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“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!”

“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.

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. 💦

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…

🍆

“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!”

👣 👅 🤚 🍆 💦 🤩

Feeling lost? Feeling lonely? Feeling like nobody will ever understand?

Daddy Renato is here to help.

Just look at His perfect, manly, meaty soles; and surrender.

It’s really that simple.

Embrace your future serving at His feet. Forget about all the worries that your past life led to. None of that matters now, except the present truth. He’s got you at His soles. Only He knows who you really are. His soles do unto you something only He and you understand.

So…

Just give up control, give in to your overwhelming desires. Daddy Renato is here for you boy.

All He commands, now, is that you start counting backwards from 5. Go!

5…Daddy Renato’s soles are all you ever wanted.

4…Daddy Renato’s soles will make all your pain wash away.

3…Daddy Renato will become your God and you will do anything to please Him, His soles, His toes, only Him, only Daddy Renato. From now on.

2…Daddy Renato…feet…soles…worship…all you can do…all you can think of. In fact, thinking is getting so hard to do now. So hard. All other thoughts ever so blurry and ever so pointless. There’s no more need to think. No more need to question. You know this just feels so damn right, and so f***ing good…

1…Da..ddy….soooo….lessss….power…pleasure…surrender…do it…no more thinking…yessss…that’s it….everything you ever wanted….

0.

Yes, footboy. You’re such a good footboy for Daddy Renato’s soles, aren’t you? Feeling so good, so relaxed, so unable to stop. Keep going. Keep going down. Down. Down again. Further down. Underneath Daddy Renato. Underneath Daddy Renato’s huge, powerful, irresistible soles. Beneath Him is where you belong. Beneath them is the only place you ever needed to be. You deserve the pleasure only His soles can give you. You deserve to be at Daddy Renato’s feet. You deserve to be fulfilled. You deserve to be His. There’s nothing more to say. There’s nothing more to do.

So helpless, so submissive, so irreversibly turned on.

Gooooood boooyyyyyy.

Daddy Feet

Have you been a good boy for Daddy today?

Very well.

You deserve your daily hour of bliss, down at Daddy’s feet, staring up at Him. As always, Daddy’s here for you. Only He enables you to lose yourself completely, in unadulterated, frenzied worship, surrendering, and happiness.

Let’s see what today’s menu dictates:

First, Daddy requires you to start by sucking on each of His plump, meaty toes, one by one.

Then, He demands a tongue bath for each and every gap in between them.

Afterwards, you will move onto a sensual and devoted massage, caressing at first His rigid, attention-grabbing tops, then moving onto His perfect, irresistibly high arches.

Then finally, you’ll be permitted to end up at His soles. You may start with gentle puppy licks, but must gradually intensify into longer, more desperate motions. Your only goal by this point will be to coat them entirely in your footbeta saliva. Saliva is THE key for the last, little, extra step.

Only once every single part of Daddy’s magnificent, manly, mighty feet have been completely serviced (as they fully deserve) will His countdown start. Only then will you be able to attend to your own, debauched, foot-obsessed, slave needs. He loves to make you wait, make you beg, and build up all that His feet give to and do to you. He knows the self-fulfilling prophecy, only He can relieve for you.

Don’t worry, boy. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s got everything you need, crave, and desire. He knows exactly how to make sure He keeps getting only the best out of you through His expertise, control, and undeniably huge experience with weird foot-freaks like yourself.

Only Daddy understands.

Aren’t you the luckiest footboy in the world?

Warning 1: Alpha Daddy Aslan’s soles will immediately enrapture you in just one glance.

Warning 2: When you behold such perfection before you, you’re likely to have a total sensory overload. You’re right to do so. And there’s nothing an inferior footsub like you can do about it.

Warning 3: That beta life of lacking belonging leads to an insatiable yearning to dedicate your existence to the adoration of something and someone, more attractive than you, more successful, more manly, and overwhelmingly more important.

Warning 4: In this all-round superior’s service and devotion you will find what you have been looking for, but there will be absolutely no turning back. Alpha Daddy Aslan will both complete and enslave you.

