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18+ only. 22/ sub but don’t message me acting like you own me

[rrecon]

sock gagged

[plastsand1]

that's what I love with ankle socks : you can stuff both into a sub's mouth !

[pupscamp2-0]

does anyone know who this top is ???

[robch]

☕

[sirmrngstr]

This is what it means to love a man, when you say “I love you” you must follow up with service and worship. A man deserves to kick back, relax, take his cock out and have his sub wife service him every single day.

[oldersubmissivetrophybitch]

[oldersubmissivetrophybitch]

The power of “No”

[oldersubmissivetrophybitch]

[truckman816]

[bootsize13]

Unsuspecting kidnapper

[kink-override]

So what's gonna happen is this: we're gonna stop at the next truck stop, and you're gonna go do that thing you're always whining and begging about online. I got some of my buds there already, but hey - if someone else wants to join in, you're not gonna say no, right?

Nah. Didn't think so.

How'd I know? You think you're the first "hitchhiker" I've picked up on this road?

[perfecttrophyboys]

[fag691]

Oh dude I forgot I left you there. How long has it been, eight hours? I'm so sorry that I left you tied up with the vibrator on max deep inside your ass. Clearly you enjoyed yourself, how many loads is that? Six, seven. I cant hear you through your gag. Eleven! You greedy slut! So eleven loads means eleven months in chastity before I give you another chance to have an orgasm. Wait! Is that a twelfth! That looks painful, you must me so overstimulated. Now that I think about it, maybe we can add another five months to your chastity sentence before I let you go.

[boilerplant05]

[creativebondagemaster]

Jewell overheard on the news that there were searches ongoing for her. Lucky for me, I was well prepared. Unlucky for her, she would be under the floor, tightly bound and so extremely gagged that no one would hear her muffled protests under the floor. But she would hear the detectives looking for her leaving knowing she was not going to be rescued.

[humiliatemeplesse]

I noticed a bunch of times that my laundry hamper in my closet had been moved around and sometimes some of the laundry had fallen on the floor. I'm pretty neat. So I got suspicious and set up the camera on my computer and left it open. And yeah faggot, I have some video of you going into my laundry and sniffing my dirty smelly sweaty socks. So this is what you're going to do from now on. When I'm home hanging out on my phone, my computer, watching TV, whatever, your face is going to serve as my foot stool for my sweaty stinking socked feet as long as I want. I might choke you with 'em and slap your face with them too, kick you in the balls and other stuff. You don't deserve the pleasure that you're getting from just sniffing 'em so I'm here to teach you a lesson every fucking day you dirty twisted perverted sock sniffing fag.

[subfootboii]

There was a time you told yourself this wasn't what you were. That was before you learned how he takes his coffee, which side of the couch he likes, how still you have to stay when he's resting his feet so he doesn't have to adjust. You stopped telling yourself things after that.

[slience8]

[zazhim]

[hornydomking]

You being my caged sextoy doesn’t mean you’ll only serve my sexual needs. I mean, I get hard and leaking watching u do my chores naked and caged, but u get the point

[blokefromausus]

[hornydomking]

Morning to you to, buddy. How was it? Your first night on the floor next to my bed, sleeping on a pile of my dirty socks? Now u want the real deal huh? Her under the covers and work on my feet. I feel your breakfast coming anyway, but don’t spill a drop or I’ll have to chain u outside again. Good pup.

[subfootboii]

There was a time you told yourself this wasn't what you were. That was before you learned how he takes his coffee, which side of the couch he likes, how still you have to stay when he's resting his feet so he doesn't have to adjust. You stopped telling yourself things after that.

[frenchfineguy]

[kink-override]

“Just in case you forgot - there’s a reason I fill a fucking jock and you’re happily locked up. I’m skipping the shower so you should be ready in 15”

[bootedray]

[whatiwouldgive]

Steps

I started renting a room from this guy named Steps. One day, when I came in through the garage, I noticed a pair his trainers on the floor. He must have gone for a run and gotten them dirty and muddy in the rain and left them in the garage to dry. I got hard almost instantly when I saw them.

I knew Steps wasn’t home because his car wasn’t there. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to at least sniff his trainers. So, I picked up one of them and slowly raised it to my face. The smell was heavenly. They were an older pair of sneakers, so they had a strong odor. But, they were still moist, making the smell even stronger. I was rock hard when I buried my face in that shoe.

I didn’t know when Steps was getting home. The garage door could open at any minute, but I was so fucking horny. I couldn’t resist. I pulled out my dick and grabbed the other sneaker. I inhaled deeply from the one shoe and pressed the other against my crotch. I imagined what it would be like if Steps was actually wearing the trainers and stepping on my crotch – grinding the mud from the soles into my dick.

