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The chair itself was already pretty heavy, but I think I probably could have lifted it on it’s own. He put it down on top of my body, and I felt it’s weight, but I didn’t feel completely trapped. That was before he sat down though. Athletic guys like him have a lot of muscle weight, so with him in the chair there was no way for me to escape. As long as he decided to sit there above me I was going to be trapped beneath him. Not that I could see him from down below. I could turn my head left or right and see his feet, I could look up at his hairy legs, but as long as he leaned back in the chair I couldn’t see him. He spread his legs, the way guys do, so his feet were both out of reach of my tongue and nose. I grunted and involuntarily tried to move towards the nearest foot, but I couldn’t. I was pressed into place to the point where I couldn’t even wiggle. “Please Sir,” I found myself helplessly begging. He sighed with irritation, “What are you babbling about now?” He placed a foot on top of my face and I moaned into the warm, sweaty sole. I heard him chuckle, “Well that shut you up quick, didn’tit?”
I grunted with pleasure, feeling a shudder rush through my restrained body. I nodded my head forward into his foot: kissing it, inhaling it. I tried to answer his question, but the only thing that came out was a muffled, “Oom-meh-uh,” as my tongue extended to try and get ataste.
“Did I say you could taste?” He pressed his foot down into my face and used his leverage to shake my head from side to side, “No I did not. Do me a favor and keep your pathetic mouth closed until I say otherwise. I don’t really want to listen to you talk, and I don’t need a surprise wetness between my toes. Just,” He lifted up his other foot so it could share my face, “try to channel being a silent footstool for now.” I breathed heavily in through my nose and tried to concentrate on holding still. I listened as he turned on a show he knew I didn’t like. The thought of complaining passed through my head, but I concentrated on being a footstool. Footstools didn’t complain about the shows men choose to watch, so I kept my mouth shut. A single deep breath of his warm, slightly damp socks reassured me that I was makingthe right decision.
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I can’t believe I just did it again. Again, when I felt for sure that last time would be the last time. I am a first string varsity senior. They are a bunch of freshmen back benchers. Why the fuck does this keep happening? It’s like they have me hypnotized or something and it’s just not fair. It’s not fair that they can call me a cocksucker, and it just makes me want to suck their cocks. It really stinks that they can just tell me I’m a fart face and then I actually get a throbbing boner when they fart in my face. I hate that they can just mention I’m a bootlicker or a total doormat, and suddenly my tongue is cleaning the bottom of their cleats. Today they called me limp dick before they left, and now I’m soft and have the worst feeling that I won’t be able to get in my after practice nut tonight. I don’t understand it. Why do their words have so much power? How can a few freshmen manifest what they say into my reality? They can’t really just say the words “limp dick” to me and give me a dick that stays limp, can they? What happens if they call me a “butt lick” or a “urinal” like they were discussing whenthey walked away?
I’m not really going to lick their butt cracks, am I? Not after they take their after-practice dump! And I’m not about to act as a drain for them to piss into? Both of those things would be so disgusting. There is no way those idiot little freshmen could have the power tomake me do that.
No…no no no. That is definitely not happening. This was definitely the last time! When they show up tomorrow I’m just not going to be here. I am absolutely not going to give them the opportunity to turn me into a butt lick. I mean, yeah, I told myself I wouldn’t be here today either and I was. And, I mean, it does make me nervous that they repeatedly remind me how scared little wimps that don’t show up always piss their pants in the cafeteria. Fuck, is pissing my pants in front of all those people really better than licking dirty freshmen ass? Is it better than privately swallowing freshmen piss down my throat? Am I really going to have the will power to accept publicly soaking my pants every day until I show up and let them torment me again? Shit, I shouldn’t have to make a choice like that, because this shouldn’t be happening! But the truth is that I know it, and they know it: today definitely wasn’t the last day. This is going to keep happening again and again until they decide I’ve had enough. I might as well accept it and give in. After all, that’s gotta be better than literally pissing away my reputation in front of tons of people. Especially because if that humiliation forces me to break down and come back, I shudder to think what they might say to me that will then become my new reality.Source: paxton54
