Princess Bonny: I hate dirty socks—inhale the scent and then lick them clean!
I am Princess Bonny. With a contented sigh, I sink onto the soft bench and elegantly cross my legs. I’ve just come from the gym and wore only socks in the locker room. The locker room was filthy—the other women kept coming in with their dirty street shoes, tracking dirt, dust, and grime everywhere. My white socks absorbed it all and are now filthy. That’s exactly what I hate—dirty socks on my perfect feet.
“Foot slave! Over here!” I command sharply. Immediately, he crawls to me on all fours and lies humbly at my feet. “First, take a deep sniff. These socks have soaked up all the dirt from the locker room—dirt from all the other women’s street shoes. Go on, inhale the strong, mature scent of sports and dirt!”
He presses his nose hard against the dirty soles and inhales greedily. I watch with satisfaction as he trembles. “Now lick them clean. Use your tongue to get all the dirt out of the changing room. I want every fiber bright and fresh again!”
He licks diligently, but after a few minutes, I realize how dissatisfied I’m becoming. The socks are simply too filthy; his work isn’t enough for me. My patience is wearing thin.
“You loser!” I think angrily. With a swift movement, I pull the two stinking, damp socks off my feet and stuff them deep into his mouth. “You deserve this! All the changing room dirt for you!”
Disappointed and annoyed, I stand up, give him a contemptuous look, and leave the room. My bare feet click coolly on the floor.
