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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 🤩

His perfect, wrinkled soles + His unapologetic self-worship of his crazy virile physique = 🍆 🥵💕

I love ❤️ an in shape dude with big, wrinkly soles who knows exactly all about our weakness and how we will drool over His powerful paws and beg for more. Total package!

Cody Lakeview

How to make my 🍆 go from zero to erect in 10 seconds. Such a hot tease from a Daddy with His masterful feet. 💦 💦

Taking my socks off

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!

Biggest fetish since as long as I can remember. My fantasy is to have the owner of a huge, manly, sexy pair like these sit or stand above me, me lying on the floor, watching them descend closer and closer to my face. Me, helpless to pretend I would even try to resist as they cover my entire submissive face. I want to breathe through their owner’s stench, beg to be allowed to lavish them up and down with my tongue and then in and around every giant toe, all the while, the new Foot God telling me...

“What a good, little foot-boy you are. It’s okay. Don’t be ashamed. I knew who you were as soon as I saw how you reacted, the first time I deliberately let you have a glance at My powerful, regal soles.

This will become your secret, happy place. You will crave these Alpha feet day and night. They will own your body and be your only, true source of happiness. See, I knew that would make you smile, and talk to that voice that’s been inside you since you can remember. It’s perfectly natural. My soles are perfect. Just give yourself to them.”

I will quickly learn how rock-hard my beta cock gets as soon as I see, touch, lick, suck and worship His feet, as He masterfully manoeuvres so that one is rubbing my aching bone up and down, while the other stays firmly and robustly covering my face lips and mouth. Together these Alpha male feet, with their bulbous, domineering toes, will own me. My brain, my body, my ecstasy. They will cement my deepest desires and it will become my rightful place to serve them from beneath.

The Foot God will let me completely surrender to His paws as I learn how He controls each of My orgasmic waves.

When He determines I have earnt it, He will command:

“Come, slave! Come for your Master’s almighty feet and soles. Feel their power. Feel your helplessness to resist.”

With that, ropes of my beta seed will cover the sole, so agilely caressing, rubbing and controlling my cock, the other engulfing my entire face, pressing down, making me feel its force. With my moans of pure, inferior bliss and delight, He will continue:

“Good slave. Good foot boy. Doesn’t it feel amazing to be under My total control. Master’s feet give you the most unimaginable pleasure possible. You will live to serve Me and My dominant feet. No foot Master can possibly make you feel like I do. Say it back footslave!”

“It feels amazing to be under Your total control...”

“Under Your total control, what?”

“Under Your total control, Sir.”

“Better, footslave. Continue.”

“Master’s feet give me the most unimaginable pleasure possible, Sir. I will live to serve You and Your dominant feet, forever, Sir. No foot Master can possibly make me feel like you do, my foot Master, Sir.”

“Very well, footslave. Now lick up the mess you’ve made. We have a big future ahead and lots more conditioning to continue with today.”

With each droplet of your beta seed sucked back off His godly soles, you will fall deeper and deeper in love with His feet, the feet which now own you. The feet you exist to serve, worship and adore. The foot Master you now live for.

Daddy requires all his new boys to attend to his aching, sweaty, wrinkly soles and lean, golden-tanned, naturally dominant toes while he reclines and gives you orders. He regularly tells you what a good, submissive, beta foot-slave you are becoming. Every time he praises you, your erect, aching, ecstatic 🍆 will throb in delight. Maybe soon he’ll allow you to jack off in between them. That privilege is reserved for his very those most long-serving, loyal foot puppets!

Maybe one day! A weak, adoring male-foot obsessive can dream!

What’s better than one pair of very lickable, highly dominant, superior and meaty alpha male soles?

2 pairs!

Get worshipping betas!

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1. Insert face here and feel your inferiority take over.

2. Tongue and nose - lick, inhale and succumb.

3. Now your flagpole is in full salute it goes here, rubbing, up and down, in and out, until you unload your seed in ecstasy.

Footslave transformation, complete.

Next!

Perfection!! 😍

Daddy can do whatever he f*ck*ng likes to this worshipping foot puppy! Mighty, meaty, masculine. Ownership!

Daddy’s got some nice, big feet ;)

He looks on in disdain as his perfect, meaty, Alpha paws ensnare their next beta footsub victim. You surrender.

“Please ignore me Master while I do what your Alpha masculine paws make me have to, Sir. Please just drink your coffee and keep thinking about your girlfriend.”

Thoughts of a true foot and sole beta enslaved by one, weak glance.

