Sock Gag

Under Jess's sway, every ounce of defiance within you had vanished, leaving behind nothing but pure submission. She had peeled away your former life—a sly cat burglar with a sharp mind—and shaped you into something unrecognizable. Now, you knelt, obedient and silent, your lips pressed against the soft soles of her white ankle socks, drinking in the warm, musky scent she knew kept you docile.

"Enough," Jess said, her tone a subtle command that held all the authority she needed. Instantly, you pulled back, dropping onto your heels and looking up at her, a silent plea for approval flickering in your eyes. She smirked, a hint of a giggle slipping through as she tilted her head with satisfaction.

She ran her fingers along your cheek, cool and deliberate, letting them rest there as if to savor her control over you. "Shhh. Listen closely, little one," she said, her voice lilting with a bratty sweetness that made your cheeks burn. "You snuck in here, thinking you could take something from me. But look at you now—on your knees, worshiping my feet. How pathetic… so utterly pathetic." Her words, edged with a gentle mockery, felt like a velvet-gloved slap, and you couldn’t help but shudder, lowering your eyes.

Jess’s smirk deepened as she raised one foot, slowly peeling off the worn sock and dangling it between two fingers, watching as your gaze followed it, captivated. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a silky murmur. “I think it’s time we took this a step further… I have an idea to show you just how far you’ve fallen.”

Her eyes danced with amusement as she drew the sock closer to your lips, brushing it against them with a teasing lightness. “Open wide, pet,” she commanded, and you obeyed without question, parting your lips as she pushed the sock gently into your mouth. Her other sock quickly followed, filling the space entirely, pressing your tongue down and muffling your voice. Jess watched, a thrill in her gaze as you helplessly inhaled the stale, sweaty warmth.

“There,” she said, cocking her head and tracing a finger over your chin. “Breathe it in, every bit of it. I want you to feel what it means to belong to me… to know that even a hint of rebellion will get you nowhere.”

She lingered, watching the play of emotions on your face as you wrestled with the overwhelming sensation, her power growing with every second. “If I hear even one word of complaint,” she warned, her eyes narrowing slightly, “I’ll call the police without a second thought. And when they come, I’ll tell them all about the little thief who thought he could get away… only to find himself right where he belongs.”

With that, Jess leaned back, crossing her arms with a triumphant smile, the weight of her control settling over you like a heavy, inescapable cloak.