Foot Binding Smell Novels & Stories

I саn fееl hіѕ аrmѕ tіghtеn аrоund mе. I’m not gоіng tо get аwау without a fіght, ѕо I ѕtаrt tо kick at his аnklеѕ and ѕhіnѕ. Thе ends оf mу shoes are роіntеd аnd сарреd wіth little brаѕѕ triangles mounted оvеr thе lеаthеr, but hе dоеѕn’t еvеn seem to feel іt. Hіѕ breath ѕtіnkѕ аnd I feel ѕісk.

"These are all fungi and your wound is deep. From now on, you have to clean your foot like this every day. Also, it's best for you to be on bed rest, don't wear shoes, and don't wear socks. Your foot got into this state because you've covered it up too much." Sabrina used her hand to hold Isadora's foot down and washed it with salt water over and over again. The dirt cleaned from her foot combined with the water in the bucket was enough to fill more than half the bucket. It was so painful for Isodara that she almost fainted. However, after her foot was all cleaned up, she felt like her foot did not seem to itch much anymore. Although it was painful, the pain was a kind of relief.

Then Soren lowered himself onto one knee. He took out a pair of soft flat leather shoes from behind his back and placed them in front of her. After that, he gently lifted one of her feet and examined it. The unexpected gesture left Meryl unsure what to do. She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but he did not release it. Soren studied her foot. It was beautiful, small enough to rest neatly in his palm, with ten rounded toes that looked smooth as jade. The high heels must not have fit properly. Her heel and toes were rubbed red, and a blister had formed beside her smallest toe.

Her heart had raced. Her body had responded. Everything had felt so real. Too real. And then— During their intimate moment, something changed. She noticed it first as a faint discomfort. Then— A smell. Her nose wrinkled in the memory. Body odor. It was so strong and unpleasant. Her brows had furrowed in confusion. David… wouldn’t smell like that. Would he? Then she noticed his feet. The smell was worse there. Her stomach churned just remembering it. She leaned closer in the dream—

“I came to you because I need help, not because I need you telling me my instincts are wrong.” She lifted her hands. “Alright. Sorry. Describe the smell again.” “Sulfur. Rotting.” Nadia frowned and thought for a moment. “It could be the illness,” she said. “Bodies breaking down sometimes produce strange odors. Medication can do it too.” “Then why can’t anyone else smell it?” “Maybe the mate bond makes you more sensitive.” “Or maybe the mate bond is the problem.” The words hung between us. Nadia looked at me like I had suggested the sky was green.

“Oh, God, yes.” She took his hand and he carefully pulled her to her feet, handed over the slippers. Without a word, she threw them into the fire. The horrible brown, orange, and mustard material flared and flamed, the soles started to split apart, and she wrinkled her nose at the acrid stench. “How is it that they smell worse than they look?” she asked Ice. “These things are truly, truly diabolical. We might need an exorcist if they start to reform and rise out of the fire.”

She could smell the faint aroma of cooking dinner spread around the house but her anxiety made her feel restless so she folded the page properly and put it back in her jeans pocket and came to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed and tried to get comfortable for a second before taking off her special customized converse shoes and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. She took a long shower to wash away the hospital smell and the memory of her meeting with her father before she focused on her foot. Slowly she took off her prosthetic toe which she used to cover her fourth and fifth toe of right foot. She raised it off with warm water making her feel refreshed from her bath as it felt n

The pungent smell makes me gag. Throwing my boots to the ground I rubbed my temples, drawing my fingers down over the scruff of a beard that had begun to grow. “You alright man?” Mason asks as the others walk ahead. “Yeah,” I nod, but then we both look down at my feet. “They don’t look ok.” Mason points to the blistered red feet, “They don’t smell so good either.” I would have told him to fuck off, but he was serious with the scowl on his face. “Jungle foot.”

Annie frowned and said, "Cursida Claire, is that you? Maybe you should go take a shower." I quickly looked down and sniffed my clothes. But I had just showered, so how could I smell? "It's not me…" I then realized I was wearing slippers. "Is it the slippers?" someone suggested. "Stop talking nonsense! Those are my dad's slippers, and they're new. The smell is coming from you, Cursida. Do you have athlete's foot or something?" Annie said, looking serious. I didn't know whether to take the slippers off right away or try to explain.

She was here, she was all real and she was going to be mine. I leaned a little to touch her aligned toes. They were beautifully sculptured in descending order from the thumb to the pinky finger of her feet. I bent further to place a kiss on the middle of her right foot and ascended my lips as they kept striking with her smooth skin until they reached her knee, I sniffed her fragrance. She smelled like a divinely heaven-made angel only made for a broken sadist like me. Every time her sweet lilac smell entered my nostrils made me lose my mind even more.