You're obsessed with fishing nets on my feet. You are the slave of my feet, you kneel before my feet and, at my command, smell them very gently, but very carefully. Piece by piece you run your nose over the soles of my feet, absorbing their scent. You admire and adore my feet, fishnets are your fetish too. Feet and fishnets drive you crazy and fucking obsessed. I open my fingers and you inhale the scents between them. Stay here and wait for me to come back to you.