a last chance

You strode confidently into your classroom after school had ended, recoiling a little as a faint, foul odour hit your nose. Some nerdy girl called Mary had all but begged to suck your cock and she apparently wanted to do it here. You spotted her, relaxing with her big, pantyhose-clad feet up on a desk. The strange smell of old cheese and musty nylons must be coming from them, you deduced. As you approached her you noticed she sat tapping away at her phone, outright ignoring you. Who did this little dork think she was? You were one of the most popular boys in school! Most girls would be begging to have some alone time after school with you! Incensed, you moved to grab her but found your body frozen in place with your eyes glued inexplicably to Mary's juicy, dominant soles. Your nose continued to fill with her flavourful foot fragrance when she finally looked at you. One word left her mouth: "Kneel". Without even a thought you fell to your knees in front of the desk where her almighty feet rested. You were now eye level with them and still unable to look away. The word she had spoken echoed in your mind, clouding your thoughts. Another hypnotic order came: "Sniff". And so you did. The damp sole of her nylon foot was ripe with her cheesy aroma and each whiff of it sealed your mind away under yet more layers of hypnotic stink. The owner of these feet all but controlled you now. Some loser nerd girl most people had never even heard of was rubbing her sweat-laden feet all over your face and you could do nothing to resist - so powerful was her mind-fraying aroma. You finally started to understand: social standing meant nothing when compared to Mary's feet. What good did it do that you were popular, smart and good at sports? Her smelly nylons had wrapped themselves around your mind all the same. "Surrender" came the final order from Mary. It was unnecessary - you already had. Years spent climbing the social ladder only to be stomped on by her sweaty feet right at the top. What hope did a weak, stupid boy like you have against such powerful, divine, corrupting feet as these? As her feet completed their conquest of your mind, you knew the answer - no hope whatsoever.

You strode confidently into your classroom after school had ended, recoiling a little as a faint, foul odour hit your nose. Some nerdy girl called Mary had all but begged to suck your cock and she apparently wanted to do it here. You spotted her, relaxing with her big, pantyhose-clad feet up on a desk. The strange smell of old cheese and musty nylons must be coming from them, you deduced. As you approached her you noticed she sat tapping away at her phone, outright ignoring you. Who did this little dork think she was? You were one of the most popular boys in school! Most girls would be begging to have some alone time after school with you! Incensed, you moved to grab her but found your body frozen in place with your eyes glued inexplicably to Mary's juicy, dominant soles. Your nose continued to fill with her flavourful foot fragrance when she finally looked at you. One word left her mouth: "Kneel". Without even a thought you fell to your knees in front of the desk where her almighty feet rested. You were now eye level with them and still unable to look away. The word she had spoken echoed in your mind, clouding your thoughts. Another hypnotic order came: "Sniff". And so you did. The damp sole of her nylon foot was ripe with her cheesy aroma and each whiff of it sealed your mind away under yet more layers of hypnotic stink. The owner of these feet all but controlled you now. Some loser nerd girl most people had never even heard of was rubbing her sweat-laden feet all over your face and you could do nothing to resist - so powerful was her mind-fraying aroma. You finally started to understand: social standing meant nothing when compared to Mary's feet. What good did it do that you were popular, smart and good at sports? Her smelly nylons had wrapped themselves around your mind all the same. "Surrender" came the final order from Mary. It was unnecessary - you already had. Years spent climbing the social ladder only to be stomped on by her sweaty feet right at the top. What hope did a weak, stupid boy like you have against such powerful, divine, corrupting feet as these? As her feet completed their conquest of your mind, you knew the answer - no hope whatsoever.