Back To Where It All Began On Tumblr, 5 Years Ago With A Random Gif I Made From A George Clooney Film

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!

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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.

You shouldn’t like it. But you do.

A random, attractive male wriggling his toes and writhing the wrinkles on his soles shouldn’t have this effect on you. But it does.

You stopped scrolling. You stared in a daze. You dreamt of being there, at His feet, loving, worshipping and adoring His captivatingly sexy soles. You crave to cover them in your beta saliva, massaging and caressing them, feeling inferior as you look up at your handsome, new Foot Master.

You can try to hide it and you can try to escape it but deep down you know something within you wants nothing more. Just give in.

🥵 🥵 🥵

“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.

One look at His Alpha soles and you’re His. He knows all about the power He has over you. He clicks His finger and points down at the floor in front of Him. You move over and get on your knees. You look up at Him in all his Alpha muscle superiority. You are at one with your inferior reality.

You stick out your tongue and make first contact with that magnificent foot. It tastes so good. It feels amazing. Ecstasy tingles through your body as you submit and surrender to all you ever wanted to be.

He sips his drink and ignores you on His phone. You’re nothing but an insignificant slave as far as He is concerned. He lets you be who you always wanted to be and in return you worship Him day and night.

Most people would struggle to understand but the asymmetrical relationship you and your Alpha have fulfils every desire within you to subjugate yourself to a perfect specimen of Manhood. You groan in pleasure, your d**k is rock hard and you are happier than you could ever imagine.

“Thank you Master for existing. Thank you for letting me worship your perfect feet and super manly body. I’m forever grateful.”

“You’re welcome boy.” He replies, not even looking up from whatever has got His attention.

He knew what you wanted. He ensured you got it. Your existence was everything it was ever meant to be. You were alive.

Everyone else is admiring His mesmerising, alpha, hairy pecs, His rock-hard, dreamy abs and His handsome, ‘come and get me’ face but all you can do is stare at His blurry, sexy sole and crave of genuflecting yourself at it, adoring it, adoring Him in His mighty presence. It’s not normal but don’t worry. Your desire to be beneath Him will be obliged. He will acquiesce and you will be where you belong. Lucky foot-boy!

Hairy and harnessed.