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He understands the power His Daddy feet and soles have over you. He loves presenting His meaty, wrinkly paws before you, His face virtually without expression as He watches you quiver. You gaze at them and yearn. He wants you to feel weak as you kneel down and place your beta head in between His glorious, masculine arches. He wants you to beg Him to let you worship every inch perfect inch.
Pretty soon, He will say, “Lick,” and your tongue will slowly glide in between every wrinkle. Then, he will say, “Suck” and your mouth will start working its way between each toe, up and down, one by one. While you give His right foot all the attention it deserves, His left will make its way to your crotch and vice versa. He loves caressing your aching beta cock, as you worship, adore and whimper in delight. The exchange of power solidified, He will masterfully bring you closer and closer to the edge. You will lose yourself in full submission as the relationship is fixed in time. His might, His feet, their natural dominance and your helpless surrender to them.
Eventually satisfied with your efforts, He will command, “Unzip”. Your erect penis will throb as His virile, meaty soles wrap themselves around it. You will thrust as His paws effortlessly engulf your cock. Up and down, lubricated with your dedicated saliva, you agonisingly wait for permission to release. Without words, He will simply observe your waves of pleasure being governed completely by His irresistible feet. You will try to hold on for as long as you can, but your dick won’t be able to fight the ecstasy coursing through your whole body.
He will say, “Cum for My feet, slave,” and without hesitation you will unload all of your beta semen, covering the soles you caressed, worshipped and adored. Coating them in your sub juice, you will moan with unbridled pleasure. Still without expression, He will wait and then say, “Clean up”. You won’t even question the order, you will lap up every last drop like a grateful, dedicated puppy, knowing that He has unlocked your darkest desires irreversibly. Nothing ever made you feel so happy, so right and yet also, so degraded.
When His feet are clean and glistening from all of your saliva, you will look up at Him and He will finally smile. He and you will both know that your beta cock finally belongs to His Alpha feet. You’re His and it’s theirs from now on. Just how it was supposed to be.
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Biggest fetish since as long as I can remember. My fantasy is to have the owner of a huge, manly, sexy pair like these sit or stand above me, me lying on the floor, watching them descend closer and closer to my face. Me, helpless to pretend I would even try to resist as they cover my entire submissive face. I want to breathe through their owner’s stench, beg to be allowed to lavish them up and down with my tongue and then in and around every giant toe, all the while, the new Foot God telling me...
“What a good, little foot-boy you are. It’s okay. Don’t be ashamed. I knew who you were as soon as I saw how you reacted, the first time I deliberately let you have a glance at My powerful, regal soles.
This will become your secret, happy place. You will crave these Alpha feet day and night. They will own your body and be your only, true source of happiness. See, I knew that would make you smile, and talk to that voice that’s been inside you since you can remember. It’s perfectly natural. My soles are perfect. Just give yourself to them.”
I will quickly learn how rock-hard my beta cock gets as soon as I see, touch, lick, suck and worship His feet, as He masterfully manoeuvres so that one is rubbing my aching bone up and down, while the other stays firmly and robustly covering my face lips and mouth. Together these Alpha male feet, with their bulbous, domineering toes, will own me. My brain, my body, my ecstasy. They will cement my deepest desires and it will become my rightful place to serve them from beneath.
The Foot God will let me completely surrender to His paws as I learn how He controls each of My orgasmic waves.
When He determines I have earnt it, He will command:
“Come, slave! Come for your Master’s almighty feet and soles. Feel their power. Feel your helplessness to resist.”
With that, ropes of my beta seed will cover the sole, so agilely caressing, rubbing and controlling my cock, the other engulfing my entire face, pressing down, making me feel its force. With my moans of pure, inferior bliss and delight, He will continue:
“Good slave. Good foot boy. Doesn’t it feel amazing to be under My total control. Master’s feet give you the most unimaginable pleasure possible. You will live to serve Me and My dominant feet. No foot Master can possibly make you feel like I do. Say it back footslave!”
“It feels amazing to be under Your total control...”
“Under Your total control, what?”
“Under Your total control, Sir.”
“Better, footslave. Continue.”
“Master’s feet give me the most unimaginable pleasure possible, Sir. I will live to serve You and Your dominant feet, forever, Sir. No foot Master can possibly make me feel like you do, my foot Master, Sir.”
“Very well, footslave. Now lick up the mess you’ve made. We have a big future ahead and lots more conditioning to continue with today.”
With each droplet of your beta seed sucked back off His godly soles, you will fall deeper and deeper in love with His feet, the feet which now own you. The feet you exist to serve, worship and adore. The foot Master you now live for.
“No need to talk. Just trace every wrinkle with that tongue. Knew you’d surrender. No questions asked. Good pup.”
Feet to kill for. Wrinkles.r.us Bliss!
The question is: Why do you, pathetic footsub, crave to be underneath this manly god’s perfect, meaty, wrinkly soles so much, worshipping, begging and feeling intense arousal from the process?
The answer: You are a foot beta. You exist to serve superior men and make them feel at ease when the natural order of your submissive nature to their superiority is rightly instated.
You both know it’s the right thing to do...so get licking!
He knew that just one small stare was all it took to have you completely hooked.
He knew that His majestic soles would have you on your knees, begging to worship them within seconds.
He knew the ecstasy they were destined to cause, rushing through your beta veins, as you surrendered your hands, your tongue and your mouth to His mesmerising wrinkles, His meaty, Alpha toes and His serenely high arches.
You didn’t waste time in submitting. You knew it was your destiny to be under His perfect feet. You finally felt purpose, giving every inch of them the attention and love they truly deserved. You finally felt home. You finally felt at peace.
He looked on caringly as you blissfully covered them in sub saliva, massaging His aches, making every part of His feet feel respected, cared for and divine.
He patted you on the head. He called you his best foot boy. Everything about this was exactly how it was meant to be. You were in pure, footslave heaven.
“Yes Master, You say and we obey. Your huge, divine, engulfing soles are what footbetas like me dream of. And they look so damn handsome covered in beta saliva, making the wrinkles glisten in their full glory. Thank You for the privilege.”
Again, slave! Be a good doormat and clean my beautiful feet till they shine !!!
Master’s feet are so wrinkly and meaty and His toes so plump and ripe that you as a footbeta have no choice but to fall to your knees and bury your face in them immediately.
Make sure you thank Him profusely for the privilege as you caress, lick, suck and then moan in pleasure. Then for the delight as you start jerking that instant bone His perfect paws compel you to have.
It’s all you and your 🍆 ever wanted, deep down. Admit it.
No face? No problem. Your meaty, masculine paws and gorgeous wrinkled soles do all the talking that’s needed! When can I start caressing, licking and worshipping Alpha sole Master? 🐾 👅 🍆🛐
