Theres No Resisting Daddys Hot, Big, Wide, Wrinkled Paws Now Is There, Footboy? Youre Drowning In Their

“There’s no resisting Daddy’s hot, big, wide, wrinkled paws now is there, footboy? You’re drowning in their magnificence and you need to submit to them straight away, don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy. They’re mesmerising and I can’t do anything to control my urges. Your soles are truly irresistible, it’s true.”

“Good footboy. That’s just what Daddy thought. Well they’re not gonna just clean themselves are they, slave?”

“No, Daddy. Absolutely not. May I have the honour of being underneath their glory and serving them as they deserve to be?”

“Yes footslut. You have Daddy’s permission to do everything you’re born to do with and to them, okay? Let’s start with licking between every enchanting crevice until they’re sparklingly clean and glistening with your beta sub saliva, shall we? After that we’ll turn our attention onto Daddy’s bulbous, manly toes. Don’t worry, we won’t forget about your penchant for sticking your puppy tongue in between and up and down their gaps so that every inch of my dominant Daddy soles has been fully treated and worshipped correctly. Then we’ll assess your sub feet service level and see if you deserve to coat them in your cute, little sub saliva juice. Sound good footboy?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank You so much. I feel so at peace as soon as I admit my beta urges to you. I am ‘home’ underneath You and Your superior soles. It’s only then when nothing else but pleasing, adoring and venerating Your perfect feet makes sense. Thank You so much for letting me.”

“You’re welcome, footboy. I’m so glad you finally found Me. You’re such a lucky footslut, aren’t you, footslave?”

“Yes Daddy, one million per cent. I’m Yours.”

“Gooood boyyyy. No need to fight it is there. Now get licking.”

“Yes Daddy. Absolutely. Right away, Boss.”

“That’s my good footslut. Oh you’re so hard and excited already I see with that tent in your trousers. No need for you to stay clothed, footboy, is there?”

“No Daddy. I need to release my bone and show You what effect Your soles immediately have on me.”

“And that’s just how it should be, footslave. Permission to get naked for full-on foot beta service granted. You’re such a good, little sole worshipper, footboy. You make Daddy so, so proud.”

Those words sent electric shivers down your beta spine. Your 🦴 twitched profusely and stood up to full arousal. You followed Daddy’s orders immediately. All that mattered was pleasing Him. Giving Him what He deserved. You lay naked and placed your face firmly beneath His glorious wrinkled soles. You breathed Him in, inhaling His true power over you. You felt alive. You felt ready. You put out your tongue and let nature guide you in every single long-lasting, hot and joyful lick. Up, down. Side to side. You wouldn’t miss one inch or let one moment more pass without being filled with your adoration. Your purpose in life was here and it was now. You smiled uncontrollably and Daddy reached down to ruffle your hair.

“Such a goooood foootboyyy. Just completely losing himself in Daddy’s perfection, Daddy’s superiority. Nothing left to do but obey. Is there footslut? You’re mine. You belong to Daddy’s superior soles. You’re such a lucky foootboooyyy. Oh yes.”

Something tells me I would need to become a frequent flyer on this sexy Stud’s airline! Foot worship away. Let’s make this as long a haul as possible Captain! Hot 🥵

While He sits there, flexes his gorgeous muscles and admires His handsome face in the mirror, all you can focus on are His huge, perfect, manly, meaty, dominant soles. You crave to be under them, and underneath Him, showing your subservience, avowing your inferiority. Down on your knees and beg to worship His enslaving feet, footsub! Good boy.

It was unexpected yet so natural when your coach turned out to be your new Daddy Foot Dom. The transition felt so impromptu yet also so damn right.

You had mostly taken His orders in the gym and now you craved His full direction in the locker room, living room and, if you got lucky, bedroom too.

From every inch of His plump toes, to every wrinkle of His huge, engulfing soles and every single degree of His God-like arches, your tongue felt like it belonged there. Obeying your FootDaddy sent enormous waves of pleasure through your whole body. Your 🍆 grew rock hard from the moment you first made contact. Worshipping, adoring and taking care of Daddy’s feet was your purpose in life. It made Daddy so proud to call you, ‘His’. ‘His footboy’, ‘His footslave’, ‘His footbeta’. It made you so humble, so wanted, so validated.

