Miss Lilly: He’s so hungry for my stinky socks.
It was a hot day, and I was sitting on the sofa, unwashed and relaxed. There he was—my little submissive, waiting impatiently beside me for minutes. His eyes glowed with greed as they wandered to my feet.
I stretched out my legs and examined the socks I’d been wearing all day. The scent of sweat and warmth filled the air, and for him, it was an unexpected invitation. “You want to smell them, don’t you?” I asked him with a challenging smile. He nodded quickly, unable to hide his greed any longer.
I lifted my foot slightly and let him take a closer look at my stinky socks. He closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent as if it were the sexiest thing in the world. Every time he smelled them, he seemed to go into a frenzy. “Come on,” I urged him, “you know you want more.”
His hands trembled slightly as I allowed him to touch my socks. He pressed his face into the fabric, losing himself in the intense experience. I watched him, fascinated, as he sniffed my socks as if it were the sweetest reward. “Put them in your mouth,” I finally said, a hint of authority in my voice. “You know you want to.”
He obeyed immediately, and I watched him hold my smelly socks between his lips. His gaze was filled with ecstasy; he was completely in his own world, caught up in the passion for my foot and sock scent. It made me proud to have so much power over him, and I enjoyed every moment of this dominant role. On this hot day, I was the queen, and he was completely at my mercy—and I loved it!
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