by Majed
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I am into male feet, socks and shoes since I was a very little child...
When I was 5 years old my biggest dream was to kiss, sniff and serve the feet of a friend of my father, his name was Fouzi and he was an Arabic man and when I was a little child he was in his early forties... He used to visit us very often and I had a lot of occasions to see him with his dark socks or even bare feet... I remember that once I was playing under his giant feet when suddenly he began to tickle me with his stinky feet... And I could
Smell the entire wonderful odor that was getting out of his wonderful soles...
Now years have passed and I haven't seen Fouzi anymore because he has left to another country and also my father has lost him... But his feet remained on my mind and I've spent all these years trying to find an occasion to worship some great male feet... Last summer, at the age of 19, this dream has finally come true.
I was spending my holidays in Syria, my country, in the Middle East. I was in Damascus, the capital of Syria. It is a very overcrowded city and there are a lot of cars and buses going around the town all day, even in the late night.
This summer was particularly hot and 43°C was really easy to reach. As a result, a lot of taxi drivers drove their cars in sandals, slippers or even bare feet, and I had a lot of occasions to see some really nice Arabic male feet. One day I decided to try to do what I have been planning for years. I got out of my house and stopped a taxi, and when I got inside the car I couldn't believe my eyes. The taxi driver was a mature man around 45, he had big moustaches, but the most outstanding thing was about his feet, very large and meaty feet.
He was of course wearing slippers and I could see his wonderful feet with great and slightly hairy toes. He said hello to me in a harsh way and by the look of his face he was expecting me to answer in a submissive and accondiscendent way; most of the taxi drivers in Syria are like that because their job is very stressing, they can drive also for 12 hours in a day and they don't have a great compensation for their effort. I replied in a very kind and gentle way and I told him the place in which I wanted to go. Then I started thinking about a way to try to ask him something about his tiresome work and I finally found the way. The dialogue between us started like this: -So, Uncle
(A respective way to address someone elder than you in Arabic countries),
I bet your job is very stressing and you get tired a lot for it. He replied: -Yes boy, my workday is very long and sometimes I drive more than 12 hours in a single day. I answered: -Oh, that's really a lot of time! And your legs and feet
Don’t hurt after a long drive like this?
(Please, I beg you, say YES!!),
And he said: -Yes for sure my boy, my silly legs and feet hurt me a lot after these hours spent driving and in summer they also stink a lot because of the hot weather and I always need to take a bath! I replied: -Well, Uncle, don't you have anyone to give you a great and relaxing foot massage?
(SAY NO SAY NO.)
And he said: - Unfortunately not...I have nobody that can bear to smell the odor of my stinky feet to give me a massage... at that time I jumped up and said: -Then Uncle, if you don't mind I can give you this massage, I have some experience in this and I guess you will feel much better after a rest and a massage... and he replied: -Well, that would be great, my boy, but I'm afraid about the odor of my feet, they really stink a lot and they can send to hell anybody in 2 minutes, you know...
(Hell?? I would have said HEAVEN!!)
And I replied: -Oh, Uncle, that's not a problem at all, I can handle this for you if you want, you are my Boss and you can order me to do whatever you want and I just do as you say (this sentence is normal in Arabic countries and it is used to show maximum respect and submission to the person you're addressing). He started laughing in a very masculine way and said: -Ok my boy, I'll let you massage my feet for me...
But not in this car, I have to take you to my house where I can relax completely. And I said: -Yes, Uncle, whatever you want, I'm under your will. After this, he drove me to his house and on the road he told me that his name was Salah and when we arrived we got down from the car and he told me that we would be alone in the house because his wife had gone visiting her parents in Aleppo
(Another Syrian city)
And so I could massage his feet as much as necessary. I felt really upset and I was thinking that my dream was finally coming true; I was going to massage the feet
(PERFECT FEET)
Of a mature man, who seemed to be very dominant and used to rule people around him! A real Leader! We got in the house and he said: -I'll sit on this sofa and you can sit on the carpet at my feet, but bring me that stool over there so that I can lean my feet on it, boy. -Yes Uncle, I replied. I brought the stool and I sat on the carpet next to it. At that point the man said: -Ok my boy, lift up my feet and put them on the stool, I'm really tired. I obeyed without saying any word, and it seemed that this enjoyed him very much, and I was enjoying too...
Come on, boy, take off my slippers and start working with my feet. I had no way to escape. I had to massage his feet and this was a really submissive act in Arabic countries, anyone that massages the feet of someone was meant to be his servant and had to obey. -Yes, Uncle, immediately. I took off his brown leather slippers and stared at his really wonderful feet. They were the best pair of feet I've ever seen.
