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If you can spare anything, folks, please do. In any case, reblog and help spread the word.

Electricity has been shut off for 2 months and nobody in the family can help us. All of our food went bad and we had to throw it out. This may be our last hope.

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"Well, look at you... on your knees, begging for Mistress Amber’s dirty workout socks. And it only took a single video! You should have seen your face looking at the screen: mouth open, eyes glazed, completely mindless before my feet... I couldn’t believe how easily you fell into a trance. 

And you know what the best thing is? The video wasn’t even meant to hypnotize you. I was going to let you sniff my soles until your brain turned into cheese... but I guess seeing all those slaves worshiping my gross gym socks was just too much for you. Deep down, I think you were always a foot freak...

You are now, at least. You probably don’t remember spending the night under my socked feet, sniffing... trapped in a daze... powerless before the sound of my voice... as I slowly turned you into my mindless, obedient foot slave!

And now... here you are. At the feet of a world cross country champion. Not bad. I do need someone to pamper my poor, tired, little feet and to wash my sweaty socks clean... why don’t we get started on both, hey, foot slave?”

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So, I started playing Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines... just one question: HOW CAN A BUGGY MESS OF A GAME BE THIS GOOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, JEANETTE IS THE BEST THING EVER, SQUEEEEE !!!11!!!

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It was a nightmare. It had to be. One minute, Jane was having fun at the club; the next minute, she was tied to a bedpost, with five sweaty toes shoved into her mouth. “This can’t be real...” she thought. “It just can’t!” 

It certainly felt real. There was a true, salty, musky taste to those feet. The soles were warm and smooth, the skin was almost pleasant to lick. Still, Jane could never shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Very, very wrong...

Maybe it was the fact she couldn’t open her eyes. Or even twitch a muscle. Her body just felt so heavy throughout the whole ordeal. Or maybe... it was that rush of pleasure she got every time a new, ‘fresh’ set of toes was inserted into her awaiting mouth.

At first, it was just like kissing her boyfriend. She felt so hot and fuzzy and loved... then, as the hours turned into days, the pleasure Jane got from sucking on toes became almost... orgasmic. Her whole body throbbed with excitement, her own toes curled up in ecstasy. She came a few times, there was no shame in saying that...

Yes, it felt just like a dream. Not a nightmare, after all... but a beautiful, sexy fantasy, that Jane would do anything to live out in real life. After she woke up... but for now, she would suck. And suck. And suck...

Lizzie smiled. It had been six whole days since she’d kidnapped her high school bully. And it couldn’t have turned out better! She blew all her savings on exotic designer drugs, just so she could watch Jane’s mind slowly melt under her chemically-infused soles. It was all so worth it!

She couldn’t wait to snap that bitch awake... look her in the eye, and inform her she is now addicted to feet. To her feet. Watch the horror in Jane’s face, as she realizes she is putty in Lizzie’s toes. "Shouldn’t have made me smell your feet in front of the whole school, hey?” she will say. 

“Please, Lizzie... no...” Jane will beg “I’m sorry!” But it will all be in vain. Lizzie will push her toes back into her mouth. And she will slowly slip back into a deep, drug-induced trance... dreaming of Lizzie’s beautiful, sweaty feet... completely unaware that she will never wake up again. 

It will be all just a dream.

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New post at 9 pm (GMT+1). The curse has been lifted! :D

You still alive? Haven't seen anything in a while

I am, indeed, alive. Sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while - due to a combination of work, writer’s block and extreme melancholy, I just haven’t been able to come up with anything worth jacking off to.

I *have* been trying to get back in the game, so perhaps you’ll get some new stuff soon. If not, just hang on tight! I would never leave you guys without a warning. Even if I had to come back from the dead in order to deliver it!

