Daddys Perfect Soles Control Your Mesmerised Eyes.

Daddy’s perfect soles control your mesmerised eyes.

Daddy’s perfect feet control your intoxicated beta-brain.

Daddy’s perfect wrinkles leave you craving to trace every inch of them with your inferior, footslave tongue for hours on end.

Daddy’s perfect attitude controls your obsession, yearning and compulsion to beg for more.

Daddy’s perfect. Daddy’s feet are perfect. Worshipping them has become your perfect reason to exist.

Perfect Daddy’s got you; Perfect Daddy controls you; you’re His perfect, pathetic, adoring, little foot-sl*t. And He loves you for it.

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Since surrendering at and to His perfect feet, everything that was wrong with your prior, unfulfilled life has vanished completely and forever.

You’re irreversibly and irrefutably His now. His perfection controls every atom of your being and every brainwave that passes between your messed-up, clouded, inferior synapses. You became His from the moment He saw you staring at His complete perfection one day.

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So here you were again. You were at His perfect feet, licking, caressing, rubbing and worshipping them, as you always did, just as it was always meant to be.

He was barely paying you any attention, as always, just letting you get on with it. You just did and always do what comes naturally to you. It seemed that nature had always intended for you to be this inferior excuse for a male. Obsessed with being underneath superiority. Gagging to give yourself to a handsome, superior and perfect Alpha Daddy’s feet.

You didn’t care. You could and did do this all day every day. Worshipping, losing yourself, and waiting patiently.

Eventually, He looked up from His phone, glanced down at you and smiled, reminding you what a GOOD BOY you were for being totally subjugated by His perfect soles, feet and toes.

You smiled back, you thanked Him, you groaned in pleasure and you touched the rock-hard mountain in your shorts.

“Yes, my good footslave, it’s time for you to unload your daily beta-juice all over them. Go ahead. Just remember that every drop spilt has to be fully licked and sucked up afterwards. Go on my good footboy. You deserve it, my devoted foot-sub.”

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And with that He placed his perfect soles together, His manly arches parallel to each other, and left just the right size gap for your ‘man’hood to find its way in.

You unzipped, you inserted, you assumed the perfect position and started penetrating. With an in and out, back and forth motion which nobody ever needed to teach you, you just knew exactly how to do it from the very first time it came to it. You lived for being in between and underneath an Alpha Daddy male’s paws. Your whole life had meaning only when you were being completely controlled by superior soles.

You savoured the moment. You went into a trance with Daddy’s perfect feet surrounding your engulfed beta- 🍆. Engulfed by His perfect paws. Surrounded by His perfection.

You moaned, you felt waves of intense pleasure, ecstasy and fulfilment coursing through your entire beta body. You looked up at Daddy. Daddy looked down lovingly but also patronisingly at you. He clenched His soles around your pole and allowed you to keep f**king them intensely. He made sure His presence and dominance completely took over everything that made you, you.

You held on as long as you could but it didn’t take much for His utter perfection to leave you completely helpless to resist. Then He started with His perfect verbal mantra and it was very hard to do anything but succumb:

“Who’s Daddy’s good, little, perfect foot-slave?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Who’s Daddy’s best, devoted, sole-obsessed beta?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Who would do absolutely anything for Daddy’s *perfect* feet, soles, toes, arches and wrinkles?”

“Me, Daddy. Always. Me.”

“Good boy. My good, adoring foot-boy. So pathetic, so enslaved, so utterly devoted to MY perfect Daddy feet. So obey me now. And let it alllll out. Coat MY. Perfect. Arches. Drown Daddy’s manly, superior soles in your submissive, beta semen, footbeta. Do it now boy!”

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“Good boy. Such a gooooood boy for Daddy’s feet. There, doesn’t that feel like the most perfect feeling ever? My perfect footslave? Everything you ever wanted or needed. And Daddy provides it for his Best Boy.”

“Yes Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I love everything about your perfect feet, Daddy.”

“Very good, my good boy. You’ve made Daddy very proud of you once again. Now clean up this mess at once.”

And with that Daddy put his airbuds back in, went back to ignoring you and left you overcome by how fulfilled you felt and overwhelmed by how much you loved everything He did to you and made you feel without even really trying.

You licked up your mess with pleasure and delight, giving His perfect soles and toes yet more of the long beta licks and bathing in sub saliva that they always deserved.

You sat back afterwards, stared at His glistening sole wrinkles and admired your work.

You felt so good, so grateful to be alive and so lucky to be perfectly ‘home’.

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Nature offers so many beautiful things to experience and witness.

You could decide to take a swim in the inviting lake, sunbathe on the comfortable sand, or go for a pleasant hike up that gentle hill.

However, nature also made certain boys to be submissive, little, foot freaks. Just like you!

Luckily, this Daddy knows alllll your weaknesses and is here to help by taking over your weak, obsessed, footbeta brain.

So wait no longer. As soon as He saw you coming His way, He knew you would be His.

Now, get on the floor underneath His magnificent, meaty feet and beg to trace every manly wrinkle of His perfect sole with your tongue. Yearn to put each and every bulbous toe of His in your inferior mouth and suck as if your life depended on it. Crave to place your beta saliva in between each one, bathing, cleaning and succumbing to what you know you NEED to do.

You realise that other outdoor pursuits are, indeed, overrated. So you decide to embrace this wonderful opportunity to surrender and worship.

You’re going to become Daddy’s best footboy, aren’t you, slave?

He’s very proud of your choice.

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.

If Daddy Eli’s big, masculine paws made you stop scrolling and stare, even just for a moment then you’re a confirmed footsub for a wiser, smarter, more handsome, older male Alpha.

You may choose to embrace or deny your feelings but that twitch in your underwear was there to let you know that there’s no way out of your twisted fantasies.

Daddy will wait patiently while you realise what a pathetic beta you are. He’ll keep his dominant paws ready for you. When you’re finally ready to take the plunge, you will finally get everything you ever craved, deep down.

“Good little gooning foot boy,” Daddy will say, “you finally decided to let yourself be happy. From now on, there’s nothing left to worry about. Your entire existence led to this moment. Relax, listen to my voice and just obey…”

“Yes, they are truly mesmerising aren’t they, my good foot-beta boy. Yes, you want nothing more than to beg to lick, massage, caress, worship and please them, don’t you?”

“Admit it to yourself. Say it out loud: You crave to be Daddy’s one and only foot adoration enthusiast, don’t you?”

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“Yes Daddy, I crave nothing more than to be your subjugated foot-slave. I’m obsessed with your ridiculously sexy soles. I don’t understand why they do what they do to me. But I’m completely under their and your spell. Please Daddy, take me and use me as you see fit. I’m finally ready to succumb and admit that I…me..am your number one, mesmerised footsub and worshipper. I beg you.”

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“Good boy. My good foot boy. See that didn’t take too long did it. Okay now get on your knees. No more talking from you. I will call the shots from now on and you will do as you’re told. Understood, Daddy footfreak?”

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“Yes Daddy. Anything you say Daddy. I’m completely hooked and completely at your service.”

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“Good boy. Oh my good boy. Aren’t you glad you decided to allow yourself to enter into Daddy foot-worshipping frenzy; AKA paradise? Now let’s begin”

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The evolution of a foot-slut may be long-yearned for and only eventually given into. But when it finally does happen, my goodness, the connection between you and Him is electric and ecstatic. You belong to His feet now. Such a gooooood footboy for Daddy. Aren’t you? Say it back…

Eli loves showing off those big sexy paws. Just don't get any cum on his feet, he doesn't like that.

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.