Beta men: Financially used by women and loving it.

This is what five years of consistent and systematic manipulation have culminated in.

I remembered what it was like to be married to him. Every girl’s dream. Handsome, strong, wealthy, a god in bed, treats his wife like a Queen. But that dream was hers now.

He’d been disgusted when he learnt of the role switch game I’d been playing with her. But I’d grown an addiction for the game. I couldn’t stop. And she had been all to ready and willing to make the switch permanent. I watched them kiss. Her perfectly manicured fingers running through his hair. Her designer heels swung in the air as she leapt into his arms. I watched her silky legs wrap seductively around his waist.

She paused the make-out to inform me I had missed a spot on the floor. “And don’t think I didn’t see that little glare bitch. You’ll be disciplined for that later. Have dinner ready for us in 2 hours. We’re going upstairs”

“Mmm”, he purred, “make it to and a half hours”.

As they giggled and kissed their way up stairs, I resumed work. “And put my beautiful flowers in a vase girl.”

I had almost finished packing her stuff from her shitty one bedroom apartment when she sauntered in.

“Hmm, the packings going well slave girl”, she giggled. “Take a break. Tell me how pretty I am”.

“You’re perfect, Miss Tara”, I grumbled. “You have the prettiest face. I love your hair. Your bust puts me to shame. Your beautiful legs are amazing. Your skin is heavenly. Your…”

“Enough”, she snapped. “I love this you know. Watching you pack my existing stuff. I’m going to enjoy watching you add it to all the stuff I’m taking from you. It’s a serious power trip, taking a woman’s man, taking everything she owned and then putting her to work. But I’m going to give you an out. You can leave. Right now. Or you can crawl to me, beg to be my slave permanently, and kiss my feet”.

I couldn’t help myself. I crawled to her. Looking up at the divine young princess, I begged and pleaded with her to allow me to serve her indefinitely. As my lips met her pretty feet, she giggled.

“Finish my packing, slave. I have so much for you to do. Washing the cars I took from you. Organising the heel collection that’s now mine. Cooking a romantic dinner for me and your husband. And that’s just in the next three hours. I’m going to work you so hard you won’t have a single minute that isn’t dedicated to pleasing me. Now get to work before I slap that sad ass look off your ugly face”.

Every woman deserves a loser to serve them and a real man to be with. I know and accept my position in life. I am happy that you have quickly realized that is all I’m good for. There are many losers out there looking to serve, I hope you find one. 

I stopped to think how many girls have made me their bitch to a varying degree lately.

In the last five years, I have financially served 47 different girls from 18-35 years old. With as little as $2500 to outrageous amounts of cash. NOT ONE has had normal intercourse sex with me and they all think I am worthless loser.

I have had 100’s more contact me and want me to serve but for a variety of reason could not.