She arrived from the gym completely soaked, body hot, black sneakers and socks drenched. She sat on the sofa, lifted her leg and pressed the sneaker right against his face. The smell of workout sweat hit hard. Masked and on his knees, he was demanded to sniff deep into the sneaker while massaging the wet, stinky sock. Then she opened her arms and ordered him to lick her soaked armpits, her belly button and every other part of her body that was wet with sweat. She controls the time, the pace and when he’s allowed to stop. Pure humiliation after training.

After a long event out in the street, she arrived exhausted and collapsed into the armchair. Her feet, still warm and sweaty from the day, called to me. With each touch of my tongue, the taste of her sweat mingled with desire, and I surrendered to each moment, to her command, to her dominance