It Was Unexpected Yet So Natural When Your Coach Turned Out To Be Your New Daddy Foot Dom. The Transition

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.

Resistance is futile, footslave. You will submit to Daddy’s feet and you will obey. Watch, salivate, beg and moan. Your destiny is serving Daddy’s superior soles. Don’t try to fight it. Just rest your head underneath their power. Stick out your tongue. Engulf your sub mouth with their glory. Oh, sure you can release that 🦴 That’s it. Lick, worship, massage, suck. Good boy. You’re in foot-beta heaven, aren’t you?

Owned.

Couldn’t have put it better myself!

Back to where it all began on Tumblr, 5 years ago with a random gif I made from a George Clooney film clip. (He’s still the silver fox of my dreams!)

I then decided to turn Tumblr into my number one place to pour out all my deepest, darkest gay foot fantasies through your images and my words…

And now I am so overwhelmingly happy that 1000 of you have chosen to follow, like, comment on and value my gay foot-fetish reblogs with taglines, short stories and imagined dialogues.

Thank you very much for being here and for sticking around.

You all help me to stand firm in my convictions that ‘weird’ fetishes should be embraced, celebrated, and shared. Not judged, looked down upon, or ostracised.

Who knows how we got here? But it’s so much fun giving into who we are and living our best lives together.

Here’s to many more fun, shared, sordid foot-worshipping times ahead!

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“How dare you leave me and your Uncle waiting boy. I am very disappointed in you. Your punishment will be kneeling down in front of us, putting your footslut face just inches from our incredibly handsome soles and not being allowed to touch, lick, suck or caress anything until WE say so. Understood beta? You don’t deserve to worship our glory know.”

“Yes Daddy. Sorry Uncle. Right away bosses. You say and I will obey. I am a mere weakling and YOU control me and my pathetic, alpha male foot-loving penis. You’re right to feel totally ashamed of your footboy son, Daddy.”

“Damn straight. Well that apology and wording was a good start back to your redemption footslut. No more talking now though. Just get your head right where I told you. Now.”

You obeyed Dad and waited for Him and His Alpha brother to grant you permission to do what you had been yearning to do today, tomorrow and every day of your sad, foot-obsessed life. You hung your head in shame, inhaled their mighty Feet’s scents and forced yourself to avoid any contact, just like your Masters said. You were Their best boy. You needed to hear Their words:

“Good boy. Good footslave. You are forgiven. Let today’s veneration commence.”

You chastised yourself over and over again for sleeping through your alarm and not getting Their chores done fast enough. You sighed, you moaned and then you just waited. And waited.

“Good footbeta.” You told yourself over and over again. No brainwashing required here! Your warped brain does all that for you automatically. You basked in Their superiority. You craved. You waited some more.

You shouldn’t like it. But you do.

A random, attractive male wriggling his toes and writhing the wrinkles on his soles shouldn’t have this effect on you. But it does.

You stopped scrolling. You stared in a daze. You dreamt of being there, at His feet, loving, worshipping and adoring His captivatingly sexy soles. You crave to cover them in your beta saliva, massaging and caressing them, feeling inferior as you look up at your handsome, new Foot Master.

You can try to hide it and you can try to escape it but deep down you know something within you wants nothing more. Just give in.

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