Warning 5: By getting this far, Alpha Daddy Aslan has already cast the foundations of all that He needs to do for your mind to melt, your resistance to start fading away, and your desire to be nothing but His number one idolator cemented.

You’re blessed to be in the presence of such greatness. There is no parallel for the level of happiness inspired within you. Every atom of your body has become intoxicated with the dopamine that Alpha Daddy Aslan’s soles inevitably and inextricably incite within you.

No need to hide it, no need to fight it, Alpha Daddy Aslan will take over from here.

Good footboy. 🐶 Let it happen. 🍆 That’s it. 🌀 You’re His now. 💦 Aren’t you? 🛐

Aslan admir turkish daddy 👣🔥🔥🇹🇷

I don’t know what’s more mesmerising between the beautiful scenery and the masculine, meaty, male soles.

To live in such surroundings, come home, get underneath those powerful paws, and be able to give them the worship and attention they truly deserve would, indeed, constitute paradise!

🏝️ 👣 👅 🤩 🍆

Yes, Master knows they’re perfect.

Yes, Master knows exactly what effect they’re going to exert immediately over your foot-obsessed, beta-brain.

Yes, Master does expect full and total worship of every single inch.

You can try to deny it, but all you truly desire is to kneel down before Him and beg to be allowed to make those feet sparkle, coated in your inferior sub-saliva.

Will you start by tracing each and every wrinkle with your beta-tongue?

Will you gradually move up to His meaty toes, sucking each one, one-by-one, ending up at the bulbous, juicy big toes?

Will you eventually be granted permission to insert your aching, rock-hard 🍆 in between His superior, high arches, thrusting away, back and forth, up and down, until you cannot take the ecstasy any more and you explode, cementing your status as Master’s number 1 foot-obsessed idolator?

Time to find out…

Daddy is so disappointed in what a grovelling, foot-obsessed, sole-worshipping beta you’ve turned out to be.

All you’re worthy of now is lying on the floor while He is on the toilet, and showing Him how turned on you get by your own pathetic inferiority.

Underneath Him, tongue out, waiting impatiently to be granted the privilege of cleaning the filth off His paws.

Most of all, Daddy simply can’t believe what a drooling foot-slave His manly, meaty, mighty soles turn you into.

All He can do is keep you hidden, feed your debauched desires, and make sure you know your place in the hierarchy of the real world, stopping you from having to go out into it and revealing to other Real Men who you really are.

You truly disgust Him. Yet He vows to protect you. Being at His feet is all you ever really truly desired, anyway.

Now lick, cry, say your sorry, and attend to that raging 🦴 in your beta underwear.

Dirty footboy! But you love it… 💦

F..k yeaaah😍

Newspaper Reading Time has become a very special moment to start the day off between you and your Daddy-FootMaster-Husband.

You wake up at 7am sharp and go straight to the local newsagent’s where you pick up His favourite broadsheet together with a small bottle of fresh, semi-skimmed milk. You waste no time, pay, and hurry back to ensure His day starts off just as He likes it to.

You go straight to the kitchen, boil the kettle, and pour the water and milk into the cup to make His coffee, just the way He requires and deserves. As you take it into the living room and lay out His paper ready, He comes down the stairs, sits in His favourite armchair, removes His masculine dressing-gown, and kicks off His favourite moccasins. He assumes His position. You imagine Him as a mighty King on His rightful throne.

As He flicks through the headlines and starts sipping his morning brew, you are already kneeling down on the other side of the coffee table, salivating in front of His phenomenal soles, waiting patiently.

As He turns the first few pages, you listen for Him to give you His next commands.

Usually, by the time He gets to page 3 or 4, He is ready to let you start diving in. Today was no exception.

“You’ve got until the end of this section to give My soles the best wake-up, foot massage possible, footslave.” He barks.

You willingly obey. You embrace every inch with your trembling hands. As you rub them, caress them, stroke them in the most fitting way you possibly can, your flagpole awakens and instinctively goes into half-mast almost automatically and instantaneously. You feel alive!

“Good start, slave, now for the Commentaries’ section which means 10 minutes or so of licking and sucking for you, My lucky foot-boy.

