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    As she walks toward me, fear and panic sets in. Instinctively, I look down. She stops just before bumping into me, and looking down at me says “You puny little man. You’re not really a man at all, are you?” I quietly mumble “ no ma’am”, and she responds loudly “Speak up. I can’t hear you, worm!” Still looking down, cracking under the weight of her stare and intimidation I answer louder “no ma’am, I’m not a man. I’m a worm.” “Hehehe, that’s what I thought. Pathetic, just pathetic.” Then she snaps her fingers and commands me to follow her. As I walk behind this statuesque goddess, mesmerized by the rhythmic swaying of her hips and clicking of her heels, I realize I’m trembling, hoping for a chance to prove I can be useful to her.

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    Ruin my bank account and all I want in return is to bow and kiss those heels. Wow.

    Oh, yes, there will be pain. Excruciating, searing pain. The kind that will turn you into a broken, sobbing mess. Combined with the most extreme humiliation, I will leave you a shell of a man. See, that’s how I like my men. Completely, utterly broken. A lump of very easily moldable clay for me to form and shake to my needs and desires. It’s how I’ve been able to have such useful and obedient slaves, at my beck and call, serving my every whim. And you wish to be one of them, don’t you? Now, now, no need to speak little one, I know you do- I can tell. I can always tell the weak, submissive types, and you, my dear, are about as weak and submissive as they come. Now get in, sit down. It’s time to start your life as you were intended to live. You’re coming with me, and there’s no turning back.

    sweatersub

    She curled her finger, beckoning me to her. I immediately put down my duster and as trained to do, knelt before her, looking up at her with my mouth open and my tongue out. Goddess then flicked her ashes onto my tongue and I swallowed. My beautiful goddess then leaned forward and patted me on the head as she stood up, saying “good ashtray”, and walked away with the click of her boots on the floor. Once she’d left, I resumed my maid duties. Just another normal day for a beta sissy maid in service of his goddess.

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    Oof, to be a coat rack for a goddess this incredible

    Of course you fear her. You’re a little beta wimp. You cower in her presence, feeling small and weak. She’s bigger and stronger than you and could easily overpower you. But she doesn’t need to, does she? After all, you’d be completely obedient for her anyway. That’s just your nature.