could do was smell her shoes and suck on her socks.
It was nicer smelling her shoe than it was smelling her foot, for one it wasn't nearly as bad, two it didn't constantly sweat all over me and there where no toes wriggling on my face. But even though it wasn't as bad I could thing of a million things better to do than be sniffing out my sisters stinky football boots and sucking on my sisters disgusting football socks. I was thinking though, how on earth could she be explaining this to mum. She must be wondering where I am. After what must have been at least a hour I see the blanket lift up and light come through. My sisters face is there staring at me. "Mum thinks your at Cameron's house, so we have the rest of the night to have some fun. Because I know how much fun it is you sniffing my feet" she stated with a smile. Who knew what devious schemes she had planned for the night, but I was going to find out.

### Re: My sisters plan for me to smell her feet

Post by Ossassin » Sun May 03, 2015 12:53 am

Well what a cruel sister
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

### Re: My sisters plan for me to smell her feet

Post by flyingstories » Mon May 04, 2015 12:26 am

She ripped me out from under the bed. I had last seen my sister about 2 hours earlier when she had told me how my family thought I was somewhere else. I don't think they would have guessed I was sniffing my sisters football boots. I lightly shook my head and glared past the football boot to realise my sister in a full out tracksuit and running gear. Sweating everywhere. Just as she picked me up drops of sweat fell slowly onto my face. Almost water torture, drip, drip, drip. She slowly but surely scooped me up and placed me onto her bed. I knew I was in for a long night when I realised she was missing one piece of the running gear. She wasn't wearing running shoes, but her extremely old converse shoes. Running in them would cause a smell like no other I thought. But I didn't need to think about it, I was going to find out first hand.
"I went for a run with Brittany" she stated. She paused slightly expecting me to answer before carrying on realising I couldn't. "She was a little confused as to why I was wearing converse shoes" she stated with a small grin on her face. Whilst she was saying this she had hopped up onto the bed and sat with her back leaning against the wall, never taking her eyes off of me. She began to take off her shoes whilst explaining what route she had ran and how sweaty she had gotten. Just before she took off her shoe she said "she was even for confused when she saw this". My sister hadn't been wearing ankle socks either. She had been wearing black stockings.
But she hadn't left the stocking going all the way up her legs. She knew her legs wouldn't sweat as much as her feet. Instead Jess had placed them onto her feet, gone up to her ankle, then gone back down and back up, until the entire stocking had been covering only her feet leaving a thick casing of stocking over her feet. I saw this. I would have gasped, but a woollen sock in my mouth stopped that from happening. Jess finished taking off her shoes and placed them into a snap lock bag seeing the top "I'll save these for later" she said with a smile.
She removed the boots off of my face and the socks out of my mouth. Oh thank god for that. "How did you enjoy those?"
"I absolutely hated it, please can we stop now"
"Well, so far all you have done is cleaned some socks and smelt my feet. I think you need to earn your release"
"Ok, ok, anything to get released"
With that Jess reached down and re picked up the snap lock bag. She removed the shoes and replaced them with her stockings. Jess then threw her converse shoes down to the end of the bed and said "clean them, inside and outside, laces and the soles". At this stage all I wanted was to go, so I slowly forced my body around so I was now lying on my stomach. I put my face into the shoes and began to lick. No matter how much dirt and mud or sweat was in any of the parts of the shoes I kept my tongue licking and made sure it started to get clean. I then felt the bed move until my sister placed her feet on my back and turned on the TV. I didn't say anything, I just kept licking her shoes and being her footrest.
After some time I had finished licking the outside and began to work on the inside. All the flavours of the socks began to come back now mixed with a leathery chemical flavour. And then the TV turned off and the light shut down. I stopped licking and just placed my face onto her shoe using them as a pillow, with jesses feet still sitting on my back. Until she kicked man and said "keep licking, and if I wake up and you have stopped and both of my shoes aren't clean, there will be problems". So I kept licking just hoping that when I finished I would be free. The tape was getting sore over my body and her feet on my back were getting way to heavy. But I kept licking, cause who knows what the problems are.

### Re: My sisters plan for me to smell her feet (Fiction): Parts 1,2 and now 3

Post by Ryguy98 » Mon May 04, 2015 6:38 pm

Live this story so much! Please continue I can't wait to see what happens next

### Re: My sisters plan for me to smell her feet (Fiction): Parts 1,2 and now 3

Post by CoreyBound » Sat Jun 27, 2015 8:41 am

Amazing

### Re: My sisters plan for me to smell her feet (Fiction): Parts 1,2 and now 3

Post by Boundupboy » Thu Dec 01, 2016 3:47 am

Good story!