The use of the bare feet on the face is one of the most demeaning, humiliating and effective grips / attacks you can use to emotionally control, demoralize and discipline an opponent and attack their dignity and ego while controlling them. The very idea of someone's foot trampling, grinding, gripping and digging into one's face (especially if it is trapped in the hold) is inherently a turn off and something to be avoided. However for those of us who are foot fetishists as I am, it is secretly a huge turn on and weakness to be taken advantage of. I have a very deep appreciation for bare feet and toes and find their use in any wrestling but especially nude erotic wrestling a truly awesome experience. I wrote a poem from a foot sub point of view celebrating this art and science.
Video credit: Photo Timestamp: 0 mins 52 secs
Poem:
Foot fetish
I knew once your socks came off
I wanted them.
All over me.
Five new friends on each foot.
Wiggling happy and eager to grip me.
Each set atop soft pink towers
Of strong curves blades and
Proud round grinding heels.
I knew your proud sadist barefoot ego.
I had seen pictures and videos of your triumphs.
It took no time before I felt them
Gliding twisting and climbing up my chest
To their favorite target. My eager face.
The delicious anticipated assault started
With the first five toes wrapping around my chin.
The balls surging and grinding under it
While the toes drill in prying into my pursed lips.
You smile while you feel the wet pleasure
Of these new five friends invading my mouth
Starting first with your big toe pressing
Deliciously and firmly down on my tongue.
And in return it tries to defend my oral sanctuary
Licking around between and underneath each toe
My tongue welcomes and tickles its new visitors.
And of course the lips share the worship
Taking turns firmly and eagerly surrounding each
With wet sucking adoration up and down back and forth.
You know I am yours when you suddenly start
To pull them out and my head raises to chase them
And lips pull on them, begging for them to stay in.
But knowing you have me addicted
You drive them leveling up to now claim my nose
At first resting the balls right underneath my nostrils
As the big and index toes press squeeze and grip
My nose excitedly panicking as my breath is cut in half
You then escalate sliding your 2 smallest toes
Right into my nostrils
Making your intentions clear:
Sadistic barefoot breath play.
My mouth heaves with heavy panicked gushes
To compensate for your nasal blockade.
And now the second foot comes along
Cutting upward with its blade blocking hard under my jaw.
It becomes very clear to me.
My face is now but a tormented playground.
A lab for your barefoot splendor.
And a hole for my male ego to crawl into.
I realize as you bring both feet side by side
With balls of the big toes grinding softly
Ever so softly into my eyelids and sockets
That my face is your temple to own.
I fully trust you as you start kick slapping
My face into disgrace, into your euphoria
Of degradation, humiliation and punishment
Owning me and my brain and heart and soul.
You establish deep dominion over me.
I eagerly embrace your command and control.
You are my barefoot Lord and I am your servant.
You captured me all too easily thanks to my...
AgentPoseidon (32)
2024-10-12 15:36The use of the bare feet on the face is one of the most demeaning, humiliating and effective grips / attacks you can use to emotionally control, demoralize and discipline an opponent and attack their dignity and ego while controlling them. The very idea of someone's foot trampling, grinding, gripping and digging into one's face (especially if it is trapped in the hold) is inherently a turn off and something to be avoided. However for those of us who are foot fetishists as I am, it is secretly a huge turn on and weakness to be taken advantage of. I have a very deep appreciation for bare feet and toes and find their use in any wrestling but especially nude erotic wrestling a truly awesome experience. I wrote a poem from a foot sub point of view celebrating this art and science.
Video credit:
Photo Timestamp: 0 mins 52 secs
Poem:
Foot fetish
I knew once your socks came off
I wanted them.
All over me.
Five new friends on each foot.
Wiggling happy and eager to grip me.
Each set atop soft pink towers
Of strong curves blades and
Proud round grinding heels.
I knew your proud sadist barefoot ego.
I had seen pictures and videos of your triumphs.
It took no time before I felt them
Gliding twisting and climbing up my chest
To their favorite target. My eager face.
The delicious anticipated assault started
With the first five toes wrapping around my chin.
The balls surging and grinding under it
While the toes drill in prying into my pursed lips.
You smile while you feel the wet pleasure
Of these new five friends invading my mouth
Starting first with your big toe pressing
Deliciously and firmly down on my tongue.
And in return it tries to defend my oral sanctuary
Licking around between and underneath each toe
My tongue welcomes and tickles its new visitors.
And of course the lips share the worship
Taking turns firmly and eagerly surrounding each
With wet sucking adoration up and down back and forth.
You know I am yours when you suddenly start
To pull them out and my head raises to chase them
And lips pull on them, begging for them to stay in.
But knowing you have me addicted
You drive them leveling up to now claim my nose
At first resting the balls right underneath my nostrils
As the big and index toes press squeeze and grip
My nose excitedly panicking as my breath is cut in half
You then escalate sliding your 2 smallest toes
Right into my nostrils
Making your intentions clear:
Sadistic barefoot breath play.
My mouth heaves with heavy panicked gushes
To compensate for your nasal blockade.
And now the second foot comes along
Cutting upward with its blade blocking hard under my jaw.
It becomes very clear to me.
My face is now but a tormented playground.
A lab for your barefoot splendor.
And a hole for my male ego to crawl into.
I realize as you bring both feet side by side
With balls of the big toes grinding softly
Ever so softly into my eyelids and sockets
That my face is your temple to own.
I fully trust you as you start kick slapping
My face into disgrace, into your euphoria
Of degradation, humiliation and punishment
Owning me and my brain and heart and soul.
You establish deep dominion over me.
I eagerly embrace your command and control.
You are my barefoot Lord and I am your servant.
You captured me all too easily thanks to my...
Foot fetish.
Poem (C) 2024 Agent Poseidon. All Rights Reserved. A képgyűjtemény megtekintéséhez be kell lépned.