A week after my new house-mate moved in, he asked me if we could have a private conversation. He told me he needed to show me something in his bedroom. He said it was nothing to worry about, just something he wanted to draw my attention to. He said it was to do with the furniture. He didn’t want to take up any more of our time and insisted that everything would be sorted just by me popping in to see him when we were both next home and free.
I asked him when would be convenient and yesterday he had told me to come in just after he got home from work the following day. That was today. So I heard him arrive, gave him 10 minutes then came knocking.
“Yes…come on in…” he shouted.
As I entered the room, there he was, sitting on his bed, with barely anything on, and his legs and feet were extended out. I also noticed what appeared to be the contract he had signed a week ago, which was on the bedside table.
Oh no, was there a problem with his inventory? I panicked. But then I calmed down as I thought…What could possibly be wrong? I had checked everything several times two weekends ago, after my previous tenant moved out. I had replaced a few older items. Everything was in really good shape, and the letting agent agreed.
Given that he was nearly completely undressed, and I had no idea whether he was gay, straight or anything else at this point, I felt obliged to say:
“Is this a bad time?” I was obviously taken aback by the sight before my eyes. Not that it was in any way unpleasant, shall we say? I was just not at all expecting to be met with what I saw. I guessed he wanted us to hook up. Wow! He was so handsome. I hadn’t dared to think that he had both moved in and planned to make a move on me. What an unbelievable twist…hmmmm
“Not at all, man,” he replied, “this is exactly what I wanted to discuss with you…I’d like to show you something about the furniture.
“Why don’t you come and take a seat. We already both know we need to air our feelings.”
Did we? I wondered. He had seemed extremely happy for the entirety of the past 7 days. Our first weekend sharing the place seemed fine. We had barely seen each other so far between work and our social lives. We had spent a few evenings chilling in front of Netflix. We chatted a bit over breakfast. Everything seemed cool and fine. He had his separate ensuite bathroom. It really was a perfect set-up for two house-sharers. And it was a place I was so proud to own. I had worked really hard to buy it, in an amazing part of town, close to where I worked, and apparently his too.
I presumed he was going to indicate for me to sit on the chair in the other corner of the room. Though I was also completely taken aback everything that was suddenly going on. What furniture could he possibly be referring to? And why did he not just say what it was when he had brought it up yesterday? This was going in a very different direction, apparently. I couldn’t wait to find out what his next step would be…
I shuddered and hesitated a little, my confidence was low on the hooking up front, since I had not had an encounter of this kind in a long, long time, meaning I was also pretty lost for words. He saw my confusion and just beckoned me to come closer.
“Come on in, don’t be shy. I think we both know exactly why I asked you to come in today. I think we both know exactly where you should be…I told you I needed to show you something and, well, here it is.”
As he said these last words, I noticed that he started to wriggle the toes on his outstretched feet.
In my head, I realised. It suddenly became clear that he must be aware of my deep, dark secret.
Furniture, my arse, and this wasn’t going to be some random, vanilla thing with my new tenant a week after he had decided to move in…he knew I was a secret male foot fetishist. But how? There was no other explanation for this naked man, being in my spare room, beckoning me to come closer to him, while writhing his outstretched feet.
I had always kept my kinky desires so quiet. Hardly anyone ever knew. Max, my ex, sure, he had discovered it. We lived together for 5 years. Of course I had to tell him why I sometimes slipped off to the spare room, which was the same one I now let after he had moved out. In terms of my fetish side, Max had always accepted that it was a part of me, he openly stated that he wasn’t into it, way early on. Overall, everyone including me knew Max for being a lovely, sexy, handsome and supportive man, but he was most certainly as vanilla as they came bedroom-wise. Like his job as a notary, his sex was as traditional and ‘normal’ as possible…
So, early on, we had quickly made an agreement and we were, so say, both cool with it. What’s more, we had broken up totally amicably. We wanted different things, long-term. Yes, we kept in touch. Yes, he had moved on almost straight away, while I had remained single for the last 2 years. I wasn’t unhappy, I was just in a different phase of life, at least that’s what I kept telling myself and him on the occasions we did call and catch up. Sometimes I did feel an air of pity in his voice when he asked me if I still hadn’t found my next Mr Right. He said I deserved happiness and that we both knew, he couldn’t completely give me what I needed, and vice versa. Sometimes he insinuated that I regretted breaking up. And it’s true that I did, but I forced myself to move on. That’s it.
