Ill let the slave loosen my boots. In there hides a personal gift from me – only for him! My feet are wrapped with a foil and have not lost a drop of sweat to the outside. Ive been in them all day. They are wet, sweaty in their nylon tights and a lovely wet nylon foot smell will rise in his nose as soon as I unwrap the foil from my nylon feet. To keep his senses focused on the smell, I them in his mouth. From now on breathing only works in combination with smelling my stinky and wet nylon feet! Thats a great gift! Or maybe not?!…
