My Slave Lives in a Bedside Chest with My Dirty Laundry, Socks, and Tights

Lucky slave, lies beneath a mountain of my worn, sweet-scented nylons, socks, and undies in my bedside floor box. My heels click-clack, taunting him furthe while I ostentatiously stroll around the box. I kick off my shoes, open the box, slowly remove my pink sweaty socks, drop it onto his face and shove them right into his mouth with my feet. My toes, gentle yet firm, pushed the warm, fragrant fabric into his mouth, stifling any protests. Following the removal of my pantyhose and throw the nylon pantyhose, no less fragrant than my socks, right in his face. My tasty panties are sent there too. I'm undressed and ready to go about my chores, leaving him to continue relaxing in my bedside floor box, enjoying the warmth and scent of my dirty underwear. But before I say goodbye, I decide to give him an extra dose of scent in the drawer: I sit down over his head and fart right in his face. Now I can slams shut the lid of the chest and leave him to enjoy my yummy scents alone in the dark.