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I don’t know anything about him, not even his name. If I hadn’t given him my ID to look over, he’d have no way to know my name either. In fact, it’s not exactly clear if he even remembers my name, seeing as he has never used it. He calls me “doormat”, “bootlicker, “worm”, or any other name that seems appropriate at the time. Whatever he chooses to call me, he always makes sure that it’s painfully accurate so I have no way to tell myself that I’m not exactly what he says I am. Not that he ever really talks that much. After all, how much could a guy like him have to say to filth like me? On the flip side, the only words I’ve ever said to him are “yes”, “no”, and “Sir”. I’m only allowed to speak when he asks me a direct question, and he does that sparingly. Instead, he mostly just gives me orders, and as long as I do what I’m told there’s no need for me to announce “yes Sir”. The truth is, I’m not even sure what he gets out of it. I mean, surely he could have anyone be his doormat. Why in the world would he choose me? Even as I looked up at him scrolling through his phone he just looked bored. He ignores me completely, so I can never even fathom why I’m here. “Hello?” He lifted his phone to his ear. His voice was so beautiful, even his greeting sounded like music. He laughed, “Nothing important, just down in the park…” He laughed again, “Yeah man, how did you know? Uh-huh, I’d say two or three more sessions and it’ll be ready.” He looked down at me, and I caught his eyes. He was talking about me, I could tell that he was, but I had no idea who he was talking to. My inferior boner throbbed at the fact that this superior man above me actually talked about me to other people. I didn’t know what I wasn’t ready for, but I knew that I wanted to be. I tried to tell him that I wanted to deserve whatever came next using only my eyes, but I’m not sure he really got the message. “Uh huh,” He continued to smile down on me, “yeah. For sure bro for sure.” His laughter rang magically in my ears, “Hell yeah, don’t you know it.” He looked up across the park, but continued to have me lick his shoe, “No problem bro, you know I’m always happy to help. I’ll be sure to let you know as soon as it’s ready.” He removed his foot and bent down towards me, holding out his phone before asking loudly, “Hey bootlicker, are you anything more than Isay you are?”
“No Sir,” I answered loudly. “Do you want to be everything I say you are, even if I say you’re a limp dick, butt munching, shit head?” He smirked. “Yes Sir,” I shouted again, even as I shivered at the idea of how he might make taunts like those true. He turned his phone around and ended the call, offering my tongue his other shoe as he went back to scrolling, now with a smirk plastered on his face. My boner throbbed as I thought about how many different questions I had at that moment. I wondered who he was, who his friend on the phone was, and what he was getting me ready for… But instead of feeling like the kind of guy that could express my questions out loud I felt only like a bootlicker, so I did nothing more than lick his shoe. Source: feet-supremebully
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“So you’re dirt?” He looked skeptical. Despite his uncertainty, “Sir yes Sir I am dirt Sir,” were the truest words I had ever spoken. “If I stepped on your head, what would you do?” “Nothing Sir,” I assured him, “because I am dirt Sir.” “I could step on you, sit on you, like any other patch of ground?” I shivered but still confirmed, “Sir yes Sir, I am dirt Sir.” He shook his head, “And what if I was sitting on you, like the patch of ground you say you are, and decided to rip ass?” “I’d sniff it silently Sir,” I insisted, “the ground doesn’t care how good or bad your ass smells Sir. It is the ground, and you can sit on it whenever you want Sir. I don’t get a say because I amjust dirt Sir.”
He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, “When we’re out here the guys and I spit on the dirt, we piss on it, how would you feel aboutthat?”
I didn’t even have to think before answering, “I’d feel like dirt Sir, because I am dirt Sir.” “You realize that dirt doesn’t need anything, it doesn’t want anything, and men can do whatever they want with dirt?” I felt so sure when I answered him, “Sir yes Sir, I am dirt Sir.” He pushed himself up off the ground, “You’re truly filthy, you know?” He stepped forward and put a shoe on my head, “You’re dirt. Now remember, you can’t talk unless someone talks to you. I’ll make sure the guys know exactly what you are. And one last time: what are you?” All I could do was mumble the truth into his shoe, “Sir I am dirtSir.”
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It’s not fair. It’s just not fair that he can overpower me using only a foot. He shouldn’t have that kind of authority. He doesn’t deserve to have that much control. He shouldn’t be able to defy my “suggestions”, no matter how much I want to argue, simply bywiggling his toes.
“Please…” I ached for him to just do what I asked, but he shookhis head.
“No,” He informed me, “you’re going to do it.” “But…” I started to protest. He raised his finger, “I said you’re going to fucking do it forme.”
