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Once upon a time, in the town of Lodi lived a young student named Alex. Alex's mother worked for a unique company, "Pleasure Mechanics", that used advanced technology to alter people's preferences.

One day, as part of a school program, Alex was assigned to be an apprentice at Pleasure Mechanics for two weeks. Alex was both excited and nervous about the opportunity. The idea of machines changing what people liked was fascinating, yet somewhat intimidating.

On the first day, Alex's mother introduced him to the team and explained the workings of the 'Preference Altering Machine' (PAM). The machine used complex algorithms and artificial intelligence to subtly influence people's likes and dislikes. It was a marvel of modern technology. He didn´t see the machines yet, but he was excited to learn more.

As Alex's mother led him through the labyrinth of the company, they arrived at a large room filled with humming machines. These were the 'Preference Altering Machines' (PAMs) that his mother had mentioned earlier. They were sleek and modern, with numerous screens displaying streams of data.

His mother began to explain, "Each of these machines is designed to understand and alter a person's preferences. They analyze patterns, behaviors, and choices to create a unique profile for each individual."

As they entered the next room, Alex was taken aback. There, in the center of the room, was a man sitting bound in a high-tech chair, connected to one of the PAMs. He was surrounded by two attractive women monitoring the data on the screens. Alex saw that they tied a sandal to his face. the man was moaning and aggressively sniffing the sandal.

One of the women noticed Alex's surprise and smiled, "This is our live testing area. We conduct supervised sessions here to ensure the safety and effectiveness of our machines."

"But why the sandal?" Alex asked, still shocked by the sight.

"Well, the machines are designed to alter preferences and make people enjoy things they didn't like before. For this experiment, we are trying to see if we can make him obsessed with the smell of feet." The woman explained, her tone casual and matter-of-fact.

"Oh, I see," Alex responded, not sure how else to react.

As he left the room, he couldn't help but notice how every women working there has really attractive feet, including his mother. They usally wear well worn sandals, based on the sweaty toeprints. He wondered if the company has anything to do with that.

"But mom, how do you even make money?"

"Well, i shouldn´t be telling you this but since your my son, i think its okay if you know it...."

"We get people into our company by telling them they get good money, if they test our "prototype" machines. When they are bound to the machines, we use our sweaty sandals to make them addicted to our stinky footwear and if they are finally are addicted, we milk their cocks dry and sell their cum to the sperm banks around the world. Why else do you think i always get pedicures and wear the same type of sandals? Its so easy to control the men, they are so stupid, its almost funny."

Alex was taken aback by this information, but also strangely aroused. He couldn't deny that the thought of smelling by his dominant mothers sandals and being made to cum over and over again was intensely appealing.

He wondered if he would ever be allowed to experience such a thing.

After the tour, Alex returned to his mother's office. She was busy on the phone, so he decided to take a break in a breakroom. When he returns to his mothers office, he was shocked to see her slitly dirty soles on her table. She was talking on the phone and right next her was a young man on all fours, with her sandals tied to his face.

"Hi, Alex." his mother said when he entered the room.

"Come, have a seat."

Alex was a bit hesitant, but eventually sat down.

"What do you think of the company so far?" his mother asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.

"It's... interesting." Alex replied, his eyes darting between his mother and the man sniffing her worn sandals.

His mother seemed amused by his response.

"I bet you wonder why this man is sniffing my sandals, right?"

"Well..."

"This right here was our last apprentice, who came late just one day. We caught him and put him on this machine and now, he can't get enough of my feet and sandals."

Alex felt his pants growing tight as his mother told him the story. He couldn't believe she had done this to the man.

"Yeah, he thought he can come late to work without consequences and now he moans in my insoles

and can't stop licking and sniffing. What a fool." his mother said, shaking her head.

Alex swallowed hard as his mother's words sank in. He was aroused by the story and couldn't help but imagine himself in the same position.

He cleared his throat and tried to sound nonchalant.

"So, um, how long does he have to sniff your sandals?"

His mother laughed.

"Oh, he'll be sniffing them for a long time. Until I find someone to replace him
And if I don't, he'll just have to stay here and sniff them forever."

"Forever?" Alex said, incredulous.

"Yes, forever."

Alex couldn't believe his ears...

He imagined himself being in her office and moaning in her insoles while he was sniffing her sandals...

But suddenly, his fantasy was interrupted by the sound of her voice.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Alex snapped back to reality, realizing he had been lost in his own thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, sorry."
His mother sighed and shook her head.

"It´s okay, its alomost the end of the shift. You can change your clothes and head back home, but you have to be early tomorrow.

"Okay, mom. Thanks."

Alex stood up and hurried out of the office, his mind racing.

He couldn't believe his mother had done something like this.

He wondered if he would be next...

He went back home, but couldn't sleep, the thought of being a slave to his own mother's feet and moaning in her sweaty insoles was just too arousing.

He spent the rest of the night fantasizing about what it would be like to be her office slave. He day dreamed in his bed and fell asleep...

...To bad he forgot to turn on his alarm clock

He woke up startled, noticing that it was already past 8 AM and he was late for work!

