Scent Fetish - Scent Study Club

Last night, I dreamt I was back in middle school. My neighbor, a high school senior, lured me to her room under the guise of playing a game. Once on her bed, she tied me up with stockings from her closet, calling it a "kidnapping game." To my shock, she then shoved her still-warm, incredibly foul-smelling socks into my mouth. The stench was almost unbearable. When she stepped on my face with her other foot, still clad in a sock, I thought I was going to suffocate. I jolted awake, a strange sense of loss washing over me. Even now, as a college student, I can't forget how that high school girl bound me with various stockings, nor the smell of her foot socks. That experience awakened my masochistic soul. In front of my parents and friends, I'm still the model student, acing my exams and getting into music conservatory. I've perfected my facade, never revealing my true self. But when I'm alone in my rented room, I transform. I don the pink leotard, insert a large inflatable butt plug, attach several vibrators to my penis, and bind myself with a web of ropes. My wrists are secured with handcuffs, and my mouth is stuffed with the pungent socks I've pilfered from the girls' dorm. Yet, these simple pleasures no longer satisfy my escalating desires. The high school girl from my dreams appears more frequently. Sadly, her family moved away after I finished middle school, and I never had the chance to smell her socks again. It's Sunday again. Bound by ropes, I writhe on my bed. The automatic masturbator on my penis spins rapidly. Pink wires extend from my anus, connecting to a controller dangling from my stocking-clad thighs. Small, pink, oval vibrators rub and buzz inside me, their My real name is Lin Xiaobei, but I go by the alias "Xiao Bei" on forums and various QQ groups. Because of my preference for self-bondage, I specifically pestered my parents in high school to enroll me in a street dance class. I trained my physique and flexibility to a level I was generally satisfied with. Looking at the self-bondage video I had just recorded on my phone, I saw myself with my ponytail tied up, wearing a semi-transparent latex mask over my head. Through the mask, one could faintly see the smelly socks stuffed inside. I was wearing a pink leotard with pink tights, making me look like a well-endowed girl. My group friends often teased me about it, and many new members genuinely mistook me for a girl. I closed the video with satisfaction, planning to post it on the forum later. Only then did I notice the group member who had just sent me a private message. I reached out and opened QQ. The profile picture of the group member who messaged me was completely black. Curious, I opened their profile and found it was a new account. I didn't know if it was a male or female, but they had specifically mentioned my forum pen name when adding me as a friend. Seeing the message this person sent me, I couldn't stay calm. Several pictures showed me wearing a leotard, bound in various positions on a bed. My nose was either stuffed with socks inside a gas mask, or I had socked feet, so dark I couldn't tell their color, shoved into my nostrils. These were screenshots from the self-bondage videos I had previously posted on the forum. It seemed this person was a loyal fan. However, this person then sent a voice message. I clicked play, and a strong, clear female voice came from my phone. "I've been following your novel and videos for a long time. Your QQ profile says you're also in Changsha. Have you heard? A new shop just opened in Tianxin District, apparently specializing in friends like us who enjoy scent play. Are you interested in checking it out together?" Hearing the girl on the other end of the phone tell me this news immediately piqued my interest. I'd been in Changsha for so long and had never heard of such a place. My previous simple self-bondage had long ceased to satisfy my growing desires. I had been wanting to find someone with the same hobby to play with for a long time, and I never expected it to be a girl inviting me. The desires deep within me were ignited. I quickly typed on my phone, wanting to ask her where the shop was. But the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have disappeared, never replying to my message. I was a bit disappointed. Could it be a friend from the group playing a prank on me with a voice changer? I had mentioned my wish in the group chats before: to find a girl with a similar interest in scent play and be thoroughly dominated by her. There weren't many girls in this circle to begin with, let alone ones who liked scent play. Such a girl was probably one in a million. I dismissed the message as a bored joke, sighed, and turned off my phone screen. I balled up the smelly socks I had used to stuff my mouth and the smelly stockings that had covered my face and threw them into the trash bag. I also put the ropes and various props from the bed into the storage box. After all, it would be awkward if a classmate came over and saw a bed full of props. After tidying up, I went out. In the following days, this stranger never replied to my messages. I went back to my studies with peace of mind. Daily practice and classes gradually made me forget about it. The days went by in a cycle, and soon it was the weekend. The last class hadn't ended yet, but