Sniffing Her shoes is supposed to humiliate us, but I think it’s a massive reward. And a simple sniff is not enough, as far as I’m concerned. That’s like taking the tiniest of sips of the best wine in the world. No, no, no: I want to dive in and inhale the scent of Female Superiority. Take a look at the first picture for example: Her shoe, glued to his face with rope. Now, that’s more like it! I could sit like that for hours on end, treasuring each and every breath. Hence: breathtaking. That Female perfume; so thrilling, so divine, so irresistible. And so addictive! No one understands that better than a Mistress; She knows we’re willing to do anything for one more sniff. In that respect we’re all junks, craving and crawling in complete submission.