"Take Your Eyes Of Me Faggot And Focus On Cleaning The Floor. If I Catch Looking One More Time I'm Beating

"Take your eyes of me faggot and focus on cleaning the floor. If I catch looking one more time I'm beating you senseless. My buddies are on their way you better have everything tied up by then, and food ready. Before any of them arrive I want you to be in that maid outfit you have, on your knees at the door. You'll take their shoes off and invite them in, keep that weird foot shit you have for yourself. Once the food is served you'll get down and rub our feet, and keep that head of yours far from them. Do you understand or should I use my fists faggot?"

"You like your birthday gift babe? I've been domestesticating it for a while to be your perfect gift."

"I love it baby, thank you so much. What can it do?"

"It can clean the house, complete all chores, cook, be used as a punch bag, toilet, and a foot rest. It can also take of our feet, licking them clean and massaging them. It can actually do whatever you want, it doesn't speak or think, just complete obedience."

"Let's try it then." Turns to you "Faggot come and lick our feet clean."

"See I trained it well. Now we can enjoy more time together as it takes care of our chores and be of use."

"I love this gift. Can't wait to show it for my friends."

You found a place to rent near your college so you met the owner and thought he was lovely. He was a fresh graduate working in the area. However, you've been getting bullied by him ever since you moved in.

Every day he'll find time to abuse you and beat the crap out of you. Since day one, he tasked you with all the house chores which you definitely didn't have enough time for, and by the end of the day he'll punish you for each chore you failed to complete.

Secretly you enjoyed it. You actually loved it. Everyday he'll have his friends or some chicks to fuck over, and even then you have to serve them and act like a butler. One day as he was beating you up you couldn't handle it anymore, you dropped on your knees and started kissing his feet begging for forgiveness.

You've never explored your foot fetish before and ever since you moved in you've been in love with his manly feet.

"I've had countless faggots serve me in my life and I got to give ut to you, you're the most pathetic one of them all. You like my feet faggot? Wanna kiss them and serve them?"

"Yes master I like your feet."

"You'll get them as a reward every day if you finish your chores. All of them."

"But master I barely have time, please show me some mercy master."

"You have to get your priorities right faggot. Is it to serve and worship me? Or is it your school?"

"You master... but..."

"No buts faggot. You know what to do."

He was right. If you drop out, you will be able to focus on serving him. You'll be able to complete all the house chores and have time at his feet. And you'll always be ready to serve his friends when they come, and to be humiliated in front of them and the chicks he brings home.

You dropped out and you finally started fulfilling your purpose in life. Every day you'll get up to an hour at his feet, licking his soles and sucking on his toes as he ignores you. And since you now have enough time to complete your tasks every day he add a "beat up time" to your chores were he or one of his friends will beat you up every day.

"Listen it's been a long day for your big brother, so don't make me beat the shit out of you. You wanna be a pervert and jack off to my socks? Then here you have my barefeet, they're dirty and smelly as I've been working all day so you can go to college. The least you can do is lick and massage them for me. Come on 'baby bro' don't make me mad."

His feet were bigger than your face. You never imagined he'll find out but you've always been obsessed with his huge feet. You submited to your desires and to him as you worshiped his feet.

They were big, smellly, warm, sweaty, and dirty. You finished worshipping his feet and started rubbing them for him.

"Oh that's great. That's how you should treat me every day, I expect nothing less. In fact I have no more chores to to in this house. You will do all my housework for me from now on, or else no feet for you. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Yeah that sounds right 'sir', I think I'll get used to that."

"I'm home."

You heard your dad calling from outside your room as you were jerking off while browsing some male foot blogs. You panicked and started hiding the lube, tissues and your dick. He went in just in time to see your screen filled with images of barefoot guys.

"Whats that? What are you doing son?"

"It's nothing dad... I was just..."

"Just what son? I'm your dad, you can tell me anything right?"

"I'm... into feet dad. Men's feet..."

"Anything else?"

"I'm gay dad."

"Nope. That's not what you are. You're a faggot. Don't be shy of admitting it. That's what you are. That's what you are born to be. An 'it' to serve a true God."

"But dad-"

"I'm not your dad anymore. I'm an alpha, a God for your degenerate kind. You are here to serve me, to worship me. There's nothing wrong about it. Natural order. Do you think I used to do house chores when I went to college? Do you think I ever did? I've always had fags and bitches for such shit. I divorced your stupid mother because of how annoying she started to get of me fucking other bitches and keeping all the house chores on her. And look at how naturally you stepped in to do house chores after that. I didn't have to tell you anything. I knew you're a faggot back then. Now it's time for you to fully embrace it. Don't worry God will help you."

