Sniff-Respecting

My mighty and magnificent master-sir often has me sniff-respect his pretty girlfriend’s sweaty, warm, freshly-discarded boots whilst she lovingly cuddles up to him on the sofa. To the master-sir, her love and affection. To the slave – her sweaty bootsmells!

Sniff-respecting my master's girlfriend's sweaty discarded boots...

...next to her sweaty-socked foot

I am surrounded by feminine sock and boot smells...

...vert tart; very vinegary!

The mistress's socks are creased and crumpled on her shapely calves

Those sock creases shall no doubt require to be nose-straightened in due course!

Mustn't touch the mistress's skin whilst I am nose-straightening the tops of her socks!

Meanwhile, the happy couple above me are being all lovey-dovey

My own master's smelly feet are nearby

I am, of course, much more familiar with his manly footsmells, since these are the feet of my OWNER!

I have been required to sniff-respect my master-sir's sweaty, bare feet on many an ignominious occasion!

I'm just a slave of feet, of boots and of socks - the FEET, BOOTS and SOCKS of my BETTERS!


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