Foot Binding Smell Novels & Stories

I'd help out with clipping his nails during the day while he was napping or just brushing his long hair. "Uh, you've got a bit of a smell on you." He said it when I got home from work and didn't have time for a shower before heading to his room. He looked a bit puzzled. "Wait, are you telling me it's bad?" I took a look at myself, a bit taken aback by what he said. I'm a little worried that my sweat smells really bad. He said, "You smell like blood." I was caught off guard for a moment, but then I laughed and said, "It's not blood, it's just steel. They smell the same." I tried to come up with a excuse, but my foot moved back from where he was sitting.

I was puzzled why it smells like this when I just changed my bedsheet the other day. I said, full of certainty, "I think I've found it already." Shun appeared behind me right away, and he exclaimed, "Oh. Where?" as he peered over the corner. Under the bed, I touched my bedsheet. When I noticed something underneath it, my eyes widened, and I instantly yanked it out. My mouth dropped as I realized the cause of the foul smell that surrounded my entire room. It was a pair of socks. I immediately blocked my nose with my arm as I lifted the pair of socks. What the hell! It looks like it was stuck under my bed for like a week.

And he tosses my flip flops off. He grabs my foot and tries the smallest boot. “Yow” I yell out. After he roughly tried to pry the boot in and off my foot. “Definetly to small” he looks up unsure and tosses the boot aside. His hands linger at my foot and he gently holds me in place while pressing into my arch and kneading at it like I’m at a Chinese foot spa. It’s actually quite nice.

I said quickly as I tried to pull back, but his hold was both gentle and firm around my foot. "I know. But, those are not exactly walking shoes you wore. Your feet must be aching horribly." He commented almost like a dragon the smoke poured from his mouth as he pushed his thumb up from the middle of the arch of my feet all the way to my toes. It was amazing to feel him pushing against the sole of my foot. The comforting smell of the smoke was pretty much forced up my nose because of the way he was below me. I sighed and leaned back on the step behind me, elbows on the wooden landing in front of the door.

My boobs were hurting me, that I so much wished I could remove my bra. Then I smelt it, it smelt like jasmine. I used to love the smell of jasmine. But this time around the smell of jasmine was horrible, it smelt like smelly armpits, rotten eggs, and all disgusting smell rolled into one. These smell made me retch and retch, I began to find it hard to keep standing. Suddenly my feet gave way and a blanket of darkness enveloped me. I could hear voices, but it sounded distant. "Oh my goodness, is she dead!"

"This is why it's important to wear socks," Dylan said with a lighthearted chuckle as he carefully applied some soothing cream on the sores on my feet. They were blisters, he said. And apparently, it was caused by the hours of walking without socks on. "Ow," I grumbled, pulling my foot back.

Lolchan and Ray finished up with my loads, I marched forward with my strong bolt having a mental at the tip. Such shoes were go for wolves who frequent the woods, looking for innocent wolves as a target. And well, this time around the target was not in the wood, but a pack. Haha.. As I walked into the cabin, a strange smell engulf my nose and no other person than Ray would cause that smell. Smell of dirty clothes like drags. Smells like cow dung. “ What is that Smell?” my deep voice made him shivered as if he had just seen a ghost, he knew the question was directed to him, but I didn’t say one more word before he ran to do the needful.

I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway. “Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot. “They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself.

There are no pictures of dad falling during his wedding dance. I hate girl shoes. They go between your feet in unnatural ways, like flip flops, and make your heels ache. Beauty is painful. We have years of human history to back that up. My mom told me about the ancient Chinese performing a foot binding on their women's feet. I didn't understand what she meant until she showed a thirteen-year-old me the pictures of tiny shoes and broken feet. After she educated me, I was terrified of wearing lady's shoes. It is my prom day, and I am still fearful of wearing shoes that make my toes moan and ache.

I understand it is his house and his rules, but some rules are in need of breaking. Carrying on down the hallway, I become very aware of my uneven gait, my slipper whispering along the floor, his boot clomping. “How are you managing to keep my boot on ?” He asks. “I stuffed newspaper into the toe and around the sides, filling up the space around my foot. A trick I learned from my mother, who always bought our shoes a bit large so we could grow into them and they would last longer”. I explain.