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Hey š If you like my writing feel free to send me a feet pic, or drop me a message. Love to chat to anyone.
If youāre the kind of guy that gets off on the idea of buying another big tall guy with big feet some new shoes or some socks, I have a wish list set up: https://throne.com/itshardforyouhuh
So, obviously I havenāt had much inspiration to write for a while. Who are you following who writes stories / captions that are in a similar vein to mine?
āHey, what are you doing out of your cage? I said bed for the night. Ohh, you just wanted to see me. How sweet.
āIf I didnāt know any better, Iād think you just wanted to lick my feet again. Is that what you want? Itās okay.ā
He lures me closer with a wave of his foot. He looks at me commandingly, I understand his body language. I take his big toe in first, then stretch my mouth over the rest of his toes. He puts a hand on the back of my head and pushes me deeper. It starts to hurt, I can feel myself about to gag.
āThis what you wanted?ā
He pushes harder. Nearly a third of his massive foot is shoved into my skull. Tears well in my eyes. I try to retract but his hand applies more force. I moan in agony, looking up and seeing his stern expression. I gag heavily, his face stays stoic. A sharp moan comes out involuntarily. I feel my face turning red, my under eyes are wet.
He removes his hand from the back of my head. I dry heave and throw myself to the floor, bowing towards him. A heavy foot slams my head to the floor. He pushes harder until I feel like my brain is going to explode.
āWhen I say āgo to bedā what are you going to do next time?ā
Good boy has been told if he wins he can cum. Unfortunately Master has said no electronics after 9pm, and itās 9:01ā¦
Too bad boy maybe next time. Now letās discuss your punishment for trying to stay up all night gaming.
You werenāt enthusiastic enough in getting his third orgasm of the day of out him, so instead of sucking his toes and knowing your one day closer to an orgasm of your own, you denial has been extended by three days and youāre being spanked until youāre close to tears.
Youāll also be sent to stand in the corner for 20 minutes, just to really sink the lesson in.
You were proud when the department asked you to be a TA. It was proof that your professors trusted you, that your brains and work ethic actually mattered. You thought the students would respect you for it.
ThenĀ theyĀ showed up.
Two frat boys, cocky and unbothered, the kind who coasted through every class on charm, looks, and sheer confidence. The first time you saw them in the gym, they laughed, pointing right at you.
āYo, thatās our TA. Look at him ā doesnāt even know how to load a bar.ā
The other smirked. āNah, not here. Here, heāsĀ ourĀ student. Welcome to class, nerd.ā
You thought it was banter. But it became real fast. They werenāt asking ā theyĀ toldĀ you what weights to lift, how many times, and when you failed, they made you do it again. You were wrecked after every session. And still, at the end, theyād shake their heads and mutter, āPathetic. Youāre not even passing this class.ā
It only got worse when the semester picked up. In lectures, theyād lean back in their seats, arms folded, and wink at you while you collected assignments. Blank pages. Then later:
āYouāll fill those out for us, right TA? You wouldnāt want us to fail. Weāve got more important things to do than sit around writing essays.ā
And you did. Their essays, their homework, even group projects for classes you werenāt enrolled in. Hours of your life poured into their grades ā while you secretly hoped theyād reward you at the gym. Maybe a pat on the back, maybe some respect. Instead, all you got was that same smirk.
āYou think good grades mean you passed our course?ā one of them laughed after forcing you through a brutal set of deadlifts. He slapped your shoulder hard enough to make you stumble. āWrong. Youāre still failing here, buddy.ā
Private tutoring was the final humiliation. Theyād show up late, hungover, spreading out across the couch with their laptops open but untouched.
āExplain this chapter, TA,ā one would say, shoving his book toward you without looking.
The other would just kick his feet up in your lap ā socks damp with sweat from practice ā and grin. āAnd while youāre at it, rub those. My dogs are barking.ā
So you sat there, voice trembling as you broke down theories and formulas, your fingers kneading the soles of his feet. Theyād nudge each other, laugh, then ask you to repeat yourself because they āwerenāt paying attention.ā
Everywhere else, you were the smart one. The responsible one. The guy professors relied on. But with them? You were the student who could never pass, the tutor who got laughed at, the TA who did all the work and got none of the credit.
And the worst part? You never quit.
Because deep down, you didnāt want to.
Next time you will clean slave houseboy better!
Thinking about domestic discipline a lot latelyā¦
Daily chores, acts of submission - pour him a drink when he gets home, giving each of his feet one kiss to show respect - painful spankings, corner time, chastity sentences etc.
I actually have a low pain tolerance, so it would actually be really miserable to get 20 with the strap, but I know the fear of it would make me a better sub over time.
You want me to punish you more, donāt you, you sick old fuck? You LIKE my pain. Thatās why youāre with me, isnāt it?
Uh oh. Looks like @tickle-prisoner-writer is squirming in his stocks again. Whatās he done this time?
This time? I didn't answer quickly enough when being asked what I had done wrong. Because I am always guilty of something, "I don't know" or "I think I've been good" or even just taking a couple of seconds to think about why I might deserve tickle torture punishment is itself a punishable offense. Not having my transgression ready when asked is an express pass to the correction stocks.
Free Advice:
Have a couple phrases at the ready (āOh, Iām so glad you asked, sir. Iāve been needing to confess a few thingsā¦ā or āIām always so grateful that you encourage me to improve like thisā¦ā). Thatāll buy you time to think.
Youāll still end up in the stocks (obviously lol), but it wonāt be because you stammered like an idiot over a simple question. Thatās an embarrassing reason to get tickled. Silly, even.
