"You!" You yelled. "Hehe that's how I like it." Sansa said. "So lets find out which boot smellst the most?" Sansa said.
Your lips starts to shake in excitement. You wanted to smell your new goddess's boot so bad. Sansa first picked Arya's brown boots up. "First you get to smell Arya's boot one last time, but after that you will be my foot slave so no more Arya related stuff, okay." Sansa said. Sansa turned the boot upside down and placed the opening of Arya's stinky boot on your nose. You inhaled furiously. They still smelled like sweat, maybe a little bit cheesy, but mostly just stank and sweat. Heavenly.
After taking a couple of wiffs Sansa removed the boot. Now she took her own black leather boots. "Arya has much smaller feet than me. She only has a size 6, while I wear a size 9." Sansa said. She then did the same as with Arya's boot and covered your nose. They smelled delicious. Definetly more cheesy then Arya's, but less sweaty and overall less stinky. Still stinky though, but in comparasion with Arya a little less pungent.
Your penis was slamming against it's cage. Sansa remarked it and said: "Oh slave I don't now if you heared it, but I keep all my slaves locked up in chasity." Sansa removed her boots from your face to look you deep in the eyes. "But, euh but for how long?" You mumbled. "Oh it depends. Whenever a slave does something remarkable in a positive way he get's out for 24 hours." Sansa said coldly. "What is remarkable?" You asked. "Remarkable is something I decide off. I have a slave who is locked for almost a year now, but others succeed in only being locked up for 2 weeks or so." She explained. You gulped and thougt by yourself this could becoming a lot harder than you think.
Sansa released the ropes that bound you to the bed so you could walk free. Sansa left the bed. You sat upright and saw Sansa was wearing black nylon's under her skirt. "Stop looking at my feet slave!" She demands you. You took your eyes off them and looked at her. Sansa walked away and said: "I will call you when I need you, for now take my boots to my room, slave!" You nodded and Sansa was gone.
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