my mind was no longer on it. The teacher was droning on at the front of the class, while my mind had already flown back to my rented room. I hadn't engaged in self-bondage for a week, and my desires were already unbearable. The socks of the dance students were like poison, eroding my will. I couldn't wait to bind myself tightly to the bed, forcing myself to smell the sweaty socks of the dance students until I climaxed. As soon as the dismissal bell rang, I rushed to the cafeteria like a shot. I grabbed a quick dinner, went back to the dorm to get some daily necessities, and informed my roommates that I wouldn't be staying in the dorm for the next two days, asking them to cover for me when the counselor checked the rooms. My two roommates were already used to me not being in the dorm on weekends, so they readily agreed. Then, I dashed out of the dorm. A jolt jolted me from unconsciousness. Though not fully aware, a dull ache permeated my entire body. Darkness surrounded me, and my mind felt foggy. The last thing I remembered was being attacked from behind by a girl, and then nothing. Suddenly, I realized my predicament and tried to sit up to see what that girl had done to me. But my hands and feet felt alien, completely unresponsive. I took a deep breath, attempting to twist my body and rise. Instead, a pungent, fishy odor filled my nostrils, nearly making me pass out. The acrid smell jolted my senses, clearing my head. I began to assess my surroundings. It was pitch black. Every slight twist of my body met a flat, board-like resistance. I seemed to be trapped inside a box. A thought struck me: had the girl who knocked me out put me in this box? A violent jolt confirmed my suspicion. My body slammed against the box walls with dull thuds, each impact sending waves of pain through me. I cried out, but my mouth was stuffed, filling my oral cavity with a dense, packed sensation. The girl had definitely gagged me. My limbs slowly regained sensation, and my sense of smell and sight gradually returned. A stale, fish-like stench permeated the box. Something was covering my nose, and each breath required immense effort. Worse still, the material covering my nose emitted a smell so foul it made me want to vomit. I thrashed my head desperately, trying to dislodge the gag and breathe more freely. Something tight around my head constricted the gag against my nose. No matter how I shook my head, the foul-smelling fabric seemed fused to my face. The agonizing sensation of suffocation felt like drowning. I could only try to breathe through my mouth, but the girl hadn't spared that either. The pain in my jaw, threatening to dislocate, and the salty, foul taste in my mouth made me curse her inwardly. Kidnapping me was one thing, but to gag me to the point of near suffocation was another. The lack of oxygen made stars dance before my eyes. The already stuffy box, combined with the nauseating fabric restricting my nose, turned my face a deep red. I couldn't continue like this; I feared I would suffocate in this box. Though I had experimented with self-bondage before, I had never gagged myself so thoroughly. I forced myself to calm down, treating it like a self-bondage session. My first priority was to free my hands. The jolting of the taxi fully roused me from my daze. Though I couldn't see, the tight sensation on my body and the ache in my joints told me the restraints were far from simple. My legs were drawn up tightly to my chest, pressing against me, making even the slightest movement impossible. My ankles seemed bound together. My hands were clasped tightly behind my back. The restraint on my arms wasn't constricting like a rope, but rather a complete wrapping, as if my arms were glued to my body, rendering them almost numb. The pain in my twisted arm joints made me bite down on the foul-smelling fabric in my mouth, trying to alleviate the agony. A sliver of hope remained. I had considerable experience with self-bondage, and as long as it wasn't handcuffs or wooden stocks, I could usually work my way out with time. The sensation around my wrists wasn't tight enough to be handcuffs, but when I tried to extend my fingers to loosen the restraint, they felt glued together. My entire hand was bound into a fist, and the strength of my fingers alone was insufficient to tear away the outer wrapping, let alone loosen the wrist restraints. To my dismay, the girl had even bound my fingers. I frantically tried to pry them apart. The jolting of the box and the sounds of the outside traffic intensified my urgency. I wanted to make some noise, to alert the driver to the commotion inside the box. After a while, my palms grew sweaty, feeling slick and sticky. Suddenly, I remembered seeing videos of Western bondage artistry where tape was used to bind fingers. If I could transfer the sweat from my hands onto the tape, its stickiness might decrease, and I might be able to free my fingers. With renewed hope for escape, I rallied my spirits and began to pull at the tape wrapping my fingers. It was then I discovered a layer of silk-like material on the outside of my palms, with hardened lumps. Without tearing through this fabric, no amount of force from my fingers could loosen the outer tape. The girl had anticipated every possible escape method. The tight restraints completely extinguished any hope of escape. Despair