For the conquered and the conqueror
He knows.
You’ve fooled everyone but Him. To the outside world, you’re a successful businessman at the top of your game. You’ve got a beautiful wife and three healthy kids. You’re fit and strong – played football in college and now regularly go to the gym. You are a Chad. An alpha. But He doesn’t buy it. He looks past these superficial markers of masculine success and sees your heart. You are not an alpha. You’re a beta. And all you want is for a true alpha male to turn you into his little bitch. You want to be conquered.
This is when the masculine men, the alpha men, the daddy doms and domtops, the bosses, brutes and Chads of the world, the men who you look at strutting down the street and envy and lust in equal measure – when those men submit, they are conquered. They become broken alphas. Fallen men.
And isn’t that just kinda hot?
So get on your knees, bitch, and serve. Serve your King, your Emperor, your God. Worship Him. His masculinity is cemented in place; nothing will ever shake it. You both see past the false masculinity of your money and muscles to the weak-willed, sissy-holed, limp-dicked, beta cuck you really are. That all conquered men really are.
So rejoice when He pisses over your luxury car interior. Rejoice when He buys you a new pair of lilac panties with “Homewrecker” etched in glitter on the butt. Rejoice when He calls up your wife for a friendly chat while you lap at His full and potent balls. And rejoice when He bends you over and uses your now-gaping bussy… nah, pussy… as His masculine pleasure aid.
Rejoice that a Real Man has seen you for who you are and has helped you see the light, too. Rejoice that you are conquered.
Common triggers: Domination, degradation, humiliation