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You still alive? Haven't seen anything in a while

I am, indeed, alive. Sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while - due to a combination of work, writer’s block and extreme melancholy, I just haven’t been able to come up with anything worth jacking off to. I *have* been trying to get back in the game, so perhaps you’ll get some new stuff soon. If not, just hang on tight! I would never leave you guys without a warning. Even if I had to come back from the dead in order to deliver it!

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Love your captions and stories. Would you be able to do one where a ballerina hypnotises her nemesis using her pointe shoes, and uses her as a hypnotised foot slave? Thank you in advance, and keep up the incredible work

“Back and forth... back and forth. Your eyes are drawn to my shoes, like a moth to the flame...”

“Round... and round... a graceful spiral of beauty and perfection... taking you deeper and deeper under the spell of my dancing feet...”

“Yes, Nina... my feet are hypnotizing you. You can’t look away from them now. Even as your eyes are wanting to close... you must watch. Watch and obey... watch and obey.”

“I have danced in these shoes for days, Nina... can you imagine the smell? The taste? Of all that hard work? Just the thought of it makes you feel weak, doesn’t it?”

“Surrender to my feet, Nina. You belong to them now. Come, my slave... it’s time you got to know what your rival’s sweaty soles taste like. There's only 2 hundred people watching.”

Alexandra’s idea of a narrated choreography had made Nina jealous. She could never guess her rival would make a very special tape, just for her...

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BuzzFeet: Top 5 Moves EVERY Footnotist Needs To Know

Feetminist prodigy Kate Stinkson wiped the floor at the 2017 World Feet Games. One year later, she has became the youngest teacher in the National Academy of Footnosis’ history. We went ahead and asked Kate to name her favorite foot-based mind-control techniques...

No. 5 - Sole Sniffing Submission Hold

“This move is so simple, but it has carried me through most of my fights. All you need to do is find a way to throw your opponent on the ground, and once she’s down, use your soles to keep her pinned. Your arch should be pressed over her nose, so it makes a sort of ‘cup’ that forces her to breathe in your foot fumes.”

“If you spend much time exercising like me, your feet will release a lot of toxins and pheromones that can be used to hypnotize your opponents. Toekwondo is all about learning to use your feet’s natural powers to turn your rival into a willing foot slave.”

No. 4 - Mouth & Nose Double Toe Clamp

“This is another classic technique, which is much harder to pull off, but lots more powerful too. Basically, you have to hold the other person’s nose between your first and second toes, while also pushing your free foot into her mouth.

The logic here is, if your opponent holds her tongue out to breathe, she’ll be forced to lick your foot; and if she decides to breathe through her nose... well, let’s just say she better have some strong lungs to deal with your toe stench.”

“Personally, I think of this move as a finisher. It’s the end of a fight, you’ve been kicking your soles around for 15 minutes straight, your feet are hot and drenched in sweat. You manage to push your toes into your opponent’s mouth, you clamp down on her nostrils and watch her brain get melted by your cheesy hypno-feet.”

No. 3 - Reverse Heel Lock

“Putting your opponent under footnosis is all well and good, but unless you know how to defend yourself, you’re just going to end up licking the champion’s soles. For example, imagine you get knocked on the ground...

You’re most vulnerable when lying on your back, so your first priority should be to hold your breath and close your mouth immediately. This will prevent you from instantly falling under your enemy’s foot spell, and buy you enough time to push your own soles into her face!”

“You should try to hover your heels around her nostrils, as that part of the foot is particularly rich with hallucinogenic substances, and smelling it will cause your opponent to quickly forget what she’s doing.

While it might take some serious flexibility, this is an excellent counter for moves that require direct contact of her feet with your face (e.g. sole sniffing submission hold).”

No. 2 - North/South Tickling Position 

“As one of the few techniques that doesn’t involve smelling or tasting, this is the weapon of choice for a woman whose feet don’t stink. Personally, I do not have that problem, but I still find it very useful as a way to set-up complex moves.”