So, yeah, apart from him, I couldn’t think of anyone else who knew. So, what exactly had led to this crazy situation playing out right now? What gave it away?
“Umm…what do you mean, exactly, Mark. What do you want us to discuss…?”
I started replying, but he stopped me in my tracks.
“Don’t try to play coy, man. It’s okay. Don’t panic. Just come on in and take a seat. Everything will become clearer, very soon.”
He repeated this with a more authoritative tone and he reached down to start physically caressing his manly arches and magnificent, meaty soles.
Okay, he definitely knew!
Could he make it more obvious?
He had found out!! Somehow. I must admit I stopped caring. Had he snook into my room and taken a peek at my laptop one night? I didn’t know but I simultaneously lost the ability to read more into it. He had an air of cool collectedness which made him seem impossible to say ‘no’ to.
I had no choice but to blush and edge forward.
“That’s right, come on, keep going. Just get down on the floor there in front of me.
“Don’t panic. There’s nothing wrong going on here. Just two new housemates, getting to know each other. Yes! Okay…it’s true. I know your secret. Okay, it’s out the bag! Stop blushing. There’s no need to hide it any more, around me. Okay man? Just keep coming closer, and…down you go…there.”
As he said this, I became within reaching distance. Before I could think any further about what was happening, I felt his sinewy biceps on my shoulders, pushing me down. Most men would have run a mile, given the scene and the circumstances leading up to it. I had advertised my room on several places, including one gay site, but he had contacted me through the agency, and I hadn’t even thought to ask them how he had heard about the place on offer. I was just so relieved that I was letting the room again so quickly after my previous tenant gave notice.
Be these details as they may, it clearly didn’t matter now. Because there he was. And here I was.
He was verbally and physically showing me where he wanted to put me. Pushing me down to the ground, beneath him, inches from his incredible, man-paws. And here I was…I wasn’t resisting. I didn’t want to. He looked so hot, on the bed, all his virile muscles were undeniably there, and clearly he wanted me to do something special with him.
He was unlike any other guy I had been with. I had no idea he would be into me, sexually. Fireworks were exploding in my mind. Any doubt I had had was out of the window. I was going to enjoy now…worry later.
So there I was, his new landlord, at 6pm one week after him moving in, now sitting down at the side of the bed I was renting to him, with him above me, and his soles inches from my face.
“Now then. This is exactly the conversation I wanted to have with you, and exactly the way I wanted to have it. I told you I had something very important to show you. And I wasn’t lying…
“But…how…what exactly do you know?” I started trying to protest.
“Shhhhhh…” he replied, and with that his biceps moved from my shoulders to the back of my head.
“It’s okay, man. Everything is totally okay.”
And with that he pushed my face into his perfect male soles! Oh fuck! How did he…? What the…? No no, I decided, I was just going to enjoy the moment, and go with the flow…
“Shhh”, he uttered again, “come on now. Just let go. I know your secret. I know it so well. I’m here now. Daddy’s here.”
As he said that last phrase, I realised he did absolutely know EVERYTHING! But how…I guess questions were not important. All that was important in that moment, was inhaling his musty foot smells after his day at work.
“That’s it, just breathe it all in. How does it smell? Good right? See? You’re a natural. I knew you would be. It’s been so obvious, how you’ve been eyeing my feet in the evenings, as we have been watching the television. It’s not something to be afraid of. Daddy’s feet have had this exact effect, sooo many timesss.
“Oh yeah.” Was all I could muster as I kept smelling the soles pressed against my face. They engulfed me, and I was so happy and aroused. All my confusion had subsided. I was just going to enjoy this moment. Questions were overrated, anyway, right?
“Mmm yes. Yes. Yes. Give in to Daddy’s feet. They’re all over your face. And you’re totally loving it. Aren’t you? Aren’t you, my good boy?”
The way his verbal was developing, it was as though he had stepped out of every deepest, darkest fantasy I had ever had or thought about from the years and years of jerking in secret to male foot porn. He was exquisite! My wildest dreams were coming true.
“That’s it, my good boy. I knew you’d like Daddy calling you that. And it looks like one area, in particular, totally (!) enjoys it! Look what happens when I say it…again, and again…keep sniffing Daddy’s feet, my good boy…oh yeah haha.”
He just kept saying lines to this effect over and over again. One would say he was mocking me but it was in such a playful manner and tone. And I was doing nothing but going further and further into his ‘game’.