“Most Men admire me for my huge muscles, masculine aura and ability to KO some weaker being in the ring. You...you like to lick the dirt from between my godly toes, press your face against my meaty soles and lick up and down my wrinkled arches. I mean, there are hierarchies and then...there’s you. No, didn’t say stop, did I? Just reminding you of quite how pathetic you really are, foot slave. That’s it, just keep going. No looking up at Me. Embrace what you truly are. You love it, don’t you. Good foot pup. You’re home now.” 🍆 🍆 🍆 💦 💦 💦 “Clean. That. Up. Immediately. Good boy.”

Pro wrestler Mike Bennett

Daddy’s perfect soles control your mesmerised eyes.

Daddy’s perfect feet control your intoxicated beta-brain.

Daddy’s perfect wrinkles leave you craving to trace every inch of them with your inferior, footslave tongue for hours on end.

Daddy’s perfect attitude controls your obsession, yearning and compulsion to beg for more.

Daddy’s perfect. Daddy’s feet are perfect. Worshipping them has become your perfect reason to exist.

Perfect Daddy’s got you; Perfect Daddy controls you; you’re His perfect, pathetic, adoring, little foot-sl*t. And He loves you for it.

…

Since surrendering at and to His perfect feet, everything that was wrong with your prior, unfulfilled life has vanished completely and forever.

You’re irreversibly and irrefutably His now. His perfection controls every atom of your being and every brainwave that passes between your messed-up, clouded, inferior synapses. You became His from the moment He saw you staring at His complete perfection one day.

…

So here you were again. You were at His perfect feet, licking, caressing, rubbing and worshipping them, as you always did, just as it was always meant to be.

He was barely paying you any attention, as always, just letting you get on with it. You just did and always do what comes naturally to you. It seemed that nature had always intended for you to be this inferior excuse for a male. Obsessed with being underneath superiority. Gagging to give yourself to a handsome, superior and perfect Alpha Daddy’s feet.

You didn’t care. You could and did do this all day every day. Worshipping, losing yourself, and waiting patiently.

Eventually, He looked up from His phone, glanced down at you and smiled, reminding you what a GOOD BOY you were for being totally subjugated by His perfect soles, feet and toes.

You smiled back, you thanked Him, you groaned in pleasure and you touched the rock-hard mountain in your shorts.

“Yes, my good footslave, it’s time for you to unload your daily beta-juice all over them. Go ahead. Just remember that every drop spilt has to be fully licked and sucked up afterwards. Go on my good footboy. You deserve it, my devoted foot-sub.”

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And with that He placed his perfect soles together, His manly arches parallel to each other, and left just the right size gap for your ‘man’hood to find its way in.

You unzipped, you inserted, you assumed the perfect position and started penetrating. With an in and out, back and forth motion which nobody ever needed to teach you, you just knew exactly how to do it from the very first time it came to it. You lived for being in between and underneath an Alpha Daddy male’s paws. Your whole life had meaning only when you were being completely controlled by superior soles.

You savoured the moment. You went into a trance with Daddy’s perfect feet surrounding your engulfed beta- 🍆. Engulfed by His perfect paws. Surrounded by His perfection.

You moaned, you felt waves of intense pleasure, ecstasy and fulfilment coursing through your entire beta body. You looked up at Daddy. Daddy looked down lovingly but also patronisingly at you. He clenched His soles around your pole and allowed you to keep f**king them intensely. He made sure His presence and dominance completely took over everything that made you, you.

You held on as long as you could but it didn’t take much for His utter perfection to leave you completely helpless to resist. Then He started with His perfect verbal mantra and it was very hard to do anything but succumb:

“Who’s Daddy’s good, little, perfect foot-slave?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Who’s Daddy’s best, devoted, sole-obsessed beta?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Who would do absolutely anything for Daddy’s *perfect* feet, soles, toes, arches and wrinkles?”

“Me, Daddy. Always. Me.”

“Good boy. My good, adoring foot-boy. So pathetic, so enslaved, so utterly devoted to MY perfect Daddy feet. So obey me now. And let it alllll out. Coat MY. Perfect. Arches. Drown Daddy’s manly, superior soles in your submissive, beta semen, footbeta. Do it now boy!”

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“Good boy. Such a gooooood boy for Daddy’s feet. There, doesn’t that feel like the most perfect feeling ever? My perfect footslave? Everything you ever wanted or needed. And Daddy provides it for his Best Boy.”

“Yes Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I love everything about your perfect feet, Daddy.”

“Very good, my good boy. You’ve made Daddy very proud of you once again. Now clean up this mess at once.”