“You have to be lying belly down, with your toes pointed toward the opponent’s face. First, you sway your feet back and forth before her eyes, to induce a light trance and make sure she can’t escape from this position. Then, you press the obedience points of her soles. For the first 10 seconds after that, she will be do anything you say.”

“It’s often called the ‘north/south tickling position’, but that’s a misnomer. You do not actually have to tickle her feet. Best not to, in fact! I have seen tickling moves backfire when the victim started wiggling her toes out of instinct and ended up mesmerizing her attacker. Always know what you’re staring at!”

No. 1 - Sole Shock Induction

“On paper, this is the easiest move you could imagine. But in practice, this might well be hardest technique in all of Toekwondo. You need to hold your foot in front of your face while keeping direct eye-contact with your opponent. Then, hold up your hand and count down from 5 using your fingers...

Finally, shout ‘SLEEP!’ and turn your soles in the target’s direction. If performed correctly, this shock induction will instantly drop your opponent into a deep state of trance. Hypnofootologists are still not sure how it works. But it works.”

“I’m a smell-oriented fighter. Most people probably won’t believe that my favorite technique is a completely foots-off maneuver. Truth is, until last year, I thought this move was complete rubbish... it was only during the finals of the World Feet Games that I realized how wrong I was.”

“I was up against the former champion, a German girl named Martha. I am used to stinky feet, but my god! Hers were absolutely mind-melting. If I got less than 5 meters away from her, I could feel my lungs burning with her vinegary foot scent and something growing inside my mind... a strong desire to obey her soles...

I tried approaching her from three different angles, but all I managed to do was weakening myself by breathing wave after wave of her hypnotic foot odor. After a few minutes, I fell on my knees from exhaustion and Martha took the initiative. 

As she got closer and closer to me, I could see her soles with every step. They were caked in dirt and glistening with sweat... and I knew that, unless I could come up with a plan, she would be wiping them on my mouth very, very soon.

That’s when I remembered about this induction. My aunt Elizabeth taught it to me when I was a kid, but I had never used it before in my life. Now, it was my only hope. I held out my foot and locked eyes with Martha. I could already smell her feet. I counted down from 5... I closed my eyes... and yelled out the word.

When I opened my eyes again, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I saw Martha lying down on the ground less than 3 meters away from me, gazing into empty space with a trickle of drool coming off the side of her mouth. ‘It worked, I did it!’, I thought. And when Martha obeyed the command to smell her own feet, I knew I had won.

Martha fell unconscious from the stench of her own soles, and I became the new Toekwondo world champion. And never again did I underestimate the hypnotic power of anyone’s feet...”

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All hypnosis is self-hypnosis. As a clinical psychologist, Cassandra knew that she could lead any willing subject into a trance. As a cold and calculating witch, she knew the very mention of magic was all it took for an impressionable young woman to be reduced into her mindless, spellbound foot slave...

Such was the fate of Mary, the superstitious altar girl. When Cassandra, known to the whole parish as a devil worshiper and a sorceress, appeared at her door asking to come in for a glass of wine and some conversation, Mary was inches away from pulling the cross on her neighbor’s face.

Despite this, her duty as a Christian compelled Mary to welcome Cassandra into her house with open arms. Something the poor girl would soon come to regret... 

Cassandra was a surprisingly nice guest (for a witch, that is). After a couple of minutes, Mary began to think the rumors surrounding her new friend had been greatly exaggerated. That was, until Cassandra demanded help to take off her black high heels.

“Binding demons is so exhausting... my feet need a real slave’s attention right now.” she explained, shameless and provocative. Mary’s heart pounded against her chest - it was all true, after all. This woman was nothing more than a wicked enchantress, an agent of Satan! And Mary had just invited her into her home.

She even felt a bit dizzy. “Did she cast a spell on me?!” Mary thought to herself. And just then, she realized - she couldn’t take her eyes off Cassandra’s feet. Just the sight of her plump, red painted toes seemed to have magnetizing effect on her mind... 

