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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 👣😛

Can someone please tell me who this guy is? He oozes confidence, cockiness and charisma. He knows the power of His soles and how weak betas feel before them! So hot!

My second attempt at a longer story, inspired some extremely hot images! I start with a paragraph and the narrative evolves around it as I get carried away! It’s hard not to when presented with such amazing, masterful soles being teased in front of us helpless admirers!!

Again, please let me know if this hit the right spots for you as well as any general feedback on the erotic writing. Enjoy!

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His foot lotion had long had some sort of bewitching effect on you. He saw the way you started lusting whenever you caught a glimpse oh his beautiful, high arches, perfect, wrinkly soles and domineering, plump toes. He thought He would try His regular experiment. He knew you were lying down, pretending to be doing something else as He casually grabbed His moisturising ointment. He saw your gaze move over as He sensually started rubbing the mixture into His right paw. He knew you liked a sole shiny and glistening. Right foot coated, He would present it out to you, like bait.

“Floor!” He would casually instruct.

And you would get down, underneath Him, looking up at the foot which was about to engulf you.

He stood above, reminding you who was Boss here.

He would gradually lower His sexy, shiny sole down onto your face. He saw the immediate hard-on in your slacks and How you were helpless to say no.

As soon as the ointment got closer to your nose, you inhaled deeply. His musk from a long day of training, coupled with the way the liquid accentuated each curve of your Boss’s feet, intoxicating you.

“Beg!” came the next order.

“Please Boss, let me worship your perfect, glistening feet.”

And with that, you were drowning in His sole. He held it there as you buried you face into each of its crevices. You awaited further orders.

“Lick slave.”

Your tongue slid out, exploring the meaty flesh, tracing the subtle wrinkles, finding its way in between each pleasure-inducing toe.

“Suck.”

One by one, you encompassed His bulging, masculine toes. He started with His big toe and you blew it like a cock. He started moaning with delight as He inserted further toes into your mouth, filling you with Him, His feet, His scent, marking His property.

He allowed you to make love to His right foot like this for what seemed like 20-25 minutes at least. All the while, your beta cock pulsated and you felt the precum oozing out at regular intervals. You loved every ecstatic second of being at His foot’s service. It felt right.

Once He eventually withdrew His right foot, He sat back down on His bed and started coyly rubbing His left one. You stayed on the floor, looking up, aching to serve your Boss’s other foot as well.

He looked down at you but did not change His stern expression.

“What are we going to do next with you today, my weak foot slave? What are we going to do with you now?”

Before you knew where you were, Boss had lowered His right foot back down to its original, resting place, covering the majority of your beta face, while His left came down hovering over your crotch.

“Something tells me My left foot is about to receive a different kind of lotioning cream today!”

And with that He commanded you to pull down your slacks. He placed His left foot over the raging bone sticking out in your underwear. His right remained engulfing your face and lips.

“Kiss my perfect sole again!” He ordered again as His left foot began pressing firmly down on your bulge. You let out helpless moans of ecstasy. You were owned by these Alpha feet and they controlled your waves of pure arousal. You wanted nothing more than to serve Boss’s almighty feet forever.

You carried on worshipping His perfect right paw as His left teased the aching rod inside your underwear, the material getting wetter and wetter with your beta drips by the minute.

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“It’s time foot slave,” He said after what seemed like a very long time had passed with your mouth adoring His feet and His feet, in return, enslaving your cock.

You pulled down your underwear and He swivelled round so that both of His masterful feet were now descending around your rock-hard bone. It fit perfectly in between His virile arches. You were drowning in ecstasy with the contact. Your cock felt right in between the superior man’s powerful paws. As He began to rub your dick, up and down, slowly, then quickly, slowly, then quickly, you started wincing at the pure pleasure coursing through your entire nervous system.

“Oh yes, someone was a very hungry foot slave today, indeed. I somehow think my Boss feet are going to have a particularly large protein bath today. Isn’t that right, foot slave?”

“Yes Boss,” you replied, “Your feet do things to me, no other person or thing can ever get close to.”

“Very well foot slave. In that case, it’s time to start counting down. Remember the drill. If you come before zero, or hang on seconds too long afterwards, you’re cleaning my toilet tonight with your tongue and spit-shining ALL of my filthy boots. Understood?”

