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Dominating those enslaved to my feet is a pastime of mine. I enjoy strict control and slaves that enjoy humiliation.
I choose only the most obedient slaves to serve me. And obedience to me is self-sacrifice. This is where any person starts should they feel compelled to worship me. Twitter - ://twitter.com/Julius_Above Find videos of My feet and of them being worshiped by MEN and WOMEN - www.myindie.shop/juliusabove/

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9/1/2017 11:29:40 PM
I've built a cock box! Who want their dick and balls crushed under my boots and feet?

7/17/2017 2:01:35 PM

This is a journal entry I had a slave of mine write up after our 3rd or 4th session. Enjoy.

As I parked my car my heart started to pound.  I became nervous, anxious, and excited all at the same time.  My location?  My new Master’s home.  Lord Julius.  I was only “feet”, pun intended, away from His presence.  This was my third session with Him as his newly devoted foot slave.  I knew I was there to serve Him, to please only Him, and to worship Him and fulfill His desires.  What I wanted or needed was irrelevant.  I am still an unworthy foot slave there to service my Master and to do His bidding.  I was so excited to have this privilege, this honor, to worship His feet, and more.

Lord Julius opened the door and I immediately dropped to my knees and kissed the shoes on His feet.  I present Him with my sacrifice, my tribute.  Remember, “Worship without a cost is not worship at all”.  My Master’s words.  He sat and ordered me to crawl to Him and to remove His shoes.  Once done, the Heavenly aroma of sweat and feet filled my nostrils as I gazed down at his socks that He had been wearing for three days.  When told, I removed my Master’s sweat-filled socks and put them to my nose and breathed in deeply.  There was no better smell around.  He asked me if I remembered the process by which any devoted foot slave would use to initially “greet” His glorious feet, by sniffing, or if I required remedial training.  I told Him that I had forgotten the procedure.  I begged forgiveness for forgetting.  Lord Julius is fair, yet firm!  He retrained me but I knew if I forgot again that I’d be punished, and rightfully so.

Once I properly greeted His feet by slowly sniffing and kissing them, He instructed me to gently take each toe, one at a time, and gently nibble away any toenail overgrowth and to chew and swallow any removed toenails.  Being the obedient slave that I am, I did as instructed.  It was truly an honor to please My Master.  Once this was done, Lord Julius lit a cigarette and proceeded to dump it’s ashes onto a dinner plate.  To sweeten it, he repeatedly added His own spit and mixed it up into a fine broth, which he placed His feet in.  Like mashing grapes, My Master coated the soles of His manly, perfect feet with the ash mixture.  When ready, all He said to me was, “LICK”.  Without hesitation, I methodically licked and sucked every inch of His soles.  I extended my tongue as far as I could to get in between each toe and then sucked, in fact deep throated, firmly but gently, each toe until it was spotless and I had consumed all ash, spit, sweat and stink from His feet.

As an “initial” reward Lord Julius allowed me to clean His toilet.  I was on my hands and knees cleaning off every mark that My Master left on and around His “throne”.  Again, it was my duty to please Him.  When done, I had a brief thought, actually it was an excited idea, that Lord Julius would have me test my toilet cleaning skills by having me lick the toilet seat where he places His perfect body.  To my sorrow, He did not.  Once completed, My Master further rewarded me by ordering me to lay in the bathtub, on my back, with my head towards the drain.  He then stood on the edges of the tub, towering above me, almost in a God-like, straddling pose.  Lord Julius then dropped the basketball shorts he was wearing and preceded to drench my entire face and head in a constant stream of warm piss.  At first I had to turn away to catch my breath.  My Master ordered me to look up again and to open my mouth an to catch and swallow as much of his warm, tasty piss as I could.  I obeyed!  I swallowed and kept swallowing from his glorious, high powered stream until He was relieved.  I couldn’t get enough, I wish He had more to give me at that time.  It was so good to be his toilet, to be humiliated by Him so that He could be pleased.  This was and is my duty as my Master’s slave.

It wasn’t over.  Lord Julius wasn’t quite content yet and wanted to use me for His delightful purposes even still.  I was His to command and He knew He had me in every way.  As He lay on the couch, with His perfect feet hanging over the end, I continued to lick and suck ever square inch of His feet.  He’d order me to alternate between a gently licking, almost a “tickling” in fact, with my tongue, to using my teeth to scrape any remaining dead skin cells from His heels or soles.  What I didn’t know, at first, what that as I was serving my Master’s feet as His obedient slave, He was preparing a very special meal for me, one last reward for taking care of His needs.

He ordered to me to look up and what I saw made my heart pound once again with anticipation.  My Master had His cock out, stroking it, almost to the rhythm I was using when gently stroking his soles with my tongue.  Before long, I could feel his feet and legs begin to quiver.  I knew dinner time was near.  He reached down for the dinner plate once again, the same plate that still contained remnants of my glorious Master’s spit and ash.  Within seconds, His beautiful, large cock, exploded with a thick white goo of His DNA.  The plate was drenched in it.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, and yet I dared not get to distracted and delay servicing His feet by what I had just witnessed.  He placed the plate back on the floor and slowly soaked each foot in His own warm, sticky, DNA-infused bodily fluids.

To further degrade and humiliate me, to put me in my place and to remind me of where I belong, which is at my Master’s feet, he ordered me to clean off His cum-coated soles with my tongue.  I couldn't resist, even if I wanted to.  His power over me was Supreme. I was His.  I preceded to lick every drop of the Godly nectar from His feet.  When done, I even begged to further lick the plate clean.  My Master was in a giving mood and granted me, His obedient slave, my wish to further soak up any remaining jizz from the plate.  I obliged.  When I was through and My Master was done using me, He ordered me away.  I thanked Him for being my Master and for allowing me to serve Him.  I was saddened.  There’s a quote by Dr. Suess and it goes like this, “Don’t cry because it’s over.  Smile because it happened”.  This slave is still smiling.  Who wouldn’t smile once you’ve had the opportunity to be Lord Julius’ foot slave.  What’s next?  I’ll simply say that I’ve got a rim chair on order and I’d like to have my Master use and humiliate me once again by having me be His human toilet paper this time. Perhaps, this time, in a different way, his toilet.  Until next time, Sir.

 

Your Obedient Slave

Mike

1/21/2017 12:24:28 AM
http://www.juliusabove.me/2017/01/how-lucky-you-are.html

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 Age: 25
 Sweden