I took a break from sniffing to lick the dirt off the sole of sneaker I had to my face. I wanted to lick those sneakers completely clean, but I was too afraid Steps might figure out what I had done. A few tastes wouldn’t hurt though. I felt dirtier than those trainers for getting so turned on by them. I was definitely a pervert, but I couldn’t help myself.

In no time at all, I began to climax. I was breathing heavily into one of Steps’ trainers while I shot my load all over the sole of the other trainer. The smell, the moisture, the taste all culminated in an amazing orgasm.

I immediately felt guilty, perverted and scared that Steps would come in right then. I quickly wiped my cum off his trainers with my shirt and put them back exactly where I found them. I ran into my room with my dick still hanging out to clean myself up. It had to be less than 5 minutes later when I heard the garage door open. That was way too close. I stayed locked in my room the rest of the day because I felt too embarrassed to even look at Steps.

Over the next couple of weeks, I snuck out to the garage whenever I had the chance. When I knew Steps would be gone for a while, I could take my time masturbating with his footwear. He kept several pairs of boots and shoes in the garage. My favorite were the trainers he wore when he mowed the lawn. They always had dried dirt and grass on them. I just wished I didn’t feel so guilty. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I would have died from embarrassment if Steps found me out.

One day, when I got home from work, I could hear Steps in the living room. He called out to me.

“Get in here. We need to talk.”

He sounded upset. When I got in the room, he was sitting in his favorite chair looking at something on the TV. It took me a few seconds to register, but that was me on the TV screen! He was watching me get it on with his trainers in the garage. I never thought about the possibility of a security camera in the garage. The angle was unfortunately perfect too. You could clearly see my face and everything I had done in living color. I froze from shock.

“Sit down.”

This was really happening. I stepped in front of the TV and said, “Please turn it off”.

“Sit down now.”

I was powerless. I was so embarrassed that I started to cry. I obeyed and sat down. I really didn’t have any other choice. “Steps, I’m so sorry.”

“I knew something was weird about you. I thought I might catch you sniffing my underwear or something, but this… I never expected this when I checked the security camera footage. This is really sick. You’re really sick.”

Tears were running down my face.

“Are you sorry you got caught, or are you sorry you’re a perverted, faggot foot slut?”

He waited a second, and yelled, “Answer me!”

“I don’t know. I… I… I guess both? Can we please turn it off?” It was pure torture watching myself on camera in front of him.

“No we can’t turn it off. We are going to sit here and watch the whole thing while you narrate to me. In fact, we’re going to watch all eight videos while you explain yourself.”

“No Steps. Please. I’m so sorry. Please turn it off. Please”. I was sobbing at that point.

“But there’s no sound, so I need you to describe what you’re doing while we watch it. You, know… so I can decide what to do with the videos now.”

I was so emotional, I hadn’t even thought about what he would do with the videos until he said that. “Please don’t show it to anyone else. Steps, please, I’m begging you.” I was screwed.

“I’m going to post it online right now unless you start explaining what you see on that screen.”

“OK. OK. Obviously I am sniffing your trainers.” The image on the screen was me naked, laying on the garage floor wiggling with ecstasy. I was getting close to shooting my load while rubbing Steps’ dirty yard-mowing sneakers on my face and my crotch.

Steps had a slight smirk when he said, “It looks like you are doing more than that. Why are you sniffing my nasty, smelly trainers?”

“Because I like the way they smell. Smelling your trainers turns me on. Is that what you want to hear?”

“That’s pretty nasty. But what else are you doing with my trainers?”

“I’m licking them.”

“That’s fucking sick. Why would you lick the dirt off my trainers?”

“Because it turns me on.”

“Dirt turns you on? Or does the dirt have to be on my shoes to turn you on?” The sarcasm in his voice clearly showed how much he was enjoying torturing me with this line of questioning.

“No… I mean yes. I mean It’s the trainers. I… I just want to lick them clean. I don’t know why. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I lick them and sniff them while I jerk off OK?” I looked up at the screen right as I came. “And now I’m rubbing your trainer on my dick while I cum.” I couldn’t believe he actually made me say those words. I was officially a perverted faggot foot slut with no way to ever deny it again.

“And what is it you’re doing right here?”

I hung my head as I said, “I’m licking my cum off the sole of your sneaker.”

“Nasty! But, I’m glad we’re having this conversation. It’s good to just clear the air isn’t it? If we are living under the same roof, I need to better understand your attraction to my shoes. I’m going to grab a beer. You can watch yourself cleaning up after your jerk off session until I get back. Then we’ll queue up the next video. One down, 7 to go. Don’t worry. We are going to get to the bottom of your fucked up obsession.”

Then I was alone watching a video of me wiping jizz off my stomach with a sock. He was really going to make me watch all of it. It was going to be a long, painful evening.

