he is more of a man than I am

I met him many years ago. We were only distant friends, but he always caught my attention—obviously more handsome, young, and intelligent. I’m not very attractive; I’m very masculine, very hairy, and he is classy... Well, this began like this: one day he uploaded a photo where he showed his feet. I praised him, because his feet are perfect, masculine but well cared for. I think he realized my fetish, and then he began sending me photos again and again. He asked me, “Do you like them?” I told him, “You know, I love them,” and he said, “Then I want you to be my slave and lick them whenever I feel like it, let me step on your face and do whatever I want with you. But I know you’re a top, and with me you’re only my slave.” I got very turned on with every word and told him, “I accept.”

He summoned me to his house two days later. When I went in, he was no longer the same friend I used to see. He looked at me differently—firm, strong. Immediately he made me get on my knees and suck his cock, the most perfect one I’ve ever seen. Then he made me kiss the tips of his shoes, take them off, and lick his feet. He put all his toes inside my mouth, slapped me with them. I ran my tongue over his sole, between his toes—how I enjoyed licking his feet. Then he sat on my face and made me suck his ass. No one had ever sat on me like that; in fact, no one had ever sat on me before. He used my face however he wanted, and then he put his cock in my mouth again as if he were penetrating. He came inside it, a delicious stream. It felt strange because I had never taken another man’s semen before, but with him it meant something else. I felt weak before him. Then he put a foot on my face and, stepping on me, made me masturbate. It was the richest orgasm I’ve ever had. That’s when I discovered he was more of a man than me, and that’s why with him I was submissive—because it was my place.