You rub Jack's heavy boots, the mud flaking off and landing on the already filthy carpet. He does not seem to care about your odd behavior.
'Pull them off for me, would you? My feet are killing.' You undo the crusty, muddy laces, and tug at the boots. They slide off his feet with a blast of hot, fetid air, damp and stinking of Jack's filthy feet, revealing his dirty, dripping socks.
You rub your hand against the black, wet sole of Jack's socks. The sweat covers your hand, making it stink like Jack does. The smell arouses you, and Jack wiggles his toes. 'I should take those off, give my feet some breathing room.' You reach up to Jack's ankles, and roll the wet socks from his filthy, black-stained feet, the terrible stench reaching you in full force
You lie down by Jack, watching the TV. Slowly, you roll next to the couch. Jack raises his feet to let you move there, but when you don't move, he shrugs and rests the bottoms of his damp bare feet on top of you.
You roll onto your back, letting his sweat slowly dampen your chest. You are enjoying this example of his dominance over you, and your raise your arms to hug one of his feet, and pull up your knees to cover the other.
He continues to drink and watch TV. You imagine what it would be like to be his socks, being worn by him to work, wet and filthy from his sweat, safe in the dark hot recesses of his boots.
You close your eyes and imagine your skin becoming rough, gray cloth, spreading over you to cover your entire body. You can almost feel it.
You would spread up to cling tightly around both his bare, sexy feet. You would become heavy, wet and stinking with his profuse sweat, his toes outlining on your skin.
You lie there for the rest of the night, wishing over and over that you were his property, his socks.
Hours later, he stirs.
'Well, I'm heading to bed.'
You sigh, opening your eyes, and try to roll out from under him, but something is stuck inside you.
You wriggle, trying to dislodge it, and he laughs.
'Argh, these new socks tickle my feet.'
You blink a few times, feeling yourself. You feel hot, heavy and damp. Something warm and large is filling you from both ends. You can only see the floor in front of you.
You hear Jack stand up, and a heavy weight presses down on you. You are lifted and pressed as he walks up the stairs. He leans down and pulls at your chest, before pulling you. You feel the large things slide out from inside you, and you feel cold and empty. He drops you at the side of the stairs, and goes to bed.
Your wish came true; the next day Jack gets up and slides his feet inside you, then slides you into the hot, warm safety of his boots. It isn't long before you are tattered, wet and stinking of his disgusting feet, and you love it.