I can feel that I can breathe some fresh air.

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I'm a first-year high school student. I don't know when it started, but I've developed a liking for other people's feet, socks, and shoes, especially rubber shoes and cloth shoes. Every time I see them, I get a comfortable feeling; my eyes are glued to them, my heart races, and my breathing becomes rapid. Whenever this happens, I try to satisfy myself, so I joined the student council's Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) club. The club mainly teaches Sanda, Karate, and Jiu-Jitsu, as well as fitness. Learning martial arts is secondary for me; the main thing is being able to see feet, socks, and shoes. Because I don't study diligently, my martial arts skills are never very good, and most of the time I get beaten up. However, I actually enjoy being beaten. I feel a sense of satisfaction afterward, but since it's a public place, it's mostly just regular kicking, punching, and grappling—nothing too extreme.
Once, a classmate from the club complained in the group chat that some people didn't pay attention to personal hygiene; their socks and feet were too smelly, making practice very uncomfortable. I've encountered this situation myself. Many students don't care about personal hygiene, often practicing after playing ball or working out. Most people's shoes and socks aren't high-quality; they're often cheap, often from street vendors, and they frequently have an unpleasant odor. This is especially true in Jiu-Jitsu, where two people are grappling at close range, making it easy to smell. Some pranksters deliberately wear smelly socks to sabotage others in internal competitions.
During grappling, they intentionally or unintentionally press their smelly socks against their opponent's nose, causing most people to immediately lose focus, making it easier to win. I've been defeated by this a few times, but I actually quite enjoy the smell. Now, some people want everyone to wash their feet before practice to maintain hygiene, but I don't want that. So, I said in the group chat that smelly socks don't have a big impact; it's more of a technique issue.
At this point, someone messaged me privately, saying that, to be honest, smelly socks would definitely affect performance. I just laughed at her and told her not to make excuses if her skills weren't good. She then asked me if I dared to have a match with her. I said of course I could, and that even if she wore smelly socks, I could still beat her. She said, "Don't cry if you get smelly." I teased her a few more times, and then we made a date: Saturday night, after practice, we'd have a one-on-one match. Whoever lost would get beaten up by the other wearing socks for half an hour. Actually, I wasn't confident I could win, since I hadn't been very focused during practice. But even if I lost, getting beaten up would be nice, so I readily agreed. Soon, the appointed time arrived, and I went to the martial arts gym on time. But when I got there, I was shocked. I thought I was going to be challenged by a big guy, but standing in front of me was a girl. She was wearing a tight-fitting sportswear outfit, but on her feet were thick white cotton socks and a pair of dark green canvas shoes. I kept staring at her feet and her shoes. I found it strange that a girl would be wearing canvas shoes. When she noticed me staring at her shoes, she explained that she was a freshman who had just finished military training. The canvas shoes were what she wore during training, and she'd been wearing the same socks for several days, all so she could teach me a lesson today. She playfully added that if I got overwhelmed by the stench, I shouldn't beg for mercy or cry.
When she took off her shoes, a stench hit me. I felt incredibly excited, but the smell was truly awful; it made me dizzy. In a Jiu-Jitsu match, the distance between two people is very close, making the smell even more pungent. The girl's strength and fighting skills far surpassed mine. After a while, she subdued me with an armbar. An armbar involves clamping the opponent's arms between two legs and pressing one leg against the neck; with enough force, it can cause the opponent to lose consciousness or die.
I patted the girl's leg, signaling that I had given up and could stop. However, the girl didn't remove her leg but instead smiled and asked, "Do you remember what the punishment is for losing?" "Isn't it being tortured by you in your socks for 30 minutes? Come on," I said dismissively, but I was actually very excited. I had wanted to be tortured like this for a long time. "Good that you remember, but don't cry," the girl said with a wicked smile, and then pressed one foot down on my nose and mouth. She pressed very hard, and I felt pain, but more than that, I felt the pungent smell emanating from her socks.