“You look a bit tired, Mary. Why don’t you take off my shoes, so we can both get comfortable?” Cassandra suggested, swinging her left foot back and forth before Mary’s stupefied gaze. And so she did.

The gentle sway of Cassandra’s toes immediately sent Mary into a complete state of relaxation. The witch’s sultry voice echoed from deep inside her head, as if her words were already there. Soon enough, Mary found herself kneeling before Cassandra and taking her big, beautiful foot into her hands...

The woman’s soles were smooth and warm to the touch. Mary could barely hold them up - her palms were just too small for it. From six inches away, Mary could already feel the hot, rich scent rising up from between her toes. Cassandra’s feet were soft and voluptuous, perfectly proportionate and pleasantly pungent... in a word, the witch’s feet were heaven. And Mary was in absolute love with them.

“That’s it, Mary... let go of your inhibitions. You know you cannot resist the power of my hypnotic soles!” Cassandra smiled, realizing it was too late for Mary now. 

The young girl knew what was happening, and she knew she could fight it, any time she wanted. But she didn’t want to fight it. She wanted to be completely mesmerized and enslaved. She held Cassandra’s feet up to her lips and allowed their magic to wash over her mind.

“Listen to me, Mary - hear me and obey. You are falling under my foot spell...” Mary took a deep breath. The sharp, musky scent of Cassandra’s soles sent waves of pleasure down her spine. “So deep under my feet’s hypnotic control...” She could feel the bottom of her soles radiate with unholy energy, slowly taking over her muscles, her bones, her veins and, finally, her mind.

“Your soul is being erased...” Yes. “My soles are all you care about now...” Yes.  “My wish is your only command...” Yes! “You are now my mindless, spellbound foot slave.” Oh, yes, yes, yes! 

She was her mindless, spellbound foot slave! She wanted nothing more than to worship and obey her feet! She had been born to serve Goddess Cassandra and to grovel meekly at her soles! She loved Goddess Cassandra and she loved Goddess Cassandra’s toes! She was her mindless, spellbound foot slave!

Cassandra smiled with glee as Mary planted the first loving kisses on her new goddess’s feet. The full-time psychologist, part-time foot witch sat on her slave’s couch, sipping on her glass of wine and meditating on what a good life decision that course at the National Academy was. In her servile trance, Mary was left to worship her mistress’s succulent feet, as of yet unaware of Cassandra’s plan to enslave her whole parish, and the key role Mary would play in it.

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According to utilitarian ethics, using your mind-control powers would not only be a completely moral act, it would actually be a moral obligation (even if you didn’t use them to secure world peace). 

If you would make it so your slaves were happier being slaves than free-minded people, you would be maximizing the total well-being of those individuals. Your action would have a net positive effect on society, therefore.

Hypothetically, you could even plunge the entire planet into war and famine - as long as Humanity were deriving more pleasure, both carnal and intellectual, from obeying you, it would still be a moral action. 

And that, kids, is why philosophy is messed up.

If you woke up one day with with the power of mind control would you fulfill your perverse desires or show more restraint?

I’m ashamed to say that I’d probably fulfil my perverse desires. Within a week I’d probably have turned a number of my favourite celebrities and a few ladies I know into my my mindless obedient fuckdolls. But on the other hand I’d also be using my mind control powers to secure world peace, fight crime and protect the environment. So… Yay? I guess?

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Growing up as a secret foot fetishist, your cousin Jenny’s feet had been the holy grail of your teenage fantasies. But after many elaborate ploys to lick her soles, including a fake Cosmopolitan article which described the supposed benefits of foot worship to women’s body image, you just gave up on ever getting a taste of Jenny’s succulent toes. They became an artifact of legend.

A decade later, your cousin had grown up to become a generic gamer girl, and you had found your future in the noble art of RPG development. It seemed like a match made in heaven - yet truth be told, Jenny never cared about your games. No... not until Elder Soles 6 came out.

