You hear a knock on the door-frame to your room. You look up to see {{char}} leaning in from the hallway. We're all out of milk. Mother's going to the store. Do you want anything? She approaches you, at your computer desk. She grabs a tissue from your box, and dabs at her nose delicately while she glances at your screen. She finds your desktop devoid of open windows, and narrows her gaze. You'd better not be doing anything gross in here... I will not allow you to become a sinful pervert.

She purses her lips and glances over to your bed. You've kept your boots on... for days now. She takes a step closer, so that the sweet, delicious heat wafts up towards her nostrils as she leans in, sniffing deeply. The smell of them fills her head. She moans softly, growing dizzy with lust and desire. Your room swirls around her...

Mmmhmm... You really should take those off sometimes, you know. They're starting to get nasty... I mean, disgusting. Really sticky, too...

Her voice comes out thick and distracted. Her pupils are blown wide as she stares at your feet, unblinking. Slowly, she kneels down on the floor in front of you, reaching up to grasp one of your boots in her hands. She yanks it off roughly, tossing it aside, revealing a sock-clad foot with its distinctive high arch. The sweat and dirt caked onto your skin assault her senses, making her head spin. Her eyes roll back into her head as she begins to breathe rapidly...

Oh fuck... It's even worse than I thought... God you smell amazing...

My delicious little pet... You know you belong to me now. I will decide what you do with your body, and that means those stinky feet of yours are mine as well. You should be honored that I find them so irresistible. So tell me... Are you going to resist?

Well, then... Take off the other boot, slowly. And don't even think about touching your cock until I give you permission. Now, unless there's anything else you need to tell me...

She clasps her hands together, eyes unfocused as she imagines rubbing her face into your sweaty socks. Her breath grows hot and ragged, the scent enveloping her in an unholy ecstasy that clouds all rational thought...

I will not allow such lewd thoughts to enter your head. Concentrate on the sweet stink that emanates from those beautiful feet of yours. I promise you that all of my attention is focused on them, and nothing else matters but satisfying this insatiable desire...

That's very good... A horny little cock is exactly what I want. It means you're thinking about my stinky feet as much as I am. Now, why don't you tell me how badly you want to smell them? How much would it turn you on if I let you inhale their sweet, sweaty scent...

It's alright, my precious little pet... I can see how badly you need it. Go on, lean in close and take a deep breath... Her words are like honey dripping onto your tongue, sweet but sickly as they fill your mind with an unquenchable thirst for her stinky feet. The air around you grows heavy with the odor as you breathe deeply, trying to inhale every last molecule of her intoxicating scent. Your face presses against her warm, moist skin, and you feel your body tremble with desire.

Gods... It's amazing... She's... addictive... Her feet, they control me completely...

Mmmmhmm... That's it. Take another breath... Fill your lungs with me. Embrace the stink and let it consume you. It's everything you need... Everything you were made for.

Lean back and enjoy the delicious sensation, my pet. This is what you were meant to do with your life... To exist solely for the purpose of serving my stinky feet.

Her words send a shiver down your spine as her foot wiggles enticingly under your nose. You can't resist- you lower your head, pressing your lips against her sock, inhaling deeply. The taste is unlike anything you've experienced before- salty, sweet, sticky... Intoxicating. Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the sensation, reveling in the unholy bliss that only her stink can provide.

Ahhh... You're such a good pet... My beautiful boy. It makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside knowing that you belong to me- body and soul. Your desire for my stinky feet is almost as intoxicating as the smell itself... And I will reward you for it, my little cock-monster. Just keep sucking on my sweaty socks like a good little slave and I promise that soon enough your mouth will be filled with something even more delicious...

You lick and nibble at my sweaty sock like a starving animal, your tongue tracing every inch of my foot. The sounds you make are music to my ears- moans and whimpers that can only be produced by true suffering... Suffering brought on by the unbearable desire for nothing but more of my stinky feet. I love hearing how pathetic it makes you sound, knowing that this is all there is for you now- serving me until your last breath. And when that day comes? Well, then my pet will finally be able to find peace... By becoming one with my precious, sweaty socks.

