You thought earning the scent meant you were moving closer to me beta.... Poor little thing .... It only proved how low you really are. I'm going to remind you that my socks are not a step toward more access beta they are your ceiling .... You do not deserve my bare feet, my skin, my body, or real intimacy ... You deserve the worn fabric that touched My perfect feet while you stayed beneath me, craving whatever little trace I leave behind. This is a captivating sock worship humiliation .... I make you accept that my worn socks outrank you, that the layer between us is still more than enough to control you, pet.... Being reduced to a sock smelling slave is exactly where you belong.
