These boys needed to be taught a lesson on New Years Eve! ... They went into the rum punch too early!
I hope everyone has a happy and healthy new year!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
They dont have comedy like this anymore!
Just copy and paste into your browser.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_TGQ7rGL-Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q24mfUn9HFU&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_TGQ7rGL-Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q24mfUn9HFU&feature=related
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Why?
I started this blog because of the very severe lack of blogs on the net that don't seem to be dealing with feet in the proper manner or order that I see as the relationship between someone that craves feet and the top that deserves his feet serviced.
A few of my pet peeves are:
1) Most foot blogs are never updated anymore.
2) Most blogs don't show a difference between the foot master and the lowly foot slave. It's a dam shame!
3) No one is teaching slaves respect of their foot masters. (after all we are providing goods and services)
4) There aren't enough masters that know what they are doing.
5) There aren't enough foot slaves that know what they are doing.
Now I had this fool I met on the net a few months ago. We were talking and chatting for a while about meeting and him wanting my feet badly. The poor kid needed them bad. I say "kid" not because he was underage, rather he was simply younger then I was. He was 21 I was 39. I do not look 39 so get that out of your heads this instant! Anyway, we exchanged pictures and really to be honest I am not the greatest looking thing since sliced bread no one is, I'm not a troll or anything but I am not gods gift either or at least I don't think so, but then again neither was he.Well, we got to talking for a few months and he was salivating at the thought of having my feet and servicing them. Well let me tell you. He thought he was going to come to my home and tell me how he wanted to do my feet! What an outrage! I slammed the door right in his face told him to go home. How dare he stand in my presence and demand things? Its not like I didn't give him a quick lesson how to "be" in front of my feet when we met so my feet (not I) would allow that lowly cretin to service them.This is where I get the idea that foot slaves have no idea of what they are doing!
After that incident I didn't care if that lowly leaf frog ever talked to me again. We went over and over and over what he needed to do to get my feet's permission for him to have them. What did he think I was kidding? He was to kneel at my front door, bend down to the ground and greet my feet first. My feet is what he wanted, so that's what he needed to do to convince them to accept him. Now don't get me wrong I am not better then him but my feet are. Get it? Good. And so I went online the next day and that slime was waiting online for me. He had the gall to ask me why I slammed he door on him that I didn't give him a change to explain. I said listen up and listen good. You being that the dullard that you are I'll explain. How come didn't understand with all the long conversations we had on how you were to greet my feet? You insulted them! You paid no attention to my instructions and you did nothing I told you to do for them. Go away I told him. He went away and that was that. Or so I thought. He comes online a few days later and asked me how I was. I told him what word didn't you understand when I said go away? He was silent for a few seconds and said please sir I didn't know I was really supposed to that, See sir I thought that was just cyber talk. Sir please I got so aroused from our talks and I just didn't think. I thought that was a fantasy. Please give me another change to make it up to you.
2 things moron I told him.
1) I told you once and twice, you just don't get it do you? You don't have to make it up to me slime ball, you have to make it up to my feet!
And 2
2) My feet are above you get it? They are your gods. Get it?
You are to be trained first. You don't have the right to be near my feet until you know your place.You don't have the first clue what fantasy is and what reality is. You had reality! You had your chance to have the greatest gift of all! The honor of doing a service for feet! Their your gods! They are far better then a fantasy you boob! It was to be real, not in your mind but real, not like some wha-k job you had because you like the way I talked to you online! You want another chance? Be here in 45 minutes and wear you oldest pair of worn sneakers. If you re even 1 second late, I'm not opening the door! Starting now!
Now I knew he was 20 minutes away so that gave him time to find the sneakers and get here safe. But I was not going to make it easy for him. He was now going to pay with his dignity for how he treated my feet. (and I loved every minute of it.)
When enough people have joined my Blog I will finish this. for now here are a few pics...
A few of my pet peeves are:
1) Most foot blogs are never updated anymore.
2) Most blogs don't show a difference between the foot master and the lowly foot slave. It's a dam shame!
3) No one is teaching slaves respect of their foot masters. (after all we are providing goods and services)
4) There aren't enough masters that know what they are doing.
5) There aren't enough foot slaves that know what they are doing.
Now I had this fool I met on the net a few months ago. We were talking and chatting for a while about meeting and him wanting my feet badly. The poor kid needed them bad. I say "kid" not because he was underage, rather he was simply younger then I was. He was 21 I was 39. I do not look 39 so get that out of your heads this instant! Anyway, we exchanged pictures and really to be honest I am not the greatest looking thing since sliced bread no one is, I'm not a troll or anything but I am not gods gift either or at least I don't think so, but then again neither was he.Well, we got to talking for a few months and he was salivating at the thought of having my feet and servicing them. Well let me tell you. He thought he was going to come to my home and tell me how he wanted to do my feet! What an outrage! I slammed the door right in his face told him to go home. How dare he stand in my presence and demand things? Its not like I didn't give him a quick lesson how to "be" in front of my feet when we met so my feet (not I) would allow that lowly cretin to service them.This is where I get the idea that foot slaves have no idea of what they are doing!
After that incident I didn't care if that lowly leaf frog ever talked to me again. We went over and over and over what he needed to do to get my feet's permission for him to have them. What did he think I was kidding? He was to kneel at my front door, bend down to the ground and greet my feet first. My feet is what he wanted, so that's what he needed to do to convince them to accept him. Now don't get me wrong I am not better then him but my feet are. Get it? Good. And so I went online the next day and that slime was waiting online for me. He had the gall to ask me why I slammed he door on him that I didn't give him a change to explain. I said listen up and listen good. You being that the dullard that you are I'll explain. How come didn't understand with all the long conversations we had on how you were to greet my feet? You insulted them! You paid no attention to my instructions and you did nothing I told you to do for them. Go away I told him. He went away and that was that. Or so I thought. He comes online a few days later and asked me how I was. I told him what word didn't you understand when I said go away? He was silent for a few seconds and said please sir I didn't know I was really supposed to that, See sir I thought that was just cyber talk. Sir please I got so aroused from our talks and I just didn't think. I thought that was a fantasy. Please give me another change to make it up to you.
2 things moron I told him.
1) I told you once and twice, you just don't get it do you? You don't have to make it up to me slime ball, you have to make it up to my feet!
And 2
2) My feet are above you get it? They are your gods. Get it?
You are to be trained first. You don't have the right to be near my feet until you know your place.You don't have the first clue what fantasy is and what reality is. You had reality! You had your chance to have the greatest gift of all! The honor of doing a service for feet! Their your gods! They are far better then a fantasy you boob! It was to be real, not in your mind but real, not like some wha-k job you had because you like the way I talked to you online! You want another chance? Be here in 45 minutes and wear you oldest pair of worn sneakers. If you re even 1 second late, I'm not opening the door! Starting now!
Now I knew he was 20 minutes away so that gave him time to find the sneakers and get here safe. But I was not going to make it easy for him. He was now going to pay with his dignity for how he treated my feet. (and I loved every minute of it.)
When enough people have joined my Blog I will finish this. for now here are a few pics...
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