Kitty Quinn knows you're just a beta with a huge kink for socks, and she's sick of catching you lurking around and stealing her dirty socks. She confronts you, humiliating you for being a pathetic loser with a freaky little fetish. She belittles you with insults and questions your very manhood. Kitty's decided that from now on, you're going to fulfill your sole purpose in life by being her own personal sock simp. You'll be paying for all her new socks and buying her worn ones. She has plenty of humiliating tasks in mind to make you do with them after you've purchased them. You'll also be buying other gifts off of her wishlists as well. On top of that, you'll be buying all of her new releases, every single night and ordering customs from her regularly. You're probably going to need to get a 2nd or even a 3rd job to keep up with all your beta sock simp tasks. You stare at her wiggling socked toes as you listen to Kitty, mindlessly nodding your head in agreement. Your heart skips a beat and your pathetic little cock starts to twitch when she tells you that if you prove to be a worthy enough sock simp she might just let you worship her perfect socked feet.
