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You’ll do as I say, won’t you?

The woman of my dreams and nightmares is demanding and strict. She assumes full control, expects complete obedience and tolerates no disrespect or insubordination. Her no nonsense approach is backed up by a well structured training regime and system of escalating punishments that apply both mental and physical pain to produce maximum results. She will reduce you to tears, a sobbing broken mess, then reform you into the most diligently obedient boy you can be for her- a willing servant and fervent worshipper of her magnificence, beauty and complete superiority. As an inferior beta male, it is my dream to bow, kneel, worship and serve her.

She taunts and teases with her soft, luxurious furs, slowly depleting your strength and willpower. But seriously, why resist her when deep down, you really don’t want to. Deep down, you want to serve her, you want to obey. You’re a beta- give in to what you really want. It’s the only way…

Elizabeth Banks is as commanding as she is beautiful, and as dominant as she is superior. A true goddess to be worshipped by inferior betas everywhere.

Tell me, beta, when you look into my eyes, what do you see? Look deeply. Do you see weakness, friendliness, kindness or mercy? I hope not, because if you think you do, you’re a bigger fool than I imagined. No, for an inferior beta like you, there’s only harsh judgment, a strict approach, and cruelty. I have high expectations of dutiful, committed service- and should you disappoint me and fail to meet my expectations, you’ll come to understand what you see in my eyes.

She is bigger than you, stronger and smarter too- your superior in every way.

Once on your knees before her, it’s best to show her humility and respect by not raising your gaze up to her. It’s best to stay focused on her feet and wait for her instructions. But, if you do steal a glance upwards, just know that it will likely cost you a great deal of painful punishment. Up to you to decide if it’s worth it…

What’s that? You’re sorry? You promise? Okay, whew… you had me worried there for a minute… okay, so run along get changed into the outfit I left for you - it’s just the cutest, fluffiest little dress and sweater, with a the cutest tiniest little purse ever! Go, scoot! Hurry up! Hehehe, I can’t wait to see you in it!

It means I’m your master now. You’ll obey my every order, command and whim. You’ll serve me with your fullest effort, or you’ll suffer the consequences, and I do mean “suffer”. See, I know how to inflict pain and I won’t hesitate to do so. In fact, I actually enjoy it. So don’t tempt me with a good time. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll surrender and obey. Completely.

If you aren’t going to be an obedient little simp for me, I’m going to have to discipline you… now, the ladies at book club said you were weak, “fragile” was the term I believe they used, and I’ll warn you, I’m stronger than I look, and don’t really believe in mercy, so I recommend you get in line this instant, no matter how strict I seem, because trust me, you won’t like the alternative…

When you know you’re prey, and you know you’re not man enough to stand up to them, just kneel and accept your proper place as their submissive beta male slave.

Goddess Dua Lipa rules the world.

Driving my crush to her date, her appreciative smile is my reward. I’ve already told her how beautiful she looks, how her big, soft fur makes her look like a goddess, and how lucky her date is- pushing the envelope towards crossing that line where my love for her goes from unsaid and poorly hidden to confessed. As any beta simp knows, once you say it aloud, it ends the little game you’ve both been playing. The one where she keeps you in the friend zone, uses you mercilessly, and you do everything for her, like a slave, because you’re “such a good friend”, even though she knows you are “secretly” so deeply in love with her and hoping that one day, she’ll suddenly see you as more than a friend. She’s a nice girl, but she has an unspoken secret too. She secretly gets a sadistic little thrill out of tormenting you, torturing you with details of her dates and boyfriends, treating you like a servant, or even worse, like a girlfriend, asking you if you think her date is cute, or if you think he’ll like her outfits, teasing you that you’d actually look cute in some of her things, and without saying it, treating you as if she assumes you’re gay, all the while knowing your u requited love for her is killing you, and you’ll endure it all just because you’re hanging onto some silly and completely unrealistic hope that someday she will see you differently. Beta simps know that day will never come, and they know there’s a very good reason for it, certain basic truths- you’re too short, too ugly, you lack confidence and self esteem, you’re not masculine enough, too effeminate… basically just not man enough for a woman like her. And no matter how badly you want her and want it to be different, it’ll never happen. You know simping for her is the only way for you to be in her life, the only way to be in her presence and have her beauty around you, the only way any woman as beautiful as her would ever even talk to you. So it goes on, despite your constant heartache and the all the humiliations, great and small. You’re her simp, nothing more.

He says he’ll start with you. Are you ready hubby? Aww, you poor thing, you’re shivering in that skimpy little dress…and you look absolutely terrified…come here, let me lend you my sweater. It’s soft and warm and will help you calm down. Y’know, if you just relax, and do what he says obediently and without hesitation, he just might be gentle with you, at least at first, and you might just enjoy it… At least I think you will, little fag. And don’t worry, it’s not like he’s gonna take all night with you. He’ll have his way with you and then send you out to bring me in for the rest of the night. After all, I am his girlfriend now, and you’re still just the beta cuckold he’s made his bitch.

There you go… better… see? I knew you were teachable. Little wimps like you usually are… who knows, a little more training and you just might make a decent slave for me after all…

Y’know, I’d never date you… I’m not into short wimpy betas… but I wouldn’t mind being friends… y’know, the kind of friends where you’re so hopelessly devoted to me that you’ll do anything to make me happy? I think they call it a “simp”. Yeah, so, I’ve decided, you do anything I tell you to and be my good little simp, okay?

You’re to be commended for your hard work today, slave. You may stop kissing my shoes now, and get up onto all fours and crawl to me. Yes, right up in between my legs. I will allow you to sniff, and kiss me through my pants. To be so close to what controls you, and to give you incentive to work even harder next time. To really impress me. To earn your ultimate prize- true worship. You’re learning, pet. There was a time you resisted me, you argued, fought back and disrespected me, and those days are long gone. You should not be proud- pride is something reserved for real men, just like dignity and actual sexual relationships with women like me. You don’t deserve such things and will never have them. But you should know that at least for today, I’m pleased with you, and thus you should be pleased with yourself. You’ve come so far… but not yet far enough. So enjoy your reward today, and tomorrow we’ll get back to work, back to your training and discipline, back to total dedication towards continuous improvement… yes, I see the need and desire in your eyes, the love and understanding is clearly there too… yes, that’s my good boy…