You are not normal. Any normal man wouldn’t be desperate to be dominated by a pair of putrid socks yet here you are at My feet. Stained black fabric and dirty aroma are in your face. You ache to be ridiculed, humiliated and controlled before My dirty socks. You are weak for My filth and love every insult I hurl at you. I take pleasure in reminding people like yourself just how pathetic you are. You are lower than the dirt on My socks and you have no redeeming qualities. Revel in your disgusting desires. Submit to My filthy socks. Be ever thankful that I even graciously give you this negative attention.