Prepare yourself for a legend, the most pungent, disgusting gym socks ever! Witness the result of approximately 30 workout sessions without washing. Observe the holes in the toe area! As a goddess, I never wash my filthy gym socks, leaving that task to submissives such as you, who clean them with your mouth! While you inhale the odor of my damp, foot-sweat-infused socks, I will comment on your fascination with my snow boots at the gym – are you hoping for a sneaky sniff? Pathetic!
As you breathe in the terrible smell, notice the sheen on the bottoms of my socks – the result of weeks of dried, caked-on foot sweat! They almost stand upright on their own! The stench is so intense that I, the goddess, struggle to bear it! I can’t believe you lowly foot-worshippers find this arousing!
Then, I remove my room-clearing, filthy, foot-funk socks and order you to adore my soft, warm, and malodorous bare soles… and, as your goddess, I command you to comply, regardless of how humiliating or foul-smelling the task.
I make you kiss my sweaty soles for a while, then order you to lick my feet as I relax and occasionally flex to admire my toned biceps. I am your superior, a divine feminine entity worthy of your adoration and submission, even if that means being humiliated and walked over.
Look up at my smirk as you lick my horrible-smelling feet and listen to my laughter at your pitiful self. Such is the fate of a beta sissy foot-worshipper.