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“Hey, footslave, I’ve got 5 lives left on this game so if you want to start your daily worship allowance, now’s your chance.”
“Thank you, Master, for the opportunity. I will be as quick as I can. Please ignore me while I do what I need to do.”
“Oh, don’t worry beta-boy, I don’t have any desire to look up from my game or down at you while you do your...business.”
“Understood, Master.”
“15 minutes, footboy. And remember, we don’t even refer to it once you’ve come, licked up and gone. Man, what a twisted housemate you are. At least it means the number of chores I have to do is zero and the amount of rent I have to pay is nil. Isn’t that right, beta footsub?”
“Yes, Master, absolutely. You deserve to be waited on hand and foot. You deserve all my worship. You’re my Superior and boss. I am so lucky to have the privilege of being underneath your godly feet!”
“Good footboy. That’s what I like to hear. Now, go!”
Sometimes I add captions, taglines and words to a post.
Sometimes a picture says a thousand words itself.
Here, it’s total game over! Hahah.
“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!”
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. 😉
