Trampled under my socks

Goddess Sheila: Trampled under my socks. The little loser on the floor likes my socks. The smell, the taste and the sight. He likes my little smelly black socks so much. He can first smell my shoes and socks before he gets to feel me and my socks. I’ll show him how a rug feels under my socks and under my weight. I’ll kick the slave flat and walk over him like he’s just a worthless rug. I will walk on him and dominate him. He will moan, but that’s a moan of pleasure beneath me. It is an honor for him to be my carpet and to feel my socks.