New Sweater Appreciation

Aww, sweetie, it’s okay, I promise… it was bound to happen eventually, and now it has…I mean, dressing like you do now, so feminine and girly in your pinks and purples, your soft sweaters, your flowy skirts… it’s only natural that one day a man would be attracted to you…

Now, I know you’re uncomfortable and nervous, but do try to relax and go with the flow- trust me, he’s nothing like you were, back when you were still trying to be masculine- he’s much more alpha, so a man like him will naturally take the lead, and all you have to do is follow his lead. Laugh at his jokes, lean in when he speaks to you, and don’t shy away from his touches… and whatever he says, just smile and agree with him.

How you know you’re a beta? You see her and you think: Don’t be stupid, just do what she says, it’s what you want to do anyway. You’re a submissive, and you live to obey.

How do you know you’re a sissy? Your second thought is how much you want to wear her soft, feminine sweaters.

How dare you talk to me, little man. You are an insignificant little worm. Really, you’re such a twerp. You should never talk to women. If anything, you must wait and respond if for some reason a woman talks to you, although I don’t know why that would ever happen.

I’ll tell you what, why don’t you get down and lick my boots clean, right here right now. That would be a highlight of your life, wouldn’t it, loser? After all, the dirt and crap from the bottoms is better that you. So, do it, then thank me, and then fuck off so I can talk to the real men around here.

I’m so weak for gorgeous alpha goddesses when they wear soft, feminine sweaters.

How dare you talk to me, little man. You are an insignificant little worm. Really, you’re such a twerp. You should never talk to women. If anything, you must wait and respond if for some reason a woman talks to you, although I don’t know why that would ever happen.

I’ll tell you what, why don’t you get down and lick my boots clean, right here right now. That would be a highlight of your life, wouldn’t it, loser? After all, the dirt and crap from the bottoms is better that you. So, do it, then thank me, and then fuck off so I can talk to the real men around here.

No, you come to my party.

Because you’re a loser. I only let hot guys come to my parties. You’re too short and ugly.

Anything? Really?

Hmmm, welllll, I suppose…ok, if you wanna come, it would have to be as a helper. You know, I would put you to work. You could help set up, serve my guests, and clean up afterwards. What do you say to that?

Bigger. Stronger. Better. Her smug smile and your obvious fear and consternation makes it all perfectly clear.

What, are you really that stupid?

You know I’m going to punish you when we get home, and you know how severely, and yet, you still give me attitude. You still resist me and you still try to worm your way out of it, knowing that once I’ve made my mind up, it never changes. So if I say you’ll wear this soft, fuzzy knit outfit and spend the afternoon with him, then that’s what you’ll do. Now stop you’re pathetic whining and follow me inside to get changed- he’ll be here soon and you’re not to keep him waiting or it’ll only be worse for you.