Daddy Is So Disappointed In What A Grovelling, Foot-obsessed, Sole-worshipping Beta Youve Turned Out

Daddy is so disappointed in what a grovelling, foot-obsessed, sole-worshipping beta you’ve turned out to be.

All you’re worthy of now is lying on the floor while He is on the toilet, and showing Him how turned on you get by your own pathetic inferiority.

Underneath Him, tongue out, waiting impatiently to be granted the privilege of cleaning the filth off His paws.

Most of all, Daddy simply can’t believe what a drooling foot-slave His manly, meaty, mighty soles turn you into.

All He can do is keep you hidden, feed your debauched desires, and make sure you know your place in the hierarchy of the real world, stopping you from having to go out into it and revealing to other Real Men who you really are.

You truly disgust Him. Yet He vows to protect you. Being at His feet is all you ever really truly desired, anyway.

Now lick, cry, say your sorry, and attend to that raging 🦴 in your beta underwear.

Dirty footboy! But you love it… 💦

F..k yeaaah😍

Warning 1: Alpha Daddy Aslan’s soles will immediately enrapture you in just one glance.

Warning 2: When you behold such perfection before you, you’re likely to have a total sensory overload. You’re right to do so. And there’s nothing an inferior footsub like you can do about it.

Warning 3: That beta life of lacking belonging leads to an insatiable yearning to dedicate your existence to the adoration of something and someone, more attractive than you, more successful, more manly, and overwhelmingly more important.

Warning 4: In this all-round superior’s service and devotion you will find what you have been looking for, but there will be absolutely no turning back. Alpha Daddy Aslan will both complete and enslave you.

Warning 5: By getting this far, Alpha Daddy Aslan has already cast the foundations of all that He needs to do for your mind to melt, your resistance to start fading away, and your desire to be nothing but His number one idolator cemented.

You’re blessed to be in the presence of such greatness. There is no parallel for the level of happiness inspired within you. Every atom of your body has become intoxicated with the dopamine that Alpha Daddy Aslan’s soles inevitably and inextricably incite within you.

No need to hide it, no need to fight it, Alpha Daddy Aslan will take over from here.

Good footboy. 🐶 Let it happen. 🍆 That’s it. 🌀 You’re His now. 💦 Aren’t you? 🛐

Aslan admir turkish daddy 👣🔥🔥🇹🇷

Alpha Master seeks worthless beta’s faces to smother with His perfect soles.

He knows what you crave. He understands the relinquishment of power that you yearn to give Him. He will make sure that you become His inferior foot-object.

You will beg. You will worship. You will serve.

You will become nothing more than His welcome mat, His foot-stool, and His foot-obsessed slave.

Let Master remind you how very deeply you love and crave to to feel so little, so unequal, and so helpless to resist, down there, underneath Him.

Master’s feet will become all that matters. Won’t they, foot-boy?

It’s your destiny. Simple as that.

Newspaper Reading Time has become a very special moment to start the day off between you and your Daddy-FootMaster-Husband.

You wake up at 7am sharp and go straight to the local newsagent’s where you pick up His favourite broadsheet together with a small bottle of fresh, semi-skimmed milk. You waste no time, pay, and hurry back to ensure His day starts off just as He likes it to.

You go straight to the kitchen, boil the kettle, and pour the water and milk into the cup to make His coffee, just the way He requires and deserves. As you take it into the living room and lay out His paper ready, He comes down the stairs, sits in His favourite armchair, removes His masculine dressing-gown, and kicks off His favourite moccasins. He assumes His position. You imagine Him as a mighty King on His rightful throne.

As He flicks through the headlines and starts sipping his morning brew, you are already kneeling down on the other side of the coffee table, salivating in front of His phenomenal soles, waiting patiently.

As He turns the first few pages, you listen for Him to give you His next commands.

Usually, by the time He gets to page 3 or 4, He is ready to let you start diving in. Today was no exception.

“You’ve got until the end of this section to give My soles the best wake-up, foot massage possible, footslave.” He barks.

You willingly obey. You embrace every inch with your trembling hands. As you rub them, caress them, stroke them in the most fitting way you possibly can, your flagpole awakens and instinctively goes into half-mast almost automatically and instantaneously. You feel alive!

“Good start, slave, now for the Commentaries’ section which means 10 minutes or so of licking and sucking for you, My lucky foot-boy.

…

Wow, someone’s really digging right in and enjoying himself this fine Saturday morning, aren’t they, foot-beta?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Your welcome, my best boy.” He replies, reaching down to pat your head. You quiver at His touch and then, again, you continue to follow His instructions to the letter.

