Full submission

Ava continued to reluctantly inhale her shoe odor while her basketball outfit seemingly enjoyed it, leaning back a bit and stroking Ava’s hair like it was rewarding a disciplined pet. The thigh high socks that rested on top of her head were now by each of her ears wiggling phantom toes, reminding her that she was far from done. The outfit then sat up, releasing the pressure that had been forcing Ava to have her nose buried in her shoes.

Ava opened her eyes and nervously turned, looking to her right and over her shoulder where she saw the basketball outfit stand over her.

The shoes walked off, making Ava flinch as she was still not so used to inanimate objects coming to life. As they walked off, it gave Ava some time to breath some fresh air as the outfit prepared for the next step of her submission. She took long and heavy breaths through her nose before feeling the tape over her mouth peel itself away slowly until it floated off, followed by the headband floating away and out of her mouth before falling onto the ground, lifeless.

Ava breathed through her mouth now, watching carefully as her basketball outfit paced back and forth while facing her. It suddenly stopped right at her chin, prompting one of the thigh highs to raise itself and shove her head down, forcing her chin to press against the floor. The other sock pushed its hollow toes into her face, forcing her to inhale her worn sole while its heel rested on the ground just in front of her face.

The grayed, size ten sole of the dirty thigh high continued pushing itself into her face, giving her plenty of time to remember all the times she had put her gym clothing through hell. Nearby, her phone hovered down in front of her face while the sock momentarily relented. A quite simple command was given, while she stared at the screen in fear.

“Lick.”

The moment after she had read the word, her sock that stood in front of her lifted off of her lips and idly placed its phantom sole right in front of her mouth, waiting for the pet to learn its trick. Breathing shallowly and looking down in disbelief, she slowly stuck out her tongue into the fabric, lapping up and down slowly. The sock pressing her head into the ground now passionately rubbed her head in circles, before giving a slight pat on their pet before the other shoved itself into her mouth, coating her tongue in the harsh taste of hard work. She closed her eyes and winced, all the while the command echoed in her head. She coated the invasive fabric in her saliva while the other sock collapsed on the floor, its proportions gone as it slithered around Ava’s neck and stopped when it fit snugly.

Nearby, her closet door creaked open, enticing her to shoot her eyes over to the corner of her room as she saw something fall from the top and heard the familiar sound of a basketball thudding against the ground repeatedly. It bounced faster and faster, as it lost height with each time it fell and rose while it trailed over to Ava’s submissive position. It stopped bouncing suddenly, with its bold “SPALDING” logo parallel with her chin resting on the floor. It was her favorite basketball.

And it was game time.