…

Wow, someone’s really digging right in and enjoying himself this fine Saturday morning, aren’t they, foot-beta?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Your welcome, my best boy.” He replies, reaching down to pat your head. You quiver at His touch and then, again, you continue to follow His instructions to the letter.

You trace every beautiful wrinkle with your tongue. You cover His paws entirely in glistening sub-saliva. Then you move onto His plump, meaty toes. One by one, you suck, inhale, and exhale. Then slide down in between. No part is left unbathed. He smiles and carries on taking in the daily articles. He barely looks down but He doesn’t have to. You always know when you’re doing everything just as He likes, requires and wholeheartedly deserves for having the most amazing feet and soles that you have ever laid your foot-obsessed eyes on. This was what heaven felt like.

Your 🦴 was now fully in salute, aching, embracing every moment of your worshipful bliss.

You couldn’t wait to be invited to reach the culmination of this morning’s daily event.

“Oh yes, My best foot-slave, you’re doing such a good job. As you always do. You make Daddy’s feet feel so good. I’m onto the sporting results now, footboy. We all know what that means.” He lowered the paper for a second and gave you a sexy grin from His oh-so-handsome, silver fox face. As He brought the paper back up in front of His eyes, He also moved His soles so that they were together. His incredibly high sole arches made the best hole imaginable. Your 🦴 was leaking.

“Go ahead my best foot-soldier,” he says, “you’ve earnt it.”

And with that, you don’t need to hesitate. You release your 🍆 from your jogging shorts. You manoeuvre yourself just to the place and angle you need to be in. And you begin to thrust. Daddy’s going to get to the last page very soon, so you know you don’t have very long. Your 🦴 is aching with pleasure as it brushes past all His perfect wrinkles, still wet with your spit from moments ago. Waves of ecstasy course through you. You go harder and faster. Nothing in the world could stop you.

He puts His paper to one side. He starts His famous countdown. This was your absolute favourite moment of the whole day.

“10…9…8…keep going strong My dear footboy…7…6…5…I can see just how much you love My perfect Daddy paws, you lucky, lucky boy…4…nearly there…”

You try to hold on. You know Daddy only likes you to release on zero. Will you make it? It was so hard!

“3…hold it My boy, be patient…”

You wanted to please Daddy. You wanted to be His best footboy so badly.

“2…”

Damn. 🌋 eruption. You didn’t quite make it. 💦

“Uh oh…” Daddy said, with a wry smile.

You were just coming down from your best high possible. You looked up at Him. He was still smiling but He raised His eyebrows in a way only He knew how to do. You knew exactly what that meant.

“Oh dear, my best foot-slave couldn’t quite hold on today. Could he?”

“No Daddy, I’m so sorry. I just can’t help it. Your feet, Your soles, Your energy…everything is just too perfect.”

“I know, boy, I know. It’s okay. Come here.” He said gently but with a hint of sternness. He reached out His arms to give you a cuddle. You nestled into His chest and sighed.

“Let’s see,” He continued, as He stroked your hair and consoled you, “clean me up well, and that might just soften the punishment that your best Foot-Daddy is going to have to administer to you. Can’t say I’m nothing but very generous with you. Can you?”

“No Daddy, absolutely. Thank you so much. I love worshipping You and Your perfect feet so very much.”

“I know boy, I know.”

He finished caressing you and guided your mouth down to His crotch area. You knew what you had to do. As you licked up your mess, your 🦴 started getting semi-hard again. You didn’t look up but you knew that was probably already giving Daddy food for thought again. You winced a little.

Once you stopped vacuuming up every last drop, Daddy moved your head to the side and got up.

“Oh my dear footboy. Daddy’s been treated well. You’re a good boy. Aren’t you?”

“Yes Daddy. I hope so, Daddy.”

“You are, my dear footslave, you are.”

As He spoke these words He moved himself over to the side-cabinet, and reached into the drawer you were dreading He would.

“Daddy’s feeling very generous today, despite that slight premature leakage. So as you only made it to 2, that means just 2 days of being locked away. That’s certainly very fair of Me. Yes, My boy?”

You solemnly agreed, despairing at the lack of self-control Daddy’s feet inspired within you. You were only human. You couldn’t help it. But you winced inside at the idea of 2 days without release. Damn!

