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It was a Saturday night, and sensei dan wanted to play with his foot slave.
It had been six months since he'd caught me sniffing his trainers in the locker room, and we'd since settled into an intense master/slave relationship.
I was at the library when i got his message.
There was no text, just a video.
In the video, recorded by sensei the previous week, i was on my knees in the centre of the dojo. The camera zoomed in on my face, just as sensei dan unleashed a devastating front snap kick into it. He'd filmed it in slow mo, so i could watch my already dazed face grow minutely more nervous and begin to flinch. The massive size 13 foot sailed through the air like a ship, manly and robust, with huge round balls and heel, and very strong toes that were pulled all the way back and spread like a fan. I felt my boner erupt, as I watched the ball of his foot slowly drive into my lips. My mouth seemed to give in a bit as my front teeth caved in, and my nose was instantly crushed by his big toes. The awesome shockwave rolled through cheeks, vibrating through my skull, and I seemed to levitate, my face rising and snapping back, taking my body with it. I flew backwards, crashing like a ragdoll into the wall behind me.
Fuck, that really happened.
I mean, of course it had, my nose was bandaged and i was wearimg dentures that sensei had kindly paid for. Senseo dan had smashed my face with that kick, and now, watching it indulgently, i was dumbstruck at how totally and effortlessly he had dominated me.

Then a text popped up:
"It's toesucking time kickbag!"
This was followed by a photo of his sole in the dojo mirror. His massive foot was dusty and wrinkled. His toes were spread comically, and it looked like there was a small bloodstain on his heel. Someone got rocked in that dojo today.

I got on my bicycle and raced over there, the wind stinging my still swollen face.

He was sitting in the same position as the photo, lengthwise on a bench, with his feet crossed at the end of it.

I was still catching my breath as I stripped and knelt at the end of the bench.

I didn't speak out of turn, sensei liked me to shut up and obey.

I learned that lesson in my first month as his footboy.
I had grown too verbose and enthusiastic in my love of his feet.
He made me kneel, then he took my hand in a vice grip and slapped me about a hundred times with his foot, alternating between the sole and the instep, battering the sense out of me, he loosened five teeth and my face was bruised for weeks. After that he'd dragged me to a corner and sat back, with one foot crushing my chest into the wall and the other pointed at my face. "This is what that big mouth is to be used for, you pathetic chinwag!"
And he thrust that massive heavy foot, all five toes and the ball, into my gaping mouth. The toes jammed into my throat as my mouth and jaw were wrenched around his foot, my tongue smashed against his wrinkled leathery arch.

Now I knelt humbly, having been kicked, slapped, stomped and pummelled by this deadly gorgeous mountain of a man.

His massive soles took up my entire field of vision, they were dusty and smelled quite deliciously pungent. He flexed his soles in my face, looked me in the eyes and growled:
"Lick, boy.".

I submitted totally, gulping down the dust from his feet, licking like my life depended on it.
His massive soles left my tongue aching but still ravenous. I imagined how easily they could stomp the life out of me .

Finally, i got to the dessert, his toes.
As all five slide into my mouth, taking up my entire mouth, he playfully wiggled them on my tongue, and i drank their heavenly juices.

Master Dan looked down lovingly at his wonderfully submissive foot slave. The boy never took his eyes off his master as he deepthroated all five toes on his foot. He gleefully took in the pathetic sight of such a subservient creature, marvelling in the power it gave him.
The boys tongue felt heavenly on his massive strong toes, and he loved how small and delicate that head felt with his foot jammed into its mouth. He could probably smash the boy's face into the back of his skull with a single full force kick, or snap his neck with a twist of the ankle. He beamed ecstatically at the thought.
He pulled the foot out abruptly, and hooked it beind the poor slave's neck, pulling him forcefully towards himself as he thrust the sole of the other foot into the boy's fragile battered face. He smothered him there mercilessly till he passed out.
"Good slave", he growled, as the limp unconscious ragdoll of a sub flopped to the floor at his deadly feet.