An Evening Of Socksniffing


























Ms Mukta and her handsome husband, master Simon sir, head off for a fun night out on the town, leaving their pathetic, sock-concentrator slave with his nose buried in a basket of their dirty socks for another lonely evening of socksniffing. And, just to aid his concentration on the humble task in nose even further, they have left their household whip balancing precariously on his bent-over back by way of a reminder of the pain and punishment that awaits him if he hasn’t successfully inhaled all the sweaty, vinegary sockstink out of their stale, used socks by the time they get back!

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