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Soles so shiny, you’d think they’re made of satin. They glisten in their glory. The power they have over you is intense. You’ve never been able to admit it to yourself but you crave to kneel at such magnificent, meaty, mighty feet and worship. Master will tell you what to do and you will obey. His soles will own your beta 🍆 and you will feel at home at His feet. Finally. Perfect, hot 🐾 Wow! 🔥

Can’t stop staring at these enchanting Alpha paws, footboy?

It’s perfectly natural and nothing to worry or be ashamed about, footslave.

They’re perfect and they’re made for dominating weak-minded underlings like you.

From the sublimely high arches, those magnificently plump toes and then the plethora of lightly etched wrinkles on those big, wide, meaty soles…you’re instantly theirs. Instantly His.

You’re right to feel mesmerised as they glisten in the sun. You’re right to feel an overwhelming urge to get down to your knees with your head underneath them. You’re right to beg Him for forgiveness as you reveal your true, pathetic, footslave self-identity.

Beg for the right to give them the worshipping they deserve. Pray He says yes.

They’re made to make you feel better. In their superiority, you feel weak and He gets stronger.

Give in to these soles’ divine, cosmic powers and submit. You’ll feel so, damn good as the ecstasy courses through your beta veins and the blood rushes to your beta c*@k.

Caress them.

Lick them.

Suck on their power and might.

Let them become your new, number one obsession.

Maybe, just maybe, if you’re a really good and dedicated footboy worshipper, your Serbian Alpha will grant you permission to unload your beta seed on them, covering them in all your inferior glory.

Some Men were born for Superior Greatness. Others were made to be down, underneath, at Their powerful and subjugating feet, soles and toes.

You can’t help it. Why would you even want to resist? One small clip like this is all it takes for you to know where you fit in.

Time to surrender!

sunbathing 🦶👣🧦soles 

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Perfect paws like these with their supreme arches, beautifully plump toes and excellently wrinkled texture deserve nothing more than to be glistening in their bath of an adoring foot-beta’s saliva and juices. Me next please!

Resistance is futile, footslave. You will submit to Daddy’s feet and you will obey. Watch, salivate, beg and moan. Your destiny is serving Daddy’s superior soles. Don’t try to fight it. Just rest your head underneath their power. Stick out your tongue. Engulf your sub mouth with their glory. Oh, sure you can release that 🦴 That’s it. Lick, worship, massage, suck. Good boy. You’re in foot-beta heaven, aren’t you?

Owned.

It was unexpected yet so natural when your coach turned out to be your new Daddy Foot Dom. The transition felt so impromptu yet also so damn right.

You had mostly taken His orders in the gym and now you craved His full direction in the locker room, living room and, if you got lucky, bedroom too.

From every inch of His plump toes, to every wrinkle of His huge, engulfing soles and every single degree of His God-like arches, your tongue felt like it belonged there. Obeying your FootDaddy sent enormous waves of pleasure through your whole body. Your 🍆 grew rock hard from the moment you first made contact. Worshipping, adoring and taking care of Daddy’s feet was your purpose in life. It made Daddy so proud to call you, ‘His’. ‘His footboy’, ‘His footslave’, ‘His footbeta’. It made you so humble, so wanted, so validated.

Your performance in the gym improved exponentially with your newfound commitment to your submissive craft. When before you hadn’t completely bothered to do all your Dom Daddy told you, now you knew it wad so natural and so right to want to be the best footsub possible. Your rewards were plentiful. Daddy treated you like a Prince in exchange for you treating Him like your true Foot King.

You moaned with pleasure as He kept commanding you and you obeyed Him. You never realised how much you needed to submit to the pull of a top tier Alpha’s magnetic feet. He and You both felt like your life finally had a purpose now. Ecstatic fulfilment. Pure inseparability. You were made to do this; born to be under mighty, magnificent, Daddy soles. Perfection.

daddy trained me to be ready when he gets home from work. I am always on my knees in front of his place. I take his shoes and socks off and I give him a feet massage. I'm always an obedient kid because he's good with me. Daddy loves to have his feet licked, so I don't need to hear the order to start licking like a puppy. If I do it great, he will let me sleep at the bed's feet warming his feet with my body.

