I Want Your Mind & Soles

Straight male Dominant with a passion for mind control, voyeurism, training & subs feet. • NSFW - MDNI •

[darksolemaster]

Stop Talking

A song about a girl who’s desperate for her partner to tickle them but they just won’t stop talking. The frustration is real for the aching

The frustration of a lee who’s desperate to be tickled!

We need more tickle rock for lees to listen to without anyone knowing they’re indulging in their tickle kink.

Tag a lee who would blush or get flustered 🖤

[solefoodcafe]

[solefoodcafe]

[darksolemaster]

The Agony of Laughter

A song about the joy of tickling someone to hear the sound of their laughter, despite the agony.

There is a total lack of tickle content in songs, we need to change that. Tag a ticklish friend and make them listen!

[darksolemaster]

I love the way you naturally spread your toes when you saw my camera. You probably think it’s just another foot perv capturing photos of your feet.

And you’d be right, in a way, but I’m also picturing you in the back of my car. Gagged, ankles tied and being driven to my basement.

[darksolemaster]

Of course I’ll deny sending it when you’re home, watching the way you act in anticipation. The drive from work giving you time to make the threat so intense in your mind, you’ll end up begging me to tickle you.

Beautifully pathetic!

[darksolemaster]

The simple act of making you feel flustered is very satisfying. Flustered and embarrassed so you turn that beautiful shade of red, singled out, not knowing which way to look.

[darksolemaster]

Having my morning coffee while I watch you live is always the best start to my day. You’ve been conditioned so well on where to be and what pose to be in. Your repetitive mantras and the spirals you watch, keeping your mind under my control.

Watching your feet naturally move always makes my cock so hard it aches to be stroked. Those innocent soles performing for my pleasure, your only job is to please me. I just wish I was there to take a hairbrush to them, pressing it hard into your soft skin before a vigorous tickling session!

You want to be my perfect slave and all these cameras in your apartment allow me to monitor your progress.

[darksolemaster]

It’s always a sense of achievement when I can get this close to photograph exposed soles in public.

Just look at those cute button toes and those elegant toe stems. In my mind I’m slowly drawing up and down them with a firm feather. They look ticklish, I just wonder how they’d react. Maybe they are so sensitive they’ll uncontrollably flex and scrunch as my feather works that sensitive skin, then sliding between them. You have no idea of the ticklish torture I want to inflict on those pretty feet, it’s all I can can do to stop myself reaching out to touch them, making your body recoil at my touch…

[darksolemaster]

Oh I know you can see me staring. I want you to see me. I want you to know it doesn’t bother me, I’m not ashamed. I want you to see how enthralled I am watching your feet.

It’s clear you adore the attention, you wouldn’t expose yourself like that otherwise. Trying not to smile but the hair push gives you away. It’s either you showing me you don’t care I’m watching, or very cute, clumsy flirting. Of course it’s the latter, I wouldn’t even be surprised if you felt a little wetness at this point. But what’s the angle here, does somebody like the idea of a stranger touching their feet? Tickle their feet maybe?

The extended legs now with no eye contact. Hmmm, that really says “I hope nobody runs the back of their fingers up my soles as they walk past”

You have no idea how much further I’d want to go from soft little sole tickles. I can imagine the leather straps round those beautiful ankles as I really spider my clever fingers over every last inch of your soles. Mapping out the most sensitive spots in my mind and work up to your toe stems. Asking you to spread them so I can work out the most ticklish gaps, compiling a mental document of torture. And that’s just your feet.

It’s been a while and my intense gaze hasn’t broken for a second of it. You seem to look a little worried now? Can you read me that well? Is it possible you know I want to kidnap you. Take you from this wonderful open park and lock you in my filthy basement. Keep you there and by reinforced suggestions and repetitions almost hypnotise you into my very own tickle slave.

Keep looking around, there’s nobody else here right now. I can’t take my eyes off those heavenly soles and how much I want to torture them with all my tickle toys as your gasps and laughs fill the basement. That juxtaposition of heaven and hell…

[darksolemaster]

It’s a simple command, just two words after activating your trained subconscious.

“Toy, present left”

Without thinking you slip out of your shoe, bend your left leg at the knee and hold your ankle. It’s a sole inspection and we’re in public. Where you are doesn’t even enter your mind, your only thoughts are to present that sole in the way you’ve been trained.

The sense of ownership floods your heart with pride as you hold your pose, knowing my eyes will be inspecting every last inch of that beautiful sole. The butterflies in your tummy are a reminder of consequences. If those soles are too dirty without reason, they will probably get punished.

I could take my feathers to them, maybe that tough old hairbrush. Either way, you know your ankles will be tied and Master will trigger your mind to amplify every last sensation.