Alex was stressed and ran as fast as he could, but it was already 8:20 when he finally arrived at the office. He was gasping for air as he stepped through the front door, his mind racing with possibilities.

He rushed to his mother's office, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Sorry I'm late, mom, my alarm didn't go off." he said, out of breath.

...

"On all fours!"

His mother's stern voice was like a bucket of ice water.

Alex's mouth went dry and he froze in place.

"Did I stutter?"

"N-no, ma'am."

Alex slowly dropped to his hands and knees, his face burning with shame.

" hhaha, I didn´t think that my own son was going to replace the apprentice." she said as she removed her sandals.

His mother walked over to him and tied her sandals to his shocked face.

He moaned uncontrollably, not believing what was happening.

"Lets see how long you have to sniff them until someone replaces you."

His mother sat on her chair, crossing her legs and smiling sadistically as her son moaned in her insoles.

She grab the phone and dialed a number...

"Lena, please register a new office slave."

"My own son Alex."

"haha, okay Boss."

"He will sniff my worn sandals and moaning in my sweaty insoles as long as i want and he probably will be sniffing every sandal in this goddamn company..."

"Okay, got it."

"Thanks Lena."

"Anytime Boss."

His mother smiled and hung up the phone.

Alex moaned as he heard that he was going to spend the rest of his life sniffing his mother's sweaty insoles...

He couldn't believe that this was happening to him...

Alex was on his hands and knees, with his face buried in his mother's smelly, sweaty sandals. He moaned in her insoles, his cock throbbing with pleasure.

His mother kicked back on her chair, smiling as she watched him sniff her worn sandals.

"Looks like you have a lot of time sniffing my insoles. Better get used to it, because you're going to be here a while."

She chuckled and shook her head.

"How pathetic."

Her laughter echoed in the room as Alex continued to moan and sniff her sandals, his mind swimming in a haze of arousal.

He couldn't believe that his mother had reduced him to this, and the worst part was that he loved every second of it...

He never thought that his own mother could be so cruel, but deep down, he was thankful that she did this to him.

He was on his hands and knees, sniffing her worn sandals like the pathetic office slave he was and wondered if he could ever be free from his mother's stinky,
sweaty sandals, or if he would be stuck there, moaning in her insoles forever...

"So delicous... So stinky..." he muttered.

He knew that he had no chance of ever being released, and he didn't care. He was too busy enjoying the amazing feeling of being her office slave and sniffing her sweaty insoles.

The End
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this story, if you did please consider leaving a comment. It's really appreciated.

Description

Once upon a time, in the town of Lodi lived a young student named Alex. Alex's mother worked for a unique company, "Pleasure Mechanics", that used advanced technology to alter people's preferences.

One day, as part of a school program, Alex was assigned to be an apprentice at Pleasure Mechanics for two weeks. Alex was both excited and nervous about the opportunity. The idea of machines changing what people liked was fascinating, yet somewhat intimidating.

On the first day, Alex's mother introduced him to the team and explained the workings of the 'Preference Altering Machine' (PAM). The machine used complex algorithms and artificial intelligence to subtly influence people's likes and dislikes. It was a marvel of modern technology. He didn´t see the machines yet, but he was excited to learn more.

As Alex's mother led him through the labyrinth of the company, they arrived at a large room filled with humming machines. These were the 'Preference Altering Machines' (PAMs) that his mother had mentioned earlier. They were sleek and modern, with numerous screens displaying streams of data.

His mother began to explain, "Each of these machines is designed to understand and alter a person's preferences. They analyze patterns, behaviors, and choices to create a unique profile for each individual."

As they entered the next room, Alex was taken aback. There, in the center of the room, was a man sitting bound in a high-tech chair, connected to one of the PAMs. He was surrounded by two attractive women monitoring the data on the screens. Alex saw that they tied a sandal to his face. the man was moaning and aggressively sniffing the sandal.

One of the women noticed Alex's surprise and smiled, "This is our live testing area. We conduct supervised sessions here to ensure the safety and effectiveness of our machines."

"But why the sandal?" Alex asked, still shocked by the sight.

"Well, the machines are designed to alter preferences and make people enjoy things they didn't like before. For this experiment, we are trying to see if we can make him obsessed with the smell of feet." The woman explained, her tone casual and matter-of-fact.

"Oh, I see," Alex responded, not sure how else to react.

As he left the room, he couldn't help but notice how every women working there has really attractive feet, including his mother. They usally wear well worn sandals, based on the sweaty toeprints. He wondered if the company has anything to do with that.

"But mom, how do you even make money?"

"Well, i shouldn´t be telling you this but since your my son, i think its okay if you know it...."

"We get people into our company by telling them they get good money, if they test our "prototype" machines. When they are bound to the machines, we use our sweaty sandals to make them addicted to our stinky footwear and if they are finally are addicted, we milk their cocks dry and sell their cum to the sperm banks around the world. Why else do you think i always get pedicures and wear the same type of sandals? Its so easy to control the men, they are so stupid, its almost funny."

