Right after the gym I get home dripping with sweat my hot, reeking Nike socks are completely soaked through, filthy, steaming and heavy with hours of training. Under the kitchen table my pathetic little sock-slave is already kneeling obediently, waiting like the desperate thing he is.While I casually chat with my real lover and send him the dirtiest nudes, I casually press my disgustingly wet, salty socks straight onto his face. He has to breathe in deep really deep sucking up the entire pungent gym stench, the vinegar-sour foot sweat, the damp rubbery sole smell. Then he’s allowed to start sucking on them properly: pulling the drenched cotton into his mouth, tongue working over every soaked thread, tasting how concentrated and nasty they are after two hours of lifting and cardio. I mostly ignore him. Just keep typing filthy messages to my Alpha, laughing at his replies, maybe moaning softly into the voice note I’m recording for him… while this loser is gagging and whimpering under the table, tongue scraping the black sole lint, the little greyish dirt pellets, the damp fluff that’s been ground into the fabric.His pathetic cock is leaking and twitching in his cage from nothing but the smell and the taste – from the pure humiliation of being reduced to a sweaty Nike sock cleaner while I get wet for a real man.Sockslave. Cuckold humiliation. Total degradation. That’s literally all you’re good for, you disgusting foot-licking worm.Now open wider I still have the other sock to ram down your throat. And don’t you dare touch yourself. You come from feet and shame or you don’t come at all.