“Good boy. You need Daddy’s guiding hand as well as Daddy’s perfect feet. You’ll be the ultimate best foot-slave. Daddy’s determined about that! Now go get yourself cleaned up. I’ll be here waiting. Okay, boy?”

“Yes Daddy, absolutely Daddy.” You replied, stilling mentally telling yourself off but you knew Daddy was the last man anyone could dream of arguing with. In fact it turned you on even more to know He was a proper Master and He knew exactly what He wanted. His high expectations did bring out the best in you. So you could do nothing more than agree.

“That’s my best boy. I’m so proud of you.” He replied, patting your head again and waving the chastity belt in your face. “Daddy has your best interest at heart. Daddy knows what’s good for you. Doesn’t He?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you so much, Daddy. You do. I’m so very grateful to have a FootDaddy such as you. I know, I really am.”

“Very good, footslave, very good. Now off you go. Shower-time. I’ll be here. Ready?”

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Sidenote: Every now and then you come across the epitome of everything you love in a man’s soles. These ones are particularly perfect - with just the right balance of wrinkles, meaty, manliness, plump toes, so very worshippable in so many ways! If anyone knows who this is or where it’s from, please let me know. 😊

Hope you enjoyed this longer than usual excerpt! Got a bit carried away, inspired by such beauty! 😄

You read, i play😉

“Hey boy. Oh, what’s that? You want Me to squish you like the little bug that you are with My superior, mighty, dirty, virile feet?

Of course you do.

Well okay then. Consider it done.

That’s it slave. Get your inferior face right down there, perfectly underneath them. Inhale. Lick. Lose yourself. Feel Master’s soles, towering above you, dominating you, giving you total utter bliss, just like your pathetic, twisted mind has always craved.

Oh my, someone’s enjoying this just a little too much. Aren’t they?

😏👣🍆💦🌀

Again? Really? Okay. Sure. Round two - Let’s go!

👅😵‍💫🛐 🍆 💦

Yeah. Just as I thought, My perfect, filthy, hooked, little footboy.

Well done. Another one? Wow someone is too addicted and insatiable. But that’s cool. My power over you is textbook. You just know it, don’t you.

Yeah boy! Don’t stop. Let it happen. Such an inferior boy for Master’s feet.

So mesmerised. So obedient. So f***ing aroused. Well, far be it for Me to stop this magic!

Keep going. Master can keep this up ALL day long.

That’s right, My dear footpup.

🐶⛓️🦶

Just as nature intended.”

Master’s soles are all you crave.

Master’s scent is all you need.

Master’s feet control you, engulf you, and take away any memories you had of you being a normal, equal man.

You live to worship.

You exist to lick, suck, inhale, worship, and pray.

You are a footslave. Inferior, useless, and happy only when you are down, underneath His paws, and firmly under His perfect, masculine control.

Being there reminds you of everything you never have been, and never will be. He shows you who you really are. His feet are the gateway to realising your true self-purpose and identity.

All you can do is intoxicate yourself with the ecstasy He and His soles give you. All you can do is surrender, worship, stroke, and eventually pray to be given permission to 💦

You can’t hold on much longer. You hope Master’s countdown will come soon. And you hope it won’t be a long one.

You’re so weak…So hard, so aroused, so happy, and so very obsessed.

Good footslave.

🐾🌀🌀🛐🍆⛓️

With each long lick, you fall more deeply under Master’s powerful control.

With each long tongue caress, you inhale His scent, intoxicating your beta brain, making you more and more helpless to resist; and why would you when all that happens when you give in is that you get even more deeply aroused?

With each back and forth motion, you are consistently reminded that Master’s feet are all that matter.

Worshipping them is both your absolute purpose in life, and your utter privilege.

The day Master saw who you truly were and put you on your knees, was the day you truly started living.

So keep licking footboy. Keep embracing your best life. Keep reinforcing your lifelong bond to Master’s soles.

Master will reward you as best He sees fit, once He deems that you have earnt it. Until then, don’t stop. Just show him that you know what a lucky footslave you truly are.

Good footsl*t.

