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In a private, dimly lit room, our French master, Bob, exercises his authority over a trembling sub. His black, smelly socks, a symbol of his control, are the sole focus of his devotee's attention. He commands, and the sub obeys, sniffing, licking, and worshipping the filthy socks, lost in a world where the scent of sweat and the touch of cotton are the ultimate aphrodisiacs.