You stood there shocked by what he just said. Even though your gay you've necer looked at you dad as anything but your father and now he sees you as an 'it' and called you a faggot.

"I know this can bea bit much to handle for your small faggot brain. Let's take ot step by step. Is dinner ready?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... God?"

"Be proud of it faggot"

"Yes God."

"See. That was easy. Follow me."

You started following him to the kitchen when he stopped walking and turned back to you.

"It will follow God on its hands and knees. Always."

You weren't really understanding what he wants. Why is your dad talking to you like that? What is his goal? But before you know it all you sensed was a slap across your face rendering you senseless. You dropped to your knees and ached in pain.

"It should be quite at all time unless ordered otherwise. It will now follow God on it's hand and knees unless it wants a proper beat up."

You complied as you didn't want to be hit anymore. Until today you never really appreciated how jacked up your father was.

When you both arrived to the kitchen he got two plates. He poured a large portion of the food into one and what was left over in the other. He placed the big portion on the table and the other one under it.

"It will remove God's shoes and socks and then place god's feet in it's dish and eat from it. Now."

You were still in denial of what was going on. How did your life suddenly turn into this? Why is your father doing all that? Within seconds he kicked your face.

"This will be the last time God gives it another chance. Any form of disobedience will now be taken care of properly. The last thing a God wants after a long day at work is a disobedient faggot."

You followed through his orders. You took his shoes and socks off and a sweaty manly smell filled the air making your eyes watery. He pressed his feet in your plat making sure to crush all the food inder his huge manly feet then rested them at the middle of the plate.

"It will now eat all the portion on the plate."

The smell was so strong you knew the taste wouldn't be any better. You started eating like a dog from the plate licking his feet in the process.

You could hear him finishing up so you started to go faster. You knew that you shouldn't make him wait snd you weren't looking forward to getting punished by him. You both finished at the sae time and you made sure to leave his feet clean and spotless.

"It did a good job. Know it will prepare God's bath."

You prepared for his bath and having to stay on your hands and knees made it really challenging but he told you to stand up only to reach things up high.

"Let God see. It did a good job. Now It will go clean God's work boots and God's house flip-flops. They will be clean by the time God finishes bathing. It will do it using only it's tongue"

You crawled to the kitchen and started licking his boots clean making sure to cover every spot by your tongue. By this point you started understanding how things will work out from now on. You started accepting it.

You heard him step out of the shower and you knew you should rush to his flip-flops now so he won't be mad. You crawled to bedroom and started cleaning them and enjoying their taste. Yo held them with your mouth and placed them right outside the bathroom just in time for him to get out.

"I see it did a good job."

He wore the flip-flops and walked to the living room where he rested and flaunted his huge feet on the coffee table.

"It will now message God's feet."

You did as he asked and gave him a good massage. He must've been so tired you thought to yourself. Long hours of work every day. The least you could do to him is to serve him like this every day. That's what he deserves.

After around an hour he stood up and looked down at you.

"See? That was easy. That's what it was born for. That's what God deserves. New rules will be set and ut will comply. It will follow me to God's bedroom."

You followed his to his bedroom. He uncovered a cage you've never seen before from under his bed.

"God got this for his first faggot. All my bitches and faggots sleep in one place under my rule. This cage is now it's bedroom."

He opened it and signaled for you to go in. You did. The cage was directly after the end of the bed amd you could see his feet when he rested on the bed. It was small and uncomfortable... it was what God wanted for it.

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"Keep your eyes and hands down cucky. You know what's above my ankles isn't yours."

"Come on babe, I'm your husband. You look so sexy now."

"And what can you do about it? That dicklet of yours is locked. Besides 'Bull' was clear on day one, I'm either his or yours and I made my choice... but I did convince to keep my feet to you. Now be thankful, know your worth and make out with my toes... by the way he's taking me on a date tonight. Not sure if he's taking me to his place or we're coming here after that, but you're still sleeping on the couch... and don't call me unless you want him to beat you up like last time."

"I don't have much of choice I guess... can I get some photos at least? His dick is huge and turns you into a slut."

"Well it is three times bigger then your dicklet cucky... now shut up and enjoy my toes, I'll see about that."

You obliged and started sucking his perfect toes. One after the other, you took your time to enjoy every second of it. It's been a couple of months for now, and you only get his feet. Your bull and your husband's lover barley acknowledge your existence and your husband never misses the chance of riding him.

You spent around an hour on his toes and as you moved to his soles he kicked your head.

"That's enough I have to prepare myself for the date. I'll get dressed and head out... I'm taking your bank card by the way."