Alpha Master seeks worthless beta’s faces to smother with His perfect soles.

He knows what you crave. He understands the relinquishment of power that you yearn to give Him. He will make sure that you become His inferior foot-object.

You will beg. You will worship. You will serve.

You will become nothing more than His welcome mat, His foot-stool, and His foot-obsessed slave.

Let Master remind you how very deeply you love and crave to to feel so little, so unequal, and so helpless to resist, down there, underneath Him.

Master’s feet will become all that matters. Won’t they, foot-boy?

It’s your destiny. Simple as that.

A big beefcake, and hunk of a Man.

But all you can do is stare longingly down at His meaty tops, His bulbous toes, and His inviting arches.

Wouldn’t it be a blessing to know if His soles match the rest of His perfect feet?

Better get on your knees and beg Him to let you have one small glance. If you ask really nicely, maybe He’ll even indulge you and your paltry desires with a little foot-worshipping opportunity.

What wouldn’t you do for half an hour of licking, rubbing, sucking, caressing, and kissing?

The fact is that He is twice the male you ever believe you can be. He can tower over you physically, and make you feel so small and inferior inside at the same time. Something within you craves to be lower down, and underneath such a Real Man. It eats away at you whenever you encounter such masculine energy and power. You NEED to be a foot-beta. You NEED to show a Master just how beneath Him you truly are. You can try to fight it. You can try to deny it. But deep down you know that you are a total, 💯% foot-slave for perfect Alphas and their perfect feet.

The moment you embrace it, will be the moment you finally feel at peace. So just surrender. Stop overthinking it and don’t keep Master waiting.

He promises you won’t regret it. 😈

💪👣😵‍💫🍆⛓️🛐💦💦💦

Men are not created equal.

Nick Pulos knows it. And so do you.

One look at His huge, meaty, masculine soles is all it takes for you to have to admit to yourself that something inside you feels and so is inferior. Even if you would never show it on the outside or admit it to anyone else.

As you see His feet, all you can do is imagine how they must feel, imagine how they must taste, and imagine how incredible it would feel to be permitted to worship underneath them and ergo underneath Him.

You may be sane, sorted, and successful. You may have a very good, ordinary life, a good job, an adoring, handsome life-partner, a decent house, decent holidays. You may have it ‘all’…

But when presented with such Male Excellence, you can but stop in your tracks, look on at that which is greater than you can ever be, and dream of an alternative existence where you live to serve such a FootGod as His adoring foot-beta.

Society tells you that anyone can achieve anything. You wouldn’t want it any differently. But in those small instances of witnessing true, raw, unbridled power it’s okay to give in, it’s okay to get so utterly turned on, and it’s okay to feel unable to resist or control yourself.

His soles are perfect. His body is too. Set your beta 🦴 free, allow yourself the chance to enjoy feeling beneath something and someone better than you. Embrace your arousal, embrace your dopamine kick, let your beta seed give you unimaginable joy and pleasure. Then get on with your day as if nothing strange had happened at all.

Good foot-f*g. 😈

💪👣🍆⛓️🛐💦💦💦

“Aww, man, you want to go again? But you only just worshipped and came over My soles a couple of hours ago. I thought you were ‘spent’ for today, but here you are again!! You really are one horny, twisted foot-sub, aren’t you?! Can’t you see Master is busy right now?”

“Sorry, Master, I just can’t help myself. Your soles are so big, soft, shiny, and masculine. You’re right, I’m so, totally obsessed. I promise I will just rub, caress, lick, and suck them quietly, while You ignore me and get on with your work. Pleeease, Master?”

“Ahh how can I resist those puppy-dog eyes of yours? Well, I guess you have just paid all the rent again. And you did an amazing job collecting My dry-cleaning, ironing My sheets, and cleaning My bathroom. And Master’s followers on the socials keep asking for more footslave ignoring content. So okay, you deserve it, My little foot-pet. Do your best for My perfect soles. Make them feel as good as possible. Worship My feet like the God that I am to you. Press record and let’s go.”

“Thank you, Master. Thank you so much. You’re just so good to me!”

“Aren’t I just, footf*g? Aren’t I just? Enough talking now. I’ve gotta get on with this. Have fun!”

