Caught Under the smelly Black Socks of a Nerdy Student – Lady Lina
Here he lies now, head down, completely at the mercy of my feet. Helpless and delivered to me. I look down at this pathetic little slave and ask out loud:
“Well, worm… do you want to sniff and lick the musty black socks of a nerdy, smart student? Or would you rather be trapped underneath them while I slowly crush you?”
I try both. Sitting comfortably, legs relaxed and crossed, I press my slightly damp black socks harder onto his face. The warm, sharp scent of a long day spent in tight shoes rises straight into his nose.
“Breathe deeply,” I command. “This is the scent of your mistress. The scent of an intelligent student who spent the entire day bent over books and is now wiping her tired feet on you.”
I rub the soles slowly back and forth, pressing the fabric into his skin, letting the intense sock scent soak deep into his face. His nose, his cheeks, his mouth – everything should smell of it. Of me. Of my feet.“This is how I mark slaves,” I whisper with pleasure. “With my foot scent. From today on, your face will stink of my black socks. You belong to me. And anyone who smells you will know exactly who owns you.”