And with that Daddy put his airbuds back in, went back to ignoring you and left you overcome by how fulfilled you felt and overwhelmed by how much you loved everything He did to you and made you feel without even really trying.

You licked up your mess with pleasure and delight, giving His perfect soles and toes yet more of the long beta licks and bathing in sub saliva that they always deserved.

You sat back afterwards, stared at His glistening sole wrinkles and admired your work.

You felt so good, so grateful to be alive and so lucky to be perfectly ‘home’.

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.

“Yeah man, that’s fine, you can get on the floor and have your way with my big, masculine feet and soles. Don’t worry, I understand that they’re perfect and that you’re helpless to resist them. My girlfriend’s pretty into them too! They could use a clean and a rub, anyway. Just bear in mind that you’ve got 30 minutes to do what you need to do before this episode finishes. And factor into that, that whatever mess you make, you’ll have to clear up too. Understood?

“Aren’t you one lucky footsub? Oh yeah!”

“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…

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“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!”

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Ralph ran into the bathroom, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He looked at himself in the mirror, frightened and confused, yet his 🦴 was undeniably rock-hard, possibly the most aroused he had ever felt in his life. It was quite literally straining, in its rise to attention.

One glance at his Grindr hook-up’s incredible, masculine soles was all it had taken, from then on, he was completely mesmerised. He had found himself completely helpless to look away. And this muscle Adonis had just sat there, smiling, watching the transformation of yet another innocent date, into a footslave. As they had both headed upstairs and started to kiss and take their clothes off, he presumed Ralph was expecting a casual, normal, vanilla string of events. Oh, how wrong Ralph had been! Off came his socks, and the rest just fell into place.

He had become aware of the seemingly magical powers of his Alpha paws at an early age. Even in the locker-room, he saw how many of his peers just couldn’t stop staring whenever his meaty, virile feet were in their eyesight and the reactions it unequivocally caused within them. 😏 He decided to accept his unusual gift and use it to bring submissive men unparalleled pleasure, even if these guys had no idea of their potential to develop a completely unexpected new source of sexual joy up to then.

Today was just another one of these times:

“It’s okay Ralph,” he said in a calm and reassuring voice, “it’s just a perfectly normal reaction that you’re experiencing there. There’s nothing you can do to fight it. Don’t feel embarrassed. The pleasure coursing through your body is all you can feel. It won’t go away until you give into it and embrace it fully. Come back in here and I’ll show you exactly what you have to do. You’re going to join my footbeta stable. And you’re going to love it, become obsessed with it, and crave it all the time. I’m your FootGod from now on. You know it’s true…Come back in here and repeat it back to me. You have no choice.”

Ralph realised everything this near-stranger was saying was true. He still felt embarrassed, and nervous. This was truly a step into the unknown. But his 🍆 left little room for doubt, clouding all other forms of reasonable judgement, and overpowering his will to resist. It was so, damn hard! He decided to surrender what he was feeling deep down within himself. He started to believe and accept that he had wanted and needed this for so long. He usually classed himself as such an ‘in control’, ‘sorted’ guy and a catch for most other gay guys, many of whom he knew considered a handsome, fit, successful and intelligent hunk like him out of their league. Yet here he was, suddenly feeling inferior to another man’s feet with his only desires now being to get underneath them and worship them! It didn’t make any sense. But then he said to himself that it actually didn’t have to. He accepted his fate and made his way back into the bedroom, his erect pole saluting and on full show.

“You are my new FootGod and Master. I can’t help it. I don’t know what you’ve done to me. But all I can do is give in.”

“Good footbeta. That’s what I love to hear. I can tell you’re going to be my perfectly obedient foot-worshipper from now on. There’s no going back. Isn’t that right, slave?”

Ralph realised that every time he heard the words, foot- ‘beta’, ‘slave’ or ‘worshipper’, his 🦴 twitched and started leaking. This was insane! But also so utterly blissful.

“That’s it, my good footboy. You’re doing so, so well. Welcome to your new life.” His deep, distinguished, muscle-Daddy voice was so reassuring. Ralph just melted with every further statement he uttered. He yearned so much to embrace everything feeling that this FootGod was conjuring inside him.

“Good footslave. That’s it. No more thinking now. Just let yourself go. Come over to Daddy and get your face underneath His incredible, meaty, masculine soles. You deserve it. You deserve the ecstasy My feet can give you! Come on, footboy. Let’s get this started…”

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Thank you to @reymagyar1 and @black4white-deactivated20170403 for the original post images

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!