You thought you could get away, but now you're mine forever, my pathetic foot sl*ve, trapped on the floor with your mouth sealed tight with tape. I'm lounging in the chair right above you, facing down, my legs dangling so close you can already feel the heat radiating from my sneakers. You're going to spend eternity here, foot smelling sl*ve, no escape, just endless service to my sweaty feet.

I’ve been at practice all week, and these are the same socks I've worn nonstop in my sweatiest sneakers ... rank, damp, and packed with a week's worth of foot sweat. I kick off one shoe, the pungent aroma h*tting you like a wall. Breathe it in, foot sweat inhaler! Its kind of hard not to when I’m pressing the open shoe right against your nose, encouraging the trapped stench deep into your lungs hehe.

I peel off the other shoe, dangling my socked foot inches from your face. Smell your new reality, foot sn*ffing sl*ve, I start clamping my toes over your nostrils and pinching hard. You have no choice but to inhale deeply, the sharp smell of week-old sock sweat flooding your senses. I grind the sole against your taped mouth, making you savor every whiff, pinching again and again to pull in those long, encouraged breaths.

I slowly take off my other sock and I rip the tape from your mouth in one quick yank, I shove the b*lled-up socks inside, the salty, soaked material muffling any screams. I slap fresh tape over it all, I don’t need to hear anything from you. Your mouth's my sock wash machine now, and soon for the whole team's sweaty socks. You'll soak up every drop of our foot sweat like the devoted foot sweat sl*ve you are. I press my perfect toes back to your nose, my toes pinching your nostrils shut, causing another deep inhale of the intense essence of my smelly socks that linger on my feet

You'll clean Me and all My teammates feet with your nostrils, foot smelling sl*ve, like a toe jam vacuum, sucking in every fleck of dust, every clump of toenail jam we have whenever we please. You'll only eat our foot dust, our toenails, our toe jam, no more, no less. Your drinks? Just our foot sweat straight from the source, or that special toe jam soup from our foot bath water after games. Eternity as my foot sn*ffing sl*ve, nostrils working overtime on every sweaty sole I tell you to serve. Each deep breath pulling you deeper into servitude, you’re trapped in a cycle of smells.

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