My magnificent master-sir has me sniff-respect his pretty
girlfriend’s sweaty jogging sneakers and socks fresh off her feet after her
early morning run, as she is seated in front of me in his bedroom. He demands AUDIBLE
sniffs to the SOCKS, much to their erstwhile wearer’s amusement!
‘Sniff my girl’s socks, boy! Inhale their aroma. And make
sure your sniffs are audible. I wanna hear your nose inhaling her sock
sweat!’
'Yes, master sir. I obey you, master sir. God bless you, master sir.'
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| ‘Sniff my girl’s socks, boy! Inhale their aroma. And make sure your sniffs are audible.' |
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| 'I wanna hear your nose inhaling her sock sweat!’ |
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| Such pretty, pedicured feet! |
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| And yet, I must sniff-respect their sweaty, discarded SOCKS! |
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| It is, I suppose, an aroma fit for a footslave... |
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| ...Stinky! |
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| The erstwhile wearer of the SOCKS looks down upon me with the contempt I so richly deserve! |
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| Meanwhile, you will note that my master-sir is himself SOCKLESS inside his shoes? |
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| My magnificent master-sir often goes SOCKLESS! |
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| As is his perfect right! |
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| What must this bright and beautiful young woman be thinking of me... |
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| ...her boyfriend's girlfriend's DIRTY-SOCK SNIFFER? |
