I’d be in bed by 9 if it meant I could wear her outfit later 😍 what a great combination.

Oh, come on, enough already… y’know, I’m sick and tired of your whining, like a little bitch… this is your fault- you only have yourself to blame. If you could satisfy me like a real man, I wouldn’t be going out right now. So stop crying, get your chores done, put on your nighties, and be in your bed by 10. Understand? ‘Cause if I bring my date back here tonight, I certainly don’t want him to see my sissy beta husband flouncing around the house- Trust me, if you spoil my evening, I will take it out on you with a spanking so severe, you’ll regret ever being born…

I’m in denial and jealous of her incredible fur dress and muff!

Ooof. Just end me now, I absolutely simp for this supreme woman.

Tall, confident, imposing and… intimidating, at least to beta males, who are afraid of women to begin with. When they see a superior alpha woman like her, in her fur, betas cower and tremble, frozen in fear. And of course instantly recognize that servitude and worship are what they’re meant for.

That look combined with such an amazing fur. It completely defeats my resolve phew!

She gives you that look and you just melt. You didn’t want to do this- you’re in love with her, but since she doesn’t see you in that way, and in no uncertain terms told you she wants to keep things “just friends”, you’ve fallen into accepting this role- her bff, her “special little helper” she even called you once- what many refer to as her simp. Try as you might, you simply can’t resist her, or refuse her anything she wants.

So, as you escort her to the car, the start of your night as the designated driver for her date with another man, the humiliation and dread you feel beginning to well up inside, you want so badly to back out. You know it will be a long night of excruciating emotional pain, and then she flashes that look, her eyes burrowing deep into your soul, telling you she’s grateful for you, and she knows you love her deeply and how painful this will be for you, and doing this for her, enduring all that pain for her, suffering for her, is how you get to demonstrate that love- it’s the only way for you.

And with that look, any resolve you may have had to back out melts away, replaced with the sense of duty and obedience that submissive betas are naturally given to. You are hers, and you’ll be for her whatever she wishes you to be.

Another amazing month! Miss February has excellent taste in fur.

Miss February, for your denial enjoyment.

Full length fur is such a denial and I love this whole idea. Incredible way to start the year I say!

This outfit is made to reduce me to jelly! So fluffy

You look confused boy. It’s very simple. In my presence, you belong on your knees and ready to obey. If you know what’s good for you, I suggest you get down. Now.

The ultimate fantasy. So detailed I love it

“Watch this,” she said with a mischievous smile, the snapped her fingers, and I immediately dropped to my knees. A second snap and further down I went, kissing her boots with all the love and respect my goddess deserves. My face turned red and hot as I heard gasps and goggles from her friends. One said “wow, you’ve certainly got him well trained!” and another commented “that’s impressive,” and requested, “you’ll just have to share your training program with us,”.

“Well, it was quite easy, actually,” my wife replied, “in our relationship, I’ve always been the alpha, and he’s always been very much the beta. I just gave it a nudge here and there, and I found that the more demanding I became, the more obedient he became. And of course, whenever he disappointed me, he was disciplined, as harshly as I could muster. Mostly spankings, whippings, writing lines, time outs, that sort of thing, and on occasion, when he really messed up, I’d find ways to increase the pain and include some pretty extreme humiliation. I know, I know,” she continued, ”it sounds harsh, but I also reward him when he pleases me- usually, he gets to, umm…, well he calls it “worshiping” me- and he’s learned to become quite skilled with his tongue.”

“That’s his reward?” one of the ladies remarked, “I have to practically beg my husband to go down on me… ”

“Oh honey. That’s just not right. A gorgeous goddess like you? Don’t you worry, we’re gonna fix him.”, my wife responded. Then she snapped her fingers again. I’d been kissing her boots the entire time, and was grateful for a break, and returned to my kneeling position as she looked down at me, and began tenderly stroking my hair. “Honey, it’s time for you to go get changed now,” she said softly. I got up and walked to the bedroom, and proceeded to change into the outnshed left out for me- panties, a mid length pleated skirt and a fuzzy pink sweater like the one she had on. Wearing her clothes always filled me with an intense mixture of shame, humiliation, and a pleasant girly feeling that never failed to have me fully erect.

