Daddy Can Do Whatever He F*ck*ng Likes To This Worshipping Foot Puppy! Mighty, Meaty, Masculine. Ownership!

Daddy can do whatever he f*ck*ng likes to this worshipping foot puppy! Mighty, meaty, masculine. Ownership!

Daddy’s got some nice, big feet ;)

“Don’t be surprised if you instantly drop to your knees, pup. Your bone will grow stronger and harder. You will feel the urge to beg and beg to worship Master’s perfect, meaty, masculine paws 🐾 while staring UP at him in adoration. You’re a beta pup, in the presence of raw Alpha perfection. Don’t fight it!”

Surrender is sweet when you accept your destiny at Master’s powerful feet.

He understands the power His Daddy feet and soles have over you. He loves presenting His meaty, wrinkly paws before you, His face virtually without expression as He watches you quiver. You gaze at them and yearn. He wants you to feel weak as you kneel down and place your beta head in between His glorious, masculine arches. He wants you to beg Him to let you worship every inch perfect inch.

Pretty soon, He will say, “Lick,” and your tongue will slowly glide in between every wrinkle. Then, he will say, “Suck” and your mouth will start working its way between each toe, up and down, one by one. While you give His right foot all the attention it deserves, His left will make its way to your crotch and vice versa. He loves caressing your aching beta cock, as you worship, adore and whimper in delight. The exchange of power solidified, He will masterfully bring you closer and closer to the edge. You will lose yourself in full submission as the relationship is fixed in time. His might, His feet, their natural dominance and your helpless surrender to them.

Eventually satisfied with your efforts, He will command, “Unzip”. Your erect penis will throb as His virile, meaty soles wrap themselves around it. You will thrust as His paws effortlessly engulf your cock. Up and down, lubricated with your dedicated saliva, you agonisingly wait for permission to release. Without words, He will simply observe your waves of pleasure being governed completely by His irresistible feet. You will try to hold on for as long as you can, but your dick won’t be able to fight the ecstasy coursing through your whole body.

He will say, “Cum for My feet, slave,” and without hesitation you will unload all of your beta semen, covering the soles you caressed, worshipped and adored. Coating them in your sub juice, you will moan with unbridled pleasure. Still without expression, He will wait and then say, “Clean up”. You won’t even question the order, you will lap up every last drop like a grateful, dedicated puppy, knowing that He has unlocked your darkest desires irreversibly. Nothing ever made you feel so happy, so right and yet also, so degraded.

When His feet are clean and glistening from all of your saliva, you will look up at Him and He will finally smile. He and you will both know that your beta cock finally belongs to His Alpha feet. You’re His and it’s theirs from now on. Just how it was supposed to be.

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These aren’t just any old pair of feet. They are Master, Alpha, meaty, masculine, hot af paws 🐾 and you will submit and you will obey. End of. 🔥 🔥 🔥

Just the sort of virile, masculine, Alpha Daddy I yearn to be at the feet of, worshipping, caressing, licking and serving. 🥵

My second attempt at a longer story, inspired some extremely hot images! I start with a paragraph and the narrative evolves around it as I get carried away! It’s hard not to when presented with such amazing, masterful soles being teased in front of us helpless admirers!!

Again, please let me know if this hit the right spots for you as well as any general feedback on the erotic writing. Enjoy!

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His foot lotion had long had some sort of bewitching effect on you. He saw the way you started lusting whenever you caught a glimpse oh his beautiful, high arches, perfect, wrinkly soles and domineering, plump toes. He thought He would try His regular experiment. He knew you were lying down, pretending to be doing something else as He casually grabbed His moisturising ointment. He saw your gaze move over as He sensually started rubbing the mixture into His right paw. He knew you liked a sole shiny and glistening. Right foot coated, He would present it out to you, like bait.

“Floor!” He would casually instruct.

And you would get down, underneath Him, looking up at the foot which was about to engulf you.

He stood above, reminding you who was Boss here.

He would gradually lower His sexy, shiny sole down onto your face. He saw the immediate hard-on in your slacks and How you were helpless to say no.

As soon as the ointment got closer to your nose, you inhaled deeply. His musk from a long day of training, coupled with the way the liquid accentuated each curve of your Boss’s feet, intoxicating you.

“Beg!” came the next order.

“Please Boss, let me worship your perfect, glistening feet.”

And with that, you were drowning in His sole. He held it there as you buried you face into each of its crevices. You awaited further orders.

“Lick slave.”

Your tongue slid out, exploring the meaty flesh, tracing the subtle wrinkles, finding its way in between each pleasure-inducing toe.

“Suck.”

One by one, you encompassed His bulging, masculine toes. He started with His big toe and you blew it like a cock. He started moaning with delight as He inserted further toes into your mouth, filling you with Him, His feet, His scent, marking His property.

He allowed you to make love to His right foot like this for what seemed like 20-25 minutes at least. All the while, your beta cock pulsated and you felt the precum oozing out at regular intervals. You loved every ecstatic second of being at His foot’s service. It felt right.

