sweatersub

[sweatersub]

Always in awe of a beautiful woman in a beautiful sweater. Feminine power and superiority clearly and abundantly evident. All a beta can do is admire, worship, and if lucky enough to be called upon, serve.

[sweatersub]

Drive. I didn’t ask you to talk, just drive.

Angry? No, I’m not angry, but I do need to consider your punishment for speaking without permission. Hmmm, what should it be…

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omg 😯😛

[sweatersub]

Finding a man who’ll do this to me is the ultimate dream.

It can be difficult. It can take a long time, a lot of effort. Lots of pain, tears, agony and humiliation. But when a boy finally breaks, finally accepts what I’m doing to him, and he learns to enjoy being my girl, it’s all worth it. The right hair and makeup, a cute sweater, and any shred of masculinity eradicated long ago, he is now my girl. She belongs to me, she lives to serve me, please me, obey me. It makes her happy, and she realizes that it’s what she wanted, deep down, all along. She’s grateful for what I’ve put her through, and the result is total loyalty and obedience. She finally knows happiness as what she was meant to be all along.

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No… I… I’m not sure how to say this, but… no, I don’t want you here. I just want to be alone with him, to enjoy him, savor him. To have the kid. Of intimacy that can only be between a man and a woman- the kind of intimacy you gave up long ago, when you confessed your sweater fetish, came out as a full fledged submissive beta sissy and begged me for an FLR. So I think it’s best if you go to the basement and stay there until he’s gone.

Oh, I would guess for at least the night, but hopefully, if all goes well, it could be the entire weekend, so make yourself comfy down there- it’s cold and damp, so I’d bring a sweater if I were you…

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“Hey little sissy, come with me,” she said and grabbed my hand before I could even react. She was practically skipping as I followed behind her, mesmerized by her long blond hair and soft white fur, and I was feeling confused, embarrassed and mystified as to what she was up to, why she picked me, and why she called me a sissy.

I was even more confused when she led me into the bathroom, climbed into the tub, and looked up at me. My mind was captivated by what a beautiful goddess she was, and I knew I’d do anything she asked of me, but I was unprepared for what came next.

“What’re you waiting for sissy? Get in-“ she ordered impatiently.

“Okayyy…” I said under my breath as I climbed into the tub across from her. She proceeded to stand up then bent her knees slightly as she hiked up the bottom of her dress.

I was so focused on the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties and I could see her pussy, that it didn’t even occur to me what she was about to do. So when she began to pee on me, it startled me. I jumped a little, and then I heard laughter- a lot of it. I hadn’t even realized that a bunch of other people from the party had crowded around the doorway to watch. They were pointing and laughing riotously as I slumped further down, now accepting the steady stream of her pee all over me, blushing wildly.

Eventually she finished and someone handed her some TP to wipe herself with, and then she straightened out her dress and looked down at me with a disgust-filled smile, then bent down and shoved the TP in my mouth. Everyone laughed and clapped as she stepped out of the tub, and received high fives and congrats as she and everyone else left me there alone.

I learned later that they’d been playing “truth or dare”, and I was the victim she chose for her “dare”. It was so humiliating… and yet, I can’t stop thinking about her, and have been masturbating over it ever since…

[sweatersub]

It’s okay, I like sissies…

Yeah, really, I think they’re cute, and funny, and useful too- see, most sissy boys I’ve met are weak and deeply submissive. Y’know- betas.

Are you a submissive beta? Would you like me to use you?

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What’s not in the pic? Me. I’m under the table, eating from the doggie bowl, while her actual doggie is eating at the table. It’s my goddess’ way of showing me my place, where I fit into her hierarchy. Lower than her dog. Of course, it all makes good sense- she loves her dog, and I’m just her pathetic bitch, and feel lucky, grateful even, to wear her collar and leash.

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Hehe, you look like an obedient beta simp… wanna get down and lick my boots for me?

Yes, really, silly goose! Now, you do a good job and maybe I’ll take you home with me for some more fun….

[sweatersub]

Betas, bow down and worship superior goddess Tate!

[sweatersub]

She is always so mean to me… now, on top of her constant insults and condescending attitude, she was teasing me, wearing a soft, fuzzy sweater that she knows drives me crazy, and showing me how she liked to pleasure her boyfriend- “see, I put my thumb under his taint, and tickle his balls, like this…” and then she asked, “do you even remember the last time I touched you there? I can’t…”

I couldn’t either. I think it was before we got married. Definitely was before she told me how disappointing I was as a lover, and that she’d decided that sex would simp,y not be a part of our relationship. Before she told me she’d get her physical pleasure from other men, but keep me around as her cuckold husband because I make her laugh and she can use me.

Why would I, or any man, put up with such treatment? Well, because she’s proven to me that I’m not a man, and because I love her cruelty- being treated this way has only made me fall deeper in love with her.

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😛

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So you’re my boyfriend’s roommate?

- uhh… yeah, I am. What?

Well it’s just… it’s just you don’t seem like the kind of guy he’d choose to hang around with, that’s all.

- what do you mean by that?

Well he’s the captain of the football team. His friends are all big, manly, aggressive alpha males, and he’s their leader- the king. And you? Well, y’know, you’re just not… like them. So I’m just surprised he’d choose you for a roommate, that’s all. It’s okay, while I’m waiting for him to get back from practice, you just go about your business and do whatever it is you were doing… looks like you were about to fold your laundry?

- no… no I wasn’t…

Yes you were… why are you… hey, that’s my boyfriend’s clothes… are you doing his laundry for him? You are! I can tell by how you’re blushing! Now I get it… you’re not just his roommate, you’re his little bitch! You probably do all the housework and stuff for him… you must be one of those submissive beta fags, huh… Hahaha, this is sooo funnny! Well, hey, don’t let me distract you from your chores, bitch- in fact, I wanna watch you fold his laundry. I can even supervise- I know how he likes his jock straps and boxers folded.

Well? What’re you waiting for? He’ll be here soon, and I’m sure he expects you to have his laundry done by then. He’d probably be pretty mad if he got home and found you talking to me instead of finishing his laundry… I wonder what he’d do to you… and I don’t know which I’d rather see more- you folding his undies, or my boyfriend punishing you… hmm, lemme think about this…

[sweatersub]

You’re short and stupid, but at least you know you’re not a real man, and you seem to know your place, so… how bout you just shut up and get on your knees for me…

[sweatersub]

Hmm…something tells me you’re going to be a very good, obedient boy for me… you seem sweet, soft and submissive, a real beta male, hmm?

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Boy, he really did a number on you, huh? Humiliated you soooo much… Made you put on panties, skirts, soft furry sweaters… and the thing is? Well, you actually loved it! You tried to deny it, to him, to me, even to yourself. But your stiff little clittie gave you away, told him the truth. You’re just a sissy. A submissive beta bottom. And now he owns you completely. Hilarious!

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Oh? Really… hmm… y’know, I suppose you could put on a sweater like mine and join me. My boyfriend would love having two girls servicing him together…

- But… won’t he mind that I’m not, y’know, a girl?

Oh, no, hehe, he won’t even notice-

- you don’t think so? Maybe we should keep the lights off so it’s too dark for him to really see?

Yeah, okay, whatever… if that’s what you wanna tell yourself. But the truth is, with your short, feminine build, and my soft fuzzy sweater on, and maybe a touch of my perfume, nobody would think you’re actually male….