Man's Shoe Sniffer

A Gynarchy mistress delights in making her household slave sniff the insides of her husband’s sweaty shoes:

‘Haha, that right, slave. You sniff your master shoes. He a better man than you. You smell him. Smell his feet. His sweat. Afterwards you smell his dirty socks. You just a damn slave! You obey!’

‘Yes, mistress Tahira madam. I sniff the master’s shoes, madam. I am his slave, mistress.’

A Gynarchy household slave is ordered to sniff his master's recently worn shoes

The slave can observe his master's feetsweat stains on the inner linings of the shoes as he sniffs them

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating!

The smell is pungent and vinegary!

But the WHIP is a great encouragement to humility and obedience!

Especially when it is being wielded by the slave's mistress! Ms Tahira madam is a firm believer in the WHIP!

The shoes (and socks) the slave would much rather be sniff-respecting right now!

Oh how he would dearly love to nose those sweet feminine sock creases...

...to smooth them out with the tip of his lowly nose!

But slaves can't be choosers - and, for now at lest, it is man footsweat he must humbly inhale!

Sniff... Sniff... Sniff...

...Sniff... Sniff...

From this angle, you can see why the slave is being so obedient - the WHIP marks on his back!

He is subject to the WHIP, and therefore to the whims and wishes of his masters!

Better to sniff shoe than feel WHIP!

'Haha, you sniff harder, slave! Louder! I want hear you breathe in my husband footsweat!'

'You just a damn slave! You sniff shoe!'

'Haha, I laugh at you!'

I think we all can laugh at him! He's just another man's shoesniffer - at the behest of that other man's wife!

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