This is the POV version with an extra bit of prepping before the actual scene where I give slave boy a fair warning that they might really, really stink today haha.

I guess since you guys delivered on your promise to make the clip 'Stinkiest and Sweatiest Feet Ever [Extreme]' a real success I kind of knew that eventually I had to get my feet really badly, badly stinky again. Regardless of the financial success of the clip this nonetheless bothered me because it is just disgusting to run around for days with unwashed feet, itchy and yeah I just don't feel well when I can't take a sh...

This is the POV version with an extra bit of prepping before the actual scene where I give slave boy a fair warning that they might really, really stink today haha.

I guess since you guys delivered on your promise to make the clip 'Stinkiest and Sweatiest Feet Ever [Extreme]' a real success I kind of knew that eventually I had to get my feet really badly, badly stinky again. Regardless of the financial success of the clip this nonetheless bothered me because it is just disgusting to run around for days with unwashed feet, itchy and yeah I just don't feel well when I can't take a shower. So it's been a while where I always thought about doing it, but then procrastinating on it. Luckily though, sometimes the stars simply align without any effort or planning. This weekend I had a series of events and sessions scheduled which kept me trapped inside my boots by mere coincidence. It all started off with a big event on Friday evening. Multiple mistresses, multiple slaves and we started off quite early working throughout the night. An hour into playtime, the studio became a goddamn sauna and for regulatory reasons we are not allowed to open the windows anymore (in order to prevent neighboring businesses from filing complaints due to the 'strange noises' coming out of the studio looool haha). Also, those events are kind of stressing everyone out, because it requires a lot of coordinating, everyone's a little more nervous than usual, because you don't know each other etc. As a true foot fetishist you know that a person's sweat from being stressed smells significantly more intense than normal sweat from working out or so. After we finished (somewhen in the night) I dropped **** onto the (bondage) bed and dozed off. No removing my boots or outfit, make-up still on, unwashed and ripe. Once I awoke my instinct was immediately to get those boots off, throw them in the trash and get in the shower. When I grabbed the zip I had second thoughts though. I knew that I had only one client for a multiple hour session that day who is not into feet at all, so no need for cleaning them or removing my boots in the first place. And I realized I scheduled shooting with slave boy in the evening. Admittedly, the thought of surprising slave boy, catching him off guard with extremely stinky feet, kind of triggered me in that moment. I know he loves it, or at least he loves the fantasy of it, so I didn't have to worry if the smell was actually too extreme or if he is authentically disgusted by it. In addition, I thought it might be a great opportunity to turn this 'being made to smell ultra stinky feet and struggling while sniffing them fantasy' of you pervs into reality and catch it on camera. So I let go of the zip and fought the temptation of a revigorating cold shower, went to the bathroom and put a lot of effort into cleaning my whole body while keeping my boots on. During the session with my client afterwards I had second thoughts though. My feet hurt badly from walking around in those boots for over a day now. I felt my feet being hurt, slightly bruised, sandy and a little swollen. Also, it made me nauseous to feel myself slipping around in my own sweat, then after sitting down for a couple of minutes my feet becoming rather slimy and sticky before slipping around in this warm moist puddle again. But I fought those thoughts again and kept them on during the whole time. If it is true what you pervs always tell me about stinky feet then the multiple circles of sweating, drying, sweating again should have created the ultimate ripe barefoot stench. Once slave boy arrived, I kind of felt a real excitement to take the piss out of him and finally feeling some fresh air on my soles. I tried to act all normal while setting up the cruel surprise. I told him that we are going to start off with a foot sniffing clip, where I want to tie him down really hard so that he feels and looks extra helpless. I told him that my feet might really even smell a little since I put on the boots quite some time before he arrived. I could sense that he didn't take this too seriously because wearing those boots for a couple of hours would probably get my feet a little sweaty, but the smell shouldn't be too intense after all and mainly stem from the smell of the boots not my actual foot sweat. When tying him down I sensed that he was a little confused though by how much effort I put into the bondage for a rather 'normal' foot sniffing clip. I wrapped his whole body, face included, with plastic wrap kneeling on the floor uncomfortably leaning on a steel post. Further I took the 'fucking bench', which has a hole spared for the face and pushed it towards the post until his neck was fully trapped in position and he could not move his head even an inch. Finally, I took some gaffer tape to gag him in a way that makes it impossible to breath any other way but with deep breaths through the nose. Before removing my boots I casually tell him that I have been wearing them for a couple of hours playing it all down. I guess I was a little embarrassed myself haha. Then I finally removed them. I really had to focus to not freak out myself from the stench streaming out of those rotten boots. Loooool. When I finally push my wet toes softly under his defenseless nostrils, slave boy realizes that his fantasy of being 'tormented by reeking feet' finally came through. His reactions are priceless. Incredulous laughing, disgust, pointless struggling and begging. - Jolie Berrie (German language)