The million dollar view, the view the old man can’t get out of his head. So moist, so gummy and I haven’t even given you the dripping sloppy view yet. Watch me slather them up. You can imagine yourself inside them old man, but we both know you couldn’t handle it. My wrinkled, oiled soled would absolutely be the end of you.
It’s seriously entertaining how easily it is to toy with you. You are so desperate for my shoes and I know it. So what if I only allowed you one shoe? You would then be put in a worshipping competition with another footboy. I’d pit you two star crossed lovers against one other for the title of “Best Shoe Cleaner.”
But could you really miss out on both my shoes? Could you really let one of these gems go to another footboy? Aren’t YOU my number one?
I’ll have to charge you double for both of them but don’t worry though, I will keep the game going. I’ll let you compete with yourself. You’ll clean my shoes and send them back to me, a cycle we will continue until there is literally no shoe left to clean, so worn down and out. And then I will let you buy my anther pair to keep playing with my footboy’s devotion.
Forever in chastity, forever blue balled. And the only pleasure you’ll receive is from sniffing my worn socks and savoring my foot dust. Living the rest of your life under my lock and key worshipping my wrinkled soles and everything else that comes with my feet.
My feet own your cock.
One rule. Only when you see my bare feet do you cum. But as soon as that cum starts to hit the tip of your cock, you let go. A ruined orgasm for my perfect feet. You edge as I strip off my sneakers and socks and you cum when and only when my bare soles are in your face.
Alpha’s Foot Cuck
He’s on the phone and you’re at the foot of my bed. Don’t worry he’ll be home in an hour… but you’re not allowed to touch my feet until your master arrives. You listen to me describe what we plan to do with you at the foot of our bed until I hang up and let you come ever so close to my feet, waiting for master.