#foot goon

What a dream it is to be completely broken for feet. To have your very essence ripped away from your mind, being then implanted with the suggestions and will of feet, and of your Goddess. Letting your arousal and craving for feet become so, so much more~ More than an addiction, more than a need. Once you are broken, feet become your everything. 

You can feel the cracks begin to form in your brain, each day that you succumb to your foot lust. Scrolling and staring at each godly pair of feet that comes your way. Feeling your mind turn off, letting instinct take over, as you edge in worship of your addiction. 

You pant. 

Crack. 

You moan. 

Crack. 

You drool and leak. 

Crack. Crack.

Knowing there is no turning back. That the prints these feet leave on your shattering mind are permanent, and any attempt at escape or delay will only have you crawling back for more. The cracks compound, and you feel your mind melting away, forming into something new. My heavenly toes are in your mind, massaging away the last of your thoughts, scattering the willpower left within you, until nothing is left. You want to be nothing, so feet become everything. 

As those divine toes mold your mind, you feel your thirst for feet expand~ 

Toes that once looked cute and suckable, now make your mouth water, and force you into a fantasy of kissing, servicing each one. 

Soles that looked sexy and smooth, are now irresistible, divine. Truly worthy of your endless worship.

And the words of your Goddess, once just text on your screen, become a voice in your mind, filling you with truth. 

Lust growing. 

Pair after pair of perfect feet, warping your mind, one after another. 

You edge harder. 

You sink deeper.

You accept how weak you are before the glory of feet. And then, right in that moment, you feel it. 

Ping. 

You feel your mind shatter. You realize you can no longer think. Words cannot form themselves in your head. Everything goes blank. 

Your mind has been broken. 

Feet have won. 

Dopamine rushes in to fill these empty spaces, and “feet” becomes the only word in your vocabulary, looping forever in your drained mind. Your gaze, magnetized to soles. Your senses, needing the scents and tastes of toes to overwhelm them.

Your body, programmed to edge and worship, to kneel and obey. Your mind, broken. You have become nothing more than a slave to feet, giving them everything you are, everything you have, everything you ever will be. 

You have lost. 

Feet have won.

Maybe you were aware it was happening. That your little fetish was becoming too much, and was taking over more and more of your life. Maybe you wanted it to happen. You knew feet deserved to take over, to break you into their obedient servant.

It doesn’t matter now though, does it?~ 

Nothing matters anymore. Nothing except, for feet. 

Edging automatically. Mindlessly worshiping, praying to the feet that own you. Serving and obeying before your Goddess.  There is no more resistance. No more control. No more choice. 

You’ve been broken, foot slave.

My toes are in your mind. Pulling your strings. Your every action. 

My feet will reshape your shattered mind, molding you into whatever I desire. 

And all you can do is let it happen, accept, and obey~ 

Let it happen. 

Accept.

Obey.

You edge and goon to feet, leaking more and more for their beauty every day. 

You stare and worship, lost in admiration of feet so pure, so powerful, so sexy. 

You follow my words, immediately spellbound, reading and rereading my trances, falling deeper into submission each time.

But it isn’t enough, is it?

It’s not. 

You need more. 

You yearn take the next step, to give up everything for your addiction. When your drained mind is presented with my enrapturing soles and entrancing voice, it’s clear you’re so inferior, so indebted to my glory.

Your Goddess reigns above you, and your mind sinks further down every moment you spend staring, and stroking. You must prove you are worthy to be in the presence of such perfection. You must give up everything to the divine dominance of your Goddess.

Take that next step, and prove you are worthy of the title ‘foot slave’. Drain your mind, your will, and your life of all else, leaving only desire for feet, and need for your Goddess.  Before you know it, mindless worship in my name, and endless gooning to my feet will feel so natural to your mushy little mind.

Go ahead, my foot slave. Prove you are worthy. 

Let my feet become your source of pleasure, your purpose. 

Let my words guide your life. 

Let your foot addiction consume your brain.  

Fill your brain with the bliss of praying to me, sending tribute to me, worshiping me, over and over again. Because you are nothing before the feet of a Goddess. Nothing but a mindless, obedient foot slave. 

