Lady Melody’s pink socks already stink terribly, and I’m supposed to lick them.
Lady Melody knows I must obey her commands, and she enjoys it. She makes me kneel before her and orders me to kiss her dirty Dior sneakers and greet them properly. Then I’m supposed to take off her airtight sneakers, and this intense odor wafts from the shoes. The smell is best described as “salty vinegar.” The toes of her pink socks are particularly stinky. The dusty soles tell me how long she’s been wearing them; a mixture of foot sweat and musty dust is right in front of my face.
“Go on, lick them and press your face into my socks!” I hear her say. I press my face into her large feet and inhale the foot odor of this mistress, then begin to lick greedily. Yes, the socks really stink, but it’s still an honor to be allowed to taste her sock sweat. She giggles because I am her first foot slave and in the past no one has ever licked her feet with their tongue, and certainly no one has ever licked her stinky socks.