“Yes Boss, perfectly Boss,” you replied compliantly but also in panic at the idea of letting down the Boss who treated you so well and brought you so much joy.

With that He told you to thrust and started counting down.

“10...”

You started frantically fucking your Boss’s perfect soles. The friction was very intense. You realised you had to calm down and it take it more slowly. His soles were already covered in so much precum that the lubricated, stiff hole was driving you and your penis wild.

“9....8....”

You were trying desperately to time your orgasm with His commands but you knew you couldn’t hold on for much longer. Boss was pressing His feet together, sending electric waves through your rod into your entire body.

“7...6...”

You looked up for reassurance and your Boss was sort of smirking. He knew what He was doing and He knew He could utter a few words and it would be game over for you. His conditioning had been that effective.

“5...Halfway there foot boy, keep going...”

Your cock ached with agonising ecstasy, your eyes were closed and your expression showed you were getting extremely close. Precum was still pouring out all over His meaty, wrinkles. Your cock glided so effortlessly in its friction against the manly flesh controlling it.

“4...”

You didn’t think you could hold it. Boss would be so disappointed. Please, dear god, hold on.

“3...”

It was about to be a volcanic eruption, you had got this far. Not long now!

“2...my good foot boy, you make Boss so happy when you obey.”

Those words, that trigger, the knowledge that you had pleased your Boss today, it was too much to handle!

“1...I’m so proud of you foot boy.”

Before he could continue, the word proud had a piercing effect in the air. It was too late. His feet, His musk all over you, His words of total control and reassurance. He knew what He was fucking doing! It was too late.

Ropes of cum jetted out of your aching rod. His soles became completely coated with your seed. So close. Fuck! It felt so good to have come in between your Boss’s powerful soles again, so masterfully engulfing your entire manlihood. You let out several moans of utter bliss. Your cock felt amazing but your brain also started panicking...“You were so close!”

Alas, you had come before zero...again!

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“I want every single speck of mud gone, immediately. One day, just maybe, one day you will learn to become the disciplined foot slave worthy of these almighty Boss feet. You’re getting so close. But not today. Lick my boots foot boy. Not another sound from you until they’re glistening in their cleanliness.”

And with that, the next hour was spent with your tongue meticulously tracing each inch of Boss’s boots. You felt humiliated and disappointed in yourself, yet also excited and relieved after your permission for ecstatic release. You would humbly accept your punishment today and keep striving to be the best foot slave your Boss could possibly dream of.

The battle today was part of the long-term war with your inner self-control. You knew Boss only had your best interest at heart. You loved your Boss and His perfect feet and you couldn’t wait for the next chance to demonstrate to Him that you could do as He told you. His feet were your destiny to mark the better soldier He knew He had to awaken within you. They completed you.

He has some of the best arches ever.

He can’t even bear to look at what a perfectly entranced beta you have surrendered to become the moment you said YES to His perfect, Alpha, male soles. You can do nothing but look up at His godly physique and pray for more. 👣 💪🏼 👀 🛐 🍆 💦 🔥

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.

Ever since you enlisted for the new local adult football team, you felt more inspired than ever to be the best version of yourself possible. Honestly, it had never been a sport that you excelled in before. But from the moment you laid eyes on the poster at the supermarket, scanned the QR code, and signed up for and attended the introductory meeting, you felt like a total pro out on that pitch. The whole team did. You were making quite a name for yourselves and the waiting list for other players from the region who wanted to join was apparently massive.

After each training session, you and your teammates all lined up, one-by-one, to have your personal feedback time with Coach. These would be pretty quick for training. And after each competition, they would extend up to eight to ten minutes each.

You all waited in the corridor without talking. Somehow you all just knew from your induction onwards that this was a sacred moment, not to be disrespected.

Every one of your eyes displayed the utmost amount of eagerness. Some of you fidgeted. All of you adjusted your shorts, unaware that each other was doing the same.

Once your turn arrived, you got into the His office, and the rest of your mind went pleasantly blank. All you knew was that you went in, time passed, and then you came out again feeling motivated, revitalised, and overwhelmingly impatient to come back again the next day. After feedback you went to the showers, and you and the others could do nothing but smile at each other, give friendly hugs, and pat each other on the back as you made your way there. The physical contact represented an undeniable camaraderie. It felt so good to know that you all felt ecstatic to be there together.

