Slave Under My Socks – Nerdy Lady Lina

After 6 Hours of Lectures: Slave Under My Socks - Nerdy Lady Lina Nerdy Lady Lina: Right after six hours of lectures I desperately need my slave. I already texted him that he should be lying ready when I get home. The second I’m through the door I throw my uni backpack into the corner. The slave is already on the floor. I sit down directly on the stairs, right above him. I pull off my sneakers. The socks are warm, damp and sweet from the whole day. Without warning I press my foot hard into his slave face. The dog groans under the pressure, breathing in the scent that has been collecting in my socks all afternoon. I want to watch him suffer under the weight of my foot and the smell of my socks. That’s not enough. “Lick,” I order. He has to taste every fiber of my sweet, damp, warm little socks. Tongue out, slow, thorough, until the fabric is wet with his spit and the smell gets even stronger. I press harder, rub the sole across his lips and nose, hold him there until all he can breathe is me. I use him. I humiliate him. After this hard day at uni I have earned my fun with the foot-dog: sitting up on the stairs with him beneath me on the floor, licking the sweat of my lecture day out of my socks and grateful that I even bother to use him.