Master Made You Stop Scrolling.

Master made you stop scrolling.

His abnormally high, so f*ckable arches made you stay.

His captivating wrinkles, His bulbous toes, and most of all, His manly, meaty soles.

Yes, everything about this Alpha arrests you in your tracks, and makes you crave so much more.

Admit it, you’d do *anything* to serve at Master’s feet. You’d do anything to worship Master’s paws. Being underneath Master is where you belong.

Say it back.

The only place worthless maggots like you belong is under an Alpha’s huge sole, looking up at Him, slowly surrendering to the fact that He is everything that you will never be. Don’t you agree, foot-boy?

No need to reply.

Your 🪨 hard 🍆 tells the universe everything it needs to know.

Now let’s let your crushing commence.

Oh f**k. You’re just so little, down there, being smothered, as though your whole existence was just disappearing into nothingness. And yet you’re bloody loving it. Aren’t you?

Yeah, it just feels so damn good to be who you really are, finally. Doesn’t it?

No more pretending. No more wearing of that mask that you never truly manage to pull off anyway. No more imitating your Alpha superiors at all.

All you need to do from now on is just be you. An object. An inferior. Just lying there, on the floor, underneath Master’s gigantic paws. 🐾

Yes. That’s where you belong. Isn’t it?

It just feels so damn amazing.

Good footslave.

💦 💦 💦

Well…that didn’t take long now, did it?

Another owned beta for His stable.

Another “Man”, or so everyone thought.

It just comes so naturally to Him…and to you…

This blissful subjugation. This ying and yang perfection. The asymmetrical beauty of an Alpha, His feet, His soles, His property…

His 👣 your 🌀

His 💪🏼 your 🛐

His 💬 your ☑️

Good boy.

⛓️

The pinnacle of masculinity.

The epitome of your demise.

The meaty toes, the wrinkled soles, the oh-so-f*ckable arches…

…all attached to someone more Alpha than you’ll ever be.

A real Man.

He makes you feel little.

He makes you feel weak.

He reminds you of everything you’re not.

He makes you want to worship Him more than anything else in your small, unfulfilled life.

One glance at the underside of His dominant paws 🐾 is all it takes to get you hooked.

Time to get on your knees, foot-boy.

Stay right there, foot-slave.

Master will just fetch your new collar…

⛓️

Master contemplates the inferior version of a ‘man’ kneeling beneath His perfect, meaty, masculine soles.

You wait patiently to be granted permission to begin.

You, being who you truly were, are and always will be: a servant, a beta, and a worshipper of the feet of all Men so superior to you.

———

You could never even imagine what it must feel like to have been born in a real Man’s body, with real Men’s attitudes, real Men’s confidence, and real Men’s effortless pizazz.

In normal life: at work, in the street, out shopping, at the gym - anywhere outside really - you learnt to put on this massive front. Years of experiencing disdain from everyone around you made you harden up. It was the only option to avoid ridicule, suffering, and hate.

The constant and unnatural hardening up had scrambled your brain cells, but weirdly also naturally started to lead to physical hardening alongside the psychological and emotional. It was as though your mind was naturally compensating for what your body had to do, be, say, think, and pretend, every day.

To fit in, you wore these masks, but inside you felt and knew you were trying so much to be someone you just weren’t. Every time you admitted it to yourself in private, you were rewarded with ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams. Stimuli representing your true self took over. Outside you exacerbated inside you, which consequently became fetishised, reinforced, and then indelibly unlocked within you forever more.

Everything every atom of your being felt inside was forcibly silenced as soon as you stepped out of the door and until you returned again. The dilemma was troubling, the troubling intensified, and then went full circle to private unspeakable bliss.

———

So here, now, everything was finally different:

No, nothing about you both was the same.

No, nothing about you both was equal.

Yet yes, here you were; you getting yours, Him getting His.

Dialogue was sparse. Talk was cheap. Actions spoke for themselves. As did meanings.

The scene playing out in Master’s garden meant that Nature was being respected, time was being dedicated to what It intended, and space was being used as It knew it should be.

Everything aligned, you were hard AF, and Master was just so fulfilled to be fulfilling His role as an overseer of subordinates just like you.

Thus the scene was set and the break from modern-day reality was such a relief for you both. The pleasure this gave both of you was inexplicable and undeniable. It felt so right, so good, and so special, just to give in.

The ‘real you’ inside of you, that you had learnt and worked hard to hide all these years could just be set free for a moment or two. Being yourselves was unimaginably easy. Feigning otherwise was so draining.

———

Now show that Man your true self. Bury your face into the bottom of His feet. Show him how grateful you are to be there, at His soles, underneath Him and therefore also His clan, His leadership, His protection.

Lose yourself in this perfect moment. Coat His paws in your beta saliva. Make His feet feel so damn good with your licks, caresses, and rubs.

Surrender to that yearning inside. Be a ‘good boy’. Let yourself become harder than hard can be. Nature wanted this all along. And It will reward you both with the best feelings any Man or man could ever experience.

You both just know, without even having to think about it, that it’s exactly what you are supposed to be doing, at exactly the right time, in exactly the right place.

