Household Sock-Sniffer

























The lucky house-slave gets to sniff his master's girlfriend's socks on her feet after she has taken off her boots. It is such a privilege for him to sniff where this bright young woman's feet have been and to inhale her sweaty foot odour. Looks like he has been whipped for the privilege, though!

Do you think her toenails are painted red inside her socks - to match her fingernails?

A note from the slave in this scene:

It is right and proper that I should be whipped by my master-sir for the honour of sniffing his girlfriend's warm socks. The socks are moist and ripe and emitting a smell that is fit for a footslave's nose. The wearer of the socks, and my master-sir, can't smell it, as they are both too far away from the socks. Only I, a slave, am expected to be intimate enough with the socks in order to be able to smell their sweaty, stinky aroma. Indeed, the whole air that I breathe is contaminated by sock right now. And yes - to answer your question - I can just detect that the pretty mistress-madam is wearing bright red nail varnish on her toenails beneath the black cotton material of her sock. Again, you have to be really up close and personal with the sock to be able to see that. 

Note how the pretty mistress completely ignores me. She only has eyes for her handsome boyfriend - my master-sir - not the pathetic, whipped socksniffer at her feet! I feel both humbled and honoured at the same time!

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