‘Oh master please don’t do this!’, you yell at your massive brother. He looked at you once more before replying,
‘Fine. I will give you one last chance to obey me and bow to me willingly as my slave, but just remember that I can always think up a worse punishment if you do not do as I say’, you nodded vigorously and he chuckled.
‘Alright my slave let’s get you back to my stinky socks!’ He ran up the basement steps, his feet slapping on the cold floor. You could only imagine the sweat on them... you shivered in his hand and he chuckled.
‘I am going to have so much fun with you!’, he yelled as he barged into his room and locked the door. Once again your nose was assailed with the rich, musky scent of your brother’s feet, their overpowering smell living in the dirty socks and shoes strewn all over his floor.
‘Now slave, you might want some clothes for your tiny body, not to be warm, no my feet will keep you nice and toasty, but so that you can pleasure me in the best way possible’ You gulped as he pulled out a tiny box and opened it. Inside was a tiny crop top and panties... made from a dark, wet, smelly material?
‘A gift!’, your brother said delightedly, ‘these are made from the finest, smelliest socks I own, my soccer socks!’ You gulped as you thought about his disgustingly pungent soccer socks. He had never washed them, yet he had had them for at least 6 years. As a resulting consequence, they were worn and had many holes in them. They were thick and held the worst, sweaty stink imaginable. You looked at the tiny garments.
‘I made these back when I first imagined you as my slave, so tiny and frail, able to pleasure me in the best way, and worship my feet too of course! I am your handsome king after all! I deserve to have a slave’ You were shocked. Had your brother planned this? You had no time to wonder this as he began talking again,
‘As my willing slave, you will always obey me. You will always gratefully cuddle down into my smelly socks. You will always pleasure me when i tell you to. You will do everything right, or I will make punishments that you do not like’, he chuckled and wiggled his long, musky toes. The cheesy scent wafted over to you and you gagged uncontrollably.
‘Now, why don’t we start with you putting on the clothes I do generously gave to you, and then you can get aquatinted with your new home!’, you gulped as you remembered the yellowing sock before. No matter, you knew you had no choice. You kept shuddering at the thought of being locked in his sweaty shoes for two days, although who’s to say that your master wouldn’t do that to you know that he had total control over you. He watched as you pulled on the clothes. They were very tight and very revealing,
‘Mmm, very sexy’, he murmured, almost indistinguishably, as he gazed at your little body. He picked you up and pushed you down into the sock that would be your new home.
‘I’ll leave you alone for a while my sexy toy. I’ll be back and we will play a game, but for now you just enjoy my socks and look forward to your new life with me, in my shoes an grovelling at my perfect feet!’
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