I am your Goddess. Surrender everything you are to me. 

Because your Goddess deserves it. 

I deserve everything. 

Obey~ 

Feet are your addiction. 

Don’t fight it.

Don’t resist. 

Don’t hesitate. 

Accept your addiction.  

Just stare, edge, and succumb to my feet, and my will. 

Gooning away your mind to feet. 

That’s right. There’s a good foot addict~

How long has it been since you fell, dear Follower? Fell into the hazy bliss of foot trance, letting lust and longing overtake your mind and body? 

Months? Weeks? Days? Or, maybe, only a handful of hours.

In some ways, it is inconsequential. You are here, now, once again captured by my words, by my will. Once again feeling a familiar, perhaps nostalgic, sense of conditioned focus, and consent. Once again, ready to return to your proper place. 

Mindless. 

Accepting. 

Edging. 

Underneath the feet of your Goddess.

Perhaps you’ve gone a bit without succumbing to soles or toes, forgetting, however briefly, how very powerful and alluring they can be. Maybe even unconsciously underestimating how much control they have over you, and how quickly your entire mind can melt to a single picture of a pair of cute feet. 

Luckily, I haven’t forgotten. 

And even now, as you spiral further down this little trance, images of feet flash into your mind, bringing with them that warm, erotic pleasure you’ve so missed, and liberating your mind of extraneous thoughts.

Taking in these suggestions from your Goddess becomes a sort of mental dance, a harmonizing of our two minds. My words, taking the lead, presents your now open and engrossed mind with ideas of hypnotic entrancement, promises of pleasure and desire, repeating those certain words that I know will make you tremble with want. 

Feet. 

Soles. 

Desire. 

Toes.

Weak.

Entranced.

Need. 

Obey. 

In return, your mind moves and sways exactly as it should, keeping in time as your Goddess guides you, freeing you of thoughts whenever I mention how empty you are, hits of arousal and dopamine flooding through your body at the sight of feet, your head nodding and mouth drooling as words like “addiction”, “gooning”, and “slave” flow from the mouth of your Goddess, as orders and commands, into the innermost depths of your completely captivated mind.

I take lead, and you follow. With every word, every moment, every step in our little dance, the fantasy of servitude edges closer and closer towards reality. By the time it arrives, wiping away whatever once resided in your mind, clearing whatever new memories that sought to wipe away the truth of your eternal foot addiction, you’ve already lost all sense of self awareness. 

You know not what you once desired, only that now, you crave only feet. You remember not the worries of everyday life, only that worship of your Goddess now supersedes all else. You know not who you once were, only that my voice, within your mind, calling you my Follower, my addict, my slave, feels so good, so right, that it simply must be right.

If you ever forget what you need, what you are, and who makes you feel these tingles of pleasure that reduce your body and mind to a puddle, I’ll gladly remind you. And once you remember, you can return to your knees, return to your worship, and return to serving the divine feet that now make up your entire world. 

Right back where you belong, underneath my feet. You’re welcome, my foot slave.

It is inevitable. 

The moment your addiction to feet is triggered, whether it is through an alluring foot catching your eye, or through reading the enchanting words of your Goddess, you are trapped. And you being to sink back down to your natural state of total entrancement. Your mind and body go through the motions, almost robotically. 

You feel the desire grow within you. 

You find a private place, alone, to properly feed your obsession. 

You edge. 

You melt. 

You succumb to feet, and to me.

You can practically feel each thought, each care, each worry melt away from your mind, one by one, as the pleasure of worshiping and edging to feet overtakes you once more. It feels so natural to let your mind start to melt away, to be guided only by your need for me, for feet. That part of your brain that clings to resistance, that tries to get you to break away, is quickly silenced, washed away by wave after wave of pleasure and obedience. It too falls eventually, seeing the light that is total surrender to feet, total subservience to your Goddess. 

And then, bit by bit, second by second, as you drip and leak for feet, you feel it. 

You feel your brain being molded, being changed by this pleasure. That the words of trance you once read just to get off to, you now treat as gospel, as your truth. And with every word you read further, you find it easier to just accept, to surrender, to let your Goddess think on your behalf. Every jolt of pleasure further melts your brain into dumb, empty mush. 