washed over me, and I slumped in the box, emitting muffled groans. I had completely lost my composure, no longer caring how to escape the tight binding. I frantically slammed my back against the box walls, my gagged mouth producing the loudest possible cries for help, hoping the driver would notice the anomaly. Unfortunately, the taxi driver was blasting a popular song from his car stereo, seemingly lost in the rhythm, completely oblivious to the fact that his passenger's suitcase contained a tightly bound living person. The girl, however, was the first to notice the disturbance from the suitcase. Feeling it shift against her legs and hearing faint rattling sounds from within, she knew I had woken up. A knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach. This was her first time kidnapping a guy who shared her interest in scent fetishes. Even as fellow enthusiasts, if anyone discovered she was transporting a living person in her suitcase, she'd have a lot of explaining to do at the police station. She had intended to release me from the box once they reached the shop, but the drug's effects had worn off much faster than anticipated. My violent struggles nearly sent the box tumbling from the back seat, startling her. She quickly reached out and steadied the suitcase, leaning her entire body against it, using her weight to hold it down. This was torture for me, trapped inside. The already cramped space and tight bindings made my joints ache. Now, with her leaning on it, I felt like I was being squeezed into a distorted shape. I couldn't move an inch, let alone struggle. The pain made my entire body hypersensitive. The foul, fishy odor from the fabric over my nose seemed to intensify tenfold, assaulting my brain with every desperate breath. I wished I could return to unconsciousness, to escape the stench and her crushing weight. It wasn't over. Sensing my struggles weakening, she seemed to indulge a cruel whim, reaching into the suitcase and pinching my flesh through the fabric. Being ticklish, this made me want to writhe even more. The girl was clever. Though she couldn't see where my ticklish spots were in the darkness, she alternated her pinching positions and locations, observing my reactions. Whenever I thrashed violently, she'd press down hard on that spot. In the darkness, I bit down on the foul fabric in my mouth, enduring the unknown assaults that could come at any moment. My sides, the most intimate area between my thighs, and my buttocks were all pinched. The relentless torment left me utterly drained. Breathing became increasingly difficult. The damp, foul fabric over my nose, now thoroughly soaked with my exhaled breath, clung to my nostrils. Each breath felt like an all-out effort, and the stale, suffocating odor filling the box made every inhalation a torment. Just as I thought I would suffocate in the small suitcase, on the verge of losing consciousness, I heard a creak outside, followed by the sound of brakes. The jolting of the box stopped. Had the car stopped? After a long while, only the car's music reached me from outside. There was no other sound. I concentrated, straining my ears to listen for any external activity. However, the covering on my head seemed to envelop my ears as well, muffling everything to the cacophony of music. Had I been abandoned in the car? Bound as I was, even a slight movement was difficult. If no one came, escape from the box was impossible. Fear began to creep in, my mind racing with anxious thoughts. Suddenly, the box lurched, hitting the ground with a thud. My head spun, seeing stars. Then came the sound of the box being dragged across the ground. It seemed the girl had reached her destination. At least I wasn't left alone in the suitcase. I let out a long sigh of relief, wondering where this girl had brought me. With the press of a button, the roof creaked and groaned. I then noticed a pulley hanging from a metal bar above, its chain descending into the pile of socks below. As the button was pressed, the metal chain rattled upwards. A human-shaped figure slowly emerged from the heap of foul-smelling socks, seemingly having been buried for too long. It appeared unconscious, its body entangled with various fresh, smelly socks, as if it had been wrapped entirely in foot-sweat-soaked hosiery. "If you'd like your pet to experience the 'Original Sock Pool' as well, you can make a reservation with our front desk a month in advance," the guide explained. Huang Jinglin seemed stunned by the sight, never expecting a person to be buried within this pool of stench. As we stood speechless in our surprise, the sock-wrapped figure, as if catching a whiff of fresh air, began to writhe frantically. The acid-smelling stockings and socks clinging to its body shook loose, one by one, gradually revealing the form beneath. The bulge in its lower half made it clear this was a male. Through the few remaining socks, I could see he was wearing a white canvas straitjacket. The chain from the pulley was attached to its belt, leaving him dangling precariously in mid-air. The white straitjacket looked as though it had been soaking in the sock pool for a long time, stained a pale yellow by the foot sweat from the girls' fresh, original smelly socks. His hands were bound tightly across his chest by the straitjacket, explaining why he couldn't escape the sock