“That’s it boy. Release your innermost desires. Give Master’s perfect foot all the worship and adoration it deserves. Lose yourself in your subservience. You know as well as I do how much My feet own you. It’s all you have ever wanted. Bury your face into that sole. Make love to it. Beg to please it. You found yourself when you got down on your knees and acknowledged the footslave you truly are. You crave to make it known that you belong to My perfect paws. Do as I say, boy. Obey and you will be rewarded. Good footbeta. Good footslave. Not an atom between you and the soles which own you. Good boy.”

“Thank You Daddy. Your soles complete me. I’m completely under their spell.”

“I know footboy. Don’t worry. Daddy’s here now.”

“Hey, you…yes, YOU…”

“Did you stop and stare for a moment when My handsome face and big, Masterful soles popped up in front of your beta eyes?”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? They clearly have some sort of subjugating effect on you.”

“Why are you trying to fight it?”

“You’re My next pathetic, submissive foot-beta b*tch-boy. Aren’t you boy?”

…[“Oh shit. He’s discovered my secret. WTF am I gonna do now? Damn, I’m trapped! By His SOLES. They’re so beautiful and hot though. And what a handsome face. Maybe now’s a good a time as any to finally come clean and admit this is all I have ever craved, my entire, foot-obsessed, crazy, debauched life. Yes, I am going to surrender to this stud. I WANT to become His adoring footslave. I must obey Him.”]

“Good boy. You made the right choice, didn’t you footslave? You’re so damn hard right now. And that huuuuge smile on your face. Whoa, that tent in your pants keeps just getting bigger and bigger. You’re my new, best foot-beta boy, aren’t you? Who’s a clever foot-puppy? Oh yes, it’s YOU!”

All you could do was bark, lick, stroke, caress and stare up at him adoringly. You ached to please your new Alpha Daddy Master. You longed to be his perfect, new footpup.

“You are suuch a good foot-beta for Daddy’s HUGE soles. My good foot-boy. The start of your conditioning is today. You made the right choice. The start of the rest of your sad, foot-addicted, slave life is NOW. Isn’t that right my adoring puppy?”

“Yes Sir. Yes Master. Yes Daddy.” Was about all your submissive, fogged brain could think and muster to say.

“That’s right my Good Boy. Keep going! You’re such a smart foot-puppy! Aren’t you my boy?”

“Ruff…ruff…yesss Master….mmmm.”

Master smiled as he looked down at you. You were one step closer to paradise and He had become your new key to getting there. All He did was unlock the door in your pathetic, submissive slave-mind.

Yes, you must Keep Going. Keeping on keeping on. That was all that mattered now. He was all that mattered. Period. You felt so at home, so goddamn happy and so very fulfilled at HIS feet. You tried to speak but all you did was kept on groaning in pure delight.

“That’s it my perfect foot-puppy. Keep going. Keep worshipping. Keep stroking. You’re MINE foot-beta. These soles own you. Say it back.”

“YOUR perfect Alpha Daddy soles own me, Foot-Master. I live to serve Them. They’re all I ever wanted. Thank you Master. You’re so good to me.”

“That’s right my little, adoring, foot-worshipping puppy. This is going even better than I expected. So fast. So hot. You DESERVE MY PERFECT SOLES. They’re already become everything you ever dreamt of, and more. That’s right my best foot-slave. Keep going. Say it back.”

“I MUST keep going Master. I MUST keep worshipping YOUR PERFECT FEET AND SOLES, Daddy. I MUST KEEP GOING.”

“Good boyyyy. My, perfect, good foot-beta. I am so proud of you!”

His praising words sent shivers down your spine and electricity through your entire body. It’s as if you were magnetically drawn to worshipping His soles! You didn’t understand it. But you no longer had to. Keeping going had become your only clear way forward as you worshipped and stared up. You were alive!

🐾 🍆 🛐 🔥 💦

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?”

…

“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.”

…

“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?”

…

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

…

“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”

….

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.

Daddy Renato knows your dirty, little secret, footboy.

And he’s going to use it to get exactly what He wants out of you.

You can try to fight it, but the power of His perfect, slightly wrinkly and highly lickable, Daddy soles is undeniable.

