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your ex had invited you over for a party. it had been a while since you’d seen each other; you’d dumped him and had a string of fights about him wanting to get back together. You were ready to move on; even though you did miss some parts like the sex and subbing for him, he was pretty unhelpful, messy, and didn’t pay too much attention to you unless he’d wanted sex.  It was hot, but you wanted more of a connection with someone more supportive.  You put up with it for a long time, never actually thinking you’d leave him, till one day you just lost it and exploded on him.  And life had been so much better since without him dragging you down all the time.  You felt free, finally.  And you were in a much better, happier relationship now.  Regardless, you didn’t hate him, were trying to get back on good terms and appreciated the gesture, even though part of you felt like you should just stay home.

The party was winding down and only a few of your mutual friends were still there. Everyone was on the couch watching tv, pretty beat after a night of drinking and smoking. You noticed your ex staring at you for a while, but didn’t return his gaze. You didn’t want it to get weird. Suddenly, he kicked off his boat shoes and stretched his leg out on the couch towards you, placing his big, meaty foot only a few inches away from you. That got your attention. Sweat broke out over your forehead. That’s what he used to do to signal he was ready for his feet to be worshipped, usually after a run or a workout or a night drinking. You loved when he stretched his manly, sweaty foot out for you to suck on, while he told you how lucky you were to be licking the glistening musk off his toes. You never could resist. But there were people here! What was he thinking?! 

You looked at him finally, and saw the same burning fire in his eyes he used to look at you with when he’d dominate you. Your eyes fixed on his and he grinned smugly, knowing what he was doing to you. Knowing the gesture looked totally ordinary and harmless to everyone else in the room as it sent you into a fevered rush, fighting for control. 

You looked away, but your eyes just landed on his beefy, thick calves, swelling with muscle. You remembered how the thick hair felt as you’d run your hands through it. You looked straight, trying to ignore what was happening to you. You saw him wiggle his toes invitingly out of the corner of your eye, and strained to look away. But eventually the smell hit your nose. The smell was always what got you. That’s how the tradition of stretching his leg out started. Even on nights when you hadn’t been in the mood, once you got a few whiffs of the musky, manly stench his feet let off, you’d be on all fours, naked, begging to inhale and lick them. 

It started to seep into your nose and you felt that familiar, old fog coming over you. “No” part of you thought, but your body was on autopilot now, seeking out things it knew would make it overflow with pleasure. The smell filled your mind deeper and deeper, and you knew you were hungry for it. Turning back into his sub. After finally breaking up with him and holding out so long, he’d gotten you again. You’d had a chance to get away, but now he was making you his again.  Being friendly had all been part of his plan.  He had wanted this all along.  

What was worse was that deep, deep down inside you, part of you had wanted this all along too.

He wiggled his feet again and your neck snapped over to look at his beautiful, meaty toes, glistening with a sheen of sweat where the light hit them.  So delicious.  So suckable.  You needed them in your mouth. You looked at him again. “Miss me?” he mouthed, giving his foot another little shake. 

You reflexively flew over to him, the words “yes Daddy” flying off your lips, disregarding everyone else in the room as you sniffed and kissed his big feet.  Uncomfortable, everyone quickly left.

“You're gonna be my wife now.  I’m not letting you get away this time.  You’re gonna serve me for the rest of your life.  Now lick, boy.”

“Yes, Daddy.  I missed you so much, Daddy,” you said between licks, your body screaming with pleasure as it re-experienced the sweet, salty taste of his sweaty feet for the first time in a while.  They were still warm from being in his shoes- just how you liked them.  Nice and hot and smelly.

“There’s my boy,” he said, voice ringing with power.  It washed over you in waves, activating old instincts deep inside you, guiding your tongue over his body just like the old days.  His strong hand brushed your hair, sending relaxation and warm tingling through you. “Can you believe you ever wanted to leave me?”

“I’m sorry Daddy; I was being dumb and selfish.  All I really want is to serve you.”

“That’s right boy,” he said, hoisting you up onto him.  His strong hands moved over your body, claiming it, sending ripples of pleasure though you. “You said you didn’t want to put up with my shit anymore if I remember, right?  But you do, don’t you?”  His hand pinched your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as you tried to respond. “You want to put up with all my shit, forever if it means you get to lick these sweaty feet, right?”

“Yes Daddy,” you moaned out, collapsing into him, pulling him close, hungry for his familiar warmth.  He held you close, your body melting into his strong grip letting his hands explore as they wanted.  He whispered softly in your ear as he held you, reminding you to think about how right it felt to re-submit to him and how he needed his little sub back.  “I missed you too girl,” he said, his big, manly hands moving to your ass, caressing it.  You shuddered at the warmth flowing into you from him as the caress turned into a tighter grip.   “I’ve had to do all my laundry, cook all my dinners.  All the things I loved about you.”  You slowly lost yourself in his words, in his touch, surrendering into the warmth that emitted from him and that he created in you.