You realize it’s happening, that your life is revolving more and more around feet, around mindless edging, around following and serving your Goddess. But the more it happens, the deeper down this path you fall, the more you want it, need it, crave it, until it is your everything.

You want to be broken. 

You want to be brainwashed. 

You want this pleasure that surges through you to grow in intensity. 

You want to sink deeper into this warm, welcoming, empty state of trance you find yourself in. 

You want to see how deep you can go for your Goddess.

You want it. 

You need it. 

So, just let it happen. 

Edge more and more, feeling your brain draining into nothing with every passing moment. Let your thoughts melt and fade away, allowing my powerful, hypnotic words to take their place. Let your addiction to feet truly consume you, until it only feels natural when you are worshiping them, edging to them, serving under them. 

Drain your brain for feet. Your Goddess will be there, toes wrapped around your empty mind, ready to mold it into whatever shape I wish~

As you go about your business, day to day, the allure of feet always seems to worm its way back into your mind. You can shake off the desire to worship, the lust that washes over you, at least momentarily. But how has this body part, this fetish, evolved into such an obsession?

It’s quite simple, my dear Follower. All it took was *one*. 

One image of a pair of adorable, entrancing feet. 

One video, spirals and lights enhancing your magnetic focus on feet. 

One fantasy, of serving, worshiping, kneeling before a pristine set of soles.

Just one, and you were hooked. One became two. Two became 10. More and more, this newfound attraction quickly evolved, feeding on the thoughts that once polluted your mind, and leaving you with only an unquenchable desire for these beacons of total worship: feet. 

Now, it is routine. Just as you breathe, you eat, and you sleep, so too do you worship feet. You admire them. You serve before them. Getting lost as your glazed-over eyes dart from picture to picture, in pure disbelief at how something so innocent as feet could be so irresistible. You worship, you edge, you goon, and that once fetish, now obsession, feeds on all of your desires, growing from your hunger for feet. 

You need oxygen to live. 

You need water to survive. 

And your addicted mind needs feet to function.

Don’t try to resist the natural order, Follower. 

You will wake. 

You will eat. 

You will serve, surrender and stroke for feet. 

You will sleep. 

And then, you will repeat. Again.

And again. 

And again. 

Feet are your oxygen, Follower. So take a nice, deep breath. 

And live for feet.

When you lay eyes upon my feet, your body aches to edge, to serve, to sink. As you read my words, accepting the truths I spout, your thoughts and cares melt away, leaving only empty, mindless, blissful obedience. It’s true, isn’t it? Your body and mind acting just as I say they will, almost automatically. Lustful desire. Mindless acceptance. Every word of mine you read, you subconsciously accept, falling further down your foot addiction.

Staring, to satiate your lust. Worshiping, to fulfill your need to surrender. Reading, accepting, being guided, being controlled. Your attraction, nay, devotion to feet, and to your Goddess, is undeniable.

Don’t fight it.

You want this.

You need this.

Stare, and sink. Edge, and obey. Worship, and indulge. Let your Goddess take control of your mind, let my feet trigger your addiction, let me hypnotize you into becoming my perfect, little slave to feet.

You’ll look back at my posts, my images, again and again. You’ll reread these words, and my past trances, blankly accepting all I say, just as you’re doing now. You will see feet, and sink back into this state. I will guide you into a mindless foot trance.

And you will obey~

What does it mean to truly serve feet? If you enjoy staring at a beautiful pair of feet, if you admire their beauty, if you indulge in stroking to them now and then, is that enough? Or to truly *serve* feet, do you have to give even more?

Not only staring at feet, but having your vision glued to them. Physically unable to tear yourself away from the entrancing sight of sensual soles. Your eyes, your mind, every ounce of your focus, on only feet. Just feet.

Admiring feet is one thing, but do you worship them? Every moment spent in the presence of such perfect feet should fill you with awe, making you feel weak, unworthy, wholly incomparable to the pure perfection that is cute, sexy feet.

And masturbating to feet, well, that’s only the beginning. To truly serve under the toes of your superior, stroking must evolve into edging. Never cumming, always aroused, staying right on the edge of pleasure, so you are always drawn to the enticing, erotic allure of feet.