He demands that you get on your knees and beg to worship.

You’re powerless to do anything but obey.

He will put you in your foot-beta place in seconds and you will thank Him for gracing your inferior, pathetic, twisted existence.

Doesn’t it feel better to surrender underneath Him and sucCUMb underneath them?

Of course it does, foot-slave.

Instantly owned.

Good boy.

I want to be daddy slave

“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.”

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.

…

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.

…

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.”

…

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!”

💦 💦 💦 👣

“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’.

You came back from the bathroom and into your mature, muscle, Alpha’s bedroom. He was sitting there, waiting, dressed as scantily as His Grindr profile pic indicated when you reached out to Him.

He beckoned you over, invited you to sit down next to Him and pulled out the exact same photo on His phone that had made you immediately message Him and ask to come over…

“What do you like most about Daddy’s sexy af picture, then boy?

Is it My handsome, virile, Alpha’s face?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Is it My bulging pecs, gigantic arms and thick, dominating thighs?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Is it My tight, short, boxers, probably encasing one of the most beautiful, big, Alpha 🐍 you have ever seen?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Then what is it about My picture that made you stop scrolling, stare for so long and beg to come over then, son? Tell Daddy.”

“It’s embarrassing Daddy. Please. I’m worried what you will think of me if I tell you.”

“Aw, My boy, don’t worry. Nothing you say will freak me out. I’ve been around the block and seen and done it all. Go on. Tell Daddy. That’s a demand.”

His profile said He was handsome, rugged and stood for no nonsense. It wasn’t a lie!

“Ummm…okay. Here goes nothing…It’s that slight glance of an ever so perfect ankle and, most importantly, Alpha male Daddy sole, Daddy…I know, it’s weird. Please don’t hate me. It just looks soooo meaty and perfect. All it makes me want to do is get down on my knees in front of You and beg you to let me worship your feet. I want it so badly.”

Daddy suddenly looked very bemused and didn’t reply for a good couple of seconds. He rubbed His handsome goatee a little and seemed to be computing and pondering this new information.

You started blushing. You were very worried Daddy would have nothing but judgement and shame for the confession that you had just made of the footslave beta self you really were…You felt worried and chastised yourself mentally. Had you completely blown it?

“Sorry, Daddy. I know it’s really weird, and probably not what you were expecting at all. I’ll just go…”

Still Daddy sat speechless, just thinking and twiddling his masculine, Alpha facial hair. You reached for your bag on the nightstand and started making movements to run away from this awkward and embarrassing situation.

But all of a sudden, you heard Daddy’s deep, gravelly voice:

“Look son, this is extremely unexpected. And nothing I ever thought I would hear. Most beta men your age want to worship My perfect, Alpha, muscle Daddy physique. They can spend hours rubbing, caressing, massaging, kissing and licking. And believe Me, Daddy loves feeling it. Above all, His power over weaker men. Just as His profile stated…muscle worship subs…But My meaty, smelly, wrinkly Daddy soles. Is that what you want all over your handsome boy face? Really?”

“Haha…umm yes Daddy. What can I say. I am a number one foot obsessive. Have been all my life. And from what I can just about make out from here…well, Yours look absolutely perfect!”

“Haha…well what can I say? Who should I be to deny you this mighty privilege? And what exactly do you want to do with Them? Tell Daddy your deepest foot fantasies…Go on. I’m all ears.”

“Um well all I want to do, like many of the others in this narrow, little publicised niche (hence why it’s not mentioned on my Grindr profile, I keep it strictly vanilla there) is to get right underneath Them, lick Them, kiss Them, love Them and look up at You in Your Alpha superiority as I do it.”

As you poured out your innermost desires, Daddy could see that you were already getting hard as a rock. Your Aussiebums didn’t leave much to the imagination at the best of times!

“Oh wow! Okay. Well. I can tell you know exactly how you want this to go. And you won’t be going anywhere near My perfect face, perfect torso, perfect legs or perfect 🐍? Really?”

