Sneaker Worship With a Straight Dom: My First Hot TN Experience
Published on 10/02/2025
It had been a while since I last shared one of my intense kinks, but this one had to be told. It all started on a sneaker listing I found online. A guy was selling his TN Silver pair — not because he really wanted to sell them, but to meet fellow sneaker lovers. That’s how I met Yann.
From our first chat, I could tell he was more than a collector. He talked about sneakers with fire, like someone who knew how to enjoy them — really enjoy them. We started talking regularly. Then came the shift: from sneakers to fantasies. I realized he might be into the same things I was — more than just wearing skets, but sniffing them, worshipping them, even getting off to them.
Our first meet-up? On a supermarket parking lot. We exchanged our TNs, then sat in my car, each of us sniffing the other’s pair. His were warm, sweaty, used — pure heaven for a sneaker freak like me. I was instantly hard, and from the way he looked at me, I knew he was turned on too.
Soon we were meeting often — at his place, at mine. At first, we kept it simple: sniffing, handling, sharing. I still remember the time I dropped to my knees in front of him, while he wore his white leather TNs. Just the sight of those shoes made me drip. My tongue started exploring: the smooth plastic toe cap, the wavy mesh sides, the reflective lines, the swoosh, and of course, the TN logo on the heel — a fetish all on its own.
Yann just watched, silent, hard, stroking himself. He knew I was completely his. That I’d do anything for a whiff of his worn skets. He even confessed how he used to sniff his best friend’s Air Max after wild nights out. Total kink.
Eventually, he let me taste those pairs too — his friend’s old white-and-pink Flights, his black leather 90s. I licked, sniffed, and filled them with my load like a good sneaker submissive.
We even had a morning ritual: sending each other a pic of the kicks we were wearing that day. Sometimes he’d show off his friend’s skets too, since they worked together. Even now, after the friend moved away, Yann kept a few pairs — memories soaked in fantasy.
That guy unlocked something deep in me: a raw, unapologetic sneaker fetish I had never explored so freely. And trust me — this is only the beginning. Next chapter? How my “straight” dom became addicted to being in control and turned me into his fully trained sneaker bitch.
