My loyal cadre of foot worshippers, a group of tiny men, young and old, stand before me. They await my commands, gazes lowered. I'm dressed in form-fitting workout attire, a sports bra that showcases my cute midriff, paired with panties that accentuate my every athletic curve. On my feet are tight, dirty, sweaty, used white socks that I have just exercised in.

I command my devoted worshippers to sniff and inhale the scent of my socks, and even push a tiny's head down with my finger tip to "encourage" him to breathe in deeply. These tinies are more than just my foot worshi... Show more