As a scent bitch you have to pay for your kinks. You've grown accustomed to having them used to drain you. You find pleasure in sending tributes and receiving what scraps of attention i give you and now you have slipped even further into your fetishes. You are so grateful as I sit before you, stinky nylon feet ruining your self control. You watch me strip them off and drool, hoping to be graced with their stench or the smell of my dirty used thong.