With Each Long Lick, You Fall More Deeply Under Masters Powerful Control.

With each long lick, you fall more deeply under Master’s powerful control.

With each long tongue caress, you inhale His scent, intoxicating your beta brain, making you more and more helpless to resist; and why would you when all that happens when you give in is that you get even more deeply aroused?

With each back and forth motion, you are consistently reminded that Master’s feet are all that matter.

Worshipping them is both your absolute purpose in life, and your utter privilege.

The day Master saw who you truly were and put you on your knees, was the day you truly started living.

So keep licking footboy. Keep embracing your best life. Keep reinforcing your lifelong bond to Master’s soles.

Master will reward you as best He sees fit, once He deems that you have earnt it. Until then, don’t stop. Just show him that you know what a lucky footslave you truly are.

Good footsl*t.

He doesn’t even bother to look at you as you kneel at the other end of the sofa, with your face metres away from His perfect soles. All you can do is wait, drool, and dream about all the ways you want to show His feet pure, unadulterated worship and adoration.

Master will eventually give the sign then you, His devoted footsub, will be allowed to have your way with His meaty toes, His inviting sole wrinkles, and eventually His brilliant arches. He knows the power He has over you and how you will do absolutely anything He says just to be granted mere seconds at His feet.

The more He ignores you and makes you beg, the more you get turned on. He gives the orders. You follow them. Life’s pretty simple within this asymmetrical relationship. And you love it!

The more you stare at Sir’s captivating soles, the harder it gets to look away.

The more you get mesmerised by Sir’s magnificent feet, the more under their and His spell you truly fall.

The more you finally admit that you crave nothing more than to be underneath, the more your 🦴 aches in potential pleasure.

His undeniable arches, His plump, inviting toes, His soft, wrinkled skin. Everything about them and therefore Him makes you convulse with ecstasy.

So just set yourself free, let yourself go, and succumb.

Unzip, free yourself, give in, ogle, stroke, submit, worship, repeat. So, so lost in bliss, and so very deeply aroused.

Keep going, do it again, cover those feet with all your beta saliva. Suck each bulbous toe. Slide your tongue in between as you stroke, rub, and jerk your meat to your heart’s content.

Non-verbally, He promises He’ll take care of you. Something inside knows that you won’t regret it. You’ve been waiting and yearning for this moment for years.

Nothing to do from now on, except obey.

You already know there’s no turning back.

Sir’s soles had you at hello.

Kiss them, look up at Him as He looks down at you, and thank Him. Feel His power, Feel His strength, let His soles’ magic take over. Then explode. 💦

“Good footboy. My good footbetaboy. You’re home now.” He says as He pats you on the head and nudges your face into His arches. He grins, He really appears proud of you, and He utters, “On to round two. Go!”

Sexy grandpa feet

Yes, Master knows they’re perfect.

Yes, Master knows exactly what effect they’re going to exert immediately over your foot-obsessed, beta-brain.

Yes, Master does expect full and total worship of every single inch.

You can try to deny it, but all you truly desire is to kneel down before Him and beg to be allowed to make those feet sparkle, coated in your inferior sub-saliva.

Will you start by tracing each and every wrinkle with your beta-tongue?

Will you gradually move up to His meaty toes, sucking each one, one-by-one, ending up at the bulbous, juicy big toes?

Will you eventually be granted permission to insert your aching, rock-hard 🍆 in between His superior, high arches, thrusting away, back and forth, up and down, until you cannot take the ecstasy any more and you explode, cementing your status as Master’s number 1 foot-obsessed idolator?

Time to find out…

Daddy made you stop scrolling, didn’t He? 😏

Daddy’s soles immediately caused an uncontrollable twitching downstairs, didn’t they? 👣 🍆

Daddy knows everything you secretly need and crave, boy. Doesn’t He? 🛐

Don’t try to fight it. Daddy’s here to fulfil all your debauched, dirty, footbeta desires. He’s got you and there’s no turning back. 🔥 🔥

Don’t keep Daddy waiting now. He’s indicating exactly where your footslave face needs to be. ⬇️

Down on your knees. There’s a good footsub. Now beg. Beg to be allowed to worship, caress and then coat Daddy’s magnificent soles in your beta drool. Do it, footboy. Do it now. Lose yourself, surrender, and feel Daddy’s perfect sole power. 🌀 🌀

Good footboy. 💦 💦

You made Daddy very happy and proud. 🥰

Owned by Daddy’s perfect feet. Exactly where you have always longed to be. Ecstasy.🦶 ⛓️

Daddy is waiting!

“Hey boy. Oh, what’s that? You want Me to squish you like the little bug that you are with My superior, mighty, dirty, virile feet?

Of course you do.

Well okay then. Consider it done.

That’s it slave. Get your inferior face right down there, perfectly underneath them. Inhale. Lick. Lose yourself. Feel Master’s soles, towering above you, dominating you, giving you total utter bliss, just like your pathetic, twisted mind has always craved.

Oh my, someone’s enjoying this just a little too much. Aren’t they?

😏👣🍆💦🌀

Again? Really? Okay. Sure. Round two - Let’s go!

👅😵‍💫🛐 🍆 💦

Yeah. Just as I thought, My perfect, filthy, hooked, little footboy.

Well done. Another one? Wow someone is too addicted and insatiable. But that’s cool. My power over you is textbook. You just know it, don’t you.

Yeah boy! Don’t stop. Let it happen. Such an inferior boy for Master’s feet.

So mesmerised. So obedient. So f***ing aroused. Well, far be it for Me to stop this magic!

Keep going. Master can keep this up ALL day long.

That’s right, My dear footpup.

🐶⛓️🦶

Just as nature intended.”