I am your roommate and I am working out in the living room, working up a sweat and doing some stretches. In the past I had caught you ogling at my feet and confronted you about it, and I pleasantly discuss how relieved I am that we’ve been able to move past that. I discuss how I’ve come to terms that you have a foot fetish and are doing my best not to trigger you. While doing some stretches I see you staring at my armpits. I start showing off my pits a bit more as a test until I confirm that you are definitely perving on my pits. Now my pleasant attitude goes away and I am full of disgust! I berate you for how perverted you are that you’ve fetishized my armpits, how uncomfortable it is that I can’t even lift my arms in the apartment without triggering you. I decide that the best approach is to help get it out of your system, so I begin showing off my armpits more…and command you to goon and edge for my armpits, even commanding you to deep sniffs of my pits. I mostly verbally berate you for how much of a loser you are but eventually warm up to the armpit worship as I realize I can use your obsession with my divine armpit pheromones as a tool to control and enslave you into being my subby toy.
