Princess Melody: Socks in your mouth – smell them first, then lick my feet clean
I sit there, legs spread, my pink socks still on – cute, but completely soaked with sweat, pale pink now almost gray, the smell so sweetly musty that it instantly turns your head. My slave kneels before me, eyes glazed, mouth already half open. “Take them off,” I say calmly, but sharply. “With your teeth. No hesitation.”
He leans forward, bites into the soft, damp fabric, pulls slowly – I can already feel his tongue licking through the sock, hot and greedy. The fabric slides down, and the smell of sweat explodes: salty, sweetish, my pure foot odor. I just nod: “Now stuff them in yourself. Deep. Until your cheeks bulge, until you can only breathe through your nose.” He does it—pink sock full in his face, already drooling. “Smell it. Deep in. This is your perfume today. And now… keep it in until I say you can spit it out.”
My bare feet are glistening, damp, large, my toes still sticky. “Stick your tongue out,” I command. He licks between my toes—that’s where all the sweat, all the dirt is. I press my foot against his face, rub it until he’s trembling. “Suck each toe. One by one. Swallow my juice until you gag.” Just before he collapses, I nod: “Spit it out. Quickly.” The pink sock plops out, wet and crumpled. “Now the feet. Lick. Everything. The sweat from the soles, between the toes—I want to hear you swallow. My whole day is yours now.” He dives down, tongue everywhere, drooling, gagging, and I just smile. My big, sweaty feet are his heaven.
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