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A sophisticated, older foot Daddy loves nothing more than to sip his cocktail while His devoted sub crawls up and gets into position beneath those soft, dominant, meaty soles.
It won’t be long before they’re covered in saliva, caressed, licked and adored and eventually your semen will will be allowed to erupt and cover them as you accept their total control over you and your pleasure.
Feet coated in your sub juice, he will give a faint smile and say what a good boy you’ve been and then He will continue to ignore you as you beg to give into His feet and their power for round 2.
Stern, no-nonse, manly Daddy ✅
Someone to remind your submissive self who you truly yearn and desire to be in the natural order of life ✅
Giant, beefy, enslaving soles, demanding to be covered in the glistening saliva of a sub who has caressed, rubbed, massaged, sucked and licked them for hours ✅
Soles big enough to engulf your whole face as you press in against them, inhale their powerful scent and succumb to their total control over you and your rock-hard, aching sub dick ✅
Wide, curvy, manly arches, just the right size to form the perfect area for the sub to get his aching cock fucking, backwards and forwards, inwards and outwards, as they squeeze the aching rod and cause its juice to squirt out all over the feet which enslaved it ✅
Jackpot 🎰
So big and soft 👣😛
The way He doesn’t even smile as His huge, dominant soles mesmerise you into submission only adds to the helpless foot-sub’s ecstatic arousal. Check-mate.
I would caress, massage and worship this Daddy’s tired, meaty, sexy feet all night long after his hard day at the office! 🥵 🐾 👅
After a long day, sometimes you just gotta take your shoes off and feel the grass between your toes...
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!
“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.”
“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.”
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!
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 👣🔥🔥🇹🇷
“H y p n o t i c, aren’t they, boy?”
🌀 🌀
“Totally, Daddy.”
“So masculine. So bone-stiffening. So damn hot.”
👣 🦴 💪🏼
“100 per cent, Sir.”
“Irresistible. Undeniable. And so enslaving.”
😍 🛐
“Absolutely, Master.”
“What are you, boy?”
“The luckiest Daddy foot-slave in the world, Daddy.”
“What completes you, boy?”
“Your soles, Daddy. Your feet. My world.”
“Such a good foot-beta for Me. Just as nature intended.”
“Yessss, Daddy. So, damn, lucky.”
“Now bow down. Put your mouth against My perfect soles. Inhale the scent of My superiority. Savour every, last, goddamn moment. That’s it, My good boy…We’ve begun..
“Lick…
“Suck…
“Worship…
“Submit…
“Surrender…
“Keep going…
“Attend to that aching pole…
“Writhe in pure ecstasy…
“Breathe…
“Don’t think. Just do…
“You’re at one with My perfect feet…
“Feeling so good, so enraptured, so happy, and so excited…
“Lick. Suck. Jerk. Give in…”
“It’s okay, My good footboy. Keep going. Daddy’s got you right where He wants you, and exactly where you belong…
“Such a good, loyal, loving foot-slave…
“You’re doing such a great job, My soles, your nature, your brain, your body, and you: the perfect union, just so electrifying…
“Feel the waves of pure joy coursing through you. Gosh that beta bone is so, damn hard, and so damn happy!”
“That’s it keep going. Right up to the edge. Let it happen, boy. Go ahead. You’ve earnt it…
“Now explode for Daddy, leak for Daddy’s feet, let those foot-beta juices flow on, and on, and on…
💦 💦
“Look at what My feet do to you. You truly are the best foot-beta any Foot-Daddy could ask for…
“You make your Daddy so proud, my foot-freak, so very proud…Now clean up this mess at once.”
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😉
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.
“Oh, what’s that, boy? You have an instant desire to submit to Daddy’s perfect, meaty, Alpha soles?
“Don’t panic! You’re not the first and you certainly won’t be the last…
“Daddy can’t even begin to tell you how many foot fetishes He has helped unlock within subs over the years…
“I know, I know, you were just cruising for a regular vanilla older man…and?
“Stop trying to act like you’re grossed out. That look in your eyes tells Me, a Daddy Foot Alpha, everything I need to know.
“That’s it. Let it wash over you. Give into your mesmerisation. Let My feet teach you a world of new, unbridled pleasure and wisdom…
“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it boy?
“Oh wait. It’s so funny. When I said the word ‘hard’, it’s as if something else inside you woke sharply up. Haha.
“My Alpha Daddy Feet have taken over your eyeline, your curiosity, your brain, and now your beta body too.
“Who knew surrendering to Daddy’s feet would feel so damn good? You youth should have more faith in elders. We have been around the block and then some, and picked up a thing or two along the way…
“So where does this leave us now, huh? Where do we go from here? It’s getting so HARD to think straight, isn’t it, boy?
“Let Daddy break down what’s happened, and then what’s going to happen next, okay?
“1. You turned up for a regular, vanilla session with an older man who you found hot so decided to cruise. Correct?
“2. Then you arrived, the door was open, and you let yourself in, as I told you too. See, I was already planting instructional seeds and you were obeying. Right?
“3. You went down the corridor and heard Me tell you to come into the living room. Unfazed so far, you did as I said, came in and found Me with My Daddy paws already up on My coffee table. You saw them before you even looked up to see Me. I had already seen in you, everything I needed to know, so I let you stop in your tracks and take in the scene before you. And that leads us up to now…Are you still following Me boy?
“It seems the more I talk, and the more you stare at My handsome soles, the HARDER and HARDER it gets to look away. Correct?
“Let me explain it to you further, boy. An indelible and irreversible connection has been instilled between My feet, My voice, your eyes, your ears, your mind, and now your 🍆 too.
“You could have taken one look, panicked that I was a weirdo, turned the other way, and run back out that door. But you didn’t do that, did you?
“No, exactly.
“The more you stare at My feet, the more you listen to My words, the more you let Me take over, the better it keeps on feeling. It’s too HARD to disagree now, isn’t it, boy?
“That’s it. You have opened yourself up, you have let Daddy and His Alpha Feet pervade your entire being. It’s only natural now that all you desire is to explore the greatness that Daddy’s soles can keep on bringing you. It’s time to get undressed now, footboy. It’s time to get on your knees. It’s time to make contact with My Alpha Paws. Got it?
“That’s it, good boy. Oh wow, that rock hard 🦴 is so very happy with this new experience, isn’t it, boy?
“You’re so very excited to become one of Daddy’s new footboys. Daddy and His feet are making you feel so good, so happy, so aroused.
“Goooood foootboyyyyy. Keep listening to My words. Keep following My commands. Start rubbing My Alpha Feet. You will feel better than you have ever felt before. Trust Me.
“We’re going to have so much fun today, aren’t we, My best new footslave? That’s right. You’ve done so well to come this far. You deserve these incredible, new, overwhelmingly joyful sensations. You deserve Daddy’s Alpha Male Feet.
“You will rub, you will caress, you will worship. You will lick, you will suck, and you will jerk. Everything is making so much sense now. There’s no need for you to do any more thinking of your own, is there? It feels so very good to give in, let go, stop worrying about the pressures and stresses of everyday life. I’m unlocking your new bliss. You’re so very lucky.
“Such a lucky footboy…”
👣 …👀…😵💫…👂…🍆…⛓️…✋…👅 …🐶…🛐…🍆✋…💦💦…👅😍⛓️
