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“I said come here, boy!”
Football is best enjoyed with a fine cigar and a faggot underfoot.
August 28th 4:27 PM. Teaching the slave to balance.
Hard trampling under hard heavy boots
Trampling your slave is the best way to remind him which place he has in your presence
I’m guessing it tastes good…
Pup play today with the slave. This is how I found him.
True story!! My own great-grandfather helped train me as a shoe and foot slave. He would babysit me daily when I was a young boy. He was a true grandpa type, slightly heavyset, pale, a nice size belly. He normally wore black wingtips daily, sometimes captoes. He dressed in dress socks, dress pants, white undershirt, and his black bull-rim glasses. Even at a young age, seeing his belly and nipples in the tank-top aroused me, seeing his pale skin, and how his black dress socks contrasted against his pale calves. At the time, he was in his 60’s, and I was 5 or 6. I used to play with my toys on the floor by his feet while he sat in his recliner watching TV and smoking his pipe. I became interested in his feet around this age and would start having him let me remove his shoes, change his socks, and he entertained me, letting me do it. I definitely came to prefer playing with grandpa’s feet more than with my toys. Eventually, he told me his shoes and feet were dirty and asked me to help him clean them, and of course, I was willing. He explained that I had to clean them with my mouth and tongue. He had me on all fours, guiding me as I licked them clean, inspecting them and showing me the spots I missed. He even trained me to lick the soles clean. He would pat me on the head like a dog and say “good boy, good boy”, reinforcing my behavior. Because, of course, I wanted to be a good boy for grandpa!! He trained me perfectly, shaped me into what I would be today……a hopeless shoe and foot licker for old fat men!. He had me licking his shoes and feet daily from ages 5 to 11 years old, then it gradually just stopped. He knew exactly how to train me, telling me I was a ‘good boy’ when I did a good job! I love looking back and thinking he had me under control, he trained me and programmed me into a shoe/foot licker/slave. I love it!! I wish I could thank for it to this day. I love thinking he saw what I was before I even knew and he decided to train me into a life of shoe/foot worship. OR, maybe i just was born a shoe/footboy and he just entertained me, letting me do what i wanted to do anyways. Either way: It is truly a priviledge!. Thank you Grandpa!!!!.
Born slave eating his meal out of a dog bowl at the feet of a superior man. Regular humiliation reinforces the truth, fags are not equal.
He shouldn’t be allowed a fork