Of course, he was referring to my 🦴 which was undeniably growing into a rock-hard salute, with each and every inhale, intoxicating me and making me realise that I was at His feet and I had no desire to be anywhere but there.
“It’s so very natural to feel overwhelmingly aroused, when down, at Daddy’s feet. No need to fight it. Nothing else matters, any more. Here you are, an outright male foot beta, and here I am, a muscled, Alpha Daddy, granting you the opportunity to worship at His soles. Hahahha…bet you had NO idea about what your new tenant was gonna do with you, huh?”
“Umm…nooooo. Absolutely no idea.” You managed to say, mostly inaudibly, as His soles were covering your entire face and mouth, as you pressed even more firmly into them.
“You know what would make this even better, boy?”
He said this, and His huge biceps reached over to my shoulders again. Suddenly, before I knew where I was at all, He was pushing me down further into the ground. He kept His feet in my face all the while as He pushed my head down and down the carpet away from Him. And then, there I was, now lying on the floor. He had shuffled forward on His bed, so that His feet were now on top of me. It went Him, His feet, my face, floor. He was towering over me. And I was in foot fetish heaven. All and any worries, hesitations, or doubts had completely gone. I was lying on the floor under His magnificent, meaty, manly soles, and all I could do was let them take over my entire face, as I saw and felt Him tower over me.
At some point between my sitting and my kneeling, He also took out His phone. He put it on the nightstand, next to the contract, keeping me down on the floor underneath Him. He asked me if I minded that He film the rest. I was too lost in bliss to overthink things further.
He angled the phone on the stand appropriately and it must have been resting against a phone-stand which I hadn’t seen. The angle was chosen so that it captured Him on the bed and me on the floor. Mark didn’t hesitate to press ‘record’ just as I was saying:
“Yes, Daddy, whatever you desire. I just want and need to keep being here, under your perfect feet. I need to worship them.”
“Goood boyyy.” He kept murmuring over and over again.
“That’s it. Let them take over. Daddy’s feet have got you right where they want you. Underneath them. Goood little foot boy for Daddy. Soooo hard now, aren’t you? Soooo damn hard. Daddy’s sooo proud of how quickly you let go, stopped questioning, and assumed your rightful position, on His floor, down there, with Him towering over you. Everything just feels so right, doesn’t it? So right and so good…”
As the ‘session’ progressed, He gave me permission to start licking as well as inhaling. Bit by bit, the intensity increased. Bit by bit, He found the key to making me feel more and more at ease, and at the same time, the most aroused I had frankly ever felt in my entire life. No other sexual encounter had ever got me so damn excited, so lost in my ecstasy, and so helpless to do anything to resist. All the while, my p***s remained erect and throbbing. Everything He was doing made it pulsate in agonising joy.
His comforting, yet authoritative tone, His voice, His body, His perfect feet. Everything just moulded together and made me completely melt, totally forget, and just let myself be vulnerable about all my innermost desires. This was the stuff dreams were made of.
The next step of the ‘session’, after His feet were entirely coated, every inch, in my saliva and therefore glistening, was that He manœuvred me to shift further along the floor by the side of the bed, more and more. He reached behind Himself then leant down towards me in my new position further away from Him. He put one of His pillows behind my head. He supported me, and He cared about me, even though He was making me well and truly His total worshipping footslave, at His mercy, and I could do nothing but obey.
As I shifted further back as He indicated for me to do, I had a feeling I knew what His next intentions were. And I wasn’t wrong.
He finally instructed me to remove all my clothes, He also took off His underwear to reveal His huge 🐍 which was comfortably meaty, in what seemed to be a semi. And before I knew where I was (again!), us both now completely naked, I was on the floor, and He was sitting above me still, but this time, His soles had moved down my body to become wrapped around my rock-hard 🍆. His soles were already shiny being so well-lubricated by the saliva I had just spent half an hour coating them with. And now they were wrapped around my pulsating d**k!
He was a natural at footjobs, it turns out. Up and down. The motion was rhythmic. He seemed to be a total f***ing expert. He knew exactly what to say, and exactly what to do. Everything He did during this time was perfect. Perfectly timed, perfectly orchestrated, perfectly put at ease throughout! I still knew we were on camera too, but I don’t think I cared one iota.
Just as His motions around my p***s got more and more intense, His tone changed slightly again. He shifted from continuing His ‘good footboy for Daddy’ type coos into something more disciplined, and more direct. His own 🐍 was also fully upright in Alpha-like glory and control.
