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I contemplated keeping her eyes uncensored so you could see the utter disappointment in them.

But then I remembered that betas don’t make eye contact.

POV: You are friendzoned by your crush, reduced to be her minion. Good enough to run her errands, shop groceries, clean her flat or holding her towel. But never enough to date her, be involved with her romantically.

She uses the word bitch, or more recently 'cuck bitch' - I hate those words. It ridicules my efforts towards making her life more perfect. But she insisted on it even when I tried to protest. Nowadays a nametag reading 'cuck bitch' is dangling on top of my chastity cage, to "make sure you understand your place".

That stupid chastity cage. She sweet-talked me into it, saying it would strengthen our bond. All it did was enabling her to become more mean and bossy with me. I dont even know how to open this damn thing, there is no lock and its so sturdy. She said it works with an app but I never seen her using it. I started losing my mind after about a month, but now after it has been nearly 4, I can't think straight anymore.

Yesterday I paid her boyfriends rent. They had me on my knees and mocked me while I hit the send button. I didn't care, Miss promised me to "really really super duper thinking about unlocking me" if I pay her boyfriend.

All they did was laugh about me that night as I eagerly waited for her to unlock me eventually. But she never did and just send me away. She never even mentioned it again. Maybe I should ask her, but I am afraid to annoy her. I mean, I think its okay to ask… I paid hundreds and hundreds of $ to her boyfriend, I can at least ask if…

The advertisement said the spa was specifically for men who had self-confidence issues

I thought that meant they would help improve it

They had other ideas

I became an employee, a resident

My job, to keep the female employees happy

I've been employee of the week ever since I arrived

I'd been working at the club for awhile. I wasn't suppose to interact with the customers. Only serve them. Considering how painfully shy I was outside of work, that wasn't an issue.

But when my shift ended, I found them waiting for me. Somewhat enamored with my shyness. Or, as I found out later, they saw it as an opportunity.

Saw me as an opportunity.

They offered to take me home. I told them the club's rules. But as they guided me to their waiting vehicle, they assured me that I would still be serving them.

They kept their word.