Public Sockslave Booth

In the public sockslave booth, the public sockslave must sniff his customer’s sweaty-socked feet after her workout.

Imagine what it must be like to have another person’s black, cotton sock descend mercilessly onto your upturned, confined face. As it slowly looms into view, the first thing you notice are the damp, darker patches of foot moisture on the sole of the sock – particularly beneath the toe area. Then you espy various little bits and pieces of sock detritus stuck to the surface of the sock – hairs; fluff; dust; dead footskin – and all of them heading your way! As the sock touches your naked nose you can even start to discern the individual stitches in the sock with your frightened eyes!

And then, of course, there is the aroma – the ammonic, vinegary smell of sweaty foot odour that invades your breathing space. Your nostrils are soon overwhelmed with the aroma of sweaty sock – as is your entire face which soon will reek of your customer’s socksweat as she rubs her stinky sock moisture into the very pores of your skin.

You now stink! Your face stinks! You grimace. You sigh. You are now nothing more than a stinking sockface. No wonder the customer looks down upon you with contempt writ large on her pretty, fragrant face!












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