Masters Capturing The Moment Another Helpless Victim Becomes Irreversibly Enslaved By His Perfect Paws:

Master’s capturing the moment another helpless victim becomes irreversibly enslaved by His perfect paws:

5…4…3…2…1…

…And, poof! Just like that. You’re His for the taking from now on. Didn’t take long, did it, footboy?

Now get down on your knees, and beg to have the privilege of servicing those soft, enticing soles.

Don’t try to fight it. Feel that tightening in your underwear? That’s confirmation of everything you ever truly desired.

He’s adding your picture to His stable collection album as you wait, patiently, to start the first of many worship sessions to come.

And just like that, Master clicks His fingers and you know exactly what to do.

Lick 👅 caress 🤚 suck 👣 and let yourself get lost in the erotic bliss. 🍆 You deserve it, lucky footslave. 🌀 What a good footbeta! 🛐 Make Master truly proud. 💦

“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…” 😏 🍆 🌀

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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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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.

“Oh boy, why do you look so sad? Come on and talk to Dad’s soles now.”

“Don’t be ashamed or afraid. Everything you’ve ever been craving is here in one act of submission.”

“Surrender, worship, and tell Dad about your woes. He’ll listen while you lick, caress and kiss.”

“There. Now doesn’t that feel better? Keep going. Something in your shorts tells me that you have found your new favourite place to be.”

“No need to feel lost or ashamed any more, my good boy. That’s it. Give in to every perfect wrinkle, every plump toe, every inch of these engulfing, mature soles. Let yourself be free.”

“Good boyyy.”