“Umm no Daddy. If that’s okay with You. I just want to feel uncontrollably aroused under Your beautiful feet. Play with myself. Maybe You will tell me what a good, worshipping footbeta boy I am. And I will try to last as long as I can. But it won’t be long. With perfect Alpha soles like Yours. I am already in ecstasy, even just thinking about it and knowing You’re open to letting me try. Thank You Daddy.”

Daddy started stroking your head and hair.

“It’s okay boy. I’m going to call you my new footson from now on. Let’s go down this new path together. Daddy loves making His boys feel, understand and obey His power. I just never expected it would be My old, tired, smelly feet that someone would want…no, need, to use to get him there! Hahaha. Hey. Who am I to judge? Let’s see where this takes us.”

And with that Daddy beckoned for you to come closer and pointed down at the floor just by Him off the bed.

You got down onto the floor, underneath Him and He hovered His huge, meaty, perfect soles above your face. You couldn’t believe this was actually, really happening!

As He kept His incredible feet dangling above your face which was beaming in a huge, hungry smile, Daddy spoke again:

“Don’t expect Daddy to be too gentle with His words as you embrace your new place as His inferior, pathetic, new, beta, adoring foot-sl*t though okay? Just saying. It’s weird and Daddy intends to look down on you while you have your sordid way with His superior soles. He’s intrigued and questioning your twisted mind for wanting to worship, well, These…(He pointed to His soles and started wiggling His plump, masculine toes) over all His other ripe, Godly, domineering qualities…haha. Is that gonna work for you, My sole-pet?”

“Oh my God, Daddy, yes. Yes! That’s absolutely perfect!”

You couldn’t believe how quickly this perfect, Greek statue-like beefcake of a Daddy got the mental space His amazing Alpha soles put you in.

“How did You know so quickly what filthy, inferior footbetas like me crave from someone so statuesque, handsome and muscly, as Your Godly self?”

“Let’s just say SoleDaddy has realised He is able to be more on your wavelength than you thought. Haha.”

He chuckled and gave his beard another rub.

You looked puzzled.

He inched His soles ever closer to your face. You wanted so badly to stick out your tongue but you had to ask:

“Oh wait, what. So You knew all along, Daddy?”

“Haha yes, My new footslave. Let’s just say 0000 as a passcode on someone’s phone makes it not exactly the hardest to crack. Maybe Alpha Daddy had a quick check on your Twitter as you were in the bathroom? Or maybe…maybe you strategically left your phone easy to find, easy to open and magically left it right on the page of another handsome foot Daddy’s feed who seems to be doing this for a living…hahaha. Am I wrong?”

“No, Daddy.” You blushed. “Absolutely not! Oh my God…”

“Hahah…well Daddy aims to meet all His lucky slaves’ needs. This is going to be some fun. Let’s begin.”

“Really, Daddy? You really want to do this for me?”

“Yes, footboy. You’re home now. Under Alpha muscle Daddy’s soles. Right where you belong. Now get worshipping…! That’s it. I want Them absolutely glistening with your saliva…

…

Oh wow, I didn’t know sole and toe baths were going to feel this good. You seem to know exactly what you are doing, footsl*t. Something tells Me you have been waiting to do this all your life…

Oh yea, right there boy, keep sucking. In between those toes. Oh, wow, you’ve got Daddy’s flagpole in full, erect salute. Daddy is loving just how into His rank soles and smelly toes His new, twisted footboy really is…

…

Oh yes, Daddy’s feet now own you. Daddy’s feet control you. Let Daddy’s soles engulf your beta face and invade your sick, foot-obsessed mind…

Keep going. Daddy is going to tell you exactly what to do. From now on, Daddy’s feet control you. You’re going to live for doing this every, single day. Aren’t you a lucky boy. My Goood boyyyyy. My new footbeta boy. Oh yeahhhh….”

Both of you felt the electricity, the synergy and the excitement of the asymmetrical relationship that was being established with every sole lick, every toe suck, every tongue wiggle in between His incredibly masculine toes. Oh and His arches. They were so damn perfect. You were in ecstasy. And clearly so was your new Alpha, muscle Daddy. You could really get used to this!

