Back again on your knees and ready to sniff my dirty slip on vans. You’re so pathetic and perverted when it comes to my smelly old sneakers. You’d do absolutely anything to sniff them, to obsess over them, to worship them in person. I want you stupid and stroking for my dirty shoes like the foot and sneaker freak we both know that you are. You’ll never escape your need for my vans. Give in and slip into sub space for Daddy.