I’m a gay man who sees both gay and straight men who enjoy this kind of meeting.
I have regulars who like different scenarios: socks, boots, trainers, or bare. Some prefer me simply on the floor under their feet while they relax.
One of my regulars a big-built straight man I call the balaclava man enjoys having me work quietly under his wide bare feet. He’s protective and powerful, and being in his presence helps him switch off. Often he’ll just sit back, unwind, maybe talk on his phone, while I stay quiet and focused on my work.
I respect each man’s preferences, and I create a space where you can fully relax, switch off, and just enjoy the experience.
The room always changes depending on him sometimes it’s quiet, sometimes there’s background noise from his phone calls, but the feeling is always the same: I’m small, and he’s in control.
The balaclava man doesn’t need to say much. His presence alone tells me where I belong. He walks in, broad-shouldered, heavy steps that echo with certainty. He doesn’t take his mask off, I’ve only seen his face once, two years ago, and that was enough to know he’s not someone who reveals himself often.
When he sits, I move without needing instruction. his feet are my focus. Wide, heavy, bare, sometimes still warm from boots or trainers. I start working quietly, breathing slower, keeping myself invisible except for the service I give him.
He relaxes into it. Sometimes he scrolls on his phone, sometimes he talks, his deep voice filling the room while I stay silent beneath him. I’m not meant to speak. I’m there to work, to give, to take the weight of his day into my hands and return it as calm.
It’s not just service it’s ritual. His authority settles over me like a cloak. I feel safe there, even when he’s stern, even when I know he wouldn’t tolerate disobedience. He’s powerful, protective, and I respect that completely.
Clean feet are a must no verrucas, dodgy nails, or fungus (I want to keep things healthy and comfortable for both of us). Please check before meeting me.
I won’t suck cock or be fcked
With his permission I’m allowed to share his photo of him wearing balaclava