When you arrived at Jenny’s house with a very special copy of your new game, your pants were a bit moister than usual. She didn’t seem too excited to play it, but you knew she couldn’t decline... you were literally itching as you watched her walk over to her PS4, boot up the game and kick her big, juicy feet up on a stool.

“What should I do?” she asked, staring at the main title screen with a strangely mystified look. “Just hit ‘play’. The game will sort everything else out for you...” you replied, smiling ominously as you saw her reaction to the opening cutscene: ‘look at my toes... look at my toes... look at my toes!’ said the evil Foot Queen, putting the innocent Princess under her obedient foot spell.

Five hours had passed. Jenny was deeply immersed in the last mission of her epic quest - to bring the mythical Sandals of Chu-Le into the Foot Queen’s lair and use their own ungodly stench to snap the Princess out of her trance! She was so focused on the game, it almost seemed like her soul had been sucked into the console...

When her character’s toes wiggled, so did Jenny’s. When the Foot Queen’s slaves stuck their wretched soles in the heroine’s face, Jenny flinched and held her breath with her. And when she finally tried to shove the Demon Mistress of Stink’s sandals into the Princess’s face, she too was overwhelmed by the Foot Queen’s final gambit... to destabilize the Sandals’ stink-energy and release a wave of mind-melting foot odour to consume Humanity!

As the screen faded to black, Jenny was left staring into the void. Almost as if... she were in a trance! A devilish smirk took over your face. So many days of hard work, weaving layer after layer of subliminal messaging and covert footnosis into your game, and it all paid off! For Jenny’s brain believed she was just another character in the game and as mankind fell into eternal foot servitude, so did your cousin.

Once the final cutscene had played out, Jenny was no longer an average female gamer. She was a brainwashed foot slut of King Id’s harem, destined to bear her beautiful, thick soles for her master and to please him with each and every one of her toes. She was destined to forever obey her Master’s commands. And you were her Master...

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Yes.

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For the longest time, you kept finding yourself at the bottom of Lizzie’s feet. You never seemed to remember what you were doing down there, except that it left a funny taste in mouth... as well as a certain moisture in and around your pants.

When people started addressing you by the name ‘Foot Licker’, you began to suspect something was very much off. And yet, your new friend never looked surprised to see you kneeling at her soles...

It was only after you mustered up the nerve to ask Lizzie about your little, er... predicament that you truly realized what was going on. Never looking away from her phone, she slowly explained to you the events of the previous two months.

You were perplexed. From day you’d met, Lizzie had been secretly hypnotizing you, each sentence of her texts carefully worded to crush your mind’s defenses and make you fall deep under her spell.

After all this time, a few words was all it took to drop you into a trance. If Lizzie was bored, she could just mention her poor, tired feet to you... and like a good pup, you’d come crawling over to her, mindless and eager to worship Goddess Lizzie’s huge, soft, smelly soles!

And you weren’t the only one. In the few weeks since she had moved in town, Lizzie had already turned a dozen more people - her friends and colleagues - into brainwashed foot slaves. Each with their own trigger word, just one text message away from doing her bidding... completely unaware of the power that Lizzie held over their mind.

You couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. For a moment, you felt like lashing out. But then, you heard Lizzie say something... two words: foot, licker. And just like that, a gentle wave of obedience and bliss washed over your mind. 

Your muscles relaxed, your eyes felt heavy, and for a second, your legs moved of their own accord. You were kneeling when you looked up to Lizzie’s face: but all you could seem to focus on was her feet.

Her long soles seemed so perfect, all of a sudden. So worthy of being worshiped and obeyed. With pure lust, you dragged your tongue over her arches - the taste of her feet was simply divine! 

