Worn

Sock and foot worship, denial. ~42 min.
Forty-two minutes of keeping you exactly where you're happiest: face down in something that smells like me, jerking, never allowed any more than that. I peel my worn socks off right in front of you and let you press them to your face, let you breathe me in and stroke and worship, and I never once let you have the rest of me, because the never-more is how I love you. I adore you down there, nose buried in the warm damp fabric, sniffing like the little loser you are. I weld the ache of wanting the real me straight onto the relief of being kept to my smell, and I make the smell itself a trigger that drops you on the spot. It's permanent, and I built it out of love, which holds way harder than any insult. From now on a certain smell and you're mine again, on your knees, breathing in, gone.
Tags: femdom, foot worship, sock sniffing, scent, denial, loser humiliation, permanent, deep trance