This post is part of a thread chronicling the Alphahood of Master Logan, a 35-year-old Alpha who owns two collared faggots. CLICK HERE to read these posts in chronological order!


Men’s feet.

They drive faggots fucking crazy. I’ve been obsessed with Men’s feet since before puberty, I think. I really began taking the worship of feet seriously sometime in my late twenties. I had a female friend named Jan who had training in the art of pedicures, and she taught me a lot. After that, my foot worship sessions became much more intimate and pleasurable for the Alphas who received them (and yes, I’m indicating to all faggots that they should step up this part of their game!).

My deep appreciation for professional foot worship and service helps me love the letter I received from my fag brother Ali. His Owner, the extraordinary Master Logan, gave little Ali a rare privilege recently:

I don’t understand what is it about this Man’s feet that gets me like that? 

I am not a foot person. I don’t have anything against foot fetish but it has never been, and I’d argue Is still not, my thing. I don’t think of feet sexually. I never pay attention to men’s feet, alphas or otherwise. The first feet I’ve ever licked were His and I did it because He ordered it and it brought me pleasure because I was doing what He wanted to be done. Over time though I found myself being totally lost kissing his feet and licking them – it has become one of my favorite things to do and one of my favorite parts of His amazing alpha body. When we are in public nowadays, He often puts his feet in my lap and have me massage them. Or He would put them in view of me and know I’m losing my mind wanting to be on my knees worshiping them. Sometimes He just puts them in my lap when we are watching tv or just chatting and the moment I hold them I feel safe. Alphas are truly a different class of humans altogether. 

So I have massaged his feet countless times. I have asked him, however, several times if I could wash His feet and we just never got around to do it it seems. It finally happened. After licking them for a while and being lost in his scent I asked him if I could wash His feet and He said yes. My heart literally skipped a beat sam. I had it all planned for the day it happens. Warmed the water, soaked them in lavender bath salt for a while then scrubbed them well. I dried them gently and lovingly. I can’t describe or understand how much pleasure I was getting out of the simple act of drying them with a towel. I then put a mud mask on them and waited for it to dry and washed them again then moisturized them. They were so soft and I was very proud of my work. I kissed them with an incredible serenity washing all over me and a satisfied smile, that I will always do anything to see, on His face. I told a friend and he said he will teach me how to give him a proper pedicure. I can’t wait! 

I then gave Him a 90 minute massage and was the happiest fag alive, I have no doubt. Exactly like you put it, it’s a divine privilege. There is something very biblical about it too (although I grew up a Muslim). 

Isn’t Sir Logan just amazing? I realize that he is slowly shaping me into the fag he wants. What a privilege! 

So beautiful in every way!

Ali put it best – there is something divine, almost Biblical, about the experience of truly worshiping and caring for the feet of our Alphas! It’s wonderful to see our Alphas totally at peace and enjoying the worship Nature meant for them! And the fact that we, as their faggot, can meticulously groom their feet, practically caring for every cell as if it was our universe. Our entire purpose.

And believe me, once a Man’s feet have been properly groomed and pampered, nothing on Earth feels more satisfying for a faggot and nothing looks more beautiful. FUCK, I LOVE FEET!!!

Thank you to my little brother Ali for sharing this love with me today! Now I desperately need to find a pair of feet to serve!

EDIT: Master Logan responded to his little faggot’s lovely letter:

Hey there faggot,
It’s been a busy couple of weeks here. Yeah, that was an almost spiritual experience for him. I enjoyed it because it felt good and was a nice distraction while I was busy working, but aside from that, I didn’t get anything in particular out of it (not to diminish his experience). I had already bred him about an hour earlier and was in relaxation mode, so in that way, it was nice. Sorry I don’t have any deep insight this time. haha. I’ll definitely have him do it again though. I’m glad he shared it with you, I think he really enjoys putting his experiences in writing and it helps him process the (understandably) strong emotions that are innately coupled with his service.

It’s interesting to hear a Man’s perspective on foot worship, isn’t it? Obviously, Master Logan is a kind and loving Owner!

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