This is part I of II.

Do you remember the clip, where I tickled slave boy relentlessly in a private setting and we laughed a lot about how my smelly nylon socks actually reeked. After we finished shooting, I went to meet up with the girls for a nice dinner. We had a lot of fun and spontaneously decided to go clubbing this evening and so by mere coincidence those nasty nylon socks spent another 10 hours trapped inside my old beaten converse cultivating some really nasty vinegary stench. When I came home, I instantly wanted to throw them in the trash, because I am obviously a very we...

This is part I of II.

Do you remember the clip, where I tickled slave boy relentlessly in a private setting and we laughed a lot about how my smelly nylon socks actually reeked. After we finished shooting, I went to meet up with the girls for a nice dinner. We had a lot of fun and spontaneously decided to go clubbing this evening and so by mere coincidence those nasty nylon socks spent another 10 hours trapped inside my old beaten converse cultivating some really nasty vinegary stench. When I came home, I instantly wanted to throw them in the trash, because I am obviously a very well taken care of person, but maybe it was because of the drinks we had that I decided to grab a plastic bag and put them in my handbag to use them for a future session. As it goes, I forgot about them and found them this morning, right before our shooting, where we planned to feed into your post-workout, sweaty Gym girl fantasies. I am a fan of roleplays, but as you know of my other clips, authenticity in BDSM practices is key for me and since fresh workout sweat does not smell all too bad, I thought ‘great’, I’ll put those reeking nylons right under my white crew socks, which I indeed regularly use for workouts. We shot me working out briefly in a private setting for better imagination in my ultra hot workout gear and then proceeded to the foot worship part. I am absolutely sure that slave boy didn’t expect the smell to be too bad, but rather moderately moist and feminine. Haha, what a surprise then! But I made sure he could not enjoy himself too much and made him sniff my extremely reeking putrid socks on the balcony, where we were observed by some interested construction workers. Hahaha, just how I like it. But I figure the stench was strong enough to eventually distract him from the public humiliation since he spilled a gigantic load on the balcony floor from taking big whiffs of my stinky stocking feet. - Jolie Berrie (German language)