I kissed each shoe and started to untie the laces. I slowly started to take his right foot out of the shoe and the sweaty scent hit me without me even being close to it. I placed the shoe next to me when I got a slap on my face from him. "Sniff it, you slut," he said before spitting in my face. I grabbed the running shoe and buried my nose inside the sole. It was like a strong vinegar. I looked up at my master, my owner, as I carried on taking big sniffs.
He drank a beer with one hand and filmed me with the other. "You love the stink coming from that shoe, you dirty filthy nasty sissy slut, don't you?" I just nodded my head and carried on sniffing when he slapped me with the back of his hand. "Daddy asks you a question, you answer. I won't tell you again." I immediately apologized and carried on sniffing the shoe. "Sissy loves the smell so bad, he just nods his head like the dirty dog he is. Wait until he gets the socks."
I look up at daddy, pleading with puppy dog eyes, begging silently. He then takes his other running shoe off himself and sticks the other over my nostril, using the laces to tie the shoe to my face.
"Carry on sniffing that shoe and you can now use your free hands to rub my sweaty feet." I carry on sniffing the shoe as I grab his foot. I feel the sock is soaked in sweat. I work my way through rubbing the arches, the heels, the toes, absolutely loving it. I try and rub the big soles as hard as I can when he voices his displeasure.
"Fucking pathetic loser can't even rub feet." He then untied the shoe from my face and threw it on the floor. "Place that shoe neatly next to the other one." I instantly do as he says.
"You want my sweaty feet all over your fag face, don't you?"
"Please daddy. I loved the smell of your shoes. I know the socks will be even more powerful," I pleaded.
"You held them, so sniff your hands and tell me if you still want them." I brought my hands to my face and couldn't help but moan as the scent was so sexual. "If you love the smell on your hands so much, then taste them. Come on, cunt. Worship the sweat from your hands and fingers." I lick my hands and look up to show daddy how much I love it.
"What a pathetic beta bitch," he says, carrying on filming me on my hands and knees. He's clearly aroused as I lick each individual finger. "Okay, I think you have earned my feet on your face now." He then slapped me with the sole of his foot, first the left and then the right and then spat in my face. "You should thank daddy for foot slapping your fag face."
"Yes daddy. I'm sorry. Thank you so much." He then did it again and I thanked him after each slap. He laughed.
"Go on and beg to be my human footstool." Already on my knees, I started praying. He placed his big muscular legs on my back. They were so heavy, they forced me to arch my back. I was unsure how long I could last like this.
"You're fucking pathetic. You would literally do anything I say, won't you fag?" I nodded and he then took his legs off my back. "Turn back in position, bitch." He then placed both feet over my face. The scent was intense and the weight of his legs almost forced me all the way backwards to the floor. I tried to push forwards, burying my face into his soles. I sniffed hard and let out soft moans. I was intoxicated from the smell. He rubbed them up and down my face.