“Don’t worry sir, I’m here to take care of all of that for you now,” you said, “I’m here to serve you, just like I should as your good boy.  I love you.  I love worshipping you.  Serving you pleases me,” you said, completely broken.  Any resistance you had was gone.  You were his again.  

He could tell.  “Take your cock out boy.  I want to show you something.”

You obeyed, your beta body immediately complying to orders from an alpha.  He pulled his thick, strong hammer cock out too.

“Feel mine”, he said.  

You did, relishing in the familiar feeling.  It felt so different than yours, bigger and stronger.  

“You feel that difference boy?  That’s the difference between a man and boy cock.  That's why you serve me.  Because your body recognizes a superior and knows its role is to obey.  Knows who owns it.  Right?”

“RIght, sir.”

“Compared to this,” he said, his big hand closing around your small cock, His grip was so strong, not just physically but mentally.  LIke he’d gripped your mind, your will, instead of just your cock.  You felt yourself submitting further, becoming totally open to him.  He could do whatever he wanted to you now.  You were helpless, but you loved it.  Loved feeling him taking control of you; loved feeling all the thoughts empty from your head, ready to be filled with new orders.  Daddy’s orders.

"This is a boy cock.  Cuz that’s all you’ll ever be.  Even if you dumped me, you’d just find another guy to make you serve him.  Because that’s all you really want.  Right boy?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Right.  So you’re not going to try to get away again, right?”  

“No Daddy.  I just want to stay here with you now.”

“That’s right boy,” he said, giving your cock a firm tug, “Daddy owns you and this forever now.  Tomorrow morning I’ll break you again, and we’ll send your new boyfriend a video of you begging and pleading to suck on my feet to let him know you guys are over, ok?”

“Ok,” you said pleasantly.  You didn’t know who he was talking about, anyway.

“Now give me your hand.”

“My hand?”

“Daddy needs to put your ring on.”

“Ring?” you asked.

“Yes, ring.  Didn’t you know what this party was for boy?  We’re engaged now.  Soon you’ll be my happy little wife for the rest of your life.”

I’ m sure he would like a tongue massage on his beautiful feet …

If I take them off, you're gonna have to smell it.

Socks ready to handle a long day of work. You better be ready when I get back home, cause they won't be like that anymore 💪

Just chilling and airing them out...

can you smell it ?

My soles got a little dusty from walking barefoot and someone is gonna clean them for me.

Barefoot in the field. No one around...

Who's gonna clean them for me ?

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Nothing better then kicking back after a long day, enjoying a drink, and airing your feet out.

Even better, with someone's nose between my toes, enjoying every sniff of that hypnotizing smell. Can you picture that? 🔥

Kicking back while you admire my soles. Why don't you go ahead and give 'em a rub? 🔥

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After a super long day of work, my dirty socks were so sweaty and smelly that day.

You could feel the heat from far away, and see the wet footsteps on the floor.

Now,imagine yourself close to them. Very close...

I'm gonna crush you like a bug 😈

POV: You're trying to sleep at my feet.

My soles got a little dry

who's gonna take off the dead skin ? 😈

You better get off my way, unless you want my smelly feet on your face.

Imagine me wiggling my toes above you.

You wouldn't resist, would you ?

Fresh from the gym.

Come and clean my sweaty and stinky soles hahah

To all my foot lovers out there, picture this in your head:

I get home, after a long work out session, take off my sneakers and expose my barefeet. They were so sweety, that my soles were leaving wet marks on the floor, with each step being a nightmare for a tiny. And I won't even comment on how they were smelling.

What sounds like a footstep for a human, sounds like a very loud stomp for a tiny, making the floor shake. And as I walked, not caring about anything on my way, any bugs, or ants that attempted to stay where I'd pass, would have been crushed by my huge feet.

I walked to my room and started playing on my PC, with my barefeet right on my desk, wiggling every toe of mine, just relaxing after that long work out session, that got me so tired.

Now, imagine yourself as a tiny human, lost around my desk, and you suddenly encounter me, a young powerful guy entering my room and putting my feet up while I rest and play games, with my sweaty soles and toes. You look up, and all you can see, is my huge crossed feet, with some spots of dust on my soles, towering above you.

I would completely ignore you, as if you weren't there, just to see your funny reaction hahaha

Would you massage and clean my feet for me while I play games ? Or would you try to tickle my feet with your tiny hands to try to catch my attention?

Either one of those sounds great doesn't it? 😈

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Starting the new year getting some fresh air.

I hope there aren't any bugs down there hahah

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I had to crush a mosquito with my foot cause it was bothering me all night.

It stayed at my sole for the rest of the day, smelling my dirty feet.

This one is not gonna mess with me again hahah.

Morning stretch to relax and air my big feet out.

I bet you can imagine what they smell like if you try.

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Stay at my feet, sniffing that smelly sole while I play on my laptop.

Put yourself close to them, surrender to them, sniff it all up, and make me relax while I enjoy a gaming session.

If you were a tiny, you could try tickling and massaging my soles, if you could handle it of course hahah