Men Were Born to Serve: Embracing the Power of Femdom

As a dominant woman, I've unlocked the true power in understanding that men were born to submit—and I will always take pleasure in their weakness.

The truth is simple, darling: men are diabolical sluts. For all their bravado and bravely constructed egos, they remain weak to the sensuality, the sexuality, and the lust that women exude.

If you're a heterosexual man, you know the truth I speak of—you've always been at the mercy of women, haven't you? Whether you realize it or not, this desire, this hunger, has always left you vulnerable. You’ve never stood a chance.

Men—dominant or submissive, it doesn't matter. You all share this same, sweet weakness.

You crave the attention of women, you thirst for sexual connection, and your mind, your body, every part of you is built to bend to that desire.

It’s why my role as a femdom is so delicious. You see, I know you can’t resist me. You never could.

The way my hair glistens in the light, the curve of my lips, my eyes that pierce through you with the power of knowing exactly what I can make you do—all of it plays with your mind, your body.

I don’t have to lift a finger. I don't need to strip down for you. You are already weak.

That weakness, dear submissive, is your greatest gift to me.

I wish more women understood the power they hold, how easily they could have men at their feet, doing their bidding, tending to their needs. But I suppose I’m one of the lucky ones.

I found my power young. I realized the way men are wired, how easily they are ruled by their desire to serve, to submit. It was almost too easy. You see, when I was in college, I had men crawling over themselves to worship at my feet.

I remember one in particular—he came over from Craigslist, bought me sushi, and knelt before me to kiss my toes while I ate. He knew his place, as do all men when they’re in my presence.

Even now, as a professional dominatrix, that power has only grown stronger. Men pay me to dominate them. They pay me to take their balls in my hand, to bend them over, to peg them into oblivion, making them climax again and again under my control.

But this is the thing—I could never be submissive. The power I wield, the control I have, is far too intoxicating. I am fully committed, now and forever, to using my dominant prowess to have men serve me.

Because, darling, men were born to serve.

And what better purpose is there in life than to serve me and make me happy?

There will always be another man ready to step in, to do my laundry, to bow at my feet. The cycle continues, and I savor every moment of it. And deep down, they love it too. They live for it. They live for me.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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