One pair of socks, one long weekend away, and feet that are now truly ripe. Lucky slave. I’m on a call with my friend as he kisses the bottoms of my shoes, and we both giggle at what a loser he is. Then the shoes come off. Mismatched socks, one with holes worn through the sole, both soaked in a weekend of sweat. His face gets buried in them while I carry on my conversation like he’s not even there. Hear him gag. Hear him sniff. And before I shower, I decide his mouth is the cleanest way to wash my feet. Every sole licked, every toe sniffed. Stinky foot worship for a tied-up loser. Every gag and every sniff comes through loud and clear, so turn the volume up and imagine it’s your face buried in those holey socks while I laugh with my friend.
🖤 Mistress Mercy Rage 🖤 Do you deserve my Mercy… or my Rage?
One pair of socks, one long weekend away, and feet that are now truly ripe. Lucky slave. I’m on a call with my friend as he kisses the bottoms of my shoes, and we both giggle at what a loser he is. Then the shoes come off. Mismatched socks, one with holes worn through the sole, both soaked in a weekend of sweat. His face gets buried in them while I carry on my conversation like he’s not even there. Hear him gag. Hear him sniff. And before I shower, I decide his mouth is the cleanest way to wash my feet. Every sole licked, every toe sniffed. Stinky foot worship for a tied-up loser. Every gag and every sniff comes through loud and clear, so turn the volume up and imagine it’s your face buried in those holey socks while I laugh with my friend.