pile no matter how much he struggled. His lower body was bare, devoid of any restraints or clothing, with only a cylindrical, bullet-shaped vibrator attached to his penis. A faint, fluctuating buzzing sound could be heard from his rear. "This guy isn't just enduring the smell of various dirty socks. See those toys on his lower body? Those are our premium items. The bullet vibrator and the inflatable butt plug will change their vibration frequency based on his struggles. The less he struggles, the higher the power of these toys. And if he stops moving, the butt plug and bullet vibrator will emit increasingly strong electric currents to stimulate him, keeping him conscious to fully enjoy these fresh, smelly socks." The man dangling in the air seemed to recognize the guide's familiar voice and began to struggle desperately, trying to break free from the straitjacket. Muffled groans escaped his lips as he thrashed his head back and forth. Socks fell from his head one by one, revealing a black leather hood. The guide operated the pulley, slowly moving the suspended man to the edge of the sock pool. She then produced another key from her lace garter and unlocked the hood from his head, finally revealing his true face. Beneath the hood, the man wore a medical speculum, his mouth stretched wide open and tightly bound with multiple layers of transparent tape, covering his entire jaw up to his nose. Through the tape, one could faintly see colorful fabric within. His eyes were also covered with black tape. Even with the hood removed, he couldn't see his surroundings. More shockingly, as if to ensure he inhaled the full aroma of the sock pool, his nostrils were stretched wide open by four nose hooks, the elastic bands connecting them converging at the back of his head. His deformed mouth and nose made him almost unrecognizable. As the man struggled, the buzzing from his lower body seemed to diminish slightly. Seeing our astonished expressions, the guide, reaching to remove the tape from his mouth, continued her explanation. "To prevent the yelps of these little puppies thrown into the sock pool from startling passing guests, the doors and walls of these rooms are soundproofed. However, perhaps the electrical stimulation from the toys on their penises was too intense. One or two guys previously couldn't bear the torture, and their cries for help were still heard by guests outside. Since then, we've changed the rules: their mouths must be sealed tightly so they can't make a sound, forcing them to obediently enjoy the smelly socks." No wonder Huang Jinglin and I hadn't heard a thing outside. I never imagined this room held such secrets. We both followed the guide's hands with our eyes. Perhaps because there were so many layers of tape around the suspended man's mouth, the guide struggled to pull it off for a long time. Growing impatient, she resorted to brute force, yanking downwards with all her might, distorting the man's face. The pain caused him to emit muffled groans through the fabric in his mouth. After a considerable effort, the tape finally came off. As if deliberately to show us, the guide began to pull out the fabric from the man's mouth, piece by piece, throwing them before us. First came two pairs of flesh-colored, short stockings with darkened toes, then a pair of pale pink ankle socks with completely yellowed soles, followed by a pair of black lace panties stained at the crotch. I thought that was it, but the man continued to gag, his stiff tongue pushing outwards. Like tattered rags, yellow and black fabric pieces were expelled with each heave of his tongue, landing on the floor. Only then did I realize these shredded fabrics were the cut-off tips and soles of numerous short black stockings, nearly a dozen of them. No wonder the man couldn't make a sound. "Do my sister's socks and panties smell good? Let me see if you've washed them clean with your saliva. Good boy, I'll get you fresh ones later." The man, still suspended, angrily shook his head, finally expelling all the fabric from his mouth. Nausea and suffocation left him in agony, retching uncontrollably. The guide pressed another button on the wall and continued to explain to us. The roommate, of course, didn't mind. At this moment, she had no idea that the smelly socks she'd worked hard to produce during her training that day were stuffed into my mouth. After chatting and complaining about tomorrow's training for a while, everyone went to shower. Huang Jinglin also lay on her bed, planning to play on her phone before sleeping. Just then, she suddenly saw the app she had just downloaded on the desk. Right! She hadn't tried the remote control yet. It would be fun to test this feature. Thinking this, Huang Jinglin pressed the remote control switch on the app and randomly pressed a few buttons. She then realized that even though she pressed the buttons on the app, she couldn't see my reaction, who was bound in the vacuum sleeping bag. After playing with the app for a while, Huang Jinglin felt a bit bored. She wished she had installed a camera in the room to watch me while controlling her remotely; that would have been more interesting. Sleepiness gradually crept in, so Huang Jinglin simply set the app controlling the vibrator and dildo beneath me to random mode, tossed her phone aside, and closed her eyes to sleep. I, trapped in