You Are Summoned To The Office And Your Boss Is Waiting For You Like This. No Words Needed Except A Quick

You are summoned to the office and your boss is waiting for you like this. No words needed except a quick click of the fingers and pointing. You know exactly what to do and the growing bulge in your trousers prevents you from any resistance. You assume the position, your tongue goes out and you savour every wrinkly, sweaty lick. Order is restored as you give into everything your very essence desires. You lose yourself in your worship, you make sure every inch is covered in your saliva. You embrace your inferiority and you wait for permission to touch that aching, raging, erect penis of yours. You know nothing but yearning for this to be every day of your life. Eventually you have earnt the right to explode. Boss will be very pleased with your productivity as you naturally become His addicted slave. C’est comme ça et ça y est.

Daddy barefoot office🤤

These sexy toes and feet wiggling truly are mesmerising. The way they make you stop scrolling, draw you in, make you yearn to be worshipping at them and take you to a place of pure arousal is inevitable.

Some incredibly sexy size 14 feet.

“Your cure is also your downfall Sir, but, why fight it? Okay now that I’ve got your attention, all you’ll want to do is press your face against my socked, dominant feet. Was I right? I know I was. Dig in. Oh yes I know the smell is overpowering.”

“Well someone suddenly looks happy to see me. You know it feels right. Sure you can call me Master. Oh my, that’s some serious loving you’re giving those. You sure didn’t need to be asked twice. Okay but don’t rush it. What you can’t hold on? Wow that was even quicker than my last patient. Well, go for it then but make sure you clean up after yourself.”

“Safe to say your aching has been overcome? Oh you’re desperate for more? Let me see. Same time again tomorrow? Sure!”

Dr Sockmaster easily claiming more willing footslaves, helpless to resist. You next?

Doctor’s orders… to worship his sweaty socks ;)

The reassuring caress of Master’s hand as you give in and surrender to your new life of unapologetic worship. Master’s feet own you and control your mind now. All you want is to be Master’s good boy and adore His feet forever. Close your eyes, get your tongue ready and fall deeper and deeper into blissful enslavement.

It’s ok BOY. You’re mine now. Just sleep and do DEEP DOWN. You are becoming my slave NOW. So weak, just Master’s proprety. So tired and needy. 

Jackpot! 🎰 Big, beefy, masculine, wrinkled AND shiny, oiled soles of a Dom who knows exactly how to make His footslaves weak to His feet’s power and leave them begging for more. Perfect foot Master!

"Yes, you may call me Master as you give in to every desire you ever knew you had. You don’t have to keep telling me. I know I’m the Alpha Muscle God of your dreams. I know my huge, powerful, socked feet and perfect, bulging guns make you feel weak and inferior. I know I’m impossible for a beta like you to resist. If you manage not to cum long enough as you bury your face into my sheers, sniff, rub and lick, I might just call you My Good Boy at the end of it."..."Oh...too late."