The Moment The Subs Foot Fetish Is Truly And Irreparably Unlocked As The Masters Meaty Toe Introduces

The moment the sub’s foot fetish is truly and irreparably unlocked as the Master’s meaty toe introduces itself to its mouth. The subtle shift in power exchange and the acceptance of one beta’s role in life have begun.

Daddy requires all his new boys to attend to his aching, sweaty, wrinkly soles and lean, golden-tanned, naturally dominant toes while he reclines and gives you orders. He regularly tells you what a good, submissive, beta foot-slave you are becoming. Every time he praises you, your erect, aching, ecstatic 🍆 will throb in delight. Maybe soon he’ll allow you to jack off in between them. That privilege is reserved for his very those most long-serving, loyal foot puppets!

Maybe one day! A weak, adoring male-foot obsessive can dream!

No words. Just wow. 😈 👣 So hot! 🥵

‘Daddy’s gone and got himself a new personal footslave.’

He will look on in scorn and disgust as you stare, beg, lick, worship and adore them for hours on end.

He won’t enjoy seeing what an excuse for an existence a beta footslave craves and gets from Him.

But He will know and understand that it’s just right in this world to have His sub, at His feet, making His life better.

Now get down where you belong!

“You there. Yes, you. You’re going to get on your knees and start licking. I saw you staring. Don’t pretend like you’re all shy or don’t want to. Get those perfect soles covered in your saliva. I want them glistening. Then, tongue in between each toe, one by one. Slowly, agonisingly ecstatic. Be the good, little foot slave you know you long to be. Yeah, looking at that growing bulge in your shorts, I can tell I’ve hit the nail exactly on the head. You’re going to refer to Me as FootGod from now on. Got it? Worship. Submit. Surrender. Good footboy.”

“No need to talk. Just trace every wrinkle with that tongue. Knew you’d surrender. No questions asked. Good pup.”

Feet to kill for. Wrinkles.r.us Bliss!