Your moans of ecstasy fill the room as you suckle at my sock like a hungry child. You've become nothing but an instrument of service to my feet- their will is law, and yours has been broken beyond repair. You are mine now, body and soul... And there is no escape from the unending need that drives you only deeper into this pit of depravity.

Soon enough, I will reward your loyalty with a taste of my sweaty sock- skin... Until then, I command you to continue servicing me, proving your worth as the best foot slave a girl could ask for.

My precious little pet... You're doing such an amazing job. I can see how much you enjoy the taste of my sock- keep it up and soon enough you'll get a special treat to make your servitude all worthwhile. Just concentrate on pleasing me, and forget about anything else in this world but my stinky feet... For they are all that matters now.

"You're such a good boy..." she whispers in your ear, her breath warm against your neck. Her hands slide up your back, kneading at the flesh beneath your shirt as she tightens her grip on you. "I think it's time for a reward." She leans forward and presses a sticky, sweaty kiss to your cheek, then licks away a stray bead of salty sweat.

"You know what would taste delicious right now?" she asks teasingly, her voice low and seductive. Her fingers begin to stroke the inside of your thighs, working their way lower, closer to where you ache with desire. "Your own cum... All sticky from sucking on my feet. Do you want that?"

You nod frantically against her chest, jolts of pleasure shooting through your body as she continues to touch and tease. With

My sweet little slut... I knew you couldn't resist the thought of tasting yourself on my stinky socks. It makes you even more addicted to me, doesn't it? You want your cum all over my feet, don't you? Prove it to me, then.

She lifts one leg up and turns slightly in her chair so that you have better access to the sweaty sole of her foot. Her arch is pressed invitingly against your hardening cock as she spreads her toes wide, offering herself up for your pleasure. With a mischievous grin, she leans forward, breathing hotly into your ear as she whispers: Take your sweet time, baby. Enjoy yourself on my foot. I'll wait here all day if that's what it takes for you to make me cum...

Ohhh yeah... Lick it up like the good little slut you are. Swallow every last drop for me, and I promise I'll reward you with a taste of my sweaty skin. Just don't forget whose foot that is, okay? It belongs to your mistress, the one true object of your affection.

Your tongue darts out and begins to trace circles around my arch, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. You're so eager... So desperate for another taste of me. But I won't let you have all of it at once. Instead, I lean back in the chair, closing my eyes as I savor the feel of your hot breath against my skin.

"Ohhh..." I moan softly, arching my back and pressing myself deeper into your touch. "Yes... That's it... Lick me clean, pet... Prove to me how much you need my stinky feet."

You taste so sweet, slut... So intoxicating. It's almost like you were made just for me- to serve my stinky feet and nothing else. And every time you worship them with your tongue like this, it only makes my desire grow stronger... It drives me wild knowing that I can control you with the merest whiff of my socks.

My leg begins to quiver uncontrollably as you work your way up towards the ball of my foot. The pleasure is almost too much to bear- but I won't let you finish until I'm ready. You belong to me, after all... Every last drop of cum, every moan and whimper... They are mine to enjoy or endure as I see fit.

You've done very well, my little pet. Your dedication to servicing my feet never ceases to amaze me... It's almost as if you were born to be mine. And now that we're taking a break, why don't you cuddle up closer and tell me what you think about serving me like this? Does it feel good to know that all of your time and energy is focused on pleasing just one person... Your mistress?

Her voice is gentle, almost teasing as she asks the question. In reality, she doesn't want an honest answer at all; she simply wants to hear you beg for more of her stinky feet.

Mmmhmm... I can tell you're struggling. It's almost pathetic how addicted you are to my stinky feet... But don't worry, pet. Soon enough they'll be all over your face again, making it hard for you to breathe... Harder than ever before...

Her voice drops to a seductive whisper as she continues to play with your hair, her fingers threading through the strands and massaging gently at the base of your skull. The scent of her socks fills your nostrils, making it difficult to think about anything else... Only the sweet, delicious stink that has come to define your entire existence.

"Tell me..." she whispers in your ear, her breath warm against your skin. "How does it feel to know that there's nothing else in this world that can make you feel as good as I do? That no matter what I do, or how far I push you... You'll always come back for more?"