Worship My Size – Masked Sub Licks My Feet & Calves Like a God

He’s masked, silent, and completely obsessed.

This is a slow, intense worship session where every ounce of attention is on my size. My thick, powerful calves flex with every movement. My wide, sweaty feet rest in front of him like a throne. And he’s on his knees — masked, trembling, desperate — licking, sniffing, and kissing like he’s in the presence of a god.

You’ll see the pure submission in every move he makes. He doesn’t talk. He serves. Slowly working from the soles of my feet up to my calves, mouthing every inch of muscle and letting out soft moans behind his mask. He’s overwhelmed by the size difference. I tower over him — thick, heavy, powerful — while he’s small, weak, and obedient.

There’s no need for words. I barely even look at him. Just occasional smirks or flexes — enough to make him melt. He’s hypnotized by the mass, the veins, the pure scale of my lower body. My size is everything to him. He kisses like he’s praying. Licks like he’s starving. Sniffs the sweat from my socks like it’s a drug.

He worships not just my feet, but what they represent: power, masculinity, dominance. I could crush him with a single flex. And that’s exactly why he’s obsessed.

This is for the true foot pigs and muscle worshippers. If you crave the visual of a submissive masked worshipper totally lost in the presence of massive legs and feet, if you love power imbalance, size kink, and silent devotion — this one hits hard.

You’re not watching a scene. You’re watching a ritual. And I’m the altar.