It’s utterly pathetic, isn’t it? The way you obsess over my filthy cotton socks, like the deranged little foot pervert you are. I know exactly how much you love the thought of me wearing the same pair for three days straight. I’ve been on a girls' retreat, starting each morning with stretching, meditation, and an hour-long hike—working up a deliciously sweaty, filthy scent just for you. Go ahead, take a deep inhale. Let the pungent aroma of my socks overwhelm your senses. Breathe it in and feel your addiction to my feet grow stronger with every whiff. You’re completely hopeless, aren’t you?...

It’s utterly pathetic, isn’t it? The way you obsess over my filthy cotton socks, like the deranged little foot pervert you are. I know exactly how much you love the thought of me wearing the same pair for three days straight. I’ve been on a girls' retreat, starting each morning with stretching, meditation, and an hour-long hike—working up a deliciously sweaty, filthy scent just for you. Go ahead, take a deep inhale. Let the pungent aroma of my socks overwhelm your senses. Breathe it in and feel your addiction to my feet grow stronger with every whiff. You’re completely hopeless, aren’t you? So hopeless that even the smell of my socks has you throbbing with need. That’s right, you’re nothing but a rock-hard, helpless little foot boy, utterly enslaved by my power!