hypno-j: thesneakshaveit:Poor little straight guy. He tried to mug me on the way home to my apartmen
hypno-j: thesneakshaveit:Poor little straight guy. He tried to mug me on the way home to my apartment, I simply laughed and pointed to his sneaks ‘What are those?’ startled he look at his sneaks and dropped his knife. dazed and confused he started to bend over and stroke his sneaks becoming more and more infatuated with them. ‘Don’t worry your mind is just being rewritten, follow me’ He stood up straight and walked behind me until we got to my apartment. He got to the living room before he collapsed to his knees, years of sexual frustration began to build inside of him, he removed his sneaks and placed them to his nose. He was lost in the smell, the sneak now completely smothering his face. ‘I have always wanted a sneaker bitch, I guess you will do’. He lives with me now, usually in the corner spending his time sniffing his and my sneaks. He became so addicted to them that he will do anything to get another pair to smell, he gave himself up so easily that I didn’t need to even ask him to strip for me. He submits to me now, the sneak still enclosing his face while I have my way. I think I might see if I can get him a playmate. Would love to be turned into his playmate! -- source link