You trace every beautiful wrinkle with your tongue. You cover His paws entirely in glistening sub-saliva. Then you move onto His plump, meaty toes. One by one, you suck, inhale, and exhale. Then slide down in between. No part is left unbathed. He smiles and carries on taking in the daily articles. He barely looks down but He doesn’t have to. You always know when you’re doing everything just as He likes, requires and wholeheartedly deserves for having the most amazing feet and soles that you have ever laid your foot-obsessed eyes on. This was what heaven felt like.

Your 🦴 was now fully in salute, aching, embracing every moment of your worshipful bliss.

You couldn’t wait to be invited to reach the culmination of this morning’s daily event.

“Oh yes, My best foot-slave, you’re doing such a good job. As you always do. You make Daddy’s feet feel so good. I’m onto the sporting results now, footboy. We all know what that means.” He lowered the paper for a second and gave you a sexy grin from His oh-so-handsome, silver fox face. As He brought the paper back up in front of His eyes, He also moved His soles so that they were together. His incredibly high sole arches made the best hole imaginable. Your 🦴 was leaking.

“Go ahead my best foot-soldier,” he says, “you’ve earnt it.”

And with that, you don’t need to hesitate. You release your 🍆 from your jogging shorts. You manoeuvre yourself just to the place and angle you need to be in. And you begin to thrust. Daddy’s going to get to the last page very soon, so you know you don’t have very long. Your 🦴 is aching with pleasure as it brushes past all His perfect wrinkles, still wet with your spit from moments ago. Waves of ecstasy course through you. You go harder and faster. Nothing in the world could stop you.

He puts His paper to one side. He starts His famous countdown. This was your absolute favourite moment of the whole day.

“10…9…8…keep going strong My dear footboy…7…6…5…I can see just how much you love My perfect Daddy paws, you lucky, lucky boy…4…nearly there…”

You try to hold on. You know Daddy only likes you to release on zero. Will you make it? It was so hard!

“3…hold it My boy, be patient…”

You wanted to please Daddy. You wanted to be His best footboy so badly.

“2…”

Damn. 🌋 eruption. You didn’t quite make it. 💦

“Uh oh…” Daddy said, with a wry smile.

You were just coming down from your best high possible. You looked up at Him. He was still smiling but He raised His eyebrows in a way only He knew how to do. You knew exactly what that meant.

“Oh dear, my best foot-slave couldn’t quite hold on today. Could he?”

“No Daddy, I’m so sorry. I just can’t help it. Your feet, Your soles, Your energy…everything is just too perfect.”

“I know, boy, I know. It’s okay. Come here.” He said gently but with a hint of sternness. He reached out His arms to give you a cuddle. You nestled into His chest and sighed.

“Let’s see,” He continued, as He stroked your hair and consoled you, “clean me up well, and that might just soften the punishment that your best Foot-Daddy is going to have to administer to you. Can’t say I’m nothing but very generous with you. Can you?”

“No Daddy, absolutely. Thank you so much. I love worshipping You and Your perfect feet so very much.”

“I know boy, I know.”

He finished caressing you and guided your mouth down to His crotch area. You knew what you had to do. As you licked up your mess, your 🦴 started getting semi-hard again. You didn’t look up but you knew that was probably already giving Daddy food for thought again. You winced a little.

Once you stopped vacuuming up every last drop, Daddy moved your head to the side and got up.

“Oh my dear footboy. Daddy’s been treated well. You’re a good boy. Aren’t you?”

“Yes Daddy. I hope so, Daddy.”

“You are, my dear footslave, you are.”

As He spoke these words He moved himself over to the side-cabinet, and reached into the drawer you were dreading He would.

“Daddy’s feeling very generous today, despite that slight premature leakage. So as you only made it to 2, that means just 2 days of being locked away. That’s certainly very fair of Me. Yes, My boy?”

You solemnly agreed, despairing at the lack of self-control Daddy’s feet inspired within you. You were only human. You couldn’t help it. But you winced inside at the idea of 2 days without release. Damn!

“Good boy. You need Daddy’s guiding hand as well as Daddy’s perfect feet. You’ll be the ultimate best foot-slave. Daddy’s determined about that! Now go get yourself cleaned up. I’ll be here waiting. Okay, boy?”

“Yes Daddy, absolutely Daddy.” You replied, stilling mentally telling yourself off but you knew Daddy was the last man anyone could dream of arguing with. In fact it turned you on even more to know He was a proper Master and He knew exactly what He wanted. His high expectations did bring out the best in you. So you could do nothing more than agree.

