Sweet Predicaments (F/M mostly, some F+/M), #13
Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2023 6:41 pm
Story catalog description: Sweet Predicaments (F/M mostly, some F+/M) (MA)
A series of kinky bondage predicaments and fantasies, some based on real life experiences I've had, and some many clearly in the domain of fiction and fantasy.
"Enjoying the view?" a sweet feminine voice asks me teasingly.
The voice is my girlfriend's. A voice I would recognize anywhere, in any context. While I'm certainly enjoying the full view of her left foot, clad in semi-sheer orange tights, all I can respond is "mmmyyshh", as she had effectively gagged me with several rounds of duct tape, after having first stuffed my mouth with her recently worn panties.
"You certainly don't seem to be enjoying the smell," she adds mockingly.
That was not true! Certainly she could feel my hard-on with her other foot, which was rubbing against my privates, as she lay comfortably off to my side. As for me, I was far from comfortable, tied-down and stretched-out as I was. She had tied my legs together at the ankles and both above and below my knees. Then, she had my ankles tied to the headboard of our queen-sized bed. Finally, she had tied my arms together at the wrists, and pulled them above by head and anchored tightly to the bed frame below the foot end of the mattress. Stretched out as I was, my head pinned between my arms, I could barely tilt my head from side to side, trying to avoid the smell of her foot.
Ah, but how that sweet, pungent smell filled my nostrils. A mix of cheesy, vinegary, and leathery scents, due to her having walked all day in her leather boots, enclosing her sweet little feet, clad in her orange tights she wore to work to match her outfit for the office Halloween party they had. Now, late in the evening, in the privacy of our own home, I finally got to enjoy the scent, but not enough according to my sweet angelic girlfriend.
"You're not inhaling deep enough. Let me encourage you," I hear her say with a slight giggly tone. With her foot filling my view, all I can see is her foot coming down to press tightly against my nose. I can only imagine the view from her vantage as my nose must poke between two of her toes, pressing against her tights. As she pinches my nostrils shut, my breath is cut-off, and I start to squirm vigorously against my bonds and try to turn my head away, both in vain.
However, the real pinch I feel is not on the nose, but on my nipples. As she pinched my nose shut, she also arched her foot up a bit, which caused the chain linking the nipple clamps she had deviously applied after she had me bound to pull tight. The pain, sweet pain, made me moan into my gag. After a few seconds only, but what seemed like an eternity also, she released both the arching of her foot, and the pinching of my nostrils, wiggling her toes through her stinky tights less than an inch from my nose.
Once able to breathe, I was forced to take deep long inhales and exhales, much to the amusement of my tormentor-girlfriend. "That's much better! I enjoy feeling your breath through my tights." I heard and felt her lean back further into the bed, one foot pressing more strongly into my privates, and the other alternating between hovering near my nostrils, or pressing against them and pinching ...
Ah the sweet predicament!
Sweet Predicaments
A series of kinky bondage predicaments and fantasies, some based on real life experiences I've had, and some many clearly in the domain of fiction and fantasy.
#1: Smell my feet; feel the pinch
(F/M)
(F/M)
"Enjoying the view?" a sweet feminine voice asks me teasingly.
The voice is my girlfriend's. A voice I would recognize anywhere, in any context. While I'm certainly enjoying the full view of her left foot, clad in semi-sheer orange tights, all I can respond is "mmmyyshh", as she had effectively gagged me with several rounds of duct tape, after having first stuffed my mouth with her recently worn panties.
"You certainly don't seem to be enjoying the smell," she adds mockingly.
That was not true! Certainly she could feel my hard-on with her other foot, which was rubbing against my privates, as she lay comfortably off to my side. As for me, I was far from comfortable, tied-down and stretched-out as I was. She had tied my legs together at the ankles and both above and below my knees. Then, she had my ankles tied to the headboard of our queen-sized bed. Finally, she had tied my arms together at the wrists, and pulled them above by head and anchored tightly to the bed frame below the foot end of the mattress. Stretched out as I was, my head pinned between my arms, I could barely tilt my head from side to side, trying to avoid the smell of her foot.
Ah, but how that sweet, pungent smell filled my nostrils. A mix of cheesy, vinegary, and leathery scents, due to her having walked all day in her leather boots, enclosing her sweet little feet, clad in her orange tights she wore to work to match her outfit for the office Halloween party they had. Now, late in the evening, in the privacy of our own home, I finally got to enjoy the scent, but not enough according to my sweet angelic girlfriend.
"You're not inhaling deep enough. Let me encourage you," I hear her say with a slight giggly tone. With her foot filling my view, all I can see is her foot coming down to press tightly against my nose. I can only imagine the view from her vantage as my nose must poke between two of her toes, pressing against her tights. As she pinches my nostrils shut, my breath is cut-off, and I start to squirm vigorously against my bonds and try to turn my head away, both in vain.
However, the real pinch I feel is not on the nose, but on my nipples. As she pinched my nose shut, she also arched her foot up a bit, which caused the chain linking the nipple clamps she had deviously applied after she had me bound to pull tight. The pain, sweet pain, made me moan into my gag. After a few seconds only, but what seemed like an eternity also, she released both the arching of her foot, and the pinching of my nostrils, wiggling her toes through her stinky tights less than an inch from my nose.
Once able to breathe, I was forced to take deep long inhales and exhales, much to the amusement of my tormentor-girlfriend. "That's much better! I enjoy feeling your breath through my tights." I heard and felt her lean back further into the bed, one foot pressing more strongly into my privates, and the other alternating between hovering near my nostrils, or pressing against them and pinching ...
Ah the sweet predicament!