At Her Feminine Sock Mercy

The volunteer, prison-visitor mistress revels in her power over the unknown prisoner-slave confined in front of her in the dungeon stocks. And not just in the power of her whip to hurt him, but also in the power of her socks to humble him. For her socks are dirty and sweaty, having been inside her sneakers all day. And so she holds the grubby-white, reinforced toe areas up to his nose – making him breathe in her vinegary sock stink.

Ha! Ha! No wonder she’s laughing at him. He is completely at her feminine sock mercy!








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