When I reported back to her, there was even more gasping and laughter than before. “Ladies,” my wife announced, the real secret ingredient to subduing and taking control of your man is humiliation, and that starts with emasculation. Once you take away his sense of manhood, and turn him into a mincing feminized sissy, he will quickly reach his breaking point, and from then on, he’s all yours, to shake and mold into the most obedient slave you could ever imagine. I’m sure some of your men will be easier to break, and others tougher, but don’t worry- I’ll be here to help you every step of the way!”

One final snap of her fingers indicated she was done with me, so I curtsied as trained and left them to talk. It was a strangely mortifying yet proud event for me. I am living my dream as a sissy slave to my superior wife.

Serving multiple alpha females, I just submit when the fur coats go on, my goodness. Where do I sign up!

Don’t feel bad for him… he’s an obvious beta, and he’s right where he belongs- beneath us.

Even if you are feeling sorry for him, the best thing you can do for him is to boss him around, demean him and degrade him. The bigger of a bully you are to him- the more assertive and more demanding you are, the deeper in love he’ll fall for you. And what’s great is you don’t have to feel bad about not having feelings for him…well, other than your feelings of contempt, disgust and pity- he’s used to that. He’s learned to accept it.

I know, I know, it’s pathetic, but he can’t help it- it’s just how he’s wired. So who are we not to take advantage of him, right?

Right, we might as well use him- and since he craves the abuse, it’s kind of a win/win…

Perfection, what a goddess in fur!

No, just stop that. We both know you’re not in charge here, I am. You’re nothing but a short, weak, submissive beta male, and it’s time you showed your superiors proper respect, hmm? Now, get down on your knees, kiss my feet, and apologize for your inexcusable attitude while I contemplate your punishment.

That look just withers my masculinity on the spot! She would be confidently owning me in that fur.

Alright, yes, you’ll do.

You can come with me if you like. I won’t date you of course, I’d never date a short little wimpy beta boy like you, but, I will let you serve me. I’ll allow you the privilege of attending to my every want and whim, and in exchange, I’ll torture and ridicule you, I’ll tear you down and eradicate what little masculinity you might have, and ensure you are stripped of any confidence or self esteem you foolishly have clung to. You see, I’ll destroy you just for fun and amusement, and you will live to suffer my abuse and domination.

Sounds good? Ok then, come with me little one.

The next words out of my mouth as I fall to my knees: “I surrender, mistress!”

Yeah? Okay, come on boy, try it. Just try!

But you’d better understand that when I take you down, and you pinned beneath me, I’ll show you no mercy. None whatsoever, no matter how much you beg. I will beat and torture you, spit on you, slap you, ridicule and laugh at you, and I won’t stop until you’re completely broken.

And yes. I’ll enjoy every bit of it.

I would do anything to start at those perfect pantyhose toes peeking out of her shoes! What a magical fur goddess.

To betas, she’s a goddess on her throne, all you wanna do is crawl to her and worship her at her feet, in hopes that she’ll allow you to serve her in some way, both of you knowing that she’s a superior woman, and you belong beneath her.

So much to worship, she’s incredible

True goddess. So superior. I worship her.

I’m helpless against her!

She doesn’t suffer fools. Fools suffer for her. She will make you suffer, and you will submit. You know you will. You’re a weak beta, that’s what you do.

Yes ma’am, always at her feet!

A boy like you needs to understand your place. Do you?

Nngh, drives me crazy knowing I would agree with her when dressed like that!

Oh no, sweetie, this party is for men and women to meet compatible partners and, you know, enjoy each other’s company. The type of people attending wouldn’t really be interested in you… you wouldn’t be comfortable being there…. I think it’d be best for you to run along home and start your housework, okay?