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Another sexy as hell mature Master daddy who knows that with one mesmerising wiggle of His sexy, older feet you will be entirely His for the taking. Wrinkles to trace with your tongue. Toes to gag over in your mouth. Big, mature soles to smother and engulf your entire face. He’s exactly who you have been dreaming of for your whole secretly submissive life. 👣 👅 💦 🍆

Turk daddy feet. (2/2)

This foot-Master is just too hot to handle. Seriously. Huge, meaty, dominant, shiny soles with toes giant enough to engulf your whole mouth as you succumb to them. 🥵

Daddy requires all his new boys to attend to his aching, sweaty, wrinkly soles and lean, golden-tanned, naturally dominant toes while he reclines and gives you orders. He regularly tells you what a good, submissive, beta foot-slave you are becoming. Every time he praises you, your erect, aching, ecstatic 🍆 will throb in delight. Maybe soon he’ll allow you to jack off in between them. That privilege is reserved for his very those most long-serving, loyal foot puppets!

Maybe one day! A weak, adoring male-foot obsessive can dream!

“Oh Daddy, those feet have me at hello!”

“Pretty f*ing amazing aren’t they, boy?!”...“I must say, you have exquisite taste. I can tell we’re going to get along like a house on fire.”

“Thank you Daddy, yes, I can’t take my eyes off them. And you’re so f*ing hot and smouldering on top of all the that. Permission to worship intensely until further notice?”

“Permission granted footboy. I want those perfect, masculine soles completely coated with your beta saliva. And don’t forget to look up and thank your new generous, smouldering FootDaddy every now and then in the process! Okay?”

“Yes Daddy, anything you say...Boss.”

“Good boy! Good, good boy. Knock yourself out.”

Daddy grinned and rubbed your head as you planted your face firmly against His magnificent, virile, domineering paws. Not an atom between you and your object of adoration. You were home. You sighed relief and started licking. The feeling was electric and your beta puppy bone 🦴 stood up to full salute.

“Oh wow someone’s having the time of their life I see. Well, don’t let me stop you footboy. Start stroking. Let yourself go. It’s okay to admit it’s all you ever truly wanted. I’m here now.”

No water in the the tub yet because it’s you who gets the privilege of bathing His meaty, wrinkly, Alpha soles in sub saliva, and eventually, if you’re a really good and lucky foot worshipper, other beta juices. He won’t be satisfied until they’re glistening and you won’t stop thanking Him for the honour. Get licking footboy!

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.

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

These glistening, mature, meaty, virile, wide, and wrinkly soles that are crying out to be worshipped, together with their perfectly protruding, plump, and powerful toes are the absolute epitome of my true Daddy feet Master fantasy.

Heaven! 😍

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Daddy made you stop scrolling, didn’t He? 😏

Daddy’s soles immediately caused an uncontrollable twitching downstairs, didn’t they? 👣 🍆

Daddy knows everything you secretly need and crave, boy. Doesn’t He? 🛐

Don’t try to fight it. Daddy’s here to fulfil all your debauched, dirty, footbeta desires. He’s got you and there’s no turning back. 🔥 🔥

Don’t keep Daddy waiting now. He’s indicating exactly where your footslave face needs to be. ⬇️

Down on your knees. There’s a good footsub. Now beg. Beg to be allowed to worship, caress and then coat Daddy’s magnificent soles in your beta drool. Do it, footboy. Do it now. Lose yourself, surrender, and feel Daddy’s perfect sole power. 🌀 🌀

Good footboy. 💦 💦

You made Daddy very happy and proud. 🥰

Owned by Daddy’s perfect feet. Exactly where you have always longed to be. Ecstasy.🦶 ⛓️

Daddy is waiting!

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.

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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! 😄

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