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my wedding outfit
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my wedding outfit
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my wedding outfit
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our wedding outfits
Can we wear black?
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me and my husband
perfect gay wedding
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my wedding outfit
These feet drive me crazy...
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“Hey, you…yes, YOU…”
“Did you stop and stare for a moment when My handsome face and big, Masterful soles popped up in front of your beta eyes?”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? They clearly have some sort of subjugating effect on you.”
“Why are you trying to fight it?”
“You’re My next pathetic, submissive foot-beta b*tch-boy. Aren’t you boy?”
…[“Oh shit. He’s discovered my secret. WTF am I gonna do now? Damn, I’m trapped! By His SOLES. They’re so beautiful and hot though. And what a handsome face. Maybe now’s a good a time as any to finally come clean and admit this is all I have ever craved, my entire, foot-obsessed, crazy, debauched life. Yes, I am going to surrender to this stud. I WANT to become His adoring footslave. I must obey Him.”]
“Good boy. You made the right choice, didn’t you footslave? You’re so damn hard right now. And that huuuuge smile on your face. Whoa, that tent in your pants keeps just getting bigger and bigger. You’re my new, best foot-beta boy, aren’t you? Who’s a clever foot-puppy? Oh yes, it’s YOU!”
All you could do was bark, lick, stroke, caress and stare up at him adoringly. You ached to please your new Alpha Daddy Master. You longed to be his perfect, new footpup.
“You are suuch a good foot-beta for Daddy’s HUGE soles. My good foot-boy. The start of your conditioning is today. You made the right choice. The start of the rest of your sad, foot-addicted, slave life is NOW. Isn’t that right my adoring puppy?”
“Yes Sir. Yes Master. Yes Daddy.” Was about all your submissive, fogged brain could think and muster to say.
“That’s right my Good Boy. Keep going! You’re such a smart foot-puppy! Aren’t you my boy?”
“Ruff…ruff…yesss Master….mmmm.”
Master smiled as he looked down at you. You were one step closer to paradise and He had become your new key to getting there. All He did was unlock the door in your pathetic, submissive slave-mind.
Yes, you must Keep Going. Keeping on keeping on. That was all that mattered now. He was all that mattered. Period. You felt so at home, so goddamn happy and so very fulfilled at HIS feet. You tried to speak but all you did was kept on groaning in pure delight.
“That’s it my perfect foot-puppy. Keep going. Keep worshipping. Keep stroking. You’re MINE foot-beta. These soles own you. Say it back.”
“YOUR perfect Alpha Daddy soles own me, Foot-Master. I live to serve Them. They’re all I ever wanted. Thank you Master. You’re so good to me.”
“That’s right my little, adoring, foot-worshipping puppy. This is going even better than I expected. So fast. So hot. You DESERVE MY PERFECT SOLES. They’re already become everything you ever dreamt of, and more. That’s right my best foot-slave. Keep going. Say it back.”
“I MUST keep going Master. I MUST keep worshipping YOUR PERFECT FEET AND SOLES, Daddy. I MUST KEEP GOING.”
“Good boyyyy. My, perfect, good foot-beta. I am so proud of you!”
His praising words sent shivers down your spine and electricity through your entire body. It’s as if you were magnetically drawn to worshipping His soles! You didn’t understand it. But you no longer had to. Keeping going had become your only clear way forward as you worshipped and stared up. You were alive!
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While He sits there, flexes his gorgeous muscles and admires His handsome face in the mirror, all you can focus on are His huge, perfect, manly, meaty, dominant soles. You crave to be under them, and underneath Him, showing your subservience, avowing your inferiority. Down on your knees and beg to worship His enslaving feet, footsub! Good boy.
So worshippable -I am ready
Mmmm, meaty, beefy. I need to sniff, lick, etc.
They look so soft - I need to feel them in my face.
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