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In this chapter, Mina’s feet take centre stage as the prisoner/slave succumbs to the intensity of her scent and sweat. Her soles, slick with days of sweat, have an odour so thick and suffocating, it becomes his entire world. Each lick, each sniff, forces him deeper into submission. Her feet, once merely oppressive, now act as the very embodiment of his new life as a foot rag. There's no escape from her overwhelming smell—it fills his lungs, breaks his will, and leaves him craving more. What about you? Is your nose strong enough to handle this delicious yet toxic scent?

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Dogi

A dream of Goddess Cleo calling me her foot rag one day 🙏❤️