Perfectly shaped, they were really large and had hypnotic and slightly hairy toes...
His soles would cover my whole face because of their wideness and I was in a
Deep contemplation of those divine feet. He started wiggling his toes and I could smell the intense cheese odor that came out of his feet... It was outstanding and I felt completely under the power of this man. I took his right foot between my hands and started to massage in a submissive and smooth way those feet...
The odor surrounded my nose and every while my Master moaned for he was completely relaxing and enjoying the massage... My eyes didn't leave the sight of his foot which was being massaged and pampered by my hands... -good job, my boy, continue like this... said my Master. -Yes Sir, as you order me... I'm completely under your will. My Master, suddenly, said something I wouldn't expected at all: - I see that you're enjoying serving and massaging my foot, boy, at least as me...
Why don't you kiss it and sniff his odor? At that point I couldn't control myself anymore and said: -If my Master allows me and orders me to do so, I will do it. And he said: -Then don't waste time anymore, do as I said NOW! KISS MY FOOT! - Yes Sir, I am under your will, I will do it now. And so I did. I kissed his manly and hypnotic foot. I close my eyes and touched with my lips his divine foot that took completely control of my personality and I felt under the great power of my Master. I inhaled deeply the odor and
I remained hypnotized...
My Master was enjoying his time and said: -Yes yes, keep it like this my servant... I hadn't been served like this for years... I used to have a lot of boys like you serving my feet, it seems that the role of Master suits me in a perfect way and my feet hypnotize people by taking control of them and forcing them to obey me... that's great! I was sniffing deeply my Master's soles and I said: -Yes Sir... You are the King, the Emperor of the world... You order and I obey without questioning...
My Master laughed in a noisy and dominant way and said: Yea boy that's right, now shut up and complete your job by sniffing and licking between my toes and cleaning my foot. And don't forget my left foot or you'll be punished, slave! -Yes Sir, whatever you want will be done. I passed my nose and my tongue between those hairy and meaty toes and I cleaned his foot completely by swallowing all the little black pieces of cotton that were in the spaces between the toes...
He then said: - Good job, boy, now work on my other foot! And by saying this he stamped on my face his left foot which was worshipped and served as the other one and I was more and more under the will of my Master, who was smiling and touching his big moustaches with his hand and observed me serving him... it seemed that He was laughing at me, his humble slave...
After cleaning and worshipping His feet, He ordered me to lie on the carpet and he passed his feet on my face like I was His personal door mat and he continued laughing. My nose at that time smelled just the odor of my Master's feet and I couldn't react, I just had to obey, serve and listen to my Master. He then said: -Now looks intensely at my feet and don't look at anything else, you have to think just about my feet and me, your Big Master and Boss, understood, my boy? -Yes Sir, my Emperor, sure... I passed the next 10 minutes staring at his smelly and hypnotic feet, dancing and wiggling in front of me... and I felt to be in a much lower level than my Master's, who now ruled and controlled me completely...
Every while he neared his foot to my face and I kissed it softly and submissively... It was wonderful. He then said: -Now I'll wear my slippers again and I'll walk around the house, you'll have to kiss each angle that I stamp on it! Do it boy! -Yes Sir, as you wish, my Lord. He wore his leather slippers and walked around the house and I kissed the entire floor, for my Master has walked on it and it was blessed...
He then let me worship again his feet and then walked bare feet around the house and I had to kiss the floor all over again... He made me kiss and smell his slippers, who were full of the smell of his feet, and that made me fall more at my Master's feet and will... 3 hours had passed since we entered His house and my Master said that it was getting late and that all I had to do now was to kiss his hand in sign of respect and make a promise. I kissed 3 times the hand of my Master and put it on my face, as to show Him His great domination on me...
He then said: -Now boy, listen to me. You have to be under My array whenever I want. You have to give Me your phone number and anytime I call you have to be ready to receive My orders, now I am your Master and I rule you. You'll serve Me at least 3 times a week and you have to be completely free for Me. Is that clear, My boy? -Yes Sir, that's clear, I'm under Your Will... -That's great. Now lie completely on the floor and kiss each of my top foot 10 times to greet your Master in a dignified and respectful way. I kissed
His wonderful tops 20 times and I kept on saying: I'm under Your Will, Sir Selah... completely... He then drove me back to my house... It has been a wonderful experience and I've finally discovered my Master Salah, whom I had to serve faithfully from now on...
I was tired and I went straight to bed so that the next day I would have been ready for the new dispositions that my Master would give me.
