Male Footdom - Tumblr Posts

If you’ve never experienced the thrill of being envious of a coffee table, then this image of a handsome, ignoring, Alpha stud and His perfect, masculine, meaty, wrinkled soles, is a great place to start.

Aren’t they just crying out for an inferior footbeta to be underneath them, cleaning them, caressing them, feeling helplessly trapped by their superiority?

One glance and you find yourself physically yearning to feel the power that He wields over you via His incredible feet, without even trying. It’s transcendental.

You’re suddenly just craving to abandon all your other hopes and dreams. You’d do anything to be able to serve Him and spend your days and nights attending to His soles’ power, constantly trying but never truly succeeding to feel worthy of their and ergo His almighty existence.

It’s all you want now. Just to be able to replace His coffee table.

You’re sick. And you love it.

“Up, and down, up, and down, just keep staring and letting your mind fall deeper and deeper into submission.

Master’s meaty feet are truly mesmerising, aren’t they boy? It’s only natural for you to fall helplessly under their spell. So perfect. No more need to think. No more need to stress. All you need to do is get underneath Master’s manly soles and worship them.

Up, and down, up, and down. Lick, massage, caress, stroke. Someone looks like they’re thoroughly enjoying this…” 🍆 “…that’s it, footboy. Keep going. You’re doing so well.

Up and down. Up and down…good sole-slave, good foot-boy, don’t fight it, just let it happen. Yes, my good sole-licker. Let it all out. Master’s meaty soles do crazy things to you, don’t they, my good foot-sl*t. Keep going. Up and down. Up and down…” 💦

“…such a good foot-beta…don’t stop…this is never-ending from now on. And you look so cute and smiley in your beautiful, happy, mesmerised footsub-space. Round 2?

Up and down, up and down. Here we go again…” 😏 🍆 🌀

Reblog if you want a footjob from those meaty soles.

He casually dangles His irresistible, manly sole over the arm of the sofa and orders you to fetch Him a beer from the fridge, pointing without even looking up at you (no, Master only ever looked down at His favourite footsub).

He understands the power He wields via His virile, superior, Alpha feet. He knows the way He can get you to do anything He pleases.

You feel inferior, you feel weak, and you feel incredibly turned on.

“Yes, Master. Right away, anything for You and Your perfect paws.”

“That’s a good footbeta. You treat Your Master well, just as nature intended it.”

“Yes, Sir. I can’t help it. I’m obsessed with following Your orders and worshipping Your might.”

“I know you are, footslave. Master is very happy with how far you have been coming along. Once you get back, Master is going to bless You with the honour of being under His feet for as long as it takes Him to enjoy His cold beverage and you to carry out your business.

“I’ll leave you with that thought and that prospect as you go to the kitchen. Oh yes, Master can see that the desired effect is already taking full shape…

🍆

“My good footbeta. Go along now. Don’t keep Your Master waiting.”

“Yes, Boss, absolutely. One beer coming right up.”

You sigh with delight as you quickly make your way to the fridge. Your pole is in full salute. You feel so happy and so fulfilled. All that mattered was pleasing Your FootGod. It’s just how it was meant to be. You pop open the bottlecap, grab some salted pretzels from the cupboard, put them in a small bowl and rush back to the living room. What a good Alpha footservant you truly were. You feel so proud to be able to make Your Master happy.

“Good footslave. As promised, now you get everything you ever needed and desired as well.”

With that, Master clicks and points down. You waste no time in burying your face right where it belongs. Not an atom separates you and Your object of pure, blissful idolatry.

“Thank you, Master, thank you so much,” you utter as you let out further groans of ecstasy, “what You and Your amazing soles do to me. It’s total unadulterated pleasure. Thank You, Boss.”

“I know my good footslave, I know.” Master replies, patting you on the head and giving you a sexy and cocky grin.