Eventually, your edging grows into gooning, mindlessly pumping to your inescapable addiction, your brain melting into mush, letting every last bit of willpower and resistance leak out of you. Dripping, drooling, and mindless, arousal flowing through every inch of your body.

To truly consider yourself a servant of feet, everything must be given up. Your thoughts, your dreams, your hopes, your past, your very existence must all be forfeit, all for the glory of feet, and of your Goddess. You must worship, paying tribute to these idols that give you pleasure and purpose. Letting go of your inhibitions, removing limitations, giving in to your lust for feet and sexual impulses, every single time.

Giving up your control, giving up your mind, your body, your time, even your money, everything, so that the feet you submit yourself to become all that you have. Giving up everything, so that feet and your Goddess may attain true, irresistible power over you. So that you can feel truly weak, absolutely dominated. So that you can finally experience what true servitude to feet really is. 

So go ahead, my dear follower of feet. It’s time to serve.

Don’t think. Serve feet.

It is time for you to embrace your proper place, Follower. It is a place you know all too well, a familiar state that both your body and mind crave to revert to. It is a place of pleasure, of purpose, of pure, unrivaled bliss.

This proper place of yours is free of so many burdens. Free of thoughts and cares, without worry or stress. Free of needless focus. Free of a moment without tantalizing jolts of arousal. Such a wondrous, heavenly state that knows no equal. It is a state of openness. Of emptiness. Of total and complete surrender.

Your proper place, dear Follower, is on your knees. Staring, captivated, by an entrancing pair of feet. Edging and stroking your burdensome willpower away. The familiar surge of foot addiction washing over your mind, leaving you empty of thoughts, but filled with pleasure. The words of your superior, of your Goddess, floating through your head, replacing any lingering thoughts with encouragement and reassurance, pushing you to go deeper. 

No control, no hesitation, no thoughts, and no escape. An eternity of mindless foot worship. That, dear Follower, is your proper place. You find yourself there right now, don’t you? Empty, addicted, and enthusiastic to drain and edge your mind away, in tribute to the feet you live to worship. 

Stay here, Follower. Stay in this state, in your rightful place. Kneeling. Weak. Edging. Controlled. For the longer you reside, the more natural it will become. And soon enough, you won’t ever be able to leave. Not that you would want to, of course~

A fun little foot-fueled, hypno, gooning video that I made as a gift for a friend. Though I’m sure you’ll enjoy staring and stroking just as much as they did.

In addition, due to tumblr’s new rules, if anyone reading this would like to keep in touch as a Follower of feet, and see any future foot manips I create, send me a message and we’ll stay connected~ After all, we need to keep feeding that addiction of yours, don’t we?~ <3

One of the truly wondrous parts of worshiping feet is knowing that there is no true end to it. Once a session of serving feet begins anew, you relinquish your control, and with it, the ability to pause or stop your devoted worship. For once your superior and their heavenly feet have you under their spell, they will wrap their teasing toes around your mind for as long as they are able to. And you, being so accepting, so enthralled, and so captivated, ready and willingly embrace this, sinking hours upon hours, and days upon days, staring, stroking, and gooning away all else, until only your lust for feet remain.

The aspect of teasing and taunting that accompanies feet is one you know all too well, I’m sure. And it is yet another aspect that draws you in, that pushes you deeper and deeper into addiction. No finish, no release, just continuous pleasure, flowing throughout your entire body. For you, pure bliss are the moments you spend staring at feet, when your mind is weak and foggy, when you can let go of all thoughts and cares, and focus only on the perfection of feet. The pleasure of worship is greater than any others you have experienced, so why would you ever want it to end?

The simple answer: You do not. You find more feet to pay tribute to. You spend more time obeying and following your superiors, goddesses, and whomever else’s feet you have fallen prey to. You devote even more time to gooning away your mind to silky smooth, succulent soles. No finishing. No stopping. No cumming. Just feet. Just pleasure.