👑 👣 > 👁️ 🌀 > ✋🏼 👅 > 🪨 🍆 > 🤯🥵🫠 > 💦 💦 💦 > ☮️ in 🛐

Happy Alpha Men = happy beta boys.

Just as Nature intended. 😉

Stop.

Kneel.

Stare.

Drool.

Beg.

Wait.

Lick.

Suck.

Kiss.

Caress.

Rub.

Clean.

Repeat.

Wait.

Repeat.

Wait.

Look up at your perfect Master.

Thank Him for giving you the privilege of worshipping at His meaty soles, His mighty toes, His sexy feet.

Look down again.

Wait.

Obey.

Hope He gives you permission.

Wait.

Worship.

Wait.

…

“It’s time, footboy!”

Fireworks go off in your brain.

You smile, you look up, you thank Master.

“Touch yourself,” says Master - and you do.

“Keep worshipping. And jerk,” says Master - and you do.

“Keep caressing. And jerk.” You do.

“Keep licking. And jerk.” You do.

“Keep sucking. And jerk.” And you do.

Masters commands keep coming. You keep obeying. Your 🍆 pulsates every time He speaks, you listen, and you do exactly what Master tells you.

“Let Master’s soles, toes, and tops invade your mind, take over your senses, and become your destiny.

“Mesmerised.

“Enchanted.

“Overwhelmingly aroused.”

…

“Desperate to please Master.

“Desperate to obey.

“Feeling your own thoughts fading away.

“Allowing Master’s power to control everything you think, say, and do.

“Keep worshipping.

“Keep jerking.

“Lose your mind.”

…

“Embrace your inner voice, the one that has always told you that you’re nothing but a little beta footslave.

“Master opened the door, you went inside.

“Thank Master for being so powerful, so generous to let you be at His feet, and so very hot.”

…

Wait some more. Lick some more soles. Suck some more toes. Caress some more arches.

…

Here come the magic words.

“Good footslave. You continue to make your Alpha FootMaster very happy and proud, indeed.

“Go ahead now.

“Shoot your beta seed all over the object of your idolatry.

“Show them, and Me, who you truly are.

“That’s it. Coat them in your white, creamy 💦

“Wow you just can’t stop, can you, footboy?

“Master’s delighted to see just how much His perfect Feet, Soles, Toes, Wrinkles, and Arches get you off!

“You’re a very good boy, slave, a very good footboy for Master. Say it back.”

You repeat back His words as you finished up with your unloading.

You look up at Him. You smile. He smiles back. Then He clicks His fingers and points.

No further communication needed.

You get to cleaning up your beta mess.

Long, languishing licks, all over every inch of His perfect Feet, Soles, Toes, Wrinkles, and Arches.

“I want them sparkling, My good footboy. That’s it. Very good. Good boy.”

With that, Master leans down and pats you on the head. He continues to tell you what a good boy you are, and you feel incredible. There’s nothing quite like being owned by such a mighty, handsome, perfect Alpha. Everything just feels right in the world, you down here, Him up there.

“The hierarchy is real. Say it back.”

“The hierarchy is real, Master. Thank you for everything. You are incredible.”

“You’re welcome, my best footbeta. Master is very proud of you.”

With that sincere praise, His deep, manly voice, and His gentle taps and rubs of your head and hair, you started to get hard again. You blushed.

“Ah,” says Master, “My best footboy really is just insatiable, isn’t he?”

Master chuckles. You know what’s next. You squirm.

“Relax, my good footbeta. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You know it’s for your own good. You’ve had your reward. Now it’s back to your cage. You know that you need it. You know it keeps you focused, makes you into an even better footslave, and helps you concentrate on serving Me, your best Foot Alpha…”

“Yes Master, of course Master, You are right, You’re always right.”

“Good footboy.”

And with that, Master produces your cage from the table next to Him, and He beckons you to stand up and come closer to Him.

“There we go. My best footboy. Going back into chastity. Where it knows it belongs. Master decides when it gets to have fun times, doesn’t He?”

“Yes Master, absolutely Master, Master says and it obeys.”

“Yes it really does. Good slave. Now back to its work and chores. Master’s got stuff to do, and so has it.”

“Yes Master. Of course, Master.”

“Good boy.”

Master kisses you on the forehead, pats you on the cheeks, and sends you on your way. You feel a jolt of arousal pulse through you. Your cage restrains your aching 🦴. There’s nothing to it. You have to earn your way to your next worship session and eventual beta unload. You have to obey and please Master and wait patiently for your next reward. It’s how life is now.

Further pulses of joy course through you as your carnal desires battle internally with the acceptance of your controlled, beta life. The inner conflict further subjugates you, further humiliates you, and then weirdly, also arouses you further. This state of frenzy and subduing at the same time lead to balance which lead to calm, peace, gentle waves of bliss, and the desire only to focus, concentrate, work, please Master, and wait for more and more bliss.

What a lucky footslave you truly are, boy!

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Just to say apologies for the lack of posting atm. I have started a new job and it’s full on! I’ll try to do 1-2 a month but it may be less regular than usual while everything settles down. Thanks for sticking around, liking, messaging, and commenting guys. Always means a lot!

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Daddy contemplating the grovelling wreck that His powerful, strong soles have turned you into.

Hmmm 🤔

What do you have to say for yourself, footsub?