In The Blink Of An Eye, Youre Captivated.

In the blink of an eye, you’re captivated.

In the beat of a heart, you’re hooked.

Something changed within you, the night that He moved in.

An irreversible loss of self-restraint.

An undeniable urge to do anything He said.

Whenever evening fell, and the working day was done, your adjusted self came alive.

He ate the dinner you prepared. He chose what you both watched as you ate it. He checked His socials as you looked on in desire. He felt the fatigue after the day working in His high and powerful job; your energy, on the other hand, was just starting to pique. His eyes started to close, and yours lit up.

You knew it would soon be time to let loose.

He clicked and pointed at the floor by His feet. You moved into position. He started drifting off. You never knew if He deliberately chose this moment to switch off completely. Whatever it was, He never chose to be alert while what happened next, happened next.

He looked as though He’d dropped into slumber. You knew this was your best moment. His meaty, masculine soles took over. You placed your face directly in front of them. You inhaled His superior scent. You indulged yourself in His presence. You held out your arms and started lightly caressing the underneath of His paws. He did not stir.

You massaged gently and a feeling within you stirred. Pleasure. Pure pleasure. To be at His feet, giving them the attention they deserved. You wasted no time in starting to lick. And yet still, He remained asleep.

Long, lascivious licks, coating both His soles in glistening saliva. You felt alive. The smell, the taste, the warmth. Everything seemed to slot into place.

You lost yourself with your mouth. Thinking stopped. Outside world problems abated. All that mattered in that moment was pleasing the resting Man in front of you. Underneath His feet, you felt at home, at peace, at one. And clearly so did your body. 🍆

Taking great care not to wake Him, your worship continued, unbridled and unashamedly. The link between mouth, mind, and body took over. The only important thing right now was His feet. 👣

Steadily, as time went on, the 🦴 in your pants started aching. The throbbing sensation was all-consuming. The more you worshipped, the better you felt. The better you felt, the more you lost yourself.

This twisted cycle boxed you in. Master all the while seemingly (😉) unaware. You kept going, and going, and going.

Nothing else was necessary. Nothing else made you care. But His feet. His mighty, masculine soles. And doing to them what they deserved, and in turn what He did too.

Minutes passed. How long it had been was not known or even necessary to know. All that remained were His feet, you, and your 🍆.

Oh.

Here it came now. Your mouth remained firmly planted on the underside of His feet, but your hands passed down to your crotch area. Suddenly your jerking became more and more unstoppable. Still frightened to wake up the Male object of your idolatry, you made sure you stayed quiet. But the back and forth motion, coupled with contact with such greatness, led only to sensations otherwise unknown.

Every inch of His feet had been serviced. Every toe had been sucked. Every wrinkle had been licked in between. Every part of His arch had been touched by your tongue.

Satisfied? Hell yeah!

It was time.

👣 ✋🏼 👅 🍆

👣 🚼 🛐 🦴

🤲🏼👅🤲🏼

💦 💦 💦

🌀 🌀 🌀

⛓️

Daddy contemplating the grovelling wreck that His powerful, strong soles have turned you into.

Hmmm 🤔

What do you have to say for yourself, footsub?

Master contemplates the inferior version of a ‘man’ kneeling beneath His perfect, meaty, masculine soles.

You wait patiently to be granted permission to begin.

You, being who you truly were, are and always will be: a servant, a beta, and a worshipper of the feet of all Men so superior to you.

———

You could never even imagine what it must feel like to have been born in a real Man’s body, with real Men’s attitudes, real Men’s confidence, and real Men’s effortless pizazz.

In normal life: at work, in the street, out shopping, at the gym - anywhere outside really - you learnt to put on this massive front. Years of experiencing disdain from everyone around you made you harden up. It was the only option to avoid ridicule, suffering, and hate.

The constant and unnatural hardening up had scrambled your brain cells, but weirdly also naturally started to lead to physical hardening alongside the psychological and emotional. It was as though your mind was naturally compensating for what your body had to do, be, say, think, and pretend, every day.

To fit in, you wore these masks, but inside you felt and knew you were trying so much to be someone you just weren’t. Every time you admitted it to yourself in private, you were rewarded with ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams. Stimuli representing your true self took over. Outside you exacerbated inside you, which consequently became fetishised, reinforced, and then indelibly unlocked within you forever more.