“That’s my best boy. I’m so proud of you.” He replied, patting your head again and waving the chastity belt in your face. “Daddy has your best interest at heart. Daddy knows what’s good for you. Doesn’t He?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you so much, Daddy. You do. I’m so very grateful to have a FootDaddy such as you. I know, I really am.”

“Very good, footslave, very good. Now off you go. Shower-time. I’ll be here. Ready?”

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Sidenote: Every now and then you come across the epitome of everything you love in a man’s soles. These ones are particularly perfect - with just the right balance of wrinkles, meaty, manliness, plump toes, so very worshippable in so many ways! If anyone knows who this is or where it’s from, please let me know. 😊

Hope you enjoyed this longer than usual excerpt! Got a bit carried away, inspired by such beauty! 😄

You read, i play😉

“Hey boy. Oh, what’s that? You want Me to squish you like the little bug that you are with My superior, mighty, dirty, virile feet?

Of course you do.

Well okay then. Consider it done.

That’s it slave. Get your inferior face right down there, perfectly underneath them. Inhale. Lick. Lose yourself. Feel Master’s soles, towering above you, dominating you, giving you total utter bliss, just like your pathetic, twisted mind has always craved.

Oh my, someone’s enjoying this just a little too much. Aren’t they?

😏👣🍆💦🌀

Again? Really? Okay. Sure. Round two - Let’s go!

👅😵‍💫🛐 🍆 💦

Yeah. Just as I thought, My perfect, filthy, hooked, little footboy.

Well done. Another one? Wow someone is too addicted and insatiable. But that’s cool. My power over you is textbook. You just know it, don’t you.

Yeah boy! Don’t stop. Let it happen. Such an inferior boy for Master’s feet.

So mesmerised. So obedient. So f***ing aroused. Well, far be it for Me to stop this magic!

Keep going. Master can keep this up ALL day long.

That’s right, My dear footpup.

🐶⛓️🦶

Just as nature intended.”

Are you ready to enter Daddy Aslan’s Kingdom?

In that case, start taking the first steps to the rest of your beta life.

It starts at His feet. Always down, always underneath Him, looking up. From now on, Aslan is your Daddy, your Alpha, your King, and everything else in between.

You know you are powerless to resist such Masculine Perfection and Power. His raw, devilishly good looks. His hairy, godlike chest. His bulging biceps. His dark, smouldering complexion. Aslan sums up every feature of every Alpha you have ever thought about, seen, craved, and dreamt of serving. He knows it. you know it.

That’s right, just feel any sense of fighting it slip away. Drop to your knees. Put your face in front of His perfect soles. Inhale His Greatness. And wait for His instructions. He calls all the shots, you just wait, listen, and obey.

Admit that this is all you ever wanted. Admit that this is what you are supposed to be. A nobody, idolising at the feet of the epitome of Somebody. Everything you never have been, and never will be.

King Aslan had conducted enough of these beta inductions and initiations to have the ceremony down to a T:

He remained Mighty in His handsome Glory, atop His fitting Throne. He put you on the floor. He took off only His shirt, as well as of course His socks and shoes. You removed all clothing. He let you stay there, allowing you plenty of time to take in His greatness, exchanging no words, just observing your descent into His world, where He alone reigned.

“Are you ready to embrace greatness, beta?” He finally uttered, His voice deep, sexy, and dominant.

“Yes, King Aslan.”

“Good boy.” He replied, a warmth entering His stern demeanour.

“Are you prepared to leave behind your sorry, unfulfilled, prior life, and dedicate the rest to serving Me, in My Kingdom?”

“Yes, King Aslan. It is all I desire.”

“That pleases your new King, beta. But from now on, you are not permitted to refer to yourself as I. That pronoun is reserved for Real Men. From now on, it will simply be referred to as ‘it’. Does it understand?”

“Yes King Aslan. It understands completely. Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Very good, My new beta slave, catching on so fast. King Aslan thinks it was born to do this. It is pleasing its new Owner enormously already. It has earnt the right to start rubbing the superior soles in front of it. This is all it wants to do, correct?”

“Yes King Aslan, a thousand times, ‘yes’.”

“Very well. It shall begin. Slowly. Taking in every part of the new objects of its desire.”

No need for any further waiting for permission, it got straight down to worship. It had waited its whole life for this moment. It felt so damn good. It was already rock hard to be worshipping such Greatness. It felt honoured, inferior, and so turned on.

As it got to work, King Aslan gave orders, commentating its ceremony, and reinforcing the way life was from now on…

“Yes, beta. Feel My soft skin, underfoot.

“Caress My incredibly perfect arches.

“Place its hands all over My royal foot-skin.