“Yes, Master, absolutely! You’re the best FootGod ever!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Shush now, footslave. Before I change My mind.”

🎥 👣 👅 🙌🏼 😵‍💫🛐🍆💦💦💦

Stop.

Kneel.

Stare.

Drool.

Beg.

Wait.

Lick.

Suck.

Kiss.

Caress.

Rub.

Clean.

Repeat.

Wait.

Repeat.

Wait.

Look up at your perfect Master.

Thank Him for giving you the privilege of worshipping at His meaty soles, His mighty toes, His sexy feet.

Look down again.

Wait.

Obey.

Hope He gives you permission.

Wait.

Worship.

Wait.

…

“It’s time, footboy!”

Fireworks go off in your brain.

You smile, you look up, you thank Master.

“Touch yourself,” says Master - and you do.

“Keep worshipping. And jerk,” says Master - and you do.

“Keep caressing. And jerk.” You do.

“Keep licking. And jerk.” You do.

“Keep sucking. And jerk.” And you do.

Masters commands keep coming. You keep obeying. Your 🍆 pulsates every time He speaks, you listen, and you do exactly what Master tells you.

“Let Master’s soles, toes, and tops invade your mind, take over your senses, and become your destiny.

“Mesmerised.

“Enchanted.

“Overwhelmingly aroused.”

…

“Desperate to please Master.

“Desperate to obey.

“Feeling your own thoughts fading away.

“Allowing Master’s power to control everything you think, say, and do.

“Keep worshipping.

“Keep jerking.

“Lose your mind.”

…

“Embrace your inner voice, the one that has always told you that you’re nothing but a little beta footslave.

“Master opened the door, you went inside.

“Thank Master for being so powerful, so generous to let you be at His feet, and so very hot.”

…

Wait some more. Lick some more soles. Suck some more toes. Caress some more arches.

…

Here come the magic words.

“Good footslave. You continue to make your Alpha FootMaster very happy and proud, indeed.

“Go ahead now.

“Shoot your beta seed all over the object of your idolatry.

“Show them, and Me, who you truly are.

“That’s it. Coat them in your white, creamy 💦

“Wow you just can’t stop, can you, footboy?

“Master’s delighted to see just how much His perfect Feet, Soles, Toes, Wrinkles, and Arches get you off!

“You’re a very good boy, slave, a very good footboy for Master. Say it back.”

You repeat back His words as you finished up with your unloading.

You look up at Him. You smile. He smiles back. Then He clicks His fingers and points.

No further communication needed.

You get to cleaning up your beta mess.

Long, languishing licks, all over every inch of His perfect Feet, Soles, Toes, Wrinkles, and Arches.

“I want them sparkling, My good footboy. That’s it. Very good. Good boy.”

With that, Master leans down and pats you on the head. He continues to tell you what a good boy you are, and you feel incredible. There’s nothing quite like being owned by such a mighty, handsome, perfect Alpha. Everything just feels right in the world, you down here, Him up there.

“The hierarchy is real. Say it back.”

“The hierarchy is real, Master. Thank you for everything. You are incredible.”

“You’re welcome, my best footbeta. Master is very proud of you.”

With that sincere praise, His deep, manly voice, and His gentle taps and rubs of your head and hair, you started to get hard again. You blushed.

“Ah,” says Master, “My best footboy really is just insatiable, isn’t he?”

Master chuckles. You know what’s next. You squirm.

“Relax, my good footbeta. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You know it’s for your own good. You’ve had your reward. Now it’s back to your cage. You know that you need it. You know it keeps you focused, makes you into an even better footslave, and helps you concentrate on serving Me, your best Foot Alpha…”

“Yes Master, of course Master, You are right, You’re always right.”

“Good footboy.”

And with that, Master produces your cage from the table next to Him, and He beckons you to stand up and come closer to Him.

“There we go. My best footboy. Going back into chastity. Where it knows it belongs. Master decides when it gets to have fun times, doesn’t He?”

“Yes Master, absolutely Master, Master says and it obeys.”

“Yes it really does. Good slave. Now back to its work and chores. Master’s got stuff to do, and so has it.”

