Hey, Youyes, YOU

“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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Back to where it all began on Tumblr, 5 years ago with a random gif I made from a George Clooney film clip. (He’s still the silver fox of my dreams!)

I then decided to turn Tumblr into my number one place to pour out all my deepest, darkest gay foot fantasies through your images and my words…

And now I am so overwhelmingly happy that 1000 of you have chosen to follow, like, comment on and value my gay foot-fetish reblogs with taglines, short stories and imagined dialogues.

Thank you very much for being here and for sticking around.

You all help me to stand firm in my convictions that ‘weird’ fetishes should be embraced, celebrated, and shared. Not judged, looked down upon, or ostracised.

Who knows how we got here? But it’s so much fun giving into who we are and living our best lives together.

Here’s to many more fun, shared, sordid foot-worshipping times ahead!

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Soles so shiny, you’d think they’re made of satin. They glisten in their glory. The power they have over you is intense. You’ve never been able to admit it to yourself but you crave to kneel at such magnificent, meaty, mighty feet and worship. Master will tell you what to do and you will obey. His soles will own your beta 🍆 and you will feel at home at His feet. Finally. Perfect, hot 🐾 Wow! 🔥

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.

Daddy and His Alphas with their enrapturing, meaty soles.

At Their feet, you find your ultimate peace. Under Them, under Daddy. Don’t fight the Hierarchy. You’re at the natural place you have always truly craved to be. Not a Daddy. Not an Alpha. Just a foot-obsessed beta slave. Why fight it? Who do you think you’re fooling? Feel it growing inside. Take your rightful position at Their glory. Give up. Give in.

You’re blessed to be in Their presence.

Now get worshipping.

“There’s no resisting Daddy’s hot, big, wide, wrinkled paws now is there, footboy? You’re drowning in their magnificence and you need to submit to them straight away, don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy. They’re mesmerising and I can’t do anything to control my urges. Your soles are truly irresistible, it’s true.”

“Good footboy. That’s just what Daddy thought. Well they’re not gonna just clean themselves are they, slave?”

“No, Daddy. Absolutely not. May I have the honour of being underneath their glory and serving them as they deserve to be?”

“Yes footslut. You have Daddy’s permission to do everything you’re born to do with and to them, okay? Let’s start with licking between every enchanting crevice until they’re sparklingly clean and glistening with your beta sub saliva, shall we? After that we’ll turn our attention onto Daddy’s bulbous, manly toes. Don’t worry, we won’t forget about your penchant for sticking your puppy tongue in between and up and down their gaps so that every inch of my dominant Daddy soles has been fully treated and worshipped correctly. Then we’ll assess your sub feet service level and see if you deserve to coat them in your cute, little sub saliva juice. Sound good footboy?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank You so much. I feel so at peace as soon as I admit my beta urges to you. I am ‘home’ underneath You and Your superior soles. It’s only then when nothing else but pleasing, adoring and venerating Your perfect feet makes sense. Thank You so much for letting me.”

“You’re welcome, footboy. I’m so glad you finally found Me. You’re such a lucky footslut, aren’t you, footslave?”

“Yes Daddy, one million per cent. I’m Yours.”

“Gooood boyyyy. No need to fight it is there. Now get licking.”

“Yes Daddy. Absolutely. Right away, Boss.”

“That’s my good footslut. Oh you’re so hard and excited already I see with that tent in your trousers. No need for you to stay clothed, footboy, is there?”

“No Daddy. I need to release my bone and show You what effect Your soles immediately have on me.”

“And that’s just how it should be, footslave. Permission to get naked for full-on foot beta service granted. You’re such a good, little sole worshipper, footboy. You make Daddy so, so proud.”

Those words sent electric shivers down your beta spine. Your 🦴 twitched profusely and stood up to full arousal. You followed Daddy’s orders immediately. All that mattered was pleasing Him. Giving Him what He deserved. You lay naked and placed your face firmly beneath His glorious wrinkled soles. You breathed Him in, inhaling His true power over you. You felt alive. You felt ready. You put out your tongue and let nature guide you in every single long-lasting, hot and joyful lick. Up, down. Side to side. You wouldn’t miss one inch or let one moment more pass without being filled with your adoration. Your purpose in life was here and it was now. You smiled uncontrollably and Daddy reached down to ruffle your hair.

“Such a goooood foootboyyy. Just completely losing himself in Daddy’s perfection, Daddy’s superiority. Nothing left to do but obey. Is there footslut? You’re mine. You belong to Daddy’s superior soles. You’re such a lucky foootboooyyy. Oh yes.”