Everything every atom of your being felt inside was forcibly silenced as soon as you stepped out of the door and until you returned again. The dilemma was troubling, the troubling intensified, and then went full circle to private unspeakable bliss.

———

So here, now, everything was finally different:

No, nothing about you both was the same.

No, nothing about you both was equal.

Yet yes, here you were; you getting yours, Him getting His.

Dialogue was sparse. Talk was cheap. Actions spoke for themselves. As did meanings.

The scene playing out in Master’s garden meant that Nature was being respected, time was being dedicated to what It intended, and space was being used as It knew it should be.

Everything aligned, you were hard AF, and Master was just so fulfilled to be fulfilling His role as an overseer of subordinates just like you.

Thus the scene was set and the break from modern-day reality was such a relief for you both. The pleasure this gave both of you was inexplicable and undeniable. It felt so right, so good, and so special, just to give in.

The ‘real you’ inside of you, that you had learnt and worked hard to hide all these years could just be set free for a moment or two. Being yourselves was unimaginably easy. Feigning otherwise was so draining.

———

Now show that Man your true self. Bury your face into the bottom of His feet. Show him how grateful you are to be there, at His soles, underneath Him and therefore also His clan, His leadership, His protection.

Lose yourself in this perfect moment. Coat His paws in your beta saliva. Make His feet feel so damn good with your licks, caresses, and rubs.

Surrender to that yearning inside. Be a ‘good boy’. Let yourself become harder than hard can be. Nature wanted this all along. And It will reward you both with the best feelings any Man or man could ever experience.

You both just know, without even having to think about it, that it’s exactly what you are supposed to be doing, at exactly the right time, in exactly the right place.

👑 👣 > 👁️ 🌀 > ✋🏼 👅 > 🪨 🍆 > 🤯🥵🫠 > 💦 💦 💦 > ☮️ in 🛐

Happy Alpha Men = happy beta boys.

Just as Nature intended. 😉

The only place worthless maggots like you belong is under an Alpha’s huge sole, looking up at Him, slowly surrendering to the fact that He is everything that you will never be. Don’t you agree, foot-boy?

No need to reply.

Your 🪨 hard 🍆 tells the universe everything it needs to know.

Now let’s let your crushing commence.

Oh f**k. You’re just so little, down there, being smothered, as though your whole existence was just disappearing into nothingness. And yet you’re bloody loving it. Aren’t you?

Yeah, it just feels so damn good to be who you really are, finally. Doesn’t it?

No more pretending. No more wearing of that mask that you never truly manage to pull off anyway. No more imitating your Alpha superiors at all.

All you need to do from now on is just be you. An object. An inferior. Just lying there, on the floor, underneath Master’s gigantic paws. 🐾

Yes. That’s where you belong. Isn’t it?

It just feels so damn amazing.

Good footslave.

💦 💦 💦

Well…that didn’t take long now, did it?

Another owned beta for His stable.

Another “Man”, or so everyone thought.

It just comes so naturally to Him…and to you…

This blissful subjugation. This ying and yang perfection. The asymmetrical beauty of an Alpha, His feet, His soles, His property…

His 👣 your 🌀

His 💪🏼 your 🛐

His 💬 your ☑️

Good boy.

⛓️

“That’s right. Just look. Just stare. Just DROP.”

🌀 🌀

“Oh wait. Suddenly all you want to do is worship my soles?”

“Funny that.”

***

“Oh, yeah, you’re on your knees.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re begging to lick.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re Master’s good little foot-boy?”

*Pants, drools, waits*

“Well go on then.”

👣 👅

“Good footsub.”

The pinnacle of masculinity.

The epitome of your demise.

The meaty toes, the wrinkled soles, the oh-so-f*ckable arches…

…all attached to someone more Alpha than you’ll ever be.

A real Man.

He makes you feel little.

He makes you feel weak.

He reminds you of everything you’re not.

He makes you want to worship Him more than anything else in your small, unfulfilled life.

One glance at the underside of His dominant paws 🐾 is all it takes to get you hooked.

Time to get on your knees, foot-boy.

Stay right there, foot-slave.

Master will just fetch your new collar…

⛓️