Master and Slave Domination
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“Wha? You’re crazy, “No you don’t. You’re just losing it, he laughed nervously. “This is the new me now. That’s all I am. A little foot bitch.” He giggled, his mouth forming a crooked smile. He half believed what he was saying to be true, even as the cum dripped from his toes. “A foot bitch. I think I’m getting hard thinking about it.” In truth, he was, though just slightly, a result of his mind going through the ringer and entering a state of confusion.
“Actually, no. In fact, when I snap my fingers, you
Gavin sighed and snapped his fingers, and Dylan was out like a light.
Dylan woke up at his table. He had the weirdest fucking dream. He dreamt he was going crazy while tiny men tickled his feet with feathers. Pretty insane.
And he had overslept! It was late night now, what thhe was playing with his right foot all over my body, sometimes pushing my head! Then, I told him that my chest was hurting and I need a massage there too and I turned on the other side. He said ok and moved me from the sofa to the floor. He put both of his feet on me and started the massage. After some minutes he saw I was turned on and stopped. He said slowly "This is finished for now. It will be better tomorrow when nobody is home".
I didn't know what to do but downstairs to see what would happen next. He was wearing his big cowboy boots. He put me on my knees and and sat down on a chair. His dusty sweaty boots after a long day at work went directly into my mouth, playing with my face. It was the happiest moment of my whole life. "lick them you little slave!" he said.
After half an hour, he made me take off his boots. He was wearing grey socks. He stuck them into my mouth. His sweaty feet covered my whole face, not leaving me any space to breathe. "Lick them little fag!!!" Then he stood up, kicked me in my stomach and put his big ( 45 European) feet on my face and then on my body, trampling and stomping me. After 20 minutes he said "take off my socks with your mouth, slave".
I reluctantly followed. "Go get me a beer while I relax, it's been a long day.” He propped his boots up onto the recliner and I could see just how dirty they were, “I just finished a 12 hour shift in the mines and my dogs are fucking sweaty!" He wasn't joking, they looked sweaty even from the outside. I stared at his boots for god knows how long dreading the thought of what he would make me do to them in the coming minutes. He must have noticed me staring blankly for too long.
"Oi fuckface, I ordered you to get me a beer, could, grabbed him a six pack and ran right back. As I was running I tripped over and smacked my face against the corner of the couch. He laughed his ass off as I crawled to the side of his recliner and handed him his beer. He yanked it from my hand and pushed me back, I tumbled backwards with my face inches before his boots.
"See these dirty boots boy?" He asked smugly.man. Crazy!”Using Retinoic Acid.” Now dangling in the doorway, Jim kicked and thrashed, he was starting to panic. “This is gonna be fun,” thought Chris.
“Hey there, need some help,” Chris asked, grinning.resisting tongue.
“You’re gonna sensation he never could’ve imagined in his young life.
He screamed again, furious, and in response, abrasive, but it was rounded at the tip, with a loose bit of skin hanging on its edge . . .
“Oh my god,” whispered wasn’t One day, while studying in his dorm, he heard a knock at the door. He opened it, and was greeted by a hooded man in dark sunglasses.
“Can I help you, bro?” The hooded man held up a strange looking
He awoke, groggy, his head spinning. “Hey, what the fuck is this? What’s feet. fuck are you talking about? My feet? What the fuck?”
“Don’t try “I’m couldn’t see massaging them. He felt thumbs press deeply into his arches, and he screamed in protest when he felt his toes being spread apart, as if he were a test subject.
“HELP! Suddenly, he The ma Ugh, yeah, Imma wipe this