Hold Into Smelling Feet

Well my little foot victim! There you are lounging in front of me binded, gaged, being vulnerably at my grace. Fortunately I put my boots on today. Those boots in which my socked nylon feet indeed embark to sweat. In those boots my feet are stinking so hard that I only take them off with distaste. Ill press my intensively smelling feet right in the middle of your conk and you can do nothing against it. With every breath Ill obscure your birdbrain a little more. After being held in captivity by the smell of my feet Ill reintegrate you into society. See for yourself as long as you know whats going on.