Why Being Her Slave Is Better Than Dating
Dates don’t make you nervous anymore. They bore you for the most part, and you can’t remember the last time you didn’t sneak off to the toilet to jerk one in lieu of an appetizer. You tell yourself it’s to clear your mind. Or maybe you just don’t care why you do it anymore. The point is, you’re over it. You don’t care for the awkward small talk, having to coddle anyone’s insecurities, and worse, gag, leading the way. At first it was a little fun, faking it. Pretending to be alpha. Ha.
You turn numb when you have to cover up your incessant desire to serve for too long. You grow restless, irritable, directionless. With no real purpose, you’re always on auto-pilot. You aren’t living. It’s sad because if you were normal you would have no trouble dating. You’re not terribly ugly and your job isn’t completely embarrassing. You sabotage your own attempts at dating with your inability to hold a conversation with anybody who doesn’t seek to control you. You just want to be manipulated so badly.
Real heaven is when She understands you need to be owned, and that by doing anything to make her happy you are benefiting the both of you. You want Her to understand that going to the ends of the earth is more for you than for Her, because you crave the rare security of knowing She’ll always be there tomorrow, wanting even more from you, no remorse. It’s so hard for you to find someone that blatantly uses the shit out of you, all these girls on dating apps are too damn nice to you. What’s a simp like you have to do to be financially, mentally, even (especially?) physically destroyed?
Once you find Her, there’s no looking back. Even if you try to go back to the World of Vanilla, you’re always going to look for Her in everybody. Even when you’re fucking somebody else, even when you think you’ve fallen in love, even if you get married and have babies, late at night when you’re awake by yourself trying to get off, you’ll think of Her. The one who knew how to say all the right things, the one who knew how to put you in your place. The one who took you to new heights and showed you a world you never knew before Her, nobody could top that. You’d do anything for Her, even if it meant watching Her dating other guys while you did everything for Her, just so you could remain a particle in Her world. An otherwise nuisance if you weren’t pulling your weight and then some: buying everything She ever wanted, doing every inane task She could think of. It’s all worth it, so long as you get to be used by Her.
