Every, Single Wrinkle Of Daddys Perfect, Meaty Soles Demands To Be Coated In Adoring Sub-beta Saliva.

Every, single wrinkle of Daddy’s perfect, meaty soles demands to be coated in adoring sub-beta saliva.

Every plump, masculine toe demands to be placed in an inferior mouth and sucked as if life depended on it.

Those incredible arches. That level of stern, firm but fair, Daddy Dom feet meat. Such a huge area to caress, lick and adore. You would be so lucky, boy!

So what are you waiting for, sub?

If you’re a good foot-boy, then embrace it:

Tell Him exactly how you want to please Him and His magnificent paws. Get on your knees, beg, and maybe, just maybe, He will grant you the best experience of your inferior life.

“It’s time for you to confess that you’re a totally helpless footbeta, My boy.

“Just look at My meaty, masculine, Daddy soles and tell Me you don’t crave to bury your face deeply into, around, and underneath them.

“Just look at My big, plump, Daddy toes and tell Me you don’t crave to place each and every one in your mouth, one-by-one, sucking, licking and devouring. Don’t forget the in-between parts!

“Just look at My highly enticing, perfectly-etched, Daddy sole-wrinkles and tell me you don’t crave to trace each and every one with your foot-obsessed, salivating, tongue.

“All that while you’re hard as a bone, lost in submission, your only goal being to please your Best FootDaddy, nothing else in the world mattering.

“Just what I thought. You’re My best footboy, aren’t you? You’ll do anything to adore, venerate, and please Me and My amazing feet, won’t you? You can’t help it. You were born to do this. You were made to be under My Daddy Feet. So just surrender. Let it happen. Give in and do everything your mind, heart, and 🍆 desire. Everything is going to be Just Fine.

“Good boy.”

“Up, and down, up, and down, just keep staring and letting your mind fall deeper and deeper into submission.

Master’s meaty feet are truly mesmerising, aren’t they boy? It’s only natural for you to fall helplessly under their spell. So perfect. No more need to think. No more need to stress. All you need to do is get underneath Master’s manly soles and worship them.

Up, and down, up, and down. Lick, massage, caress, stroke. Someone looks like they’re thoroughly enjoying this…” 🍆 “…that’s it, footboy. Keep going. You’re doing so well.

Up and down. Up and down…good sole-slave, good foot-boy, don’t fight it, just let it happen. Yes, my good sole-licker. Let it all out. Master’s meaty soles do crazy things to you, don’t they, my good foot-sl*t. Keep going. Up and down. Up and down…” 💦

“…such a good foot-beta…don’t stop…this is never-ending from now on. And you look so cute and smiley in your beautiful, happy, mesmerised footsub-space. Round 2?

Up and down, up and down. Here we go again…” 😏 🍆 🌀

Reblog if you want a footjob from those meaty soles.

He casually dangles His irresistible, manly sole over the arm of the sofa and orders you to fetch Him a beer from the fridge, pointing without even looking up at you (no, Master only ever looked down at His favourite footsub).

He understands the power He wields via His virile, superior, Alpha feet. He knows the way He can get you to do anything He pleases.

You feel inferior, you feel weak, and you feel incredibly turned on.

“Yes, Master. Right away, anything for You and Your perfect paws.”

“That’s a good footbeta. You treat Your Master well, just as nature intended it.”

“Yes, Sir. I can’t help it. I’m obsessed with following Your orders and worshipping Your might.”

“I know you are, footslave. Master is very happy with how far you have been coming along. Once you get back, Master is going to bless You with the honour of being under His feet for as long as it takes Him to enjoy His cold beverage and you to carry out your business.

“I’ll leave you with that thought and that prospect as you go to the kitchen. Oh yes, Master can see that the desired effect is already taking full shape…

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“My good footbeta. Go along now. Don’t keep Your Master waiting.”

“Yes, Boss, absolutely. One beer coming right up.”

You sigh with delight as you quickly make your way to the fridge. Your pole is in full salute. You feel so happy and so fulfilled. All that mattered was pleasing Your FootGod. It’s just how it was meant to be. You pop open the bottlecap, grab some salted pretzels from the cupboard, put them in a small bowl and rush back to the living room. What a good Alpha footservant you truly were. You feel so proud to be able to make Your Master happy.

“Good footslave. As promised, now you get everything you ever needed and desired as well.”

With that, Master clicks and points down. You waste no time in burying your face right where it belongs. Not an atom separates you and Your object of pure, blissful idolatry.

“Thank you, Master, thank you so much,” you utter as you let out further groans of ecstasy, “what You and Your amazing soles do to me. It’s total unadulterated pleasure. Thank You, Boss.”

“I know my good footslave, I know.” Master replies, patting you on the head and giving you a sexy and cocky grin.

“Now lose yourself. Go on. Cover My soles in your beta spit, make them glisten. Don’t forget to suck each and every Masterful toe, too. And the in between bits. Oh yeah, that’s your tongue’s absolute favourite resting place. Isn’t it, my best footboy? Your Alpha Master is just sooo good to you. You lucky, lucky foot freak. You have My permission to do whatever You need to do. Now go!”

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If you’ve never experienced the thrill of being envious of a coffee table, then this image of a handsome, ignoring, Alpha stud and His perfect, masculine, meaty, wrinkled soles, is a great place to start.

Aren’t they just crying out for an inferior footbeta to be underneath them, cleaning them, caressing them, feeling helplessly trapped by their superiority?

One glance and you find yourself physically yearning to feel the power that He wields over you via His incredible feet, without even trying. It’s transcendental.

You’re suddenly just craving to abandon all your other hopes and dreams. You’d do anything to be able to serve Him and spend your days and nights attending to His soles’ power, constantly trying but never truly succeeding to feel worthy of their and ergo His almighty existence.

It’s all you want now. Just to be able to replace His coffee table.

You’re sick. And you love it.

“Yeah man, that’s fine, you can get on the floor and have your way with my big, masculine feet and soles. Don’t worry, I understand that they’re perfect and that you’re helpless to resist them. My girlfriend’s pretty into them too! They could use a clean and a rub, anyway. Just bear in mind that you’ve got 30 minutes to do what you need to do before this episode finishes. And factor into that, that whatever mess you make, you’ll have to clear up too. Understood?

“Aren’t you one lucky footsub? Oh yeah!”