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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~

Happy humpday guys and girls… hope this pic makes it better….

This is how it it began… The pink Thong series… Let me know how you like them… Asian booty, Thongs, panties, pink, stockings…. Whats not to love. Let me us know. Tribute, reblog, comment.

Putting these to good use… Any suggestions?