Male Foot Domination worship
#004-04 Duration: 17:33
Models: Anthony, Jasper
Tags: foot, fetish, domination, force
and told to contina ware house that required and cross his feet inches away from my face and say things like "I know you hate feet, then laugh, and "accidently" brush my face with his stinky rough callused foot. Over time he would demand me to grab his beer, fill his next bowl for the bong, tell me to get him food and I did. He always would stick his feet in my face too while eating, his feet had a smell of old cheese, sweat and vinegar. He rarely washed his feet, or changes his socks because he was always working. Eventually I would "help him" a.k.a clean his house for him, while he complained his beer was not cold enough.
He then started to threaten me with his feet. "I haven't washes these work socks in weeks bro, if I don't see a shiny floor you will wash them with your hands." I scrubbed the floors for another 2 hours and he wasn't satisfied. He then kicked off his work boots, and commanded I get a bowl of warm water, and soap. I did and he pointed to the ground where his feet were. Believe it or not, there were flies flying around his socked toes and boots and I was horrified of the smell.
I kneeled in and always a bit messy. He had fair and relatively unblemished skin, and sky blue eyes. He was hot, and he knew it, as did every girl in his school.
Mrs. Brown own trap, using the mechanismsbehinddone, boy.” of him then he He then told me told me to kneel before his feet and kiss them. I was kissing his socked feet for about 10 minutes when he peeled off his socks and sweat was dripping from them and they were rancid. His toe nails were long, covered in lint and filthy. He brought his foot to my face and wiggled his toes under my nose and laughed because I coughed from the stench. He then told me he wanted them massaged. I rubbed his feet for a good hour, putting one on my head while the other basically in my face and laughing. He would snap his fingers when he wanted the next one massaged. He then told me that its been a couple of weeks since he properly cleaned them.
He then told me if I didn't clean his feet like "a goodwalked into the lounge room,semi-boarding school, you can choose to sleep there or go home everyday) and I had to go home.
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“Calm down, and just relax, jeez.naked from top to bottom including his beautiful size 10’s. This young god opened his locker which was on the bulkhead, and he began covering himself with talcum powder. The powder covered the floor. Ordinarily I would have been pissed with him covering a cleanly mopped floor with powder. However with every step he took, left a beautiful and perfect foot print on the white power covered tile floor. The soles of his feet picked up the powder and left a remarkable image of his feet. He never looked my way, but he knew I was there. He finally finished dressing and locked his locker, then silently left on liberty. I remained and just looked at his beautiful foot prints wishing I had them on my face and body.
Again, in retrospect, I can’t help thinking that he was”hypnosis allows you to feel everything. I want you to suffer as much as you’ve made me suffer all these months. Drugs could never have accomplished this effect. Only a deep hypnosis could pull this off. While you can’t move your body--others can. So enjoy this. I know I will.”
Dylan started hyperventilating. screamed.my boots fag and be quick about it for my added to my already growing anxiety. I didn’t want to make an ass out of myself, especially in front of someone who was friends with my best friend (I love my best friend to death, but we both have a biting sarcasm and sense of humor). Eventually, though, I just said “fuck it” and was planning on enjoying myself. I decided I would go in with no expectations.
We get to the bar and I have a better boy" he said as he released his grip on my hair and relaxed back. My face felt numb from the slaps and I noticed tears running down my face. "Now... You get to remove daddy's boots... and breathe in the stench of how a working man should