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None of you realised you were rock hard while doing this. None of you saw the posters in the changing room of the same Coach’s feet you all just worshipped, licked, cleaned, rubbed, and prayed at a few moments ago. None of you knew the group ritual that was then happening as you formed a circle, around the largest image of His godly soles, on the floor of the communal shower area, and jerked off together, in unison, chanting a celebratory phrase, idolising Coach’s soles, pledging allegiance to Him and to them, and vowing to keep trying your ultimate best, to be worthy of staying on the team, excelling in all matches, and earning the privilege of further foot adoration. You all felt the most aroused you had ever done in your lives, as you were so close to true greatness. This circle completed you, the game made you feel alive, and Coach was responsible, it was only right therefore that Coach’s feet receive an offering of your beta-s*m*n. Together as one you came. For Coach.

💦 💦 💦 👣 💦 💦 💦

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Elsewhere, your girlfriend said she was the most satisfied she had ever been. And your confidence in all life areas was through the roof.

It didn’t occur to you ever to question why everything suddenly slotted into place. Nor did you wonder what made you came out with an unusual taste in your mouth? Ans that aching 🦴? Or that b*lls*ck that was light as a feather?

Whatever it was, it felt like success. And you felt so satisfied, and with that, so grateful. You just wanted more, more, and more!

You have 3 minutes to make my foot spotless! GO, slave ⏳️ !

In the blink of an eye, you’re captivated.

In the beat of a heart, you’re hooked.

Something changed within you, the night that He moved in.

An irreversible loss of self-restraint.

An undeniable urge to do anything He said.

Whenever evening fell, and the working day was done, your adjusted self came alive.

He ate the dinner you prepared. He chose what you both watched as you ate it. He checked His socials as you looked on in desire. He felt the fatigue after the day working in His high and powerful job; your energy, on the other hand, was just starting to pique. His eyes started to close, and yours lit up.

You knew it would soon be time to let loose.

He clicked and pointed at the floor by His feet. You moved into position. He started drifting off. You never knew if He deliberately chose this moment to switch off completely. Whatever it was, He never chose to be alert while what happened next, happened next.

He looked as though He’d dropped into slumber. You knew this was your best moment. His meaty, masculine soles took over. You placed your face directly in front of them. You inhaled His superior scent. You indulged yourself in His presence. You held out your arms and started lightly caressing the underneath of His paws. He did not stir.

You massaged gently and a feeling within you stirred. Pleasure. Pure pleasure. To be at His feet, giving them the attention they deserved. You wasted no time in starting to lick. And yet still, He remained asleep.

Long, lascivious licks, coating both His soles in glistening saliva. You felt alive. The smell, the taste, the warmth. Everything seemed to slot into place.

You lost yourself with your mouth. Thinking stopped. Outside world problems abated. All that mattered in that moment was pleasing the resting Man in front of you. Underneath His feet, you felt at home, at peace, at one. And clearly so did your body. 🍆

Taking great care not to wake Him, your worship continued, unbridled and unashamedly. The link between mouth, mind, and body took over. The only important thing right now was His feet. 👣

Steadily, as time went on, the 🦴 in your pants started aching. The throbbing sensation was all-consuming. The more you worshipped, the better you felt. The better you felt, the more you lost yourself.

This twisted cycle boxed you in. Master all the while seemingly (😉) unaware. You kept going, and going, and going.

Nothing else was necessary. Nothing else made you care. But His feet. His mighty, masculine soles. And doing to them what they deserved, and in turn what He did too.

Minutes passed. How long it had been was not known or even necessary to know. All that remained were His feet, you, and your 🍆.

Oh.

Here it came now. Your mouth remained firmly planted on the underside of His feet, but your hands passed down to your crotch area. Suddenly your jerking became more and more unstoppable. Still frightened to wake up the Male object of your idolatry, you made sure you stayed quiet. But the back and forth motion, coupled with contact with such greatness, led only to sensations otherwise unknown.

Every inch of His feet had been serviced. Every toe had been sucked. Every wrinkle had been licked in between. Every part of His arch had been touched by your tongue.

Satisfied? Hell yeah!

It was time.

👣 ✋🏼 👅 🍆

👣 🚼 🛐 🦴

🤲🏼👅🤲🏼

💦 💦 💦

🌀 🌀 🌀

⛓️