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@gathomme
if you want some fun dm me, i’m a horny little guy,, you can do it here or to my TELEGRAM @huffedllama, đŸ¤˜
i also have other blogs for my other niches:
gathomme: everything pretty much, also where i usually dm people
bootlickingbrit: boots, southern american men, rednecks, blue collar workers
hornyforhistory: knights and armour, soldiers and world war (1 specifically) troops
I was born in my boots, and I've never taken them off. Same with the shaved head. When all is said and done, nobody has been more true to who I am than me.
Paris, Weston boots that belonged to a Gendarmerie. I love that the officers name is inside a boot shaft.
At almost any hardware store mid day you can find some contractor-jock who will fall for the "hey buddy can you help me with this in the back of my kidnapping van" trap.... hot dudes are so stupid. Where the term 'dumb fuck" comes from I think.
Resistance is temporary. Control is absolute. Every layer serves a purpose, one after another... Until movement becomes a memory and surrender becomes the only choice.
He had never been in any situation like this before, but he knew what what they were going to do to him.
Terry had met Kyle online through a foot fetish website. After several online conversations, they agreed to meet in person at Kyle's house. Terry told him that they couldn't meet at his house because of his husband, who wasn't into feet. Kyle had agreed to those terms. Terry came up with a cover story. He told his husband Drey that he was meeting with a prospective business partner. Since he was the CEO of a chain of department stores, his husband bought the excuse.
Terry had agreed to meet for a weekend trip. He told Drey it was a business trip he was going in to meet for a prospective business deal. He arrived at a nice five bedroom home that was much smaller than his own big mansion. He parked. Kyle meet him at the front door. He could tell that Kyle was financially stable, but not as rich as him.
"Come on in," Kyle offered. Terry entered as Kyle closed the front door. Terry followed him to his living room. Sat on the couch and placed his shoed feet in the foot rest. "You know what you are here for, my foot sub. Get to it, remove my shoes and massage my socked feet." Kyle ordered him.
Terry knew this how they talked online, but in person felt more intense. He was a CEO of a thriving company, and yet he was being ordered to his knees at the feet of his sock Master like it was nothing. He got to his knees and removed his sock Master's shoes. He began to massage his feet. After about ten minutes, he was ordered to sniff Kyle's feet. He put his nose deep into the socks sniffing hard. He was memorize by the stong smell of his Master's socks. Next he was ordered to lick them. The taste was wonderful on his tongue. He enjoyed having his foot master order him at his feet. After a good hour and a half, Kyle ordered him to move the foot rest and lay on his back on the floor. He did as he was told. He saw two socked feet rest directly on his face. "Now lay still for the next few hours, you are my foot rest while I watch a movie or two," Kyle ordered. Here he is a big time CEO, yet he is being used for a foot stool. But he was loving every moment of it.
After that first weekend, every other month, Terry would meet up with his foot Master for a "business weekend." Every experience he got, he would crave more.
Several trips later, Terry arrived at Kyle's house. He was expecting the same routine, but saw that Kyle didn't have socks on this time. "We are going to do something different this trip. You see the reason I don't have socks on is that I plan to wear you this weekend." Kyle told him. This really confused him. How was his sock Master going to wear him as socks. Kyle came back in the living room with a TF ray device. "By the way,this is non-negotiable." Kyle added.
Kyle pointed the TF ray device at Terry and fired. It was only for a brief moment, but the effects happened almost immediately.
Terry saw the world become huge. His sock Master soon was giant size. His body morphed in on itself and turned to black cotton. Lastly the whole body spilt in two and formed a pair of black cotton socks. He was powerless as he felt himself being put on his sock Master's feet. Now all of his senses were extremely heightened. He now tasted his sock Master's foot. The foot odor was extremely intoxicating. Even being stepped on felt good even though it was very painful. The wiggling of his sock Master's toes drove him mentally mad. He didn't know being his sock Master's socks would make him feel this way. He really wanted more now. The whole weekend, his sock Master never took him off, but only to shower. He loved being worn while his master slept. After the weekend was over, his sock Master turned him back to normal. He thanked his sock Master for the experience by kissing his feet several times.
That was the start of his newfound time with his sock Master. One weekend out of the month, he had to spend the weekend on his sock Master's feet. Even though it was degrading, he would not have changed a single thing about it. He loved serving as his Master's socks.
Note: this story pitch in collaboration with @jkob85
Every exposed part of Jake was lick-able. That's why they tied him up like that.
