My experience with... Lady Shay

At the end of 2023, I had the burning privilege of finding myself tied up under the smelly socks and feet of Lady Shay, a German dominatrix and content creator.

It is winter 2023. Two months earlier, I cried a lot because of the end of my D/s relationship with Mistress Blanche. This ending was inevitable: I was in love, with all the pretensions that go with it, but I refused to admit it. I was broken, but it made me grow, so it's all for the best, I guess.

Still, at the time, I decided I needed to console myself by spending money I didn't have. When your heart is broken, what better way to rekindle the flame of life than by indulging your most animalistic self? In my case, as a submissive fetishist asexual, the solution was obvious: sniffing socks.

Off to Germany by train. Why go so far? Because Deutsche Qualität! But above all, because of Lady Shay.

• Lady Shay

She has her own website, an X account, Onlyfans, and Clips4Sale.

Lady Shay on internet

I discovered Lady Shay while researching videos on sock fetishism, which I have already discussed in some of my articles (here and there), and which I will return to in this one. As an asexual, naked bodies do not inspire me. Socks, especially white socks, are my strongest attraction. I'm almost ashamed to write this, but after all, who cares?

Me, discovering Lady Shay's profile on video platforms

When I stumbled upon Lady Shay's profile on I Want Clips and then on Clips4Sale, I felt like I had found the golden ticket! There were tons of videos about the fetishism of smelly socks, with framing and staging that appealed to me. Most of her videos are in German, while some others are in English. I don't speak a word of our eastern neighbor's language, but it doesn't matter, you can always understand the message from the intonation. It's even exciting not to be able to understand the degrading terms she uses to address us!

I downloaded many of her videos. I also enjoyed translating the descriptions of her videos into German. This demonstrated Lady Shay's complete understanding of this fetish: she knows where to press and which levers to pull.

She was clearly not the first producer of videos of this kind that I had fallen for. But for some reason, her socks seemed more intoxicating than the others; her teasing more exciting; her shots more overwhelming. I find her very talented, and above all, I feel that her genuine interest in this kind of video comes across. She loves to convey emotions. Finding myself under her socks had become a huge fantasy.

Lady Shay in person

I had the chance to discover a sensitive and intelligent woman, very attentive to the different motivations of the people who come to her.

Her figure perfectly complements her apparent mischievousness. I had the chance to chat with her at length after the session at her place, and then via text messages, and I found her to be someone who gives a lot of herself and is worth getting to know. She's a favorite, and I'd love to see her again in the future.

Ma favorite video of Lady Shay

Fetish clips and I go way back. I wrote an article about it a few years ago, before I knew Lady Shay. There's a video of her that I rank at the top of my list, and it's what convinced me to meet her. It's this one, a preview of which you can see above.

The ideal thickness of the sock (yes, it goes that far!), the style of the sock, the very humiliating effect of the flip-flops right on our nose, the filming, Lady Shay's attitude, the girl-next-door vibe of the video—I'm completely smitten with this clip. I'll say it: Lady Shay makes me dream!

• My kink for smelly socks

I can't really explain clearly why I'm so attracted to women's smelly socks (or ankle socks), but I'll try. In addition, my article on buying a personalized fetish video and the one on Femdom clips also address this issue.

First of all, it's clearly an appetite for humiliation above all else. Finding myself under a foot that has just come out of the bath has much less effect on me. I think this goes back to gym class in elementary and middle school, where we had to take off our shoes before getting on the mats. I was surrounded by socks, mostly white, worn by those strange creatures that disturbed me so much: girls. 

Socks are also a hidden item of clothing. Most often, we see them peeking out from under sneakers. Why white socks in particular? Perhaps because the effects of sweating on the fabric are more noticeable, or perhaps because they evoke purity, or because they catch the eye. 

In any case, in my own case, it all comes down to humiliation. Being forced to sniff a thick, warm, damp, worn sock, an item of clothing that is often neglected and mistreated. The smell, incidentally, plays a big part in it. When I allow myself to stare at socks in the street, it's always associated with the smell that comes with them. Sniffing a scent that is both oppressive and intimate, jealously guarded in a closed shoe; a smell that, from childhood, we are taught to forbid (“go wash yourself!”).

Anyway. Smelly socks turn me on.

Aside from color, my sock fetish extends to thickness, the texture of the cotton, the cut, the way they fit around the ankle. A whole bunch of factors that I may not even be fully aware of.

• The trip to Germany : the experience begins already

“The best moment in love is the ascent of the stairs", Georges Clemenceau once said. I think that's partly why I love exploring frontiers so much in these BDSM sessions. In doing so, the experience with Lady Shay begins several hours before I find myself under her steaming socks. It starts as soon as I settle into the train. The journey is then just one long dream.