Suddenly he spoke but this time he spoke firmly:
“Yeah, so about that furniture.”
“You, Daddy’s new footboy, you are clearly going to BE MY furniture from now on. You’re already my helplessly turned on foot-rug right now. Aren’t you, footrug?”
“Oh yes Daddy, anything you say Daddy.”
I could do nothing but agree with everything He said, as His soles continued to pump my c**k so effortlessly, yet so exquisitely. I was in a total state of uncontrollable pleasure. Every time He moved His soles up and down, my 🦴 was getting closer and closer to the point of no return.
“Yes, so, again, about MY furniture. I like it to be human in form. Is this starting to become clear?
Human rugs. Human footstools. Human chairs. MY Daddy feet demand that you, from now on, be their object, to do with as Daddy so pleases. Is that clear, my good foot-object?”
“Yes, yes, oh yes, anything you say Daddy, just please don’t stop. I’m sooooo close….yes to everything.”
“Very well, my new foot-object. Just know this. From now on, Daddy and His feet own you as an object, as soon as you unleash and erupt onto them and Him, you officially will become their property, and therefore my property. Every single thing leading up to this moment dictates your future, as MY object at MY feet. Repeat it back: I want to be an object for Daddy’s perfect feet.”
“Yes Daddy, I want to be an object for your perfect feet; anything You say Daddy. I don’t ever want this feeling to end. I have no idea how you knew everything I ever secretly dreamt about. But it’s true! I have been waiting my whole life for this. No man has come close to how You are making me feel, fulfilling everything I ever yearned for. And, yes, I will say it as many times as you tell me to: I want to be your good foot object. Please Daddy.”
“Very well, foot-object. Very well. Very, very gooooood.” Everytime He said good, was just at the moment when His soles were once again around the base of my pole. He knew EXACTLY what to say, how to say it, and when. It was so good, so nice, so irresistibly perfect to be there, doing exactly what He said. Agreeing to everything He desired. He was unlocking within me total utter f***ing pleasure, in ways I had never imagined any man ever to be able to do to me. Of course, I would never be able to say anything except, “Yes Daddy” to Him ever again. He had me right where He wanted me. And I was 100% unable to stop.
“Yes Daddy, anything for you, Daddy. Please treat me as your foot-object. Please, I never want this to stop.”
All of a sudden, His motions did just momentarily stop once again. Just as I was teetering right on the very edge.
“Oh noooo!!! Please don’t stop, foot-Daddy. I will do absolutely anything. Pleeasseee, I need you to make me c*m right now…”
“Yes, foot-object, Daddy knows exactly what you need. But…
…Just so you know, objects are owned, objects have to do what their owners say, and human owners certainly do not have to pay their human objects. In fact, in this case, it’s going to be you, the paying object, and me, the paid owner. That’s what this new version of our contract over here says.”
And with that, He started up His up and down movements around my 🍆 once again. He was very much in control of everything. Sitting up there on the bed, His alpha 🐍 so erect too, yet He was able to Master His urges, while also dictating mine so precisely. There was something rather mystical going on. My ability to think straight at all was long gone…and He continued:
“This new contract is the way it has to be from now on. Okay, foot-object?”
Oh sh*t! I realised. I suddenly understood just exactly what was going on. Not only was He aware of the entirety of my deepest, darkest fantasies, and not only did He somehow know exactly who He had decided to move in with, He actually now realised just what He could use all this to do…and I was completely helpless to resist. He had me right on the edge. He’d done everything I ever secretly wanted. And in fact He was going to use it to His full advantage. I was agreeing to become a powerless object belonging to His feet, under His power. And this meant He would no longer be my paying tenant. Quite the contrary. I was going to be paying him just to exist and worship Him in what used to be my space.
Fuck! What the fuck was going on…
That’s what this was about…
That’s why the contract was out on the table…
That’s why this near-stranger had moved in, and was doing everything He was doing….
He kept stroking my aching erection in the most poised, perfect way. He kept saying, “yes footboy, yes Daddy’s good footslave, Daddy is soooooo happy to have His new footbeta, underneath Him, uncontrollably ecstatic, unable to do anyyything except exxxxactly what Daddy saysssss.”
I was entranced, mesmerised, unable to do anything but surrender.
“Surrender to Me. Surrender to My feet. Become Daddy’s best footsssssslave.”