“Now lose yourself. Go on. Cover My soles in your beta spit, make them glisten. Don’t forget to suck each and every Masterful toe, too. And the in between bits. Oh yeah, that’s your tongue’s absolute favourite resting place. Isn’t it, my best footboy? Your Alpha Master is just sooo good to you. You lucky, lucky foot freak. You have My permission to do whatever You need to do. Now go!”

👣 👅 🤚 🍆 💦 🤩

Daddy made you stop scrolling, didn’t He? 😏

Daddy’s soles immediately caused an uncontrollable twitching downstairs, didn’t they? 👣 🍆

Daddy knows everything you secretly need and crave, boy. Doesn’t He? 🛐

Don’t try to fight it. Daddy’s here to fulfil all your debauched, dirty, footbeta desires. He’s got you and there’s no turning back. 🔥 🔥

Don’t keep Daddy waiting now. He’s indicating exactly where your footslave face needs to be. ⬇️

Down on your knees. There’s a good footsub. Now beg. Beg to be allowed to worship, caress and then coat Daddy’s magnificent soles in your beta drool. Do it, footboy. Do it now. Lose yourself, surrender, and feel Daddy’s perfect sole power. 🌀 🌀

Good footboy. 💦 💦

You made Daddy very happy and proud. 🥰

Owned by Daddy’s perfect feet. Exactly where you have always longed to be. Ecstasy.🦶 ⛓️

Daddy is waiting!

He doesn’t even bother to look at you as you kneel at the other end of the sofa, with your face metres away from His perfect soles. All you can do is wait, drool, and dream about all the ways you want to show His feet pure, unadulterated worship and adoration.

Master will eventually give the sign then you, His devoted footsub, will be allowed to have your way with His meaty toes, His inviting sole wrinkles, and eventually His brilliant arches. He knows the power He has over you and how you will do absolutely anything He says just to be granted mere seconds at His feet.

The more He ignores you and makes you beg, the more you get turned on. He gives the orders. You follow them. Life’s pretty simple within this asymmetrical relationship. And you love it!

“Hey, little guy. Look, it’s time for us to have a talk…

Coach caught you off-guard as you finished up on the weightlifting bench. He had been eyeing you oddly ever since you had set foot in the gym that day. Three weeks since you and your friend had started coming, after the recommendation of his massage therapist. You didn’t know this guy but you had seen him around and he had a perfect, muscly, stacked body from head to toe. So it felt completely natural to follow his footsteps and see what happened.

You expected the coach to say something about your reps. Maybe you hadn’t been pushing yourself as much as he thought you should? So you listened to him speak. He started:

“Ever since you and your friend started coming to My gym, I’ve noticed that you just can’t stop staring at My feet…

Oh shit. That’s not what you expected him to say at all. It’s true that you found him irresistibly sexy, and that something about his energy had made you unable to look away from his 🐾. Being a big, male, foot-fetishist was your biggest secret, after all. But you thought you did a good job of hiding it in general. Had you just been unmasked for the first time ever?!?

He continued:

“At first I figured you were just a bit shy and all considering you kept looking down at the ground. Maybe My big muscles and Alpha attitude made you feel, like, inferior. That wouldn’t be so unusual. Plenty of guys find it hard to look Me in the eyes when they first meet Me. But you, nah, you’re not that way inclined, are you?

You found yourself yearning to reply no, but what came out was actually: “No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

He ignored your apology as if it was normal to him. He continued:

“You come, you both follow my training schedule, you’re both losing weight fast and developing good tone, but something strange keeps happening…

“So what is it? Have you got some big, gay crush on MY FEET? C’mon, say something. This is all just getting a bit too hard to ignore. I mean, My feet are perfect, right? Every part of Me is just so masculine. It makes sense.

Suddenly, He pulled out an action figure from His shorts pocket. And He went to sit down on the weightlifting bench that you had just been on, in front of you both. He lifted His feet from the ground, and put this little figure in between His soles! You couldn’t believe what was happening. Had He planned this to the last detail?