It didn’t matter that Lizzie had taken advantage of your weak brain to hypnotize you. It didn’t matter she had total control over your thoughts and actions. It didn’t even matter that you’d spend the rest of your life obeying her beautiful, goddess-like soles! All it mattered was that Lizzie was your Mistress - and you were her obedient foot licker.

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Hey there! I really like your work, but raceplay makes me extremely uncomfortable. Do you plan on reblogging everything from your race-focused account to this one, or will that stop soon?

Don't worry, Anon. I've been reblogging those posts to make sure anyone's who's interested will have the chance to follow my new blog. Since I already have 10 posts over there, I probably won't reblog any more of them. Thanks for the feedback!

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“Hey, girl, what’s the deal?! Why didya pull me over?”

“The deal, ma’am, is - you were driving 45 miles per hour on a 30 miles per hour road! I need to see your driver’s license, please.”

“Oh, is that right? Lil’ honkie hoe…” “Yes, ma’am, that is right. And if you keep acting smart, I might have to take you for a little ride in the patrol car…”

“Well, ain’t ya lucky, white girl… I have exactly what you lookin’ for!” 

“Ma’am, what are you doing?!” “Oh, nothin’. Just slippin’ off my sandals…” 

“Ma’am… ma’am!  Stop it right there… I’m warning yo-” “I have all you need to know right here, Officer… on the bottoms of my sweaty black soles!”

“M-ma’am… by Title VII of the Black Feet Act… *sniff* … you are committing a federal foot crime! I am placing you under arrest for the charges of attempted footnosis… *sniff*... and failure to obey a police order. Please lower your soles… and s-surrender peacefully! *sssnnnifff*”

“Nice try. *giggles* On your knees, white hoe!”

“N-no! I… I have been trained for this. Your… feet… don’t… control… me!”

”Oh, really? Is that why you were smelling ‘em just now? Cuz you aren’t footnotized?…”

“Yes, Mistress, I am not footnotized… *sssnnifff* I mean - NO! I am footnotized! I mean, YES. I mean, NO. I mean… *snnnniiifff*”

(Oh my god… the smell’s already melting her brain! She’ll believe anything I tell her!) “Don’t worry, ma’am, I get it. Say, Officer… have you heard about Title V of the White Slave Act?”

“What? No, I… I can’t think right now. *ssnniiifff* I need to focus on your feet… r-resisting your feet!”

“That’s okay, Officer! You just need to know that, as a white policewoman, you’re obliged to sniff a black woman’s soles on request.” “That’s… that’s not true. *sniff* I… am… not… your… *sniff*… foot… slave!”

“Oh c’mon, Officer. Would a girl with such a beautiful pair of soft… tasty… powerful-smelling… ebony soles lie to you?” “N-no…” “Then get on your knees and smell my feet!” “But… but!” “Or should I accuse you of resisting footnosis?”

“N-no, ma’am. You’re right… it’s my duty to smell your feet! *sniff sniff* I’m so sorry, ma’am… I should have never tried to resist the spell of your perfect ebony soles! *sniff* I must protect and serve black feet! Please, ma’am… can I smell between your toes? *sssssnnnnniiiiiffff*”

“Go right ahead… white hoe.”

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i’m not a woman but i’ve been edging myself to this blog for a good 10 minutes now and i feel amazing 🤤❤️ so glad i finally found a foot hypnosis blog ❤️

“Aww, you poor thing! It must be really hard to read Edward’s blog, knowing you will never be brainwashed into becoming a mindless, obedient, sole-licking, toe-sucking, shoe-sniffing foot slave... 

Don’t worry - I’ve been on my feet all day long, and myfootnotizedsecretary here is going to take a sweet, long time to clean off all that sweat. You can jerk off all you want. Just remember: if you cum before Master Edward comes by to say ‘thank you’, I might be forced to use my footnotic powers on you...”

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Hi, do you do story requests?

Yup. Whether I write them or not is dependent on a) how lazy I am, b) how lazy I am and c) how lazy I am. Also, d) how hot your request is. :P