Alex was taken aback by this information, but also strangely aroused. He couldn't deny that the thought of smelling by his dominant mothers sandals and being made to cum over and over again was intensely appealing.

He wondered if he would ever be allowed to experience such a thing.

After the tour, Alex returned to his mother's office. She was busy on the phone, so he decided to take a break in a breakroom. When he returns to his mothers office, he was shocked to see her slitly dirty soles on her table. She was talking on the phone and right next her was a young man on all fours, with her sandals tied to his face.

"Hi, Alex." his mother said when he entered the room.

"Come, have a seat."

Alex was a bit hesitant, but eventually sat down.

"What do you think of the company so far?" his mother asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.

"It's... interesting." Alex replied, his eyes darting between his mother and the man sniffing her worn sandals.

His mother seemed amused by his response.

"I bet you wonder why this man is sniffing my sandals, right?"

"Well..."

"This right here was our last apprentice, who came late just one day. We caught him and put him on this machine and now, he can't get enough of my feet and sandals."

Alex felt his pants growing tight as his mother told him the story. He couldn't believe she had done this to the man.

"Yeah, he thought he can come late to work without consequences and now he moans in my insoles

and can't stop licking and sniffing. What a fool." his mother said, shaking her head.

Alex swallowed hard as his mother's words sank in. He was aroused by the story and couldn't help but imagine himself in the same position.

He cleared his throat and tried to sound nonchalant.

"So, um, how long does he have to sniff your sandals?"

His mother laughed.

"Oh, he'll be sniffing them for a long time. Until I find someone to replace him
And if I don't, he'll just have to stay here and sniff them forever."

"Forever?" Alex said, incredulous.

"Yes, forever."

Alex couldn't believe his ears...

He imagined himself being in her office and moaning in her insoles while he was sniffing her sandals...

But suddenly, his fantasy was interrupted by the sound of her voice.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Alex snapped back to reality, realizing he had been lost in his own thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, sorry."
His mother sighed and shook her head.

"It´s okay, its alomost the end of the shift. You can change your clothes and head back home, but you have to be early tomorrow.

"Okay, mom. Thanks."

Alex stood up and hurried out of the office, his mind racing.

He couldn't believe his mother had done something like this.

He wondered if he would be next...

He went back home, but couldn't sleep, the thought of being a slave to his own mother's feet and moaning in her sweaty insoles was just too arousing.

He spent the rest of the night fantasizing about what it would be like to be her office slave. He day dreamed in his bed and fell asleep...

...To bad he forgot to turn on his alarm clock

He woke up startled, noticing that it was already past 8 AM and he was late for work!

Alex was stressed and ran as fast as he could, but it was already 8:20 when he finally arrived at the office. He was gasping for air as he stepped through the front door, his mind racing with possibilities.

He rushed to his mother's office, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Sorry I'm late, mom, my alarm didn't go off." he said, out of breath.

...

"On all fours!"

His mother's stern voice was like a bucket of ice water.

Alex's mouth went dry and he froze in place.

"Did I stutter?"

"N-no, ma'am."

Alex slowly dropped to his hands and knees, his face burning with shame.

" hhaha, I didn´t think that my own son was going to replace the apprentice." she said as she removed her sandals.

His mother walked over to him and tied her sandals to his shocked face.

He moaned uncontrollably, not believing what was happening.

"Lets see how long you have to sniff them until someone replaces you."

His mother sat on her chair, crossing her legs and smiling sadistically as her son moaned in her insoles.

She grab the phone and dialed a number...

"Lena, please register a new office slave."

"My own son Alex."

"haha, okay Boss."

"He will sniff my worn sandals and moaning in my sweaty insoles as long as i want and he probably will be sniffing every sandal in this goddamn company..."

"Okay, got it."

"Thanks Lena."

"Anytime Boss."

His mother smiled and hung up the phone.

Alex moaned as he heard that he was going to spend the rest of his life sniffing his mother's sweaty insoles...

He couldn't believe that this was happening to him...

Alex was on his hands and knees, with his face buried in his mother's smelly, sweaty sandals. He moaned in her insoles, his cock throbbing with pleasure.

His mother kicked back on her chair, smiling as she watched him sniff her worn sandals.

"Looks like you have a lot of time sniffing my insoles. Better get used to it, because you're going to be here a while."

She chuckled and shook her head.

"How pathetic."

Her laughter echoed in the room as Alex continued to moan and sniff her sandals, his mind swimming in a haze of arousal.

He couldn't believe that his mother had reduced him to this, and the worst part was that he loved every second of it...

He never thought that his own mother could be so cruel, but deep down, he was thankful that she did this to him.

He was on his hands and knees, sniffing her worn sandals like the pathetic office slave he was and wondered if he could ever be free from his mother's stinky,
sweaty sandals, or if he would be stuck there, moaning in her insoles forever...

"So delicous... So stinky..." he muttered.

He knew that he had no chance of ever being released, and he didn't care. He was too busy enjoying the amazing feeling of being her office slave and sniffing her sweaty insoles.

The End
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this story, if you did please consider leaving a comment. It's really appreciated.