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Your Dad waiting on his foot rub. Looks pissed, better hurry

You are summoned to the office and your boss is waiting for you like this. No words needed except a quick click of the fingers and pointing. You know exactly what to do and the growing bulge in your trousers prevents you from any resistance. You assume the position, your tongue goes out and you savour every wrinkly, sweaty lick. Order is restored as you give into everything your very essence desires. You lose yourself in your worship, you make sure every inch is covered in your saliva. You embrace your inferiority and you wait for permission to touch that aching, raging, erect penis of yours. You know nothing but yearning for this to be every day of your life. Eventually you have earnt the right to explode. Boss will be very pleased with your productivity as you naturally become His addicted slave. C’est comme ça et ça y est.

Daddy barefoot office🤤

Seriously want to help this Daddy feel relaxed by nestling my face into that arousing sole arch and licking, worshipping and caressing from underneath while He dozes and groans in pleasure. Sexy, hairy, older, moustached Silver Fox Alpha perfect to make you feel enraptured and submissive.

Wouldn’t be long before I moved my worship up to His enticing crotch to sniff, take in His scent and attend to His growing bulge either!

A sophisticated, older foot Daddy loves nothing more than to sip his cocktail while His devoted sub crawls up and gets into position beneath those soft, dominant, meaty soles.

It won’t be long before they’re covered in saliva, caressed, licked and adored and eventually your semen will will be allowed to erupt and cover them as you accept their total control over you and your pleasure.

Feet coated in your sub juice, he will give a faint smile and say what a good boy you’ve been and then He will continue to ignore you as you beg to give into His feet and their power for round 2.

Stern, no-nonse, manly Daddy ✅

Someone to remind your submissive self who you truly yearn and desire to be in the natural order of life ✅

Giant, beefy, enslaving soles, demanding to be covered in the glistening saliva of a sub who has caressed, rubbed, massaged, sucked and licked them for hours ✅

Soles big enough to engulf your whole face as you press in against them, inhale their powerful scent and succumb to their total control over you and your rock-hard, aching sub dick ✅

Wide, curvy, manly arches, just the right size to form the perfect area for the sub to get his aching cock fucking, backwards and forwards, inwards and outwards, as they squeeze the aching rod and cause its juice to squirt out all over the feet which enslaved it ✅

Jackpot 🎰

So big and soft 👣😛

The Silver Foxes with beautiful feet are out in their droves today. What a handsome Daddy this particular foot Master is too! I want those powerful paws 🐾 in my face right now!!

OMG 🤩

I would caress, massage and worship this Daddy’s tired, meaty, sexy feet all night long after his hard day at the office! 🥵 🐾 👅

After a long day, sometimes you just gotta take your shoes off and feel the grass between your toes...

He understands the power His Daddy feet and soles have over you. He loves presenting His meaty, wrinkly paws before you, His face virtually without expression as He watches you quiver. You gaze at them and yearn. He wants you to feel weak as you kneel down and place your beta head in between His glorious, masculine arches. He wants you to beg Him to let you worship every inch perfect inch.

Pretty soon, He will say, “Lick,” and your tongue will slowly glide in between every wrinkle. Then, he will say, “Suck” and your mouth will start working its way between each toe, up and down, one by one. While you give His right foot all the attention it deserves, His left will make its way to your crotch and vice versa. He loves caressing your aching beta cock, as you worship, adore and whimper in delight. The exchange of power solidified, He will masterfully bring you closer and closer to the edge. You will lose yourself in full submission as the relationship is fixed in time. His might, His feet, their natural dominance and your helpless surrender to them.

Eventually satisfied with your efforts, He will command, “Unzip”. Your erect penis will throb as His virile, meaty soles wrap themselves around it. You will thrust as His paws effortlessly engulf your cock. Up and down, lubricated with your dedicated saliva, you agonisingly wait for permission to release. Without words, He will simply observe your waves of pleasure being governed completely by His irresistible feet. You will try to hold on for as long as you can, but your dick won’t be able to fight the ecstasy coursing through your whole body.

