Sandra had brought her husband Samuel along with her to a shoe store. Sandra was trying on various shoes, while her husband enjoyed taking peeks of his wife’s feet every time she had removed a pair so she could pick another one, as he had a major foot fetish.

While sitting on a small stool, Sandra had stuck her feet inside of a pair of beautifully sparkling red high heels, posing the heels for her husband by waving her feet through the air. “So, what do you think? Would you be willing to buy these pretty little things for me?” Sandra seductively asked her husband while fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Samuel looked over at the rack his wife had grabbed the heels from, and gulped a little at the sign displaying the price. “Uh, I dunno… those heels look great on your feet honey, but they seem a little expensive…”

Without saying a word, Sandra slowly pulled the heel off of her right foot, and gently set it down on the ground. She rose up off of the stool and walked over to her husband, gripping one of his arms while walking him over towards the heel on the ground.

A very special scent was emanating from the inside of the high heel that Sandra had left behind, and when it entered Samuel’s nostrils, the smell tickled his brain and commanded it to send a message to the rest of his body, causing him to immediately drop down onto his knees, and he shuffled closer to where the heel was standing on the ground.

Sandra raised her right foot until she was touching the back of her husband’s head, before she suddenly pushed her foot forward so that his face was squeezed into the insole of the high heel. She grinded her foot over the back of her husband’s head so that he couldn’t escape and was forced to breathe in the scent of his wife’s hypnotic foot stink.

Samuel’s mind was flashing back to a previous time when Sandra waved a bright blue heel back and forth in front of his face like a hypnotic pendant, before she cupped his nose with the inside of the heel and commanded him to breathe deeply. Since then, Sandra’s foot stench had been permanently engrained into his mind, waiting for the right trigger to unlock his newfound obedience.

Sandra giggled over the sounds of her husband huffing her hypnotic foot fumes. “Well, those heels don’t seem too expensive now, do they?”

Samuel moaned out in pleasure. “No, they don’t.” He answered her back in a monotone voice.

Sandra slipped the other heel off of her left foot and held onto it, commanding her husband to remove his face from the stinky heel and to hand it over to her. Sandra began walking over to a cashier near the front of the store, holding both of the smelly high heels near her husband’s nose, hypnotically leading him to the cashier so he could buy her yet another pair of heels to add to her growing collection.