One Look At His Alpha Soles And Youre His. He Knows All About The Power He Has Over You. He Clicks His

One look at His Alpha soles and you’re His. He knows all about the power He has over you. He clicks His finger and points down at the floor in front of Him. You move over and get on your knees. You look up at Him in all his Alpha muscle superiority. You are at one with your inferior reality.

You stick out your tongue and make first contact with that magnificent foot. It tastes so good. It feels amazing. Ecstasy tingles through your body as you submit and surrender to all you ever wanted to be.

He sips his drink and ignores you on His phone. You’re nothing but an insignificant slave as far as He is concerned. He lets you be who you always wanted to be and in return you worship Him day and night.

Most people would struggle to understand but the asymmetrical relationship you and your Alpha have fulfils every desire within you to subjugate yourself to a perfect specimen of Manhood. You groan in pleasure, your d**k is rock hard and you are happier than you could ever imagine.

“Thank you Master for existing. Thank you for letting me worship your perfect feet and super manly body. I’m forever grateful.”

“You’re welcome boy.” He replies, not even looking up from whatever has got His attention.

He knew what you wanted. He ensured you got it. Your existence was everything it was ever meant to be. You were alive.

“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.”

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.

“That’s it boy. Release your innermost desires. Give Master’s perfect foot all the worship and adoration it deserves. Lose yourself in your subservience. You know as well as I do how much My feet own you. It’s all you have ever wanted. Bury your face into that sole. Make love to it. Beg to please it. You found yourself when you got down on your knees and acknowledged the footslave you truly are. You crave to make it known that you belong to My perfect paws. Do as I say, boy. Obey and you will be rewarded. Good footbeta. Good footslave. Not an atom between you and the soles which own you. Good boy.”

“Thank You Daddy. Your soles complete me. I’m completely under their spell.”

“I know footboy. Don’t worry. Daddy’s here now.”

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.

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.