It’s a beautiful warm Spring day and I’ve been walking in My stiletto boots for hours, so naturally My feet are soaked with sweat. The perfect moment to bring out My mummified foot addict. Wrapped tight in nylon, with only his nose exposed, he serves just one purpose: to inhale the pungent scent of My sweaty feet. I tape his lips shut so he cannot kiss or lick, only sniff, again and again. Every breath he takes is saturated with the moist, cheesy aroma of My drenched socks and nylons. he cannot resist, cannot escape, and cannot do anything except breathe in the strong perfume of My Divine feet. It’s cruel, yes, but it’s also necessary, this is how I condition My chattels to crave Me deeper, through scent and submission. His cock may be untouched, but his mind is Mine now. Do you think you could handle the intensity of My scent?
