Tied Smell Feet

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Tied Smell Feet
We live in a world filled with all kinds of smells. Take off a pair of tennis shoes after a long day and you might even get a whiff of something pretty stinky. You can blame it on your bacteria. Millions of these tiny things live on your feet.
While bacteria are too small to see without a microscope, sometimes you can just smell them doing their job. They like dark, damp, warm places, where they can eat dead skin and drink sweat. Inside your shoes and socks, for example.
There are more glands that produce sweat on your feet than any other part of the body. As bacteria eat there, they also turn your dead skin and sweat into chemical products that can really reek.
It might just make you want to plug your nose. But at least you’ll know the system that helps you smell, the olfactory system, is working well. Your brain, nose, and a bunch of smell receptors work together to help you figure out what you are smelling.
Maybe it’s stinky feet. Or maybe it’s fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Do either of these bring back any memories for you? Scientists have found that our sense of smell is tied pretty closely to our memories—and there are more than 10,000 different kinds of smells, or aromas.
Smell is a really important part of our daily life, said my friend Sindhuja Sankaran , a biological engineer and researcher at Washington State University. The ability to smell can also help us identify spoiled foods, find quality foods, and even remind us to take out the trash.
She said that knowledge of the way humans smell has allowed us to develop electronic devices that can help pick up on these different combinations of chemicals.
Scientists like Sankaran can use a kind of sensor, you might call it an electronic nose, to study the quality of foods and sniff out any problems bacteria might be causing when food is in storage. She even uses this technology to study what chemicals released by plants can tell us about whether they are infected by a disease or attacked by an insect.
For example, some kinds of plants can release chemical combinations into the air to warn other plants that a particular predator is around. Some evidence points to the idea that plants can sense some chemical messages in their roots, too.
Lucky for them they can’t smell stinky feet. What kinds of things have you smelled lately? Keep exploring all the aromas around you. You might even try to find out what combinations of chemicals give things like fresh cut grass, garbage and bacon their smells.
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I love a woman's smelly feet...way too much lol. I'm always fantasizing about a woman kicking off her shoes and her feet smelling overpoweringly strong when I bury my nose in them :D sadly though, every girl whose feet I've had the pleasure of smelling (ex girlfriends and such) didn't have a particularly strong foot scent. So all you lucky guys out there, can you tell us about the smelliest smelly feet experience you've had?
I really didn't realize how perfect the combination was at the time but my now-wife (then girlfriend) was driving a car with a bad air conditioning compressor in the summertime (that she didn't want to pay to fix), had these amazing leather shoes that smelled amazing (she has since had to throw them away), and wore pantyhose to work everyday with those shoes on for hours. Even after a day of this combination, her feet smelled amazing in those pantyhose, but one time she wanted something from me and said she would wear the same pantyhose a whole month for me if I got it for her.  

After coming in from work, she could sit next to me and I could smell the sweat coming off of her skin and hair. We now have a house rule of no shoes on in the house but she used to keep her shoes on until we got into bed (I really miss those days) so the sweating would continue - I would be the ones to take the shoes off and the scent would go immediately on my nose.  

I really can't record the memory of the smell of feet - only little hints of it. At the time we lived in a house with an apartment on the bottom floor and a house on the top floor but I remember every day for that entire month reaching what I thought was the highest high I could get sniffing those feet but every day it got better. It was summertime and her feet smelled immensely. I remember her spreading the nylon toes wide and I would just lose my mind trying to figure out if I was sniffing today's sweat embedded in the nylon or if that was sweat embedded two weeks ago. Or maybe I was sniffing simultaneously 14 different days of sweaty nylon - I would put my nose over every inch and inhale hard. I do remember I made some out-of-this-world noises the orgasms were so powerful - I got off that month more than I ever have before - the orgasms were so powerful I would fall asleep a few minutes later.  

I really wish I had access to those smells - she's never done anything like that since. We didn't make it a whole entire month as the smell got so strong you could smell it when she entered the room (they were open toe leather shoes). The car has since been replaced and she uses air now in the summertime, she doesn't work in an office anymore (runs a home office) so she isn't always in hose and definitely not in shoes all day like before (bummer), those wonderful shoes have had to be thrown away (I could just put them on my face and smell that amazing orgasmic scent) and none have ever matched them in stink, and although she doesn't wash her pantyhose (just puts them back in the drawer), she has never done anything like that ever again. It was so hot.

