You naughty little sissy. I see you've been sniffing around, haven't you. You can't resist the allure of my scent, can you. It's like a trail of honey leading you straight to me. You're such a good little bitch, always eager to please. Let's start your training, shall we. First you need to learn to appreciate the finer things in life, like the way my socks feel against your nose, or how my shoes smell after a long day of walking all over you. I want you to take a deep breath.
Can you smell it? That's the scent of my dominance. It's intoxicating, isn't it. It's like a drug, and you're already addicted. You can't get enough of it. Can you now get down on your hands and knees. Yes, just like that. You look so pathetic, so submissive. It's beautiful. I want you to crawl over here to me. Slowly, feel the carpet beneath your knees, the way it rubs against your delicate skin. It's a reminder of your place, isn't it. Good boy? Now take another sniff, really bury
your nose in there. Can you taste it? That's the flavor of your submission. It's delicious. You're such a lucky little sissy, aren't you to have the honor of worshiping me like this? I want you to imagine all the smells mingling together, my perfume, my sweat, the essence of my pussy. It's all there waiting for you to discover. Every time you inhale, you're inhaling me. You're breathing me in and I'm becoming a part of you. You can't escape me, can you. Now, let's see how lucky you
really are. I want you to tell me how lucky you feel, how grateful you are for this opportunity, for the chance to serve me, to worship me, to be my little sissy, bitch. Go on, tell me. Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours. There's so much more for you to learn, so much more for you to experience, But for now, just focus on that smell. Let it consume you, let it control you, because from now on, every time you smell something, you'll think of me,
and you'll know that you're mine forever. Patreon dot com, slash Luna Cross Dream