And with that He once again momentarily stopped His up and down movements. He leaned over to the table, keeping His motionless soles firmly around my leaking rod. His soles were dripping in lashings of my pre-c*m. He picked up the contract, showed the first page to the camera, and then picked up a pen which I had only just noticed was lying next to the paper.
“Sign it, my best footboy. Sign it and embrace your new life, here, as My footslave. You know it. I know it. It’s allllllll you ever wanted.”
With that He leant down to put the stapled pages in one of my hands, and the pen in the other. His soles began to move up and down again.
“Sign it and come all over My soles. Do it. Do it now!”
It was perfectly timed. I couldn’t take it any more. I saw the last page which He must have surreptitiously turned it onto; and as my 🍆 was literally erupting, I signed on the dotted line.
The thrill was unmatched: The moment I came, coupled with the moment I fully surrendered to my new Master. Completely swept up in the pleasure. Completely overwhelmed by the intensity of how He knew exactly how to handle me. My mind went blank as ropes of liquid came out in jets. I convulsed, His soles became completely coated, and at the same time, He had been able to make me be putty in His hands.
He smiled, He beamed, He looked completely satisfied. He was still His rock-hard, perfect, Adonis self, proudly looking over His new moulded foot-obsessed object who spilt all over His lower extremities.
He leant over the nightstand, and stopped the recording.
He kept His feet firmly over my crotch as He unlocked His phone and pulled it over in His hands to where He was on the bed.
He started stroking His own 🐍 for the first time since everything today had begun. And as He did so, He put the microphone to His lips. He was going to record a voice-message?
He held His finger down and started speaking into it while He gently caressed His own p***is, mine lying shrivelled and soaked, firmly pressed down onto by His perfect paws.
“Heyyy Maxxy, yes it’s me, Mark. As you rightly predicted, everything has gone exactly according to how we planned…”
I uttered: “No way, what the…” but He just pressed His soles so firmly down onto my spent, soaking 🦴 that He stopped any of my ability or desire to do anything but continue to lie there, at His and His feet’s mercy.
“So yeah, after one week here, you were totally right, it’s such an amazing place, exactly the type we wanted. And yeah, your ex…who will only be referred to as it from now on because it’s just agreed to become My foot-obsessed object for the rest of its existence. It will pay Me to live in its former property. It’s so turned on by My perfect man-paws, just like you said it would. It looks a bit shocked now it’s realised what exactly has just happened but it was too swept in the moment, becoming its new Daddy’s new foot-object. It was powerless to do anything but give in…”
As He carried on recording this message for who was now revealed to be my ex, and apparently His current boyfriend, I was starting to come to, starting to realise the reality of what exactly was going on, and yet, bizarrely, His soles were already furiously rubbing my wet 🍆 once again, and as the humiliating facts of reality were becoming more and more clear, it was getting harder and harder again, while His own 🐍 was also getting more and more erect as He stroked it simultaneously and spoke into His microphone…
The more He was now ignoring me, talking about me as though I was no longer a human, and in doing so, also revealing that I had been fooled, hook, line, and sinker, by who exactly this mystery muscle hunk who had just moved in with me, turned out to actually be, the more humiliated and objectified I felt I was even more, and then the more that turned me, and apparently Him now too, on even more. To the point where every time He referred to me as ‘it’ made me and Him throb and throb even more. I could feel His pleasure mount, as though His and my pleasure had merged symbiotically, possibly cemented by my initial ‘deposit’ and simultaneous signing of His contract.
“Yes, absolutely, it’s already entirely and irresistibly becoming the property of Me and My soles, and it’s realising there’s nothing it can do about it. It’s already way too late.
So yeah, it signed the contract without even reading any of it, just as you predicted baby, just at the moment it erupted, cementing its new bond to Me. Yeah, yeah, it’s shortly going to find out that its new name is Foot Cuckold. Yes, absolutely it’s going to pay Me to live in its own former house, as a mere variety of objects at My feet. It’s getting so, very excited again just to hear these details. Hang on a minute, I think it’s going to need to have a further explosion over its Daddy’s massive, meaty soles again that it will then need to clean up with its mouth…I better put the phone down again baby, and I will make sure that the video it willingly allowed me to take gets attached to this message, so you have everything you need to notarise its new identity and change the deeds of our new place. Let me know when you get this, how long you need to sort it out, and by the time you get here tomorrow, I’ll have it completely trained in its new life as My totally objectified, foot-worshipping, Daddy-obsessed slave.