He will say, “Cum for My feet, slave,” and without hesitation you will unload all of your beta semen, covering the soles you caressed, worshipped and adored. Coating them in your sub juice, you will moan with unbridled pleasure. Still without expression, He will wait and then say, “Clean up”. You won’t even question the order, you will lap up every last drop like a grateful, dedicated puppy, knowing that He has unlocked your darkest desires irreversibly. Nothing ever made you feel so happy, so right and yet also, so degraded.

When His feet are clean and glistening from all of your saliva, you will look up at Him and He will finally smile. He and you will both know that your beta cock finally belongs to His Alpha feet. You’re His and it’s theirs from now on. Just how it was supposed to be.

-👣😍

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.

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.

“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.

“That’s it, footboy. Keeping staring at Daddy’s soles and looking up at Daddy’s mesmerising eyes. Feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into Daddy’s irresistible control.

“As Daddy’s toes wiggle, up and down, side to side, let your gaze look where it wants to look, without even trying to think about it.

“Daddy’s soles are the best. Daddy’s eyes make you feel good. No need to worry any more. Daddy’s got you, footboy. Just relax, breathe and come take your place underneath Daddy’s perfect soles. There, doesn’t that feel better, my good footslave?”

“Yes, Daddy, it feels amazing and so magical. Just seeing Your soles, listening to Your voice, staring into Your eyes, and feeling completely helpless to do anything but obey.”

“Good footboy. That’s exactly what Daddy wants to hear and see. That’s it. Get underneath Daddy’s paws. Inhale and exhale through them. You know this is what you were born to do.

“Oh and I can tell another part of you is equally as excited about everything that’s going on between us. Doesn’t it just feel soooo goooood to give in and let Daddy’s feet take their rightful place, above you, footboy?”

“Sooo goood, Daddy. You and Your feet are the best thing, ever.”

“Absolutely, my best footboy. Just keep submitting, and keep letting all parts of your body embrace their full surrender. Do as I say, and everything will be fine from now on. No more worries, just Daddy, Daddy’s feet and Daddy’s coaxing eyes. All You want to do is listen, obey and feel the ecstasy that comes with that. Don’t you, my good footsub? Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank You so much for offering me such an overwhelmingly sweet experience. I feel so much better, just to give in and let You and Your feet take over. I don’t know what to say.”

“Then stop talking. There’s nothing left to say. Just breathe, lick, caress, adore and feel the effect of Daddy’s perfect power. Good boy. No more talking now. No more thinking now. Listen, worship, and do as I say. Good boy. That’s it my best footboy. Whoa! Steady! We don’t want a beta-load explosion just quite yet, do we? Haha. Slowww down, relax, and just do what Daddy wants and tells you. You’re His now. You belong to His perfect feet. And you loooove it. Don’t you, my best footsub?

“Oh yes, I just know you do. No more worrying. No more overanalysing. Just Daddy, Daddy’s perfect eyes, Daddy’s perfect words, and Daddy’s perfect paws. What more could a helpless footbeta ask for? Haha. Oh yes, my best footboy. You just know exactly what to do in this amazingly sweet surrender. Keep going. Relax. You’re doing so well.”

These glistening, mature, meaty, virile, wide, and wrinkly soles that are crying out to be worshipped, together with their perfectly protruding, plump, and powerful toes are the absolute epitome of my true Daddy feet Master fantasy.

Heaven! 😍

-👣

Feeling lost? Feeling lonely? Feeling like nobody will ever understand?

Daddy Renato is here to help.

Just look at His perfect, manly, meaty soles; and surrender.

It’s really that simple.

Embrace your future serving at His feet. Forget about all the worries that your past life led to. None of that matters now, except the present truth. He’s got you at His soles. Only He knows who you really are. His soles do unto you something only He and you understand.

So…

Just give up control, give in to your overwhelming desires. Daddy Renato is here for you boy.

All He commands, now, is that you start counting backwards from 5. Go!

5…Daddy Renato’s soles are all you ever wanted.

4…Daddy Renato’s soles will make all your pain wash away.

3…Daddy Renato will become your God and you will do anything to please Him, His soles, His toes, only Him, only Daddy Renato. From now on.