When he came back, he had 2 bottles of beer and a cloth bag. He put one of the bottles in front of me. I looked up at him inquisitively.

“What? You’ve got a lot more to say. No need to do it thirsty.”

He turned to start the next torture video. I picked up the beer. It was warm, but I welcomed the alcohol. I took a swig and choked, spitting much of it back in the bottle. Steps had replaced the beer with piss. That asshole! He had given me a bottle of piss, and I had no choice but to sit there and drink it while he continued to embarrass me.

The next video featured me with Steps’ trail shoes after he had gotten back from a hike. They were black Oboz sneakers with big, thick treads. I clearly enjoyed running my tongue between the treads to taste the dirt that collected there, and I was forced to talk about that in detail. I had to describe the taste and texture.

“But why does that turn you on so much? Can it be any dirty shoe, or does it have to be mine? What’s going on in your head whenever you are licking my shoes?”

“I don’t know. It just feels like I’m doing a service for you or something. Like I’m submitting or something. The shoe doesn’t have to be yours. Just a guy I find attractive I guess.”

“See. Now we’re getting somewhere. It’s really healthy for you to admit how much you want to submit to me.” He winked and smiled when he said, “Drink up.” I complied. “This kind of changes the dynamic around here. There’s going to need to be a few changes if you don’t want that video on the internet. Understand?”

I lowered my head and said, “Yes sir.”

“We are going to start being open and honest about what we want. And the very first place to start is the fact that I just can’t have you shooting your nut all over my shoes. It’s just gross. So, you are going to need to put this on.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a small metal chastity cage with a big lock and set it on the coffee table beside my bottle of piss. The contraption looked very uncomfortable and scary. The part that scared me the most was the small metal tube that ran from the inside of the tip past the part that was to fit around my shaft. It was obviously supposed to fit up my urethra.

“No. Please. I promise I’ll stop. I don’t need that. You have my word. I promise I will stop shooting my nut on your shoes.”

“I really want to believe you roomy, but we both know you can’t stop getting turned on by my shoes.” He motioned to the TV screen which showed me frantically stroking my dick while rubbing the still wet mud from the sole of Steps’ hiking shoe on my face. “You obviously can’t control your urges, so we’ve got to do something. I’m not saying you can’t jack off anymore. I just have to make sure you don’t do it near my shoes. Right?”

“Go ahead. Put it on. I knew you had a small penis, so I got the smallest cage I could find. Trust me, you are going to thank me for this. If you were wearing it since you moved in, we wouldn’t have to talk about what we are going to do with these extremely embarrassing videos would we?” He could see the fear in my eyes. “Go on. I think you’ll probably need to lube up that urethral insert with saliva to get it up in there.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my pants down, and started to put it on. It took a few minutes, because it was really hard and a little painful to push the metal tube into my piss slit. Eventually I did manage it, and finally locked the annoyingly large and heavy padlock.

“There we go. I know I feel better already. This way you don’t have worry about getting a hard on while narrating the rest of these videos. Now pull up your pants and finish your beer. I’ll go get you another.”

He returned right as I was shooting another load in the video. “So what’s going on here? Why are you rubbing the bottom of my shoe on your dick while you cum? That can’t be comfortable.”

“I was imagining what it would be like if someone was stepping on my dick to make me cum.”

“Just to be clear, when you said “someone”, you meant me right? You were picturing me stepping on your dick which made you so hot you shot your nut?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. I think we can really help each other out. I know how much you enjoy cleaning my kicks with your tongue, and I really do like to have clean kicks. So I think you should be in charge of licking all my shoes clean from now on. It’s perfect, you can enjoy my shoes, and because of the chastity cage, we don’t have to worry about you getting jizz all over them. Win, win! Let’s make a toast. Too finally getting to lick my shoes completely clean… top and bottom… all of them.”

I clinked my bottle to his and took another sip of his piss. I now had a new chore, but he wasn’t done.

“To not being able to touch your own worthless little penis anymore.” Clink

“To perverted faggot foot sluts getting what they deserve.” Clink

“Alright, this next video is one of my favorites. It’s the one where you fuck yourself with a dildo. And I’m wearing the trainers you were enjoying so much while fucking yourself. I know. Why don’t you come over here and lick them clean while we watch the video? You won’t be able to narrate very much, but it seems like fun right? And I have a lot of shoes, so you are going to need to get started licking somewhere tonight. They aren’t that dirty, so you really only have to lick the soles on these. They used to be white. It will be good to see them that way again.”

And so I did what I was told. I knew I was going to be doing what I was told for a while. That was made very clear to me. The thing was, I liked it. I crawled over to him and he put his foot up on the ottoman. As I began licking the dirt off of the soles of his running shoes, all I could think was how much I wanted to touch myself, but I wasn’t allowed. I actually tried, but all I felt was hard metal frustration. I looked up at his face, and he was beaming.

