For five days I had worn stockings,  uncomfortable and hot in the UK’s version of summer. I even slept in them twice.
I think my slave needs to learn how that feels.
So Sunday morning as I was eating breakfast in bed and having my toes sucked,  I noticed a pile of dirty clothing that should have been washed.
"Fetch me a pair of stockings from that pile, slave"I said with a mouth full of toast.
He took his mouth off of my foot and done as I asked.
I looked up and said “Do they smell? “ Being the good boy he is,  he lifted them to his nose and took a deep sniff,  so I could hear.
"A little" he said pulling a face.

Read the rest of the story on my other blog ‘Wedlocked Femdom’

For five days I had worn stockings,  uncomfortable and hot in the UK’s version of summer. I even slept in them twice.

I think my slave needs to learn how that feels.

So Sunday morning as I was eating breakfast in bed and having my toes sucked,  I noticed a pile of dirty clothing that should have been washed.

"Fetch me a pair of stockings from that pile, slave"
I said with a mouth full of toast.

He took his mouth off of my foot and done as I asked.

I looked up and said “Do they smell? “ 
Being the good boy he is,  he lifted them to his nose and took a deep sniff,  so I could hear.

"A little" he said pulling a face.

Read the rest of the story on my other blog ‘Wedlocked Femdom’