It's a beautiful, warm Spring day outside, and I've been walking around in My stiletto knee-high boots the whole day. As you can guess, My feet are now extremely sweaty and need some attention. My mummified foot cleaner is waiting for Me, with only his mouth and nose visible. I've decided to tape his lips shut, so he is to sniff up all My pungent but perfect feet odors, entirely through his nose. he cannot avoid inhaling all the moist scents off My drenched nylon socks. Directly from My toes, straight up inside his nose; the cheesy fragrance wafts directly into his brain, addicting him to M...

It's a beautiful, warm Spring day outside, and I've been walking around in My stiletto knee-high boots the whole day. As you can guess, My feet are now extremely sweaty and need some attention. My mummified foot cleaner is waiting for Me, with only his mouth and nose visible. I've decided to tape his lips shut, so he is to sniff up all My pungent but perfect feet odors, entirely through his nose. he cannot avoid inhaling all the moist scents off My drenched nylon socks. Directly from My toes, straight up inside his nose; the cheesy fragrance wafts directly into his brain, addicting him to My strong bouquet. The single function of My foot mummy today is to sniff and worship every whiff of perfume that rises off the nylons and skin of My sacred toes and soles.