Not My Original But A Bit Of Seasonal Humour I Found Enjoyable.

Not my original but a bit of seasonal humour I found enjoyable.

While most ‘normal’ men would be ‘buying’ him for his godly, Alpha physique and handsome face, most of you on here know by now that for me it’s those perfect, meaty, manly feet and boner-inducing, dominant, virile soles that instantly win me over.

What I wouldn’t give to have paws like that to worship, serve and adore this holiday period. Yum!

“Yes Master, You say and we obey. Your huge, divine, engulfing soles are what footbetas like me dream of. And they look so damn handsome covered in beta saliva, making the wrinkles glisten in their full glory. Thank You for the privilege.”

Again, slave! Be a good doormat and clean my beautiful feet till they shine !!!

Daddy and His Alphas with their enrapturing, meaty soles.

At Their feet, you find your ultimate peace. Under Them, under Daddy. Don’t fight the Hierarchy. You’re at the natural place you have always truly craved to be. Not a Daddy. Not an Alpha. Just a foot-obsessed beta slave. Why fight it? Who do you think you’re fooling? Feel it growing inside. Take your rightful position at Their glory. Give up. Give in.

You’re blessed to be in Their presence.

Now get worshipping.

Back to where it all began on Tumblr, 5 years ago with a random gif I made from a George Clooney film clip. (He’s still the silver fox of my dreams!)

I then decided to turn Tumblr into my number one place to pour out all my deepest, darkest gay foot fantasies through your images and my words…

And now I am so overwhelmingly happy that 1000 of you have chosen to follow, like, comment on and value my gay foot-fetish reblogs with taglines, short stories and imagined dialogues.

Thank you very much for being here and for sticking around.

You all help me to stand firm in my convictions that ‘weird’ fetishes should be embraced, celebrated, and shared. Not judged, looked down upon, or ostracised.

Who knows how we got here? But it’s so much fun giving into who we are and living our best lives together.

Here’s to many more fun, shared, sordid foot-worshipping times ahead!

Care for a bowl? #celebritymalefeet #alphafeet #daddyfeet #silverfox #daddyworship #footworship

“How dare you leave me and your Uncle waiting boy. I am very disappointed in you. Your punishment will be kneeling down in front of us, putting your footslut face just inches from our incredibly handsome soles and not being allowed to touch, lick, suck or caress anything until WE say so. Understood beta? You don’t deserve to worship our glory know.”

“Yes Daddy. Sorry Uncle. Right away bosses. You say and I will obey. I am a mere weakling and YOU control me and my pathetic, alpha male foot-loving penis. You’re right to feel totally ashamed of your footboy son, Daddy.”

“Damn straight. Well that apology and wording was a good start back to your redemption footslut. No more talking now though. Just get your head right where I told you. Now.”

You obeyed Dad and waited for Him and His Alpha brother to grant you permission to do what you had been yearning to do today, tomorrow and every day of your sad, foot-obsessed life. You hung your head in shame, inhaled their mighty Feet’s scents and forced yourself to avoid any contact, just like your Masters said. You were Their best boy. You needed to hear Their words:

“Good boy. Good footslave. You are forgiven. Let today’s veneration commence.”

You chastised yourself over and over again for sleeping through your alarm and not getting Their chores done fast enough. You sighed, you moaned and then you just waited. And waited.

“Good footbeta.” You told yourself over and over again. No brainwashing required here! Your warped brain does all that for you automatically. You basked in Their superiority. You craved. You waited some more.

“There’s no resisting Daddy’s hot, big, wide, wrinkled paws now is there, footboy? You’re drowning in their magnificence and you need to submit to them straight away, don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy. They’re mesmerising and I can’t do anything to control my urges. Your soles are truly irresistible, it’s true.”

“Good footboy. That’s just what Daddy thought. Well they’re not gonna just clean themselves are they, slave?”

“No, Daddy. Absolutely not. May I have the honour of being underneath their glory and serving them as they deserve to be?”

“Yes footslut. You have Daddy’s permission to do everything you’re born to do with and to them, okay? Let’s start with licking between every enchanting crevice until they’re sparklingly clean and glistening with your beta sub saliva, shall we? After that we’ll turn our attention onto Daddy’s bulbous, manly toes. Don’t worry, we won’t forget about your penchant for sticking your puppy tongue in between and up and down their gaps so that every inch of my dominant Daddy soles has been fully treated and worshipped correctly. Then we’ll assess your sub feet service level and see if you deserve to coat them in your cute, little sub saliva juice. Sound good footboy?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank You so much. I feel so at peace as soon as I admit my beta urges to you. I am ‘home’ underneath You and Your superior soles. It’s only then when nothing else but pleasing, adoring and venerating Your perfect feet makes sense. Thank You so much for letting me.”

“You’re welcome, footboy. I’m so glad you finally found Me. You’re such a lucky footslut, aren’t you, footslave?”

“Yes Daddy, one million per cent. I’m Yours.”

“Gooood boyyyy. No need to fight it is there. Now get licking.”

“Yes Daddy. Absolutely. Right away, Boss.”

“That’s my good footslut. Oh you’re so hard and excited already I see with that tent in your trousers. No need for you to stay clothed, footboy, is there?”

“No Daddy. I need to release my bone and show You what effect Your soles immediately have on me.”

“And that’s just how it should be, footslave. Permission to get naked for full-on foot beta service granted. You’re such a good, little sole worshipper, footboy. You make Daddy so, so proud.”

Those words sent electric shivers down your beta spine. Your 🦴 twitched profusely and stood up to full arousal. You followed Daddy’s orders immediately. All that mattered was pleasing Him. Giving Him what He deserved. You lay naked and placed your face firmly beneath His glorious wrinkled soles. You breathed Him in, inhaling His true power over you. You felt alive. You felt ready. You put out your tongue and let nature guide you in every single long-lasting, hot and joyful lick. Up, down. Side to side. You wouldn’t miss one inch or let one moment more pass without being filled with your adoration. Your purpose in life was here and it was now. You smiled uncontrollably and Daddy reached down to ruffle your hair.

“Such a goooood foootboyyy. Just completely losing himself in Daddy’s perfection, Daddy’s superiority. Nothing left to do but obey. Is there footslut? You’re mine. You belong to Daddy’s superior soles. You’re such a lucky foootboooyyy. Oh yes.”