2…Daddy Renato…feet…soles…worship…all you can do…all you can think of. In fact, thinking is getting so hard to do now. So hard. All other thoughts ever so blurry and ever so pointless. There’s no more need to think. No more need to question. You know this just feels so damn right, and so f***ing good…

1…Da..ddy….soooo….lessss….power…pleasure…surrender…do it…no more thinking…yessss…that’s it….everything you ever wanted….

0.

Yes, footboy. You’re such a good footboy for Daddy Renato’s soles, aren’t you? Feeling so good, so relaxed, so unable to stop. Keep going. Keep going down. Down. Down again. Further down. Underneath Daddy Renato. Underneath Daddy Renato’s huge, powerful, irresistible soles. Beneath Him is where you belong. Beneath them is the only place you ever needed to be. You deserve the pleasure only His soles can give you. You deserve to be at Daddy Renato’s feet. You deserve to be fulfilled. You deserve to be His. There’s nothing more to say. There’s nothing more to do.

So helpless, so submissive, so irreversibly turned on.

Gooooood boooyyyyyy.

Daddy Feet

Daddy is so disappointed in what a grovelling, foot-obsessed, sole-worshipping beta you’ve turned out to be.

All you’re worthy of now is lying on the floor while He is on the toilet, and showing Him how turned on you get by your own pathetic inferiority.

Underneath Him, tongue out, waiting impatiently to be granted the privilege of cleaning the filth off His paws.

Most of all, Daddy simply can’t believe what a drooling foot-slave His manly, meaty, mighty soles turn you into.

All He can do is keep you hidden, feed your debauched desires, and make sure you know your place in the hierarchy of the real world, stopping you from having to go out into it and revealing to other Real Men who you really are.

You truly disgust Him. Yet He vows to protect you. Being at His feet is all you ever really truly desired, anyway.

Now lick, cry, say your sorry, and attend to that raging 🦴 in your beta underwear.

Dirty footboy! But you love it… 💦

F..k yeaaah😍

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

Bill, a middle-aged lawyer, had been working long hours in the office, leaving his son home alone more often than not. His son, who was often bored with nothing to do, often spent his time looking out the window, watching as more and more cars drove by. One day, when Bill returned home after a long day at the office, he was surprised to find his son sitting on the floor in a corner of the room. His son's head was ducked down and he was quietly sniffing something. Bill cautiously walked towards his son and, to his surprise, found his son sniffing his dress socks. Bill's face contorted in shock and disgust as he asked his son, 'What are you doing? Why are you smelling my socks?' His son looked up, embarrassed and ashamed. His face was flushed and he was silent for a moment before he mumbled, 'I...I was just curious.

It wasn’t until a week later that the father decided it was time to take action. During the next evening, he asked his son to stay up and wait for him after he finished his shift. Once he arrived home, Bill pulled out the most pungent pair of socks from his closet – his “manly” dress socks – and pointed to them.

“Take a good whiff of these,” he said, and the son compiled without hesitation.

Bill watched as his son took in the musky scent, and suddenly a thought struck him: why not make the experience even more interesting?

He continued, “Now lick them.”

The son, startled, quickly did as he was told. The taste was exactly as he had imagined: salty, sweaty, and pungent. Bill couldn’t help but smile as he watched the shock on his son’s face.

“Do you like it?” he asked, to which the son only nodded in response.

The son looked up at Bill in shock, a mixture of fear and excitement on his face. Bill continued, 'Every day after I come home from work, you will kneel before me and lick my feet. They will be smelly and sweaty from a long day at the office and your job will be to clean them and make them feel refreshed.' The son nodded eagerly, eagerly wanting to please his father. Bill smiled, knowing he had found the perfect way to punish and teach his son a lesson. For weeks, the son would obediently kneel before his father after he arrived home from work. He would take off Bill's shoes and socks and carefully lick and clean his feet. Bill, though slightly uncomfortable at first, soon found himself enjoying the experience. He found himself feeling more relaxed and less stressed when his son was worshiping his feet. The experience soon formed a bond between the father and son. Bill found himself looking forward to coming home at the end of the day, knowing his son would be waiting there to worship his feet. His son, though slightly embarrassed at first, soon found himself enjoying the experience as well, finding solace and comfort in his father's manly soles.