It didn’t take too much longer before Daddy started counting down:

“Oh my gosh, footsl*t. You’re too f*ing good at this. You’re making Daddy such a proud footslave owner. I’m not gonna last much longer. Let’s go…”

You were both so erect. So aroused. So connected. You both started rubbing harder, faster and then some…

“10…9…8…

“Oh my God Daddy, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…”

“I know footson. This is absolutely f*ing amazing…

“Keep going boy. Don’t stop…

“7…6, 5, 4…fuck boy you’re making Daddy soooo proud, such a good pet for Daddy’s soles, aren’t you…”

“Yea Daddy, oh my God Daddy, I love being Your number one footslave. Fuuuu****…

“Good footsl*t….Myyyy new footsl*t….3…2….anddd…

👣 👅 👅 🍆 🍆 ⚡️ 🔥 💦 💦

“Oooonnnnnneeee.”

TOUGH DUDES — Rafael Enrique

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.

“That’s it, footboy. Keeping staring at Daddy’s soles and looking up at Daddy’s mesmerising eyes. Feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into Daddy’s irresistible control.

“As Daddy’s toes wiggle, up and down, side to side, let your gaze look where it wants to look, without even trying to think about it.

“Daddy’s soles are the best. Daddy’s eyes make you feel good. No need to worry any more. Daddy’s got you, footboy. Just relax, breathe and come take your place underneath Daddy’s perfect soles. There, doesn’t that feel better, my good footslave?”

“Yes, Daddy, it feels amazing and so magical. Just seeing Your soles, listening to Your voice, staring into Your eyes, and feeling completely helpless to do anything but obey.”

“Good footboy. That’s exactly what Daddy wants to hear and see. That’s it. Get underneath Daddy’s paws. Inhale and exhale through them. You know this is what you were born to do.

“Oh and I can tell another part of you is equally as excited about everything that’s going on between us. Doesn’t it just feel soooo goooood to give in and let Daddy’s feet take their rightful place, above you, footboy?”

“Sooo goood, Daddy. You and Your feet are the best thing, ever.”

“Absolutely, my best footboy. Just keep submitting, and keep letting all parts of your body embrace their full surrender. Do as I say, and everything will be fine from now on. No more worries, just Daddy, Daddy’s feet and Daddy’s coaxing eyes. All You want to do is listen, obey and feel the ecstasy that comes with that. Don’t you, my good footsub? Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank You so much for offering me such an overwhelmingly sweet experience. I feel so much better, just to give in and let You and Your feet take over. I don’t know what to say.”

“Then stop talking. There’s nothing left to say. Just breathe, lick, caress, adore and feel the effect of Daddy’s perfect power. Good boy. No more talking now. No more thinking now. Listen, worship, and do as I say. Good boy. That’s it my best footboy. Whoa! Steady! We don’t want a beta-load explosion just quite yet, do we? Haha. Slowww down, relax, and just do what Daddy wants and tells you. You’re His now. You belong to His perfect feet. And you loooove it. Don’t you, my best footsub?

“Oh yes, I just know you do. No more worrying. No more overanalysing. Just Daddy, Daddy’s perfect eyes, Daddy’s perfect words, and Daddy’s perfect paws. What more could a helpless footbeta ask for? Haha. Oh yes, my best footboy. You just know exactly what to do in this amazingly sweet surrender. Keep going. Relax. You’re doing so well.”

“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.”

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. 💦

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…

He doesn’t even bother to look at you as you kneel at the other end of the sofa, with your face metres away from His perfect soles. All you can do is wait, drool, and dream about all the ways you want to show His feet pure, unadulterated worship and adoration.

Master will eventually give the sign then you, His devoted footsub, will be allowed to have your way with His meaty toes, His inviting sole wrinkles, and eventually His brilliant arches. He knows the power He has over you and how you will do absolutely anything He says just to be granted mere seconds at His feet.

The more He ignores you and makes you beg, the more you get turned on. He gives the orders. You follow them. Life’s pretty simple within this asymmetrical relationship. And you love it!

It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Sorry I have been quiet this last month but I will be back with more captions and short stories very soon.

Thank you for your ongoing likes, messages and appreciation! I love how alive the male foot fetish community still is on here.

Here’s to the next 7! 🥂 👣 👅 🍆 ✨ 💦 🌀 😈