“Just look at you. You are so turned on right now aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

“Yeah, I saw you reach for your little penis. It’s pretty useless now isn’t it? That has got to be frustrating. From what I’ve read about it, you’re going to be very horny pretty much all the time from now on with no hope for release unless you get my permission which isn’t going to happen any time soon. That’s quite a predicament.”

I continued licking as if my life depended on it.

“But, because I’m such a nice guy, I thought of a way I can help you out. I’m going to let you be the house cum dump.”

Well, that stopped me in my tracks. I’m sure I looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Think about it. All that sexual frustration. I’m willing to let you take it out on my cock. You can just pretend that my cock is yours and that my pleasure is yours. Making me cum is pretty much as close as you’re going to get to cumming yourself. Trust me. You are going to feel such a sense of satisfaction every time I shoot my load in your mouth. And you will thank me for it every time. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. I’m glad you are being so agreeable. I sure hope you’re a good cock sucker though. You’re going to have to keep me happy if you don’t want these videos going viral. Understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“You know what makes me happy, I mean other than blowjobs? Money. Your rent just went up an extra $300 a month. And I’ve decided to take on another renter. I told my friend Josh I would rent him your old room, and since you’ll be doing all our laundry, I was able to fit a cot in the laundry room. We won’t need to go in there, so you’ll have it all to yourself. It’s perfect.”

I began to cry again.

“Awe, don’t cry. Think about all that dirty underwear and socks you will get to sniff. In fact, I insist. I want you to inhale deeply 3 times when you sniff the crotch in every pair of underwear and when you sniff every dirty sock before you put them in the washing machine. It’s going to be like your own perverted paradise of odors. I haven’t cleared that with Josh yet, but he knows you’re a pervert, so I’m sure he already expects that you’ll be sniffing his dirty underwear. He plays baseball and football at college, so he wears a lot of jock straps. You are going to be in heaven.”

“And, speaking of Josh, you need to fill him in on all the details of your affliction and how we are handling it before he moves in. If you will be living under the same roof, he deserves to know. So I expect you to show him the videos and explain to him that you are a perverted faggot foot slut, but that I am helping you deal with that by holding the key to your chastity cage which you will show him as evidence. Tell him that, since you cannot cum yourself, you decided to become the house cum dump and that he is free to use either of your holes whenever he likes. Finally, let him know about your job as my shoe shine boy, and beg him for the same opportunity to serve him. I think the 2 of you are really going to hit it off.”

“I can’t do that. I thought it was just going to be you. It’s not fair. Josh doesn’t have anything to do with this. Please don’t make me do it. I’m begging you. Please.”

“You will do it. I would do it myself, but you deserve the humiliation. It’s going to be excruciatingly embarrassing for you. I can’t wait. He’s coming over on Friday for the talk. I won’t be here, but I will have cameras recording the whole thing to make sure you do and say everything exactly as I told you.”

“Why are you being so cruel?”

“I can’t help it. Dominating you is just really getting me hard. It’s like you were born to be my slave, and making you suffer fulfills me in a way I’ve never experienced before. Now get up here and suck my dick.”

With that, Steps removed his foot from in front of my face and spread his legs. He smiled as he pulled his dick out of his pants. I was still crying as I opened my mouth and leaned in. He put his hand on the back of my head and shoved his cock to the back of my throat. He wasn’t huge, but he was big enough that I had to struggle to accommodate him.

“That’s it cum dump. Cry for me. I want you to hate me. It makes it so much more fun that way. Yeah, choke on my cock you little slut. You know you like it. You live to please me now.”

He kept his hand on my head, but didn’t push down. He was just making sure his cock never left my mouth. I was definitely expected to do all the work. It didn’t last long though. After about 5 minutes, I felt him tense up. His dick started to pulse and then my mouth filled with his jizz. He pulled out a little to make sure I got a mouthful.

“Yes! That’s right cocksucker. There’s your prize. You eat that load. Slurp it down. Get a good taste. It’s your new favorite food.”

I swallowed his load like a good cocksucker, making sure I kept his dick in my mouth as it started to soften so I would get every last drop of cum. I was truly confused. I did hate him. He was torturing me with humiliation, but a part of me only wanted more. I was so fucking hot for him. I thought I probably would have cum when he did without even touching myself, but I couldn’t even get hard with that stupid cage on. I was so frustrated. I wondered if this was going to get easier or even more frustrating over the next few days. I sat down on the floor in front of him and looked up at his face.

“You’re forgetting something you stupid piece of shit.”

“…oh yeah. I’m sorry. Thank you for letting me suck your dick.”

“You’re welcome faggot. Now finish your beer. I’ll get you another.”