If youāre about to get tortured (and you are), at least let it be for something real. Not just because youāre terrified at the thought of howling at the basement ceiling again, so you babble nonsense (āUh, uhhh I- I dunnoā¦ā) to the man whoās got a brush in one hand and a bottle of oil in the other.
Itās at these times when I come closest to breaking. I get so jealous. So frustrated.
I come home from work and instantly Iām naked (apart from my cage), and searching for him to kiss his feet in silent greeting. Then itās straight to cooking and serving him his dinner. Then itās time for him to use me. Sucking his dick for as long as he likes, being fucked as long and hard as he likes. Straining against my cage the entire time.
When he blows his load, he slaps my ass and I fetch him a beer as he heads back to the couch to watch some TV.
As I hand him the beer he might grab my cage and slap my balls a bit. Just a reminder that Iām not cumming and itās because it amuses him.
When heās lounging there, so relaxed, so content, and I know Iām about to start doing my choresā¦ thatās the closest I come to breaking and telling him I donāt want to do this anymore.
He knows me well though, he can sense these things, and when Iām really close thatās when he lets him worship his feet. I always remember then that I need and deserve to be treated like this.
Your hands are tied behind your back... A large leather dog collar is on your neck... The leash is attached to the hot water pipes ... The leash is 2 inches too short to reach your little brother's feet ... You try desperately, almost strangling yourself, sticking out your tongue as far as you can, yet you cannot touch what you desire so much ...
You see him tease you by wiggling the toes right before your eyes, you hear him giggle and laugh of your humiliation... you hear him saying that a pathetic foot faggot like you is much funnier to watch denied and frustated... You plead, you beg, you whimper, but no avail ... He stands up, walks out saying that it's time for gaming online with his buddies ... The door closes, the light goes out ...
You become sooo needy after a couple weeks without coming buddy.
I see it, the way your body tenses whenever I enter a room. The way you hang on to every word, desperately hoping Iāll tell you itās time to go to the bedroom. Your heart fluttering anytime I look at you.
Desperate for my touch. Desperate for it not to be over when I blow my load all over your face.
Desperate to please me. To make me cum harder and more intensely. Desperate for me to make you do things youād never thought youād be brought so low to even consider.
Desperate for me to let you cum, but desperate for me to make you wait longer. Desperate for my feet, but desperate for me to take them away.
Hating feeling like this, desperate for me to keep it going.
Desperate to suffer for my amusement.
Soā¦ no. The socks are staying on and your balls are staying swollen.
Now, say thank you.
Of course Iāll let you out of the Cage when Iām at work and youāre at home alone. Youāre free to moveā¦. In your 5 Meters radiusā¦. Just enough to reach the toilet and the kitchen to do your tasks and not an Inch more š
Your hands are tied behind your back... A large leather dog collar is on your neck... The leash is attached to the hot water pipes ... The leash is 2 inches too short to reach your little brother's feet ... You try desperately, almost strangling yourself, sticking out your tongue as far as you can, yet you cannot touch what you desire so much ...
You see him tease you by wiggling the toes right before your eyes, you hear him giggle and laugh of your humiliation... you hear him saying that a pathetic foot faggot like you is much funnier to watch denied and frustated... You plead, you beg, you whimper, but no avail ... He stands up, walks out saying that it's time for gaming online with his buddies ... The door closes, the light goes out ...
"Not now babe I'm reading. Here you can have my feet instead."
"I can't say no to that, oh they're so soft and warm."
"Well you always take good care of them... they're really sore by the way, I'll really enjoy a foot rub right now."
You didn't waste a second. You moved his feet close to your face so you can take some whiffs as you massaged them. You carefully rubed his feet as he let out little moans every now and then.
"Yeah right there honey. Ohh you're so good at this baby!"
His response made you feel so proud. He slightly teased your cage with his feet, and you could hear his subtle smirk.
"Hey stop that!"
"Shhh boy, here suck my big toe and let me have some fun."
He forced his toe into your mouth as he rubbed his foot on your cage. You started leaking and muffled to tell him to stop, he became more aggressive and then suddenly stopped as you were close to cumming in your cage.
"Now I can give you my dick, get on all fours at the bed. Head down, ass up, and arch your back. Wait for me there, don't move. I'll finish this chapter and come fill your hole. Here give me kiss before you go."
Heās a bit of an exhibitionist. When heās bored and wants to satisfy that part of himself, while also entertaining himself, heāll call me into his room and have me kneel at the end of the bed.
The gag goes in and gets padlocked, then he starts stroking. Heāll have a long luxurious jerk off session while I stare at the socks I canāt touch, imagine the feet I canāt see, and hear him moaning in orgasmic pleasure I canāt have on account of the cage heās locked on my dick.
When heās done, he sends me back to my chores and laughs at how much my dick is straining.
bet his toes smell great
But Heāll never let me know.
My roommate was a chill dude. Straight, but a freak like me. Weād chat for ages about kinky hookups weād had.
One night, we were chatting and the conversation turned to things we would like to try out but hadnāt and I admitted I wanted to worship a guys feet. It clearly peaked his interest, because he kept asking more and more questions. He wanted to know why, he wanted to know how it connected with my other kinks, he wanted to know how I felt about his feet.
Eventually, Iād admitted that my real fetish was for teasing, denial and control and my foot fetish is just a weapon to be used against me. We discussed chastity, too and my deep natural submissive nature. I wanted to serve.
That conversation changed everything. Now i serve Him. Heās never going to let me near His feet and i have no idea when Heāll unlock my chastity cage. But i serve Him, in any way He wants, and stare at His beautiful feet whenever He lets me.
i live in a perpetually horny, perpetually denied state. He lives in absolute comfort.