Your performance in the gym improved exponentially with your newfound commitment to your submissive craft. When before you hadn’t completely bothered to do all your Dom Daddy told you, now you knew it wad so natural and so right to want to be the best footsub possible. Your rewards were plentiful. Daddy treated you like a Prince in exchange for you treating Him like your true Foot King.

You moaned with pleasure as He kept commanding you and you obeyed Him. You never realised how much you needed to submit to the pull of a top tier Alpha’s magnetic feet. He and You both felt like your life finally had a purpose now. Ecstatic fulfilment. Pure inseparability. You were made to do this; born to be under mighty, magnificent, Daddy soles. Perfection.

daddy trained me to be ready when he gets home from work. I am always on my knees in front of his place. I take his shoes and socks off and I give him a feet massage. I'm always an obedient kid because he's good with me. Daddy loves to have his feet licked, so I don't need to hear the order to start licking like a puppy. If I do it great, he will let me sleep at the bed's feet warming his feet with my body.

“Hey, you…yes, YOU…”

“Did you stop and stare for a moment when My handsome face and big, Masterful soles popped up in front of your beta eyes?”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? They clearly have some sort of subjugating effect on you.”

“Why are you trying to fight it?”

“You’re My next pathetic, submissive foot-beta b*tch-boy. Aren’t you boy?”

…[“Oh shit. He’s discovered my secret. WTF am I gonna do now? Damn, I’m trapped! By His SOLES. They’re so beautiful and hot though. And what a handsome face. Maybe now’s a good a time as any to finally come clean and admit this is all I have ever craved, my entire, foot-obsessed, crazy, debauched life. Yes, I am going to surrender to this stud. I WANT to become His adoring footslave. I must obey Him.”]

“Good boy. You made the right choice, didn’t you footslave? You’re so damn hard right now. And that huuuuge smile on your face. Whoa, that tent in your pants keeps just getting bigger and bigger. You’re my new, best foot-beta boy, aren’t you? Who’s a clever foot-puppy? Oh yes, it’s YOU!”

All you could do was bark, lick, stroke, caress and stare up at him adoringly. You ached to please your new Alpha Daddy Master. You longed to be his perfect, new footpup.

“You are suuch a good foot-beta for Daddy’s HUGE soles. My good foot-boy. The start of your conditioning is today. You made the right choice. The start of the rest of your sad, foot-addicted, slave life is NOW. Isn’t that right my adoring puppy?”

“Yes Sir. Yes Master. Yes Daddy.” Was about all your submissive, fogged brain could think and muster to say.

“That’s right my Good Boy. Keep going! You’re such a smart foot-puppy! Aren’t you my boy?”

“Ruff…ruff…yesss Master….mmmm.”

Master smiled as he looked down at you. You were one step closer to paradise and He had become your new key to getting there. All He did was unlock the door in your pathetic, submissive slave-mind.

Yes, you must Keep Going. Keeping on keeping on. That was all that mattered now. He was all that mattered. Period. You felt so at home, so goddamn happy and so very fulfilled at HIS feet. You tried to speak but all you did was kept on groaning in pure delight.

“That’s it my perfect foot-puppy. Keep going. Keep worshipping. Keep stroking. You’re MINE foot-beta. These soles own you. Say it back.”

“YOUR perfect Alpha Daddy soles own me, Foot-Master. I live to serve Them. They’re all I ever wanted. Thank you Master. You’re so good to me.”

“That’s right my little, adoring, foot-worshipping puppy. This is going even better than I expected. So fast. So hot. You DESERVE MY PERFECT SOLES. They’re already become everything you ever dreamt of, and more. That’s right my best foot-slave. Keep going. Say it back.”

“I MUST keep going Master. I MUST keep worshipping YOUR PERFECT FEET AND SOLES, Daddy. I MUST KEEP GOING.”

“Good boyyyy. My, perfect, good foot-beta. I am so proud of you!”

His praising words sent shivers down your spine and electricity through your entire body. It’s as if you were magnetically drawn to worshipping His soles! You didn’t understand it. But you no longer had to. Keeping going had become your only clear way forward as you worshipped and stared up. You were alive!

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Everyone else is admiring His mesmerising, alpha, hairy pecs, His rock-hard, dreamy abs and His handsome, ‘come and get me’ face but all you can do is stare at His blurry, sexy sole and crave of genuflecting yourself at it, adoring it, adoring Him in His mighty presence. It’s not normal but don’t worry. Your desire to be beneath Him will be obliged. He will acquiesce and you will be where you belong. Lucky foot-boy!

Hairy and harnessed.