My jaw dropped slightly, as I marveled at the truth: he has more power in a single finger than I have in my whole body. I licked my lips, and tried to look away, but all I did was reassess his foot. It was so unfair that I couldn’t help but to admit, “Yeah, you’re right, I should do it for you.” He nodded with certainty, “Yeah, you should. It was wrong of you to even ask me to do it. Don’t you agree?” “I agree,” I flushed with the embarrassment of my effortless defeat, “I should never have expected you to take out the trash, that’s clearly my job.” “Your job,” He sighed with a hint of exasperation, “is to do whatever I say. My job is to kick back and relax. Do we really need to go through this all again?” “Again?” I shivered with fear, “No…uh…we…we don’t need to go through it again. I get it.” He sounded annoyed, “You don’t get it. If you got it you wouldn’t be speaking to me with such a lack of respect. You also wouldn’t be asking if I can take the garbage out. In fact, you’d be asking to do more of my chores. For instance, when you walked in here to so rudely insinuate that I should take out the trash, what was the first thing you noticed?” I didn’t want to answer, but I felt obliged to confess, “I noticed a lot of your dirty clothes lying around.” “Look at my foot,” He demanded, “now look at me: did you offer to tidy up my room?” “No,” I groaned as I realized how good it would’ve felt to see his room all cleaned up. “Did you offer to do my laundry?” He pushed. I gasped with disbelief that I had actually managed to miss an opportunity to sniff his dirty gym clothes. “No, I…uh…” I looked from foot to finger, “Please can I pick up your room and then do your laundry?” He pointed with his free hand, “Kiss my foot.” Before I even knew what I was doing my lips connected with his powerful sole. I shuddered with unexpected arousal and felt myself start to get hard. He didn’t discourage me, so I leaned in and kissed his foot again. “Stop,” He ordered, and I found myself stopping immediately, “you definitely need a refresher.” He looked so disappointed as he stared down at me, “Today’s lesson is going to be a full body experience. Go run and get your cock restrainer, nipple leads, ball reinforcer, tongue clip, and ass control plug. Once you’re all attached we’ll start with some audio and visual information before ramping up the physical sensations. As always, the pain you receive from incorrect responses and the pleasure you receive from correct responses will be double yesterday’s lesson, but since you’re one day away from the maximum settings I expect tomorrow we won’t need to go through this again. “Yes Sir,” I found myself nodding even as I began moving towards the door so I could retrieve everything on his list, “I’ll make sure to learn my lesson Sir.” I was really kicking myself for needing another refresher. I was certain that tomorrow I would not befailing him again.
“Oh, and uh,” He smirked a little at me as I stopped in my tracks to catch his every word, “take out the trash for me, will you?” My cock leaked at his arrogance. I groaned, but knew that I had to reply, “Yes Sir,” with a quick nod. Fuck…the power he had over me just wasn’t fair.superior status
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“How…” My voice failed me and I swallowed hard, “how did you guys find me here?” His friend shook his head, “See, I told you he was too stupid tofigure it out.”
He sighed, “This facility that you’ve so conveniently committed yourself to in your attempt to get away from us, it actually exists for men like us. We are the ones that put the idea in your head that this would be a good place to come and relax. The funny thing is, relieving all that stress you feel trying to resist us is exactly what being here for a few weeks will do. The professionals here will teach you how relaxing backing down can be, how pleasurable giving in is, how avoiding conflict with men like us avoids all the stress of fighting back. We’re here to provide an initial assessment of what kind of…treatment…you need, and after that the anxiety relief canbegin.”
My heart was pounding as I looked about in fear. This room had a balcony, but we were too high up for me to make an escape, and the door to the hallway had a big red light that meant it was locked. To unlock it I would need to have a card like the ones around their necks, and unfortunately no one had given me one of those. “You’re wondering if you can escape,” His friend observed, “but you know that you can’t. Plus, if you even tried, that would only make your situation worse. ‘Outbursts or attempting to break facility property will cause time to be added on to your stay’,remember?”
“Such an instinct for bad behavior,” Now he was shaking his head too, “isn’t that how you ended up here? At least now you’ll finally learn your lesson. This urge to resist authority that you have just doesn’t pay.” I was flabbergasted, “Please,” my voice shook in terror, “thisisn’t right.”