“Massage My toes. Touch in between. Get to know every part of My Alpha Daddy paws.

“Stay at King Aslan’s soles for as long as its heart desires.

“Underneath Me, means underneath My Power, as well as My unbridled love and protection.

“It is doing so well. It’s well on its way to being granted full entrance into the Empire stables.

“It may start licking.

“It may suck My plump, powerful toes.

“It may touch itself.

“It is so hard, so happy, so grateful to King Aslan, for letting it have the best time of its existence.

“It must now place its betamanhood in between its new King’s arches.

“It must now start thrusting back and forth.

“It won’t last much longer. Worshipping a True Man. A Superior. A God. It will struggle to contain its ecstasy.

“It will soon erupt over the Royal Feet in front of it, thus cementing its new position in its new life. It must become who it has always craved to be.

“Time for a countdown…ready, beta?

“10…it is trying so hard to hold on

“9…it wants to make Daddy happy

“8…it feels impossible to wait, doesn’t it?

“7…can it make its Alpha proud?

“6…the struggle, the surrender, its face shows its difficulty

“5…

💦💦💦

“Uh oh…it seems to have had a premature accident. It tried so hard. Becoming a little in Aslan’s Kingdom was too overwhelming for it, wasn’t it? Oh noooo….”

With its seed spilt all over its King’s feet, it felt both the total high from the intense pleasure that had just played out, but it also felt dread, what happened to betas who couldn’t manage to follow instructions to the letter?

It didn’t have to wait much longer to find out. King Aslan reached over to the table at the other end of His throne, His feet still coated in drying beta seed, its betabone spent and shrinking, still firmly in between His paws.

King Aslan picked up a bell from the table and rang it once, then once again.

What was happening?

On cue, in came another male, probably aged about 40, naked, like it, with a well-sculpted body. This male was also very attractive. And looking down, you couldn’t believe how big this male’s 🍆 was. What’s more, it was as rock hard as its had been minutes ago…

“My King. It’s happy you rang. May I know how long this one lasted?”

“King Aslan is happy to see you too, 1.1. I have found a very pleasing, new beta. Its worship was, indeed, just as it should be. It tried so very HARD to make it. But it surrendered entirely at 5.”

“Very well, My King. It is delighted to know that a new beta has made it into Your Kingdom. From now on, it shall be known as 5.12, in that case?”

“Yes, 1.1. Goodness Me, am I up to 12 already in the fives’ stable? How time flies!”

“Yes, My Lord. 5.11 will be grateful.”

“Won’t it just?” King Aslan replied, with a handsome smirk.

1.1 came over to the floor and got down on its knees next to it.

“Clean King Aslan up, betas, immediately.” King Aslan manoeuvred one of His perfect feet to 1.1’s face, and the other to its own.

“Yes King Aslan,” both betas replied in unison.

And with that both tongues protruded, licking in long strokes all over those Masculine, meaty soles.

Both were now glistening in beta saliva. Neither beta looked up, both lost in their task at hand.

“Very good, both,” King Aslan said after a few more minutes of cleaning. “Their King’s feet are shining in fitting glory. And spotless, as Royal Feet should be.

“1.1, please continue 5.12’s induction ceremony as per the usual routine. This one’s going to be a perfect addition to My Foot Kingdom, I just know it.”

“Yes, My King. Immediately, Your Highness,” 1.1 replied.

What could come next? No idea! Everything that had just happened was already so very perfect.

1.1 turned and said, “it’s time to assume the position of a 5 in our King’s hierarchy, fellow beta. Don’t panic. All will become clear. King Aslan has devised and perfected everything that is about to happen to a T. The next step into beta foot slavery begins now. Come with it and find out…”

As soon as 1.1 had said these words, King Aslan rang the bell five times, then another eleven. Lo and behold the same door that 1.1 had come through opened again, and in came another naked male beta, less sculpted than 1.1, still a decent build, little fat, around 30 in age probably, smaller than 1.1, but most definitely as erect as it!

What could possibly be about to happen next?

“Enter 5.11. Thanks for coming so quickly.” King Aslan smiled for the first time. If it was possible He looked even more beautiful than ever. He was a true Godly King! And then He turned back to look down at it:

“Just wait, 5.12. If the first part of its ceremony made it happy, the next is going to take it to paradise…”

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TBC

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To celebrate reaching 1500 followers, and as a thank you for your likes, comments, messages etc. I decided to start what I hope will become a new series with one of the sexiest Men I have ever seen with some of the best soles I know of. I hope you like it, and please feel free to let me know your reactions, feedback, and suggestions for how this Foot Kingdom could develop…