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This story tells about a weekend that I spent with my girlfriend. It contains topics such as bondage, socks, and a dom and sub relationship. There is no brutal violence or sex. I lay on the coffee table, still completely unable to move. In addition to the salty taste of Steffi's socks in my mouth, I could also taste her saliva that the socks had absorbed. In fact, that was the only thing that excited me about my current situation, because it reminded me of our kiss. However, the smell of her rancid sneaker, which was still fixed with its shoe opening in front of my nose, quickly made the excitement disappear. Since any attempt to free myself would have been completely pointless and my position was extremely uncomfortable, I tried to relax as much as possible. They hadn't fixed my head and it was quite tiring to hold it up all the time, so I lowered it from the front and laid it with my forehead on the table. Unfortunately, this caused my nose to be pushed even deeper into her