“No,” He sighed, “what isn’t right is your attitude and behavior. It isn’t natural and you know it. Stop fighting your true nature and just give in already.” “Speaking of giving in,” His friend’s lip raised into a silent, intimidating snarl, “he hasn’t greeted us properly, has he?” “Nope,” He chuckled, “but don’t worry, every second it takes him to kiss both of our shoes is another hour he has to spend here. Same for the time he spends on his feet. With that double penalty he’s up to almost 3 extra days.” His friend continued to shake his head, “Well then, he better get to it. After all he has to kiss both feet on both of us and he hasn’t even started begging for us to lower our shoes below dick heightyet.”
He shrugged, “Clearly he wants to be here so much that he doesn’t mind staying an extra couple of weeks.” My panic was overwhelming, and I saw nothing I could do but collapse down at their feet. “Please!” I cried out as I rapidly kissed the two shoes that I could reach, “please let me kiss both of your shoes down beneath you were I belong.” “Better,” He graciously lowered his shoe to the floor, “I expect that level of enthusiasm later when you ask to kiss our butts on theway out.”
“Next time,” His friend lowered his shoe as well, “you’ll be better prepared to give us exactly what we want.” I shivered as my lips urgently made contact with all the shoes I could reach, twice for good measure, and I knew that I’d never be able to resist giving in to them again…serving his friend
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There’s just something about me, isn’t there? Something about me that signals to you that I am better. Something that makes you weak in the knees, like it’s your natural instinct to kneel and kiss my shoes. In fact, go ahead, give in. Go on and kiss my superior shoe. That’s it, there you go. Bend down and press your lips to that shoe. Feels right, doesn’t it? Why don’t you go ahead and kiss it again? Just, make 100% sure about how it makes you feel. Yeah, it’s surprising, isn’t it? You didn’t expect those emotions to be so strong, did you? What is it about me, do you think, that makes kissing my shoe feel that way? Hard as you try you just can’t put your finger on it, huh? Even as that feeling forces you to kneel before me, because standing just doesn’t feel right anymore, you can’t exactly figure out why the desire to respect and appreciate me is so strong. That’s it, don’t worry, drop all the way to your knees. It’s not right to stay standing in front of a guy like me. You definitely have to kneel and show the proper respect. You know it: I deserve it. I belong sitting up here and you belong on your knees, down there. Now, crawl forward and kiss my other shoe. You didn’t think kissing one shoe could carry with it such strong feelings of being inadequate and beneath me, but as soon as your lips connect with my other shoe I’m sure that feeling will double. Is it because you’ve kissed two shoes instead of one? Is it because you’re half as tall kneeling before me, your superior? Well, whatever is causing it, I think you’ll find kissing my other shoe overwhelms you in a way you neverexpected it to.
Hell yeah, that’s the stuff. Don’t feel bad, it’s impossible to kiss that shoe just once. Go ahead and close your eyes, you can kiss that shoe again and again. That feeling is really flooding your brain now, isn’t it? It’s intense, it’s addictive, a single dose of kissing my shoes is definitely not enough. Okay, okay, take a breather. Go ahead and back off, don’t make me kick you. That’s right, I know it’s hard to stop, I know you want to keep going real bad. Just look at my shoes, really stare at them, feel your need for them growing more and more unbearable. It’s an itch you have to scratch, a hole you have to fill. Kissing my feet feels awesome, because it is awesome, and because you know that I am awesome. You can admit now that I’m better than you, even if you can’t really figure out why. I’m so much better than you, you know everything I say just has to be the truth. Go ahead, kiss that first shoe again. Touch your lips to the fabric around my feet, lose yourself in how overwhelmingly good it feels, and listen carefully to everything I’m about to say…superior status
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I need some advice. I’m currently wearing a chastity cage and I’m struggling with scrolling through social media and getting more and more horny at each hot guy. How do I find release of any kind despite not being able to touch my dicklit?FAGSWORSHIPALPHAS4
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Maybe you don’t understand the purpose of the cage locked around your dicklet. The cage is supposed to keep you from achieving orgasm. Is that clear enough? If you want some release, learn to get it through your pussy instead. Either that, or stop stimulating your sex drive with Internet porn! Chastity is supposed to retrain your mind and way of life. Cooperateand learn!
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“And what exactly do you think you’re doing?” He pressed his thumb to his phone and I received a punishing jolt from the metal plugsecured in my ass.
