The Mominatrix returns triumphant from cheerleading practice, Her gym locker socks absolutely toxic after weeks of teenage sweat and dirt. "Miss worshiping My feet, toilet?" She mocks, dragging Her pathetic pet from its pink cage. The leash gleams as She yanks it tight, leading Her blindfolded sl*ve like the foot-addicted sub-human it is.

Using the sl*ve as Her personal stepping stool, She climbs onto the counter, making sure to grind Her filthy sneakers into its worthless flesh. "Open wide, foot b*tch. Time to taste what's been brewing in My locker all week." She drags Her dirty soles across its desperate tongue, leaving trails of bl*ck grime. "That's it, doormat - l*ck up every nasty bit of dirt. Now swallow... good toilet. Tongue back out."

"G*d, these socks are absolutely disgusting," She laughs, making it remove Her sneakers with its teeth. The once-white socks are now a revolting yellow-brown, stiff with crusty sweat and bl*ck with ground-in filth from ten straight practices. "Look how stained they are... all that teenage foot sweat just fermenting in My locker. Breathe deep, sl*ve. Get f*cked up on My toxic cheerleader stink."

She shoves the first putrid sock deep into its g*gging mouth. "What's wrong, having trouble breathing through all that concentrated foot stink? Too bad." She yanks the leash tighter as it struggles, eyes watering from the overwhelming stench. "That's right, ch*ke on it. Taste every bit of that rancid sweat I've been saving for you."

The sl*ve retches helplessly as She works the second filthy sock in alongside the first, its mouth now c*mpletely stuffed with Her rank foot wear. "Mmm, look at you struggling to breathe through those nasty socks. This is what you were made for - being My personal sock disposal."

She keeps the leash tight while making it endure the overwhelming foot stench, watching with cruel amusement as it fights for every breath through Her toxic socks. "Getting dizzy from My foot funk? Good. Maybe next time I'll make you wear these as a gag all day, really let you marinate in My superior foot stink."

For the finale, She slowly pulls the spit-soaked socks from its gasping mouth, then immediately presses Her bare, sweaty feet against its face. "Clean every inch of My feet while you catch your breath, toilet. And don't worry - there's plenty more dirty socks in My locker for next time."

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