He continued saying:

“Look at this little action figure, struggling between My meaty soles. Do you wish that was you, or something?

“I knew I had to grab your attention in some way. Well here it is. Do you crave to be crushed under My virile power? Are you going to beg to be My footslave? You may as well just come out and say it. Somehow I think you’re destined to be My new beta-footlicker. What do you think?

With the surprise of the situation, His undeniable candour, and His own way of speaking so affirmatively, your d**k started reacting in a very unexpected way…

He looked at the effect He, His feet, and His proposal was having on you, and He wasted no time in declaring:

“I can see the effect the idea is having on you. Wow that’s crazy. It’s making you so hard, so aroused. Well there’s no point in denying it further. Get on your knees and beg to My new foot-freak. Go on. We could make this interesting for the both of us. Haha look your friend can see you drooling. How pathetic you must truly feel.

“Let’s go..

With that your new Alpha Coach Foot-Master clicked His fingers and pointed. You moved fast, you lay down on the floor, you stuck your tongue out and you coated His magnificent soles in your beta saliva. Big, long, strong licks, covering every inch of the skin on the underside of His feet. As you did so, you felt incredibly alive. You forgot the unexpectedness and weirdness of Him doing this in the gym, in front of your friend and everyone else around. You could only focus on the fact that you felt like you were in total bliss. Master’s feet engulfed your face. They were controlling you. They made you feel so good. Why had you fought this for so damn long? You were a little male foot-fetishist, you always had been, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. The nights you spent jerking off over foot porn, over and over again, followed by shutting down the laptop and carrying on as if nothing had happened. It was damn time you finally got what you knew you truly craved, desired, and needed!

Thinking about your friend watching and discovering your dirty, little secret should have petrified you. But in fact it sent even more waves of joy and pleasure coursing through your veins, your whole body, and your overridden mind.

Before you knew what you were doing, you’d frantically pulled down your shorts, revealing your 🦴 which was in full, uncontrollable salute. Your new Master manoeuvred Himself slightly, leaving one of His mighty soles covering your pathetic beta face. While the other stomped down on your 🍆 area. He was now in contact with your hard, aroused pole. And it felt electric! ⚡️ It didn’t take much for Him to give you a few gentle rubs, and you could hold on no more. You convulsed, you shivered in ecstasy, and you 💦 right there, on the gym floor, in plain sight of your friend and the other guys on the machines. You were from now on a truly outed foot-sub, galore. Master saw through all your pretence and just gave you the sensation of a lifetime…And it felt so right! You moaned as you 💦 some more. You sighed. You breathed fast. And then you felt totally complete.

Master handed you a towel and told you to get cleaned up. Then He said that He wished to have a private chat with you in His office. He was suddenly a lot more matter-of-fact, whereas before He had been a little bit coy when He seduced you with His action-man foot scenario.

You washed away your beta-semen, pulled up your shorts and shifted to get up to follow Him.

As you did, you wondered if the last 15 minutes had been a weird, lovely dream. They hadn’t.

He extended His hand to help you stand. It was as if He was sending a message to everyone around Him who may well be in complete shock at what they had just seen taking place. Your Alpha-Coach-Master was clearly signalling that nobody was to react or find what had just happened at all strange. He was so domineering. So powerful. Nobody seemed to question anything, all because He was who He was. He ran this gym. His clients were all under His powerful influence, clearly.

You could do nothing but bathe in His Alpha glory as He led you into the back. You felt safe and you felt protected. Like He was putting a magic bubble around you, making sure His new little footslave was at ease and ready to embrace his future. You honestly felt like you were floating on air. You were nervous as to what He was going to suggest next. You trembled with suspense and delight. You knew your life had changed irreversibly and forever. You gave a huge grin, and you felt a kind of peace and serenity that you had never experienced even one time before. You knew this was the way it was supposed to be. And you were getting hard again to boot.

What a lucky little footbeta you truly were!