“Sir I…” I started to say, but he pressed the button again. “On your knees,” He demanded, punishing me again, “bow at my feet. You are always beneath me. You don’t stand while I sit.” I collapsed to the floor and the punishment in my ass stopped. He gave me one extra jolt to get me scurrying to his feet. I started to kiss his shoes, bowing my head in reluctant respect. He sighed, “That’s right, my dick is always above you. Forget that, and I punish your stupid ass. You see me stand, you kneel. If I sit, you crawl. In my presence you are never ever on your feet.” “Yes Your Highness,” I groveled into his shoe, “I’m sorryYour Majesty.”
“Yeah, that’s better,” He sighed, “you should be sorry, but I’m not sure I believe your apology. Just to make sure you’re sincere, I think it’s time for another reinforcement session,” He pressed the button, punishing my ass, “as always we start with negative reinforcement as punishment for needing this reminder. Are you above me or beneath me?” “I am beneath you, Your Majesty,” I assured him, and my cock cage vibrated until I moaned in reward. He removed his foot from my lips and placed it on my head, “You are a doormat. Don’t forget it. Now tell me, do you think my shitstinks?”
“No Sir…” I started to say, but was met with harsh punishment. “Insincere,” He insisted, “you will wipe my ass for me later as punishment. Is my piss delicious?” “No Sir…” I tried the truth this time, but was met with an even higher intensity of punishment. He removed his foot from my head and stood up from the chair. He kept me in pain until he had fully risen to his feet, “How dare you imply there is something wrong with the taste of my piss. Follow me, you will be my urinal for the rest of your time here as punishment foryour insult.”
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“Shit,” He shook his head as he scrolled a little farther, “this shit is fucked up. I mean,” He lifted up his body and scooted his ass down towards me, “the way you were talking I imagined something much worse, but I can see why you were embarrassed. Like, be honest…” He lifted his legs up into the air, “if I do this do you think about fucking me?” “No,” I gulped,”not really.” He adjusted his thick but flaccid cock so that it was almost pointing directly at me, then continued to scroll. His feet fell back down so he wasn’t putting on as much of a display, but he used the added support as leverage to stretch his shorts over his shaft. He sighed and shook his head, “Dude, your recent DMs…” My heart pounded, “No wait! Don’t read those! I…” He clicked his tongue and flashed me a look that caused me to immediately shut my mouth. He looked back at the screen and scrolled a little more, “Sheesh, would you talk to this guy like that?” He nodded down at the conversation he was reading, “I mean, what do you even think about when you see me showing off my uh…” he scrolled, “dirtiest crevice?” A shiver ran down my spine as he pulled the words directly from me, “Sniffing it…” I confessed, “licking it.” He glanced at me, then back at the screen. He shook his head again, but that didn’t stop him from lifting his ass up into the air, pushing his legs a little farther apart, scrunching his face in concentration and forcing out a fart. It was long, it was loud, and when he finished he used his hand to wave it over in my direction without looking up from the screen. “I can see your dick,” I blurted out without thinking. “My dick?” A small smirk formed on his face, “You mean you actually want to suck my big fat cock even after I just ripped that smelly ass fart? Or is it…” He scrolled, “that you want me to…piss on your head with it? Or…” His smirk grew a little bigger, “just make you watch while I take a piss in the toilet, and then give you a swirly when I flush because you, and I quote, ‘would be begging me not to waste it’?” “Please don’t waste your…” I started to say, but then shut up as his stink hit me in the face. It smelled terrible, not at all attractive, but every part of me wanted him to think I was enjoying it. I truly wanted him to think that I thought he smelled great so that I’d get a face full of ass again and again. I loudly sniffed the air so he would know what I was doing, and did my best to moan with pleasure. I marveled at how he did not look like the kind of guy that would stink so badly. He finally turned his gaze to me for a moment, a self-assured smirk still illuminating his face, “I can’t believe you really like that smell. I mean, I don’t mind it, but most people hate it.” He glanced down at the screen in his hand, “I can see I have a lot of reading to do, so I want you to figure out how to make my dive into your dirty mind more pleasant. Let’s make it your goal to make reading this filth so enjoyable that I keep coming back until I’ve read the whole thing. I want you to try and think of ways to prolong the amount of time I spend reading every time I ask for more.” I nodded, “I think I can do that, yeah.” He turned his focus back to the screen, “Good. And who know, the more I read the more I might give you exactly what you want.” His ass unleashed a few pops and he chuckled, “Even if what you want is to be a completely gross fucking loser.”Source: gottwald001
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Jan 19th, 2020
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