“Yes Master. Of course, Master.”

“Good boy.”

Master kisses you on the forehead, pats you on the cheeks, and sends you on your way. You feel a jolt of arousal pulse through you. Your cage restrains your aching 🦴. There’s nothing to it. You have to earn your way to your next worship session and eventual beta unload. You have to obey and please Master and wait patiently for your next reward. It’s how life is now.

Further pulses of joy course through you as your carnal desires battle internally with the acceptance of your controlled, beta life. The inner conflict further subjugates you, further humiliates you, and then weirdly, also arouses you further. This state of frenzy and subduing at the same time lead to balance which lead to calm, peace, gentle waves of bliss, and the desire only to focus, concentrate, work, please Master, and wait for more and more bliss.

What a lucky footslave you truly are, boy!

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Just to say apologies for the lack of posting atm. I have started a new job and it’s full on! I’ll try to do 1-2 a month but it may be less regular than usual while everything settles down. Thanks for sticking around, liking, messaging, and commenting guys. Always means a lot!

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Master contemplates the inferior version of a ‘man’ kneeling beneath His perfect, meaty, masculine soles.

You wait patiently to be granted permission to begin.

You, being who you truly were, are and always will be: a servant, a beta, and a worshipper of the feet of all Men so superior to you.

———

You could never even imagine what it must feel like to have been born in a real Man’s body, with real Men’s attitudes, real Men’s confidence, and real Men’s effortless pizazz.

In normal life: at work, in the street, out shopping, at the gym - anywhere outside really - you learnt to put on this massive front. Years of experiencing disdain from everyone around you made you harden up. It was the only option to avoid ridicule, suffering, and hate.

The constant and unnatural hardening up had scrambled your brain cells, but weirdly also naturally started to lead to physical hardening alongside the psychological and emotional. It was as though your mind was naturally compensating for what your body had to do, be, say, think, and pretend, every day.

To fit in, you wore these masks, but inside you felt and knew you were trying so much to be someone you just weren’t. Every time you admitted it to yourself in private, you were rewarded with ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams. Stimuli representing your true self took over. Outside you exacerbated inside you, which consequently became fetishised, reinforced, and then indelibly unlocked within you forever more.

Everything every atom of your being felt inside was forcibly silenced as soon as you stepped out of the door and until you returned again. The dilemma was troubling, the troubling intensified, and then went full circle to private unspeakable bliss.

———

So here, now, everything was finally different:

No, nothing about you both was the same.

No, nothing about you both was equal.

Yet yes, here you were; you getting yours, Him getting His.

Dialogue was sparse. Talk was cheap. Actions spoke for themselves. As did meanings.

The scene playing out in Master’s garden meant that Nature was being respected, time was being dedicated to what It intended, and space was being used as It knew it should be.

Everything aligned, you were hard AF, and Master was just so fulfilled to be fulfilling His role as an overseer of subordinates just like you.

Thus the scene was set and the break from modern-day reality was such a relief for you both. The pleasure this gave both of you was inexplicable and undeniable. It felt so right, so good, and so special, just to give in.

The ‘real you’ inside of you, that you had learnt and worked hard to hide all these years could just be set free for a moment or two. Being yourselves was unimaginably easy. Feigning otherwise was so draining.

———

Now show that Man your true self. Bury your face into the bottom of His feet. Show him how grateful you are to be there, at His soles, underneath Him and therefore also His clan, His leadership, His protection.

Lose yourself in this perfect moment. Coat His paws in your beta saliva. Make His feet feel so damn good with your licks, caresses, and rubs.

Surrender to that yearning inside. Be a ‘good boy’. Let yourself become harder than hard can be. Nature wanted this all along. And It will reward you both with the best feelings any Man or man could ever experience.

You both just know, without even having to think about it, that it’s exactly what you are supposed to be doing, at exactly the right time, in exactly the right place.

👑 👣 > 👁️ 🌀 > ✋🏼 👅 > 🪨 🍆 > 🤯🥵🫠 > 💦 💦 💦 > ☮️ in 🛐

Happy Alpha Men = happy beta boys.

Just as Nature intended. 😉