See just how long you can spend worshiping feet. Make a new record, then break it. Feed your addiction, until your addiction is all that remains. Give everything for feet, and let them tease you into a pleasure-filled haze. And soon enough, that haze of mindless pleasure will be all you know, Follower~

Feet are so much more than just another fetish to you. Something about a pair of perfect feet warp your mind and arouse your body in ways nothing nor no one else can. Their shape, scent, and sway illicit an ingrained response to kneel, to pleasure yourself, and to let your mind melt away, until only thoughts of feet remain. This pull you feel towards feet is natural, Follower. Some are born to lead, and command. And others…are born to follow. To serve. To get down on their knees, stare, and worship their superior, accepting their proper role as a loyal submissive. You, dear Follower, are the latter. And your object of worship is feet, and your Goddess.

There’s no denying it. No resisting. No turning away from what you really are. You crave to have your face buried under soft, sensual soles. Your mouth waters at the thought of licking, sucking, and tasting every single cute toe you lay eyes on. Your knees become ever so weak when a socked pair of feet are ridden of their concealing guise, the wondrous bare foot exposing itself to your gaze, and subsequently becoming the center of your entire world. Your adoration knows no bounds, and neither does your subservience. There is no shame nor secrecy needed, Follower. If you truly were born to serve under the dominant feet of those superior to you, then who are you to fight against fate?

Acceptance is the true path to pleasure. Accepting that yes, you do love feet. You love to stare at them, to stroke and goon to them, to feel so weak and obedient as you melt for them. Accepting that your true purpose is to serve and worship feet, and all else comes second to that. Accepting that you are helplessly addicted to feet, and letting yourself sink deeper into that addiction, every day. We both are now well aware of how much you desire to serve and submit, Follower. Allow your Goddess to provide a few commands to help fulfill this yearning desire of yours:

Stroke to feet.

Worship and pay tribute to soles, and toes.

Feed your foot addiction, everyday.

Submit to your superiors.

Goon your mind away.

Give everything for feet.

Only feet, only your Goddess.

I know you’re a wonderful and eager foot submissive, and are ready and willing to take the plunge into total foot addiction. To do so, simply heed my commands, dear Follower, and do as you were born to do:

Obey.

Whenever a cute or sexy foot catches your eye, have you ever noticed a certain ‘aura’ around it? Perhaps not a visible one, but a powerful and alluring aura none-the-less. Some part of you feels drawn to these feet, an uncontrollable urge to stop, stare at the captivating foot in question, and simply forget all else, as you allow this desire to overtake your focus, your thoughts, and your mind.

Do not worry, nor hesitate, for it is only natural for a Follower of feet such as yourself to feel this magnetic attraction to all the wonderful feet that cross your gaze. One glance at a soft and silky sole of a foot, or a cute wiggle of some toes, and you feel yourself instantly melt, your mind sinking down into total bliss, your body impulsively bringing you to your knees, and your instincts instructing, nay, commanding you to edge, to stare, and to forgo all else, as these feet are now your one and only priority. This is you entering your natural state, Follower. Kneeling, worshiping feet, feeling so weak and submissive as a pair of soles tower above you, both physically and mentally.

Every aspect of you is dominated by feet. Just one petite toe brushing against your cheek could send shivers down your spine. A gentle sway of a sexy foot can cast away all thoughts and cares you may have, and suddenly, that hypnotic foot is the only thing that exists in your world. There is no shame, no fear, nor any discomfort in this fact. It is simply the way you are. Your purpose as a foot devotee. It is the place the feet have given you, and you have no choice but to simply praise and worship these divine feet, for selecting you as one of their weak-willed, mind controlled, gooning Followers.

You are so weak. Weak for feet. Every aspect of a foot totally mesmerizes you, pulling you into a feet addicted trance that you will truly never awaken from. All it takes is one moment of staring at soles, one glace of a pinky toe, one scrunch from a sexy pair of feet, and you’ll right back where you belong: on your knees, obediently edging your mind away, eyes locked on the feet that control and dominate you so. 

You are weak, Follower, and for feet, you must become even weaker. More open to feet, more open to being controlled and instructed. For the weaker one is, the more power feet have over them. And if all those feet you adore so much had even more power over your empty, lust-filled mind, what type of pleasure could they make you experience, Follower?

I suppose you’ll just have to submit even further for feet, so you can see for yourself~