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[iammark60]

[iammark60]

So when I asked you to go out for a couple drinks after work did you think you were going to find yourself on your knees at my sweaty socked feet? LOL As if I'd really want to hang out with you. It was fucking embarrassing being seen in the bar with a faggot, that'll never happen again. From now on we'll come straight to your place and you can mix me a drink while I sit back and relax and you massage and worship my sweaty socked feet. Yeah it's humiliating but you know what? faggots deserve to be humiliated. So go and pour me a bourbon on the rocks and then get your hands on my sweaty socked feet and massage them real good they get sore laced up tight in my dress shoes at work all day. You know what? Kiss them too. That'll be a good way to keep your mindset in the right place. Yeah, this is going to be real nice, every Friday after work I'll come over and relax from a hard week's work while you do your job, faggot.

[iammark60]

"I'm busy watching the game, shut the fuck up and massage my soccer socked feet, they only smell a little because I've only worn them today playing a match but you take what you can get faggot."

[iammark60]

Stupid fucking faggot like we don't see you sitting and staring at us everyday fucking perv. Y'know what? Get in front of me and get on your knees and untie my sneakers with your teeth. And don't get the laces all wet with your diseased fag saliva. Then when you get them off, you're going to lay your head down on the bench and I'm going to use your face as my footstool and I don't change my socks that often and they smell pretty rank from skateboarding and all day. Stupid bitch, you're getting away easy this time. If you keep coming back, it's going to be even worse, and I'm going to bring the other guys in on it too, fagtard.

[iammark60]

You moved into a new apartment building much closer to work so you were excited, you wouldn't have to spend so much time in traffic every morning. There was a college aged guy who lived next door with his father. He figured out you were a fag from the first time he saw you. So he started coming over whenever he wanted to. He told you to keep the door unlocked at all times. He'd come in and drink your beer, eat your food, stream movies, and game while he used your face as his footstool. After the first time, you said to yourself you weren't going to let him do that to you ever again. And when he came the second time and you told him no and to get out, he beat the shit out of you and still used your face as a footstool while you laid there black and blue and cried. You couldn't afford to move out, you'd put all your savings down on first, last, and security rent. So this was your life now, being the fag bitch footstool face to the hot university stud next door anytime he came over and always without notice.

[iammark60]

Definitely got me with those feet master

[iammark60]

Lucky faggot

[iammark60]

I’m always ready to kiss their feet and grovel in front of them. It is my place, just as their place is to rule over me.

[iammark60]

Staying with your high school friend for a week and his college bro, back home on break, is already teasing you with his meaty foot propped up on the table. Him jogging your memory about all those times through your junior high when he made you his foot rest. How could you forget as he was the one who instigated your foot fetish to begin with? Him resting his feet on your shoulders or chest, if you were lying on the floor, designating you as his personal footstool. Becoming more dominant and moving his feet to your face, forcing you to smell them despite your efforts to get away. You, acting weak at times and letting him winand just taking it, letting him overwhelm with his foot odor with little resistance. Now, with this arrogant gesture, you see he hasn’t changed his dominant tendency much at all. You try to remain cool and collected and respond,” Yeah, I remember. I was always trapped on the floor under your big feet. Felt like the footrest whenever we were all watching tv.”  You hear your friend and his parents come down the hallway, bringing groceries in, and see him quickly remove his foot. He gets up and leans in toward you, covertly saying,” You WERE my footrest every time you were over and YOU did like it. You probably still do as you haven’t been able to take your eyes off my feet since I’ve arrived. Don’t worry, if you want them in your face again, I expect you on the floor being my footrest.” He claps you on the shoulder, adding cockily,” I’ll get ‘em nice and smelly for you too.” He heads up the stairs to his bedroom. You literally can’t wait to be foot smothered by him again and hopefully will get to suck his toes. It’s going to be a great week getting reacquainted with his big feet. 

[iammark60]

[iammark60]

Please put them on my face

[iammark60]

"I won’t stop when you’re hurt. I’ll stop when I see panic in your eyes and your body twitching like it wants out but can’t escape.

[iammark60]

Being grounded means anyone in the family can give wedgies, take your pants, or bring you to stepdad for a spanking.

[iammark60]

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