Too often I have watched the slave smelling my shoes to breathe in my unique foot scent. Now I, Lady Nora, want to see him unable to breathe. I press my hands firmly over his mouth and nose so I can watch his increasing despair at his lack of air. He pleases me much better this way than with his nose in my shoes. Even if he already knows my shoe scent, he still doesn't know how extreme my socks stink. So I get a sock jar and administer my most intense sock smell to him, holding my stinky socks directly in front of his nose during his air breaks.