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The way He caresses, rubs and works his soles and then fucks in between each toe with his fingers is extremely hot and erotic. Some really sexy, dominant muscle Daddy feet! Instantly submissive and very hard for them. Amazing! 👣 🍆 💦

‪Sometimes I wish I had my own personal foot slave.. like today when I’ve been walking around Paris all day and my big size 14 Daddy feet needed some attention! Here I am stroking, rubbing and massaging one of them, any volunteers wanna help out!!? #DaddyDolf #size14’s ‬

How would any sub’s natural yearning to submit not come straight out when confronted with this handsome Alpha’s huge, dominant, meaty paws 🐾 Get those tongues ready! 👅

Spanish Dad Emilio and his very big feet 👣

“Your cure is also your downfall Sir, but, why fight it? Okay now that I’ve got your attention, all you’ll want to do is press your face against my socked, dominant feet. Was I right? I know I was. Dig in. Oh yes I know the smell is overpowering.”

“Well someone suddenly looks happy to see me. You know it feels right. Sure you can call me Master. Oh my, that’s some serious loving you’re giving those. You sure didn’t need to be asked twice. Okay but don’t rush it. What you can’t hold on? Wow that was even quicker than my last patient. Well, go for it then but make sure you clean up after yourself.”

“Safe to say your aching has been overcome? Oh you’re desperate for more? Let me see. Same time again tomorrow? Sure!”

Dr Sockmaster easily claiming more willing footslaves, helpless to resist. You next?

Doctor’s orders… to worship his sweaty socks ;)

These sexy toes and feet wiggling truly are mesmerising. The way they make you stop scrolling, draw you in, make you yearn to be worshipping at them and take you to a place of pure arousal is inevitable.

Some incredibly sexy size 14 feet.

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)

Seriously want to help this Daddy feel relaxed by nestling my face into that arousing sole arch and licking, worshipping and caressing from underneath while He dozes and groans in pleasure. Sexy, hairy, older, moustached Silver Fox Alpha perfect to make you feel enraptured and submissive.

Wouldn’t be long before I moved my worship up to His enticing crotch to sniff, take in His scent and attend to His growing bulge either!

Every, single wrinkle of Daddy’s perfect, meaty soles demands to be coated in adoring sub-beta saliva.

Every plump, masculine toe demands to be placed in an inferior mouth and sucked as if life depended on it.

Those incredible arches. That level of stern, firm but fair, Daddy Dom feet meat. Such a huge area to caress, lick and adore. You would be so lucky, boy!

So what are you waiting for, sub?

If you’re a good foot-boy, then embrace it:

Tell Him exactly how you want to please Him and His magnificent paws. Get on your knees, beg, and maybe, just maybe, He will grant you the best experience of your inferior life.

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

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 👣🔥🔥🇹🇷

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😍

“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! 😄

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