Once He eventually withdrew His right foot, He sat back down on His bed and started coyly rubbing His left one. You stayed on the floor, looking up, aching to serve your Boss’s other foot as well.

He looked down at you but did not change His stern expression.

“What are we going to do next with you today, my weak foot slave? What are we going to do with you now?”

Before you knew where you were, Boss had lowered His right foot back down to its original, resting place, covering the majority of your beta face, while His left came down hovering over your crotch.

“Something tells me My left foot is about to receive a different kind of lotioning cream today!”

And with that He commanded you to pull down your slacks. He placed His left foot over the raging bone sticking out in your underwear. His right remained engulfing your face and lips.

“Kiss my perfect sole again!” He ordered again as His left foot began pressing firmly down on your bulge. You let out helpless moans of ecstasy. You were owned by these Alpha feet and they controlled your waves of pure arousal. You wanted nothing more than to serve Boss’s almighty feet forever.

You carried on worshipping His perfect right paw as His left teased the aching rod inside your underwear, the material getting wetter and wetter with your beta drips by the minute.

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“It’s time foot slave,” He said after what seemed like a very long time had passed with your mouth adoring His feet and His feet, in return, enslaving your cock.

You pulled down your underwear and He swivelled round so that both of His masterful feet were now descending around your rock-hard bone. It fit perfectly in between His virile arches. You were drowning in ecstasy with the contact. Your cock felt right in between the superior man’s powerful paws. As He began to rub your dick, up and down, slowly, then quickly, slowly, then quickly, you started wincing at the pure pleasure coursing through your entire nervous system.

“Oh yes, someone was a very hungry foot slave today, indeed. I somehow think my Boss feet are going to have a particularly large protein bath today. Isn’t that right, foot slave?”

“Yes Boss,” you replied, “Your feet do things to me, no other person or thing can ever get close to.”

“Very well foot slave. In that case, it’s time to start counting down. Remember the drill. If you come before zero, or hang on seconds too long afterwards, you’re cleaning my toilet tonight with your tongue and spit-shining ALL of my filthy boots. Understood?”

“Yes Boss, perfectly Boss,” you replied compliantly but also in panic at the idea of letting down the Boss who treated you so well and brought you so much joy.

With that He told you to thrust and started counting down.

“10...”

You started frantically fucking your Boss’s perfect soles. The friction was very intense. You realised you had to calm down and it take it more slowly. His soles were already covered in so much precum that the lubricated, stiff hole was driving you and your penis wild.

“9....8....”

You were trying desperately to time your orgasm with His commands but you knew you couldn’t hold on for much longer. Boss was pressing His feet together, sending electric waves through your rod into your entire body.

“7...6...”

You looked up for reassurance and your Boss was sort of smirking. He knew what He was doing and He knew He could utter a few words and it would be game over for you. His conditioning had been that effective.

“5...Halfway there foot boy, keep going...”

Your cock ached with agonising ecstasy, your eyes were closed and your expression showed you were getting extremely close. Precum was still pouring out all over His meaty, wrinkles. Your cock glided so effortlessly in its friction against the manly flesh controlling it.

“4...”

You didn’t think you could hold it. Boss would be so disappointed. Please, dear god, hold on.

“3...”

It was about to be a volcanic eruption, you had got this far. Not long now!

“2...my good foot boy, you make Boss so happy when you obey.”

Those words, that trigger, the knowledge that you had pleased your Boss today, it was too much to handle!

“1...I’m so proud of you foot boy.”

Before he could continue, the word proud had a piercing effect in the air. It was too late. His feet, His musk all over you, His words of total control and reassurance. He knew what He was fucking doing! It was too late.

Ropes of cum jetted out of your aching rod. His soles became completely coated with your seed. So close. Fuck! It felt so good to have come in between your Boss’s powerful soles again, so masterfully engulfing your entire manlihood. You let out several moans of utter bliss. Your cock felt amazing but your brain also started panicking...“You were so close!”

Alas, you had come before zero...again!

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“I want every single speck of mud gone, immediately. One day, just maybe, one day you will learn to become the disciplined foot slave worthy of these almighty Boss feet. You’re getting so close. But not today. Lick my boots foot boy. Not another sound from you until they’re glistening in their cleanliness.”

And with that, the next hour was spent with your tongue meticulously tracing each inch of Boss’s boots. You felt humiliated and disappointed in yourself, yet also excited and relieved after your permission for ecstatic release. You would humbly accept your punishment today and keep striving to be the best foot slave your Boss could possibly dream of.

The battle today was part of the long-term war with your inner self-control. You knew Boss only had your best interest at heart. You loved your Boss and His perfect feet and you couldn’t wait for the next chance to demonstrate to Him that you could do as He told you. His feet were your destiny to mark the better soldier He knew He had to awaken within you. They completed you.

He has some of the best arches ever.