Gay Hypno Stories - Adrian needed feet
I won’t lie, I like twink guys. They often transform as perfect puppies and they are beautiful with my big feet on their face.
Adrian was 20. Tall, slim, brown hair, shy. I met him in a bar. He was staring at me but did not dare to talk to me. I looked at him, right in the eye, and made him a sign to make him understand he could come and meet me.
When people see me, they always think I am gentle. I smile, I’m kind, soft. All that is true. But as there is this a part deep inside you that makes you a sub, there is this part deep in me that makes me a Master. I was born like that. And you were born like a slave.
I remember that when I was a teenager, I always found a way to make my male friends to massage my feet. And when they started to do it, I was giving them instructions. Some of them were really good at it. Back then I just wanted to put my feet on their face and submit them. But we were young, the majority of them were straight. It was for me the first signs that I needed to have my feet worshiped. And the more I grew up, even if I remained that kind guy, I have learned to dominate, I fulfilled my desires and made lots of guys become my personal foot slaves.
Let’s get back to the pretty Adrian. He felt safe with me, we had a good laugh. He took my number and quickly texted me to say he wanted to meet again. Text messages can be good to talk about sex. One late night, I asked Adrian if he was top or bottom. He said bottom. He did not have to say it, I already knew just by looking at his eyes. Shy tiny eyes. So weak. He needed to submit, that was an evidence. He just did not knew it yet. Was just a matter of time.
He told me he was more into vanilla stuff but that he was sometimes watching hardcore porn. He thought it was just some kind of fantasy and that he would not go further. I told him I liked to be very dominant in bed. He was a bit scared I think but he was curious.
We met again. We went to a restaurant. We did some small talk, I wanted to make him feel safe. And then, while we were drinking some wine, I spoke again about sex and what I liked. “Nothing makes me more happy than a guy that worship my feet” I said. Adrian laughed. He was embarrassed. He said he was not sure to like that and that he thought feet were a bit disgusting. Really ?
I explained to him what feet represent. I told him “Feet is a sign to submission. If i put my feet on your feet just like that, you feel my power on you. I am currently walking on your own feet now and I show you how vulnerable you are, how my feet are able to submit and control you”. He felt my feet and I saw his submissive look. Well, that was easy. He could not speak for a moment.
“What is it Adrian ? Don’t you like to feel my feet on you ?”
He answered “I don’t know… Yes, I guess…” with his cute vulnerable voice.
I invited him to my place. He came. Offered a last drink, layed down on my sofa. We were talking and he could not help it : he was staring at my feet.
“That is so weird. I have never been attracted to feet, but I can’t take my eyes off of yours” he said.
“Why don’t you massage then ? That could be nice”.
He obeyed to me for the first time and as you can guess, it was just the beginning.
He massaged them and while he was doing that, I started to do some hypnosis on him.
“The MORE you massage them, the MORE you feel good isn’t it ?”
“Did you notice how my feet are big ? They are very powerful indeed. Massage them, DEEPER and DEEPER. Just relax. Take a good deep breathe while you massage them. A deep BREATHE IN and BREATHE OUT”.
Adrian tried to stop : “Why are you talking to me like that ?” I answered him very quietly with a big smile :
“Isn’t it good ? You don’t like the way i talk to you right now ? You don’t like my voice ?
-There’s no but Adrian, keep massaging them. I’m just trying to relax you. As you relax my feet with your hands, I relax you with my voice. It is sweet, it is deep and easy. Isn’t it ?
-Good. VERY GOOD, that’s it ! Massage them, just LIKE THAT. And take a good BREATHE IN. And BREATHE OUT. Two time deeper NOW.
Let yourself relax, just massage and listen. You love my voice, you love my words, don’t you ?
Adrian started to feel sleepy. But he continued to massage, he continued to worship. And I continued talking to him. MORE AND MORE SLOWLY. And he felt MORE AND MORE HEAVY. He losed control, he was not thinking anymore, only focused on my words and on my feet. SO GOOD. SO DEEP. Terribly HEAVY, unable to do anything else than drinking my words now.
“There’s no need to resist. Just massage them and listen. You feel SO TIRED now, SO HEAVY. And that’s alright. Why don’t you close your eyes for a moment ?”.
He obeyed. And I putted him on a nice DEEP TRANCE.
He felt on the floor, he was like a baby.
We started to go very much DEEPER. I explained him how important it was to massage my feet, to worship my feet, to OBEY to my voice, to OBEY TO MY WORDS. He listened, he understood. It felt so natural in his head now. Feet was everything. Feet is good for you BOY. Feet is so addictive. SO GOOD TO MASSAGE FEET. SO GOOD TO SMELL FEET. YOU WILL LOVE THE SMELL. THIS IS THE BEST SMELL. MAKES YOU SO HORNY KNOW. You are craving for it, don’t you ? You want to smell, you want to lick, you want to feel feet on your head more than anything else. Never had such a big urge.
Tonight you discovered feet and you will need feet MORE AND MORE, DEEPER AND DEEPER.
Adrian was having a huge erection. The more I talked about feet, the more, his submissive and controlled cock was getting harder. It was time to give him what he needed. I putted my feet on his face. He smelled them, he looked so needy and desperate ! And he licked. He looked like a dog, such a beautiful submissive dog.
I woke him up and he was so embarrassed to realize he had my feet on his face.
-Don’t you like my feet ? Taste it again. You seemed to enjoy it.
As he said that, he realized he called me Master. Yes, BOY : While I was hypnotising you, I ordered you to call me Master now. And your mind obeyed even if you are awake now.
“What the fuck is happening to me ? he said
-It’s ok Adrian, it’s fine. You’re just getting MORE and MORE SUBMISSIVE. DEEPER AND DEEPER. MORE AND MORE. DEEPER AND DEEPER. SO DEEEP.
He felt asleep again. He felt on the floor.
His mind was open. He drunk all my powerful words. And when he woke up, he was addicted to my feet. He was addicted to MASTER’S FEET. He licked them for one hour. He was so happy and hard. Happiest time in his tiny slave life.
“You know I am not going to be your boyfriend Adrian. But i can give you my feet time to time if you want to”.
He was a bit sad when he left.
The days after, he begged for feet, he beed for my voice, he begged for my words.
I made him wait one week before giving my feet to him again. I loved how needy he was. My feet were like a drug to him. GOOD BOY.
Adrian has a boyfriend now. Someone vannila as he says he likes. It’s okay, I am happy for him. His boyfriend does not know but every time he finds a way, Adrian come to worship my feet. That is our secret. That is his secret addiction. That is so deep inside me. He needs that.
The night he became a GOOD BOY, he did not knew it but he was going to be a GOOD BOY forever. He will always need feet. As you do BOY, don’t you ?
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