I groaned softly, signaling her to be gentler. She was a little dissatisfied. "Why can't you take this? You're so useless. You think I'll forgive you like this? Hehe, I'll let you taste something even more delicious." Then she took her old canvas shoes, untied the shoelaces, tied my hands and feet together, and sat on my stomach. At this point, I panicked a little. After all, I had never done anything like this before, and I didn't know her at all. I didn't know what she was going to do. I wanted to scream, but she seemed to read my mind. Just as I opened my mouth, she quickly pulled out a pair of socks from somewhere and stuffed them into my mouth. "I'll show you how to scream! Scream!" she said, pressing down on my stomach, making me feel even more pain. She laughed and said, "You know, I've been wearing these socks all these days during military training. I haven't even washed them. I specially saved them for you. They smell good, don't they?" Then, she took her canvas shoes and pressed them directly against my mouth and nose. The stench, sweat, and rubber smell from the shoes assaulted our noses. I had difficulty breathing because it was almost impossible to breathe in air. I inhaled the stench from the shoes, and it made me dizzy and my vision started to shrink. "Am I going to faint from the stench?" I couldn't help but think.
"How does the smell of the liberation shoes? Isn't it strong? I wore them for half a month! If I took them off, no one in our dorm could stay. You're pretty good, managing to endure it for so long. If you like it, smell it more. Here, try this one," she said, putting the other shoe over my mouth and nose.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally removed the liberation shoes from my mouth and nose. I was already delirious from the stench, only able to breathe some fresh air. I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and tried to stand up, but she stepped on my chest, pressing me back down. She was very strong, and with my hands and feet bound, I couldn't resist at all. I could only let her step on me. I saw her chuckle, and I wondered what new tricks she was planning to torture me. She pulled out a pair of pantyhose from behind her back, wrapped them around my mouth, leaving the toes sticking out. She grinned wickedly, "I heard the toes of pantyhose are the most flavorful. I've been wearing these pantyhose in my canvas shoes for days, running the whole time, and I haven't even washed them. I prepared these for you, so you'd better enjoy them." With that, she pressed the toes of the pantyhose into my nostrils. Now I could only breathe through the stockings, inhaling their scent. Compared to the smell of the liberation shoes, the stockings didn't have that pungent, rubbery, sweaty stench; instead, they had a sour, pungent smell, much stronger than the liberation shoes. Her liberation shoes made me dizzy, but I could still bear it, even somewhat enjoy it. However, the smell of her stockings was torture for me, making me feel nauseous. I almost threw up. I didn't know the smell of stockings was so strong. Now I really couldn't take it anymore because my mouth was blocked, so I could only hum to indicate that I was done. But what greeted me was her big foot. She stepped on my mouth, preventing me from making a sound. "Be quiet, I hate humming," she said, stomping on my mouth several times with her foot.
After stomping a few times, I dared not make a sound, and could only slowly endure the torment of the stocking smell. She sat on me, pressing her feet against my face. I could clearly see the soles of her stockings; they were athletic cotton socks, blackened from long-term wear, probably unwashed for a long time. Especially the heels and soles, emitting a foul odor—a mixture of athletic sweat, the rancid smell of long-unwashed clothes, and the stench of rubber. But compared to the smell of the stockings, it was nothing. She rubbed my face with her smelly sock-covered feet, seemingly satisfied with tormenting me, and I enjoyed it too.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally removed her feet, loosened the stockings, and took the cotton sock out of my mouth. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt like I'd been reborn, but my hands and feet were still bound. She stood up and said to me, "A, did you enjoy it? I've taken pictures of you. If you don't want others to see these pictures, you have to do as I say. Give me your phone number, and I'll contact you again. Also, these liberation shoes are yours; I don't need them anymore anyway." As she spoke, she put one of the liberation shoes over my mouth and nose again, securing it with tape so I couldn't breathe. "Enjoy it. I have things to do, but I'll contact you again. That's all for today." With that, she changed her clothes and left, leaving me inside her stinking liberation shoe.
After that ended, I was excited for a long time. Every time I saw her pair of smelly canvas shoes, I felt excited and couldn't help but smell the inside of them when no one was around. After that, she never contacted me again. I thought she had forgotten me, but I didn't dare to contact her first. I always hoped that she would remember me and let me be happy a few more times.
[The End]

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