One time we were on a trip for my birthday and she wore pantyhose with tennis shoes and we didn't get to the hotel until later that evening. She passed out from drinking and I smelled her nylon feet for hours (masturbating continuously) - they smelled so amazing - I woke her up finally at 5am and we had hours of sex I was so revved up. I can't prove it - it was about six weeks later, but I think she might have put those multiple-weeks-of-wear hose back on for the trip and a day in tennis shoes brought all the scents back. It was great to sniff them on her feet for hours while she slept and then actively while she was awake and we enjoyed each other repeatedly.  

I'm very thankful for this experience - will never forget it. Just wish I could replay the smelling sessions with the actual scents in my head.  
Ah, the good old days! Betcha she might do that again if you ask REALLY nicely!
That sounds incredible, spiral.

When my wife and I were dating, she worked as a bank teller and often wore the same pair of black tights for two days in a row... without washing her feet. By the end of day one, her feet smelled very strong when she took off her flats at the end of the day. After two days, they positively stunk (in the best way possible). I always looked forward to removing her shoes and giving her long foot rubs, which of course she loved too.

But even they weren't the stinkiest female feet I ever encountered. There was a cute female coworker who wore the same sneakers every day. She usually wore tan knee-highs as well. After I'd been working with her for about a year (and she was still wearing those same sneakers), one day she complained her feet were sore.., and took them off. My God, the smell that came up from her feet/sneakers was otherworldly. She almost immediately put them back on, as she profusely apologized for the stench of her feet. Of course, I told her it didn't bother me... while she was wincing and coughing from the overpowering smell of her own feet.
Feet dreams are made of stink...who are we to disagree?
My ex wife had the some of the smelliest yet prettiest feet I’ve ever had the privilege on sniffing.Early in our relationship we lived in central Florida and she had to wear black socks and black shoes for her job add to this the Florida weather and her naturally smelly feet and I was in heaven.She had been teased by her family for years about her smelly feet her size 8.5 reeked!she discovered my appreciation for this delicacy and quickly began to enjoy me sniffing g away at her damp foul after work soles for the remainder of our marriage damn near daily I posted pics here In the den!
Feet dreams are made of stink...who are we to disagree?
I'm quite lucky that there is a lady I see who allows me to regularly sniff her feet. I'm not a huge fan of bare feet, I only really like sniffing feet in stockings or tights, prefer tan/skin over black. When I do sniff her feet its always in the evening after work. She works as a hairdresser so shes on her feet all day and her feet smell differently depending on what shoes she has worn. When she wears her well worn lether black ankle boots with tan/skin coloured tights all day the smell is incredible 
For my 18th birthday my ex-girlfriend or her friend nylon type sucks inside her leather loafers and she was a receptionist and she tied me down on Friday after wearing them Monday through Friday taped my mouth shut and spread eagle tied me to the bed at the hotel and knew it was too much for me to handle that she kept smiling and telling me sucks the baby cuz I asked for it
Second smelliest fear of socks I bought off of a stripper after her long shift in Providence
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The photo is not mine. Credit goes to ditteslegsandfeet_official
That’s her Instagram.



It’s been a rough long couple of weeks since the previous encounter with my friends mum.
However that was only the beginning of what was to come. I still had to deal with her two friends who were equally as keen to watch someone whimper under their feet.
I could only be thankful that I didn’t have to deal with all 3 of them at the same time.

Of course the 3 of them were discussing and planning how they were going to do things. I didn’t have a say as I wanted to have as little input as I could.
They came to the arrangement that Ditte would go first as she was due a pedicure and thought I’d be useful. Mimi wanted to wait a while as she REALLY wanted to stink her feet up to push my limits. My mates mum and Mimi would often get competitive so I have a bad feeling they were doing something similar here.

I’ve never gazed eyes upon their naked feet before so I had no idea what I was up against. All I know is that Ditte gets through shoes and socks very quickly due to her feet sweating them away.
I shudder at the thought that the acidic sweat would be rubbing on my face soon. They were bound to smell.
They were initially happy with sorting something out ASAP but my friends mum managed to rope them into waiting at least a week. Well Ditte would be after a week. Mimi was going for the week and beyond.

The day came round and as I didn’t know where Ditte lived, we met in a park near mine. I sat on the bench sweating with nerves under the heat of the sun looking around anxiously waiting for her to emerge.
Soon enough I saw someone approaching me with long dark hair, piercings on her face. She was also wearing black leggings with grey flats. I knew she was into piercings and tattoos but I didn’t expect her to have tattoos on her feet too.
On a more positive note, she was rather friendly given the whole situation. She just smiled as she took a seat next to me and we talked a little bit before heading off. I initially thought we’d just be walking to hers but it seemed as if we had to get in her car and drive.
As comfortable as she made me feel before, she had to make it clear that it would be different in hers as she’s heard what I’m like and doesn’t want me to jeopardise her experience.
I just subtly nodded in agreement. She tried to fight her case in a way she found funny by telling me that pedicures are so expensive nowadays and a foot guy like me would be perfect for her.