Then, of course, this feeling continues when I discover the train station in a foreign country. A little thrill! I decide to enjoy the moment immediately: I sit down in a café inside the station and have something to drink and eat. That's it, I'm enjoying myself; I'm right in the middle of the experience. I haven't met Lady Shay yet, but she's so present in my thoughts that she almost seems to materialize in front of me. I take my time and enjoy the moment. How wonderful it is to fantasize.

My experience of pleasure would not be complete without discovering the hotel where I will spend the night after the session. I love going to hotels. I feel better there than at home. The time of the session is getting closer and closer, and my apprehension is growing accordingly. I'm scared, but I can't wait. I wonder what I'm doing in a foreign country wanting to sniff socks... but I have a hard-on.

I travel all the way to Germany to stick my nose under the feet of a stranger, but at that moment, I don't judge myself, no, I no longer judge myself. So here I am, free, truly free.

That's why I love the journey before the session so much. It's a freeing journey.

• The session with Lady Shay

Almost two years after the facts, I've forgotten quite a few details about how events unfolded, but the gist of it will be there. From memory, I had booked a 90-minute session with Lady Shay.

Presentations

From my hotel, I took a bus to her house in a residential area. Then I walked for about fifteen minutes. Several dozen meters before arriving at her house, I could see her at the window, looking out. I think she spotted me quickly too.

I come in and see her standing at the top of the stairs, smiling at me. I feel awkward, but eager. I walk up to her and join her in the main room. We exchange a few pleasantries in English, getting to know each other. She puts me at ease. Then, without warning, she takes off her sneaker and asks me to touch her sock. I do as she says. It was warm and damp. That's it, I'm hard. I give her a very spontaneous reaction, which makes her laugh. It was time to get down to business, and my nostrils were about to remember it!

The session

I undress, she compliments me on my tattoos. In my memory, she puts a collar around my neck, to which she attaches a leash. That's it, I'm there: naked and possessed. This contrasts with her outfit, dressed in jeans. I love that, the casual aspect. Finding myself with my nose under socks is also about the sitting on the sofa in front of a Sunday TV movie spirit. It's everyday life, it's banality, it's negligence—because my inner self doesn't think I deserve any better.

I am then gagged, much to my delight. Lying on my back, Lady Shay sits enthroned on the sofa. She caresses my face with her flip-flops—I'm already melting.

Very quickly, she takes them off and shoves her thick, sweaty socks under my nose. That's it, that's why I moved to another country. I'm in heaven. I find myself behind my computer screen again, greedily sniffing the socks of a woman I had watched so much on video. Under her warm, damp socks, I disappear completely.

She talks to me in humiliating terms, teases me. For my part, I love being forced to sniff her Nike socks. As if I had no other choice, as if it were imposed on me, as if it were her thing, her defeated, mediocre, humiliated thing.

The smell is very strong, Lady Shay is not guilty of misrepresenting the merchandise. You should know that in the weeks and days leading up to the session, she regularly sent me audio messages via WhatsApp, teasing me about the smell of her socks. I got an erection every time I listened to them.

With every breath I take, I belong to her a little more. She possesses me. All I dream of is merging with her sweaty socks. As ridiculous as my situation may seem to an outside observer, I feel more peaceful and calm than ever, as if the smell stifles my anxiety, my pain of living. No one expects anything from me, especially not to express myself or make decisions. What a relief. I am not nothing; I am less than nothing, and I like it that way.

I love Lady Shay, this voluptuous woman who offers me her intimacy. I am penetrated by the dampness of her sweaty socks, captivated by her enchanting dome.

The minutes, the tens of minutes pass. I remain silent, except for numerous moans of pleasure and relaxation. Lady Shay speaks to me in English, in terms that accentuate my feeling of humiliation, of being nothing more than her human doormat, a blooming larva.

Time passes, and so does my existential anxiety.

At a certain point, Lady Shay puts me in a smotherbox. My face stuck, I continue to revel in my helplessness under her very fragrant socks. My erection since the beginning of the session was more than vigorous; I am tense in that area as I have rarely been before. I had a maximum erection for about an hour and a half, which meant that in the end, I was unable to ejaculate, as was the case during my session with Nanny Alice. It doesn't matter; it's secondary.

For the last part of the session, I found myself gagged with her socks, enduring the presence of her thick, bare, fragrant naked feet on my face. Again, as always, I sniffed greedily. I felt good.

Final words

I am extremely happy that I gave in to my fantasy and traveled all the way to Germany to meet Lady Shay. Submitting to a woman you have watched so many times on video is a very dopamine-filled experience that I wish everyone could have.

But I also found a warm, welcoming dominatrix who was very attentive to the well-being of her submissives. I sometimes think back on my experience with her with emotion, and my goal is to return to see her in the future, again to sniff her perfect white socks. Perhaps with some of her friends, as she suggested...