the vacuum sleeping bag, didn't have such a good time. I don't know how long I was in the darkness, but I finally woke up from my stupor. Just having ejaculated while smelling Huang Jinglin's smelly socks, the suffocating smell of sweat after exercise made my head spin. I wanted to shake my head to recover from the dizziness, but the tight sensation of the vacuum sleeping bag prevented me from even turning my neck. What made it even more painful was that my restored sense of smell was once again assaulted by that musty odor, as if Huang Jinglin had just stepped on my face. No, I must have been unconscious for quite a while. Huang Jinglin should have left long ago. Why was there still this stale, fish-like smell? I couldn't care less at this point. My breathing was already restricted to two small holes in the hood, and now these holes seemed to be blocked by something, making every breath require almost all my strength. The air I inhaled, filled with the musty smell, made my vision blur. No matter how loudly I cried for help, the surroundings were silent. Huang Jinglin and the guide girl must have already left. I guessed that Huang Jinglin had probably covered my breathing holes with the fresh, smelly socks she had just taken off her feet. I could only try to concentrate on controlling my breathing, to avoid inhaling so much of the sock's smell. The latex was tightly clinging to my body. Even if I wanted to shake off the socks covering my nostrils, it was futile under the latex sleeping bag. I could only wait in the darkness. Having lost my sense of time, I didn't know what time it was. I remembered Huang Jinglin saying she would let me out after training the next day. This meant I had to endure a whole night and day in this vacuum latex sleeping bag. Unlike being bound by ropes, with ropes, I could at least try to untie the knots and escape. But the vacuum latex sleeping bag was so tight that it left no gaps. My fingers could barely move, let alone escape from it. I could only silently endure the fresh cotton socks covering my breathing holes, waiting in the darkness. Time seemed to have frozen. Gradually, I slowly got used to the smell of the socks covering my nostrils. As long as I didn't inhale too much of the sock's smell at once, I could still manage to stay somewhat comfortable. Time ticked by, and in the darkness, I began to feel drowsy. My mind wandered to the treatment I would suffer tomorrow. I fell asleep, accompanied by the smell of fresh, smelly socks. In my semi-conscious state, a sudden vibration beneath me almost made me jump out of the sleeping bag. My groggy consciousness was instantly awakened by the stimulation on my penis. I didn't know what she had done to my lower body. It felt as if countless vibrators were buzzing around my penis. My previously limp penis immediately became hard. I had been played with by Huang Jinglin once before, and the "sage mode" had long since passed. My penis was completely out of my control. At this moment, I didn't know that Huang Jinglin was playing with the remote control app in the dorm, activating the vibrator attached to the outside of my penis through the vacuum sleeping bag. As she continuously pressed the intensifying and weakening buttons on the app, the vibrator on my penis constantly changed its frequency. Already struggling to breathe, this stimulation made it even harder for me to control my breathing. The vibrations, like ripples, washed over my consciousness. My gradually heavier breaths intensified the feeling of oxygen deprivation. I could only increase the force of my inhalations to draw more air, saturated with the smell of foot sweat, through the musty cotton socks covering my breathing holes. What I couldn't bear was that the vibrator on my penis pulsed with varying intensity, as if deliberately provoking me. Just as I was about to ejaculate, the vibration on my penis would suddenly lessen, preventing me from reaching climax. The socks covering my nostrils had been absorbing the smell for so long that the odor had faded considerably. At this point, the musty smell of foot sweat was more like an aphrodisiac, causing my desire to erupt. I wanted to actively move my penis to meet the vibration of the toy, to be able to ejaculate. But even my penis was tightly pressed against the latex sleeping bag, beyond my control. At this moment, the right to ejaculate was entirely in Huang Jinglin's hands, but she, lying on her bed, was completely unaware of my current suffering, still playing with the app on her phone. Suddenly, a vibration much stronger than ever before pulsed on the corona of my penis. The buzzing sound could even be heard through the vacuum sleeping bag, as if something was directly pressing against my penis. How could I, already burning with desire, withstand such stimulation? After a long moan, even the vacuum sleeping bag that encased me trembled slightly. Finally, I could no longer resist the stimulation of the vibrator and the four stimulators. My penis erupted, reaching its peak. I used all my strength to breathe. The cotton socks Huang Jinglin had just taken off, covering my breathing holes, wrinkled due to my airflow. The musty smell of sweat, combined with the vibration on my penis, made me feel as if I were in the clouds. After a series of spasms, I collapsed powerlessly inside the sleeping bag.