mi**** Posted May 9 It started with small things. He grabbed my weights before I could. Offered me a towel I didn’t ask for. “Need water?” he asked, every time I passed the fountain. All muscles and manners. Too polite. Too eager. Like he was trying a little too hard to be seen. I let him hover. Let him think I didn’t notice the way he watched Me from across the gym mirror. How his breath caught when I gave a simple command to someone else. How his eyes dropped whenever I looked directly at him. He wasn’t flirting. He was serving. Clumsily. Subconsciously. Pathetically. It was cute—watching a man so big and brawny squirm under My silence. The day I thanked him, just once, his ears turned red. The next day, he followed Me to My car and asked if I needed help loading My bag. He wasn’t just offering help. He was begging for permission. So I asked: “Do you always act this way for women who ignore you, or just the ones who make your cock twitch when they tell you no?” His jaw clenched. His eyes fell. Caught. That’s when the real him started to show. The bashful voice. The fidgeting. The soft “Yes, Ma’am.” And just like that… I saw him for what he truly was: Not a man. Not a dom. Not even close. A beta in denial. A sissy in waiting. A pet waiting for training. And lucky for him—I’m very good at breaking in boys. Part 2?
Mi**** Posted May 9 1 minute ago, mistresschocolatee said: @mistressE7787 i got you my fellow queen your gonna LOVE IT HAHA 😂❤️ Absolutely, thanks for responding. Other queens aren't as nice.
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