Miss Elis: Worn for Days – You Will Helplessly Inhale My Sock Sweat
He’s been lying bound on the floor all day, just waiting for me. Helpless. Aroused. Desperate.
I come in without saying a word. I take the tape and slowly seal his mouth shut. Once, twice, three times. Now he can only breathe through his nose. Just as I want.
I sit down casually on the couch, take off my black boots, and hold my white socks right in front of his face. They’re truly disgusting. Worn for days, gray, filthy, stiff with dried sweat. The smell is intense, sharp, overwhelming.
I press both soles firmly against his mouth and nose.
“Inhale.”
He has no choice. Every breath he takes forces him to inhale my heavy, acidic sock smell deep inside him. I slowly rub my damp, smelly socks all over his face, pressing my toes directly against his nose.
“Deeper. Again. I want to hear you smell my sweat. This is your only oxygen now, understand?”
He lies there, trapped beneath my filthy socks, forced to take every single breath I allow him. There is no escape. Only my scent.