The sun was setting in the distant city, its warm oranges and yellows cascading over the horizon as days work came to a close. In one small, suburban neighborhood, a grandfather was hard at work in his garden, his big manly feet poking out from underneath the dirt and soil mounds, a strange sight for such a small lot.

The grandfather's grandson, Robert, watched from the porch, his light brown eyes unwavering as he fixated on his grandpa's huge, furry feet. Robert had never quite been able to feel comfortable openly expressing his foot fetish, and his grandfather had no knowledge of the strange obsession that had taken ahold of young Robert's mind. But every time he watched his grandpa working in the garden, his eyes were almost certainly glued to those two huge, manly feet.

Robert watched as his grandfather, done with working for the day, plopped down in an old green lawn chair, his size 12s protruding out from underneath the edges and resting against the warm concrete porch. His grandfather quickly drifted off into a nap, snoring loudly and leaving Robert with the opportunity of a lifetime.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Robert nervously made his way into the garden, walking up and stopping beside his grandpa's resting feet. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his palms quickly beginning to sweat with the realization of what he was about to do.

But he was determined. He had come this far, and his grandpa was sound asleep. He couldn't turn back now.

Kneeling down beside his grandpa's feet, Robert couldn't help but take a deep sniff, inhaling the musty, slightly sweaty smell of his grandpa's worn socks. He almost felt as though he were in some sort of trance, unable to think of anything else but his grandpa's bare feet.

Taking a deep breath, Robert finally mustered up the courage to do the unthinkable. He brought his tongue out and slowly licked the dirt and sweat off of his grandfather's feet. Robert could hardly believe he was actually doing it, but he hadn't been able to fight the urge any longer.

Robert was so entranced in his sucking and licking of his grandpa's feet that he completely lost track of time. He almost forgot about his grandpa, until he felt his bare foot slap him hard across the face. Jerking his head up, Robert's eyes widened in surprise when he saw his grandpa staring at him with a mischievous smirk on his face.

'Atta boy, I guess you like my big feet grandson,' his grandpa said, a tone of amusement in his voice. Robert, feeling completely embarrassed and exposed, tried to make a run for it. But his grandpa was too quick.

'Come back here, I'm not done with you,' he said in a stern voice, as Robert reluctantly turned around and slowly made his way back to his grandfather. He watched as his grandpa rose from his seat, his enormous feet standing proudly before him.

For a split second, Robert could see the look of triumph in his grandpa's face, and he immediately knew what was coming next. His grandpa was about to humiliate him.

'You think you can disrespect my feet like that? You think I'm just gonna sit there and let you take advantage of me?' his grandpa shouted, his voice echoing in the sun-bathed suburban neighborhood.

Robert could only watch in silence as his grandpa ranted and raved about the humiliation he had caused. Robert knew it was only a matter of time before his grandpa would make his final demand.

'You think you know about worshipping feet? Well here's your chance. You want my feet, and you're gonna get them. But not just for your own pleasure. You're gonna become my foot faggot. I want you to worship my feet every day, and you better do it right, or else! You got that?'

Robert could only nod his head in fear. He knew his grandpa meant business.

The next few weeks were tough for Robert. His grandpa made him lick his feet every night, and even made his father join in on the fun, degrading Robert even further with every laugh and snicker.

But days passed, and after a while, Robert started to find solace in this strange, new behavior. He began to enjoy worshipping his grandpa's feet more and more each day. He even started to prefer it over anything else.

Even though it was weird and twisted, Robert had come to accept that this was what made his grandpa happy, and that was all that mattered. He was grateful for the chance to make his grandpa's day, even if it meant submitting to his every foot-related whim.

Though Robert still felt embarrassed and confused about the whole situation, he eventually became happy with his new role as foot faggot. His grandpa praised his obedience and dedication, and he made his grandson act as a foot boy from now on licking, sniffing, and praising his grandpa's feet.