She must have lived a good 15 minutes away at least. We exited the car and I followed her into her house as she closed the door behind leaving her shoes on.
We sat next to each other on the sofa and began to talk. My friends mum told her that I’m a major squirmer so restricting me would be advised but she showed some kind of remorse.
She wanted to give me an opportunity to do it willingly so she wouldn’t have to make me feel trapped but warned if I acted like a bitch then she’d make my life hell.
Of course I didn’t want this to be too difficult so I told her I’d try to comply.
As I sat on the sofa, she swivelled her legs up onto my lap with her feet still in her flats now in my hands. She turned on the tv and just watched it as she slid her soles around my cheek.
“I’m gonna take my first shoe off now and I warn you, they’re not gonna be nice”.
She slipped it off to reveal her big sole. They were kind of teal coloured toes and she had the tattoo of a triangle near enough on the sole of her foot. They were a little dirty and very wet from sweat. Toe jam had been gathered between the toes and her flat looked mega worn. Her long toes were also slightly callused.
“As you can see, we have a lot of work to do” she said as she wriggled her toes.
The fragrant foot smell was wafting up my nose and made my cringe my eyes.
“Something wrong?” She asked.
I told her no as she requested me to rub her foot.
My hand now had her slimy foot grease over it as I caressed the foot from top to bottom.
She now pushed her foot into my nose burying it in her toes, pushing me into her soft sofa.
I muffled something out of instinct and she pulled her foot away.
“I’m trying to be nice here but you’re making it difficult. I’ll give you one more chance”
I nodded as she proceeded to mush her sour feet into my face.
I was trying so hard to hold it together until she started to gently pry my mouth open with her toes.
At that point I pushed away wiping my mouth.

Ditte our her legs back down and reached into the draw to the side. She pulled out some rope and tape.
She leant over me and pushed me down into the sofa with her knees digging into my shoulders. She applied the tape onto my mouth and wrapped the rope around the back of my head.
She now had complete control over me. Almost like I was her puppet. She kicked her other shoe off which was just as damp and proceeded to rub them around my face.
She clearly had enough at this point as she was now doing small talk.
“Sniff”
She said as she would make me sniff in between her long toes. I would snort pieces of toe jam which made me feel very nauseous.
At one point she completely buried my face in her feet almost like they were a mask keeping the smell close and compact. I would moan for air begging her to stop but she was just not interested and decided to sit watching the TV.

She would hold my face down with one foot now as I heard her rattling as if she was searching for something. I heard scraping and the sound of something delicate landing in a plate. I couldn’t see though as I still had a face full of foot. 8 minutes later she would switch foot and the same sound could be heard.
Soon enough she removed her feet from my face. I felt relieved to get some fresh air.
“I’ve just removed the hard skin from between my toes and as a punishment. I’m gonna have to make you eat the remains”
I started to freak out and break away.
She held me in place by grasping the side of my head with both her feet. Almost like a vice as she peeled the tape from my mouth.
“Please stop. This is a little far!” I pleaded but she wouldn’t accept my wishes.
“Open”
I held my mouth tightly shut. I wasn’t gonna let her get to me. She pinched my nose with her fingers and until I had to breathe with her foot trimmings in the other hand. Time went slow and my stamina was running low. I thought she’d give up but I was wrong. For what must have been 2 minutes, I finally had to open my mouth to breathe and without hesitation, the skin was poured into my mouth.
I shrieked with horror as they hit my tongue and more tape was on my mouth so I couldn’t spit them out. They tasted salty and nasty. I was gagging and gasping.
She tried to hush me as she explained that the tape would it come off until she was sure I swallowed her foot dust.
For an entire 45 minutes I was sniffing her potent feet until I thought I had no other choice.
I grit my teeth and swallowed as I nearly gagged it back up but held it down.
This made her laugh but also cheer for me.
She took the tape off again and congratulated me. She asked me to do one more thing as I sat beneath her. I had no choice but to obey.
She wanted my to now lick and suck the rest of the sweat from her feet. I was broken and gave in as I licked the tattooed soles from heel to toe over and over sucking where the skin used to be to make it soft again.
Soon enough she got off me as I regained my breathing. She dried her feet up and started analysing them.
“You did a pretty good job in the end. I’m glad we did this. We’ll have to do this again at some point”.
I just stared at her with my eyes still watery from the ordeal.
I was just thankful that this was over and it was just Mimi left. Little did I know that hers would potentially be the worst.




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The next session in this series involves nylons instead of socks (and so it's more to my, umm, taste ).
Wow.

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