This is all of the foot smelling from "My Foot and Facesitting Slave"

Years ago, I had a crush on him but he rejected me. Out of the blue we bump into each other and have lunch together. Back at my house, I take him into my bedroom and then knock him out.

He wakes up handcuffed to my bed with me just sitting on top of him. He’s a little groggy and I duct tape his mouth so I can have quiet as I torment him. Then I sit beside him and make him smell my pantyhose covered feet. I’m wearing sheer, shiny pantyhose with no panties under my little summer dress and I can’t help but ...

This is all of the foot smelling from "My Foot and Facesitting Slave"

Years ago, I had a crush on him but he rejected me. Out of the blue we bump into each other and have lunch together. Back at my house, I take him into my bedroom and then knock him out.

He wakes up handcuffed to my bed with me just sitting on top of him. He’s a little groggy and I duct tape his mouth so I can have quiet as I torment him. Then I sit beside him and make him smell my pantyhose covered feet. I’m wearing sheer, shiny pantyhose with no panties under my little summer dress and I can’t help but flash my tiny pantyhose gusset as I cover his mouth and nose with my feet.

I continue making him sniff my feet individually and together, sometimes pinching his nose between my toes. I’d been wearing my pantyhose all day so my feet had been in my stilettos the same length of time and were highly scented. I kneel over him and push my foot on his face and then change sides to get a different angle and continue rubbing my stockinged feet on his face. His whole world becomes my pantyhose covered feet and all of the delicious smells that a day in my shoes has given them.