Thank you, baby, for suggesting this. I’m sure our new life together with My foot-object is going to be everything we have ever been dreaming about.
Don’t panic, I won’t forget about the second part of Our plan either…
Okay, baby, it’s squirming so bad under My Daddy soles. Gotta go. Catch you in a bit.”
With that, your new Owner sent some kissing sounds to your ex, lifted His finger to stop the recording, clicked to attach the video He had just taken, and then audibly sent it across.
“Right, now that’s out in the open, I better get back to attending to My foot-object’s next eruption over My perfect muscle-Daddy, meaty soles, hadn’t I?
“Guess you were wondering how I knew EVERYTHING about who exactly you were…well now you know hahha. Don’t look so scared. Maxxy and I will take perfect care of you. You’re going to be THE BEST ever paying foot-worshipping object to me, all day, all night, doing exactly as I tell you.
“Come on little footrug, let’s empty you out completely, then you can get started on preparing Daddy’s dinner. I’m sure you’ll be lost for words for a bit, so I will leave you to digest exactly what has just happened. Later, you can be my footstool as I eat what you lovingly prepare for Me, and then we can talk about all the remaining details…
“All you need, from now on, is to live as My object, in My house, attending to My needs, while your ex and I take full ownership of you.
“Yeah, I know, He’s never been into embracing you as His foot-fetish loving boyfriend, but He has decided that He will look after and love you as His new puppy when I am not objectifying you at My soles…
“Yeah so about that which is also in the contract you just signed too. I’ve taken the liberty of buying the most glorious collar which you must wear at all times in Our house from now on…”
Say what…my vanilla ex…wanted to become my Handler, alongside His new lover as My Owner…this was now totally, f***ing insane…yet I was a million percent entranced and a million percent unable to stop…
With that He reached back over to the nightstand, His soles still firmly around my p****s which was again rock-hard, throbbing in ecstasy, and getting very close to a second explosion…
He pulled open the lower cabinet door and reached inside to pull out a black, leather collar, attached to a sterling silver chain.
He had it in His hands as He looked back down at me, His soles furiously stroking my pole, up and down, up and down, faster and faster. His 🐍 remained upright in glory as He enacted this further apparently also pre-planned next stage…
“This time, you will be allowed to come, as soon as you have accepted and put on your new objectified puppy-collar. This will mark both your transition into My foot-object, and your conversion into your ex’s lovable, obedient pet.
“It’s time for you to become EVERYTHING you ever wanted. So put your head up for a moment for me.”
With that, he started putting this black, leather collar around my neck…
“Oh yeah, it fits like a dream. And it looks sooooo dammmmmnnnnnn good on you. Maxxy obviously knew just what style and size you needed. He cannot wait to have you in His life again, just your roles and relationship which will be remarkably different this time…”
With that, my new Owner attached the collar, closed the clasp, and yanked the chain, pulling me firmly into His crotch area, at the very same moment that my🦴 could take no more. His perfect Alpha 🐍 entered into my mouth. The utter shock, the utter thrill, and the utter humiliation of it all, rolled into one. Now completely Owned, completely Controlled, and completely Powerless to resist…
He buried my puppy face into His crotch, as His python pushed deeply into my mouth, all the while continuing to push His soles firmly down onto my ‘man’hood, and He said:
“Come again for Me, foot-puppy-object. Come hard, all over My perfect Master Alpha Daddy paws again. Accept your place as Our cuckold, at My feet, let it ALL spill. Do it, do it now…now bark for Me as you inhale My scent and unload…”
He pulled his gigantic, throbbing serpent out from my mouth, and to my total surprise, shock, and possibly twisted yet blissful horror, all I could do was exactly as he just described. I barked!
And He pushed my face so there wasn’t one inch between it, His pulsating 🐍 and His general crotch area. I came all over His soles. He came all over my face. We both moaned in agonising joy.
I had no idea what completely had just happened over the course of the last hour and a half. But I knew my life had changed irreversibly and forever. I was at my new Daddy’s crotch, covered in His come, I had spent my entire seed all over His perfect, man-soles twice! And I had just signed a contract to give Him and my Ex my former house, while becoming His object, my Ex’s puppy, and their new cuck slave…
“Drown, puppy-object, drown in My Owner’s Seed, drown in your new reality, such a GOOD foot-object-puppy.
Our new lives together start NOW…”
