I’m finally on Twitter shitstain. you’ve made a compelling case as to why I should expand my empire from just owning your pathetic ass and let the rest of these hungry faggots compete for my attention. So go on, tiny-dick, introduce your Master to the world. And PayPal me $100 along with a “thank you” once you have. NOW!!
i am honored to introduce my Master, Alpha O to the cyber-world.
i have been serving Alpha O for just over a year and a half in real-time. It is the grandest of understatements to say that he has completely upturned my life, and i am truly powerless to resist him and his continued destruction of me. And look at him - can You blame me? Many of you reach out to me to let me know just how much you enjoy some of my more brutal posts. I can say without any hesitation, most of them are based somewhat - if not fully - on true aspects of my life under Alpha O’s heel. The post about coming home to an eviction notice and sharing it with Alpha O only to be met with his totally amused smile? Totally true. I was panicking and he just smiled before telling me to “figure it out, faggot” and made me order him lunch before sending me off to scrub the toilet he’d kindly “left a mess” for me (I didn’t end up actually getting evicted - but making rent is a struggle every month and i am actively looking for a cheaper apartment - tough, when i already live in a studio).
Alpha O is the realest of the real. We knew each other in real-life through friends of friends. We weren’t close, but as I am sure you other betas know, encountering a true Alpha in the wild makes an indeliable impression that is not easily shaken. I was obsessed with Him - His body, His looks, His attitude - right from the get go. I couldn’t get him off my mind. Whenever our worlds would collide and I had the true honor of conversing with him, I would break out in a full body sweat and mumble through a conversation. I remember he’d get this smug look in his eyes and a subtle smirk would appear on his face - fully aware of and enjoying the effect he was having on me. But that was the extent of it for years. Random interactions here and there. But all the while, my desire to be HIS grew and grew, despite the utter improbability of that ever happening.
But life is full of surprises.
It started out with a pathetic lie on my part. Something I knew would peak his interest and enable me to converse with him again. Alpha loves his sneakers. I’d see him post all the time about this new shoe or that new shoe. Yeezy’s, Nike’s, old school, new stuff - whatever. He liked it all. Knowing nothing of the sneaker world save for the object of my desire’s interest in them, I reached out to him online and made up a story about having a hook-up on some sick new yeezy’s. He was immediately interested and I asked him to let me know if there were any shoes he had his eye on and that I would reach out to my “friend.” He immediately took me up on my offer and sent me several options. It was at that point I became aware of just how costly and difficult to obtain shoes like yeezy’s are. They’re not just available at the store - rather they’re released on specific dates and are immediately snatched up and sell out within minutes. The shoes are then resold for multiple times their initial cost. My plan of simply buying the shoes myself and pleasing him went out the window immediately. I’d fucked up.
We went back and forth a bit over the next few weeks, me admitting that I hadn’t known how difficult these shoes were to get and that I had overestimated my “friend’s” connection. He was cool and ready to be done talking about it with me, and I knew I had to make a move if this attempt at getting on his good side was going to have been worth it. I let down all pretense of pride and just proceeded like the submissive beta male I am and simply apologized to him for my inability to follow through on my end of the deal and I asked him if he would allow me the honor of just buying him a pair of shoes myself to show how sorry I was. He was, obviously, taken aback. He said I didn’t need to do that, that he appreciated my trying to help, but I insisted and said it would be a privilege. His tone changed slightly as he said “you’ve seen how expensive these shoes can be, right?” I confirmed that I had and he laughed and said “well shit, if you want to spend your own money on getting some sick shoes on my feet, I’m not going to stop you.” And so, I did. I further lowered myself during that process, saying I was too confused by the ordering /release process and couldn’t figure it out - which was true. I asked him if I could just send him the money directly, since he was much smarter and more capable when it came to this stuff. More laughter, and then it happened. The first time of many. He sent a simple, short message that rocked my world and continues to rock it to this day. “Sure. Send $850 to my paypal.”
He received the cash and said “got it. Haha can’t believe you just paid $850 on a pair of shoes for me.” I asked him, “Do you enjoy the fact that I did?” He responded, “FUCK YEAH!! It’s awesome! I love it, I just don’t know why you did.” At this point, i was already dizzy and was jerking my little dick to one of the most intense orgasms of my life (something i no longer have the ability to do - more on that later). I couldn’t believe how seamlessly things had gone down. I’d sent him money for shoes. He was loving it. I was loving it. In my dizzy state of servil success, i just went for it. I came clean. My phone in one hand, my little dick between two fingers of the other i told him i liked it too. In fact, i told him, that there had never been a friend and i apologized for leading him on. I just wanted to buy him shoes. And, i said, maybe we could make it a semi-frequent thing. Not $800 everytime obviously - bc at the time, I thought that would be crazy - but a couple hundred every now and then on shoes that caught his eye here and there. “Are you serious?,” he inquired. “Why? Are you some sort of shoe freak? Haha.” I told him no, not a shoe freak. But that I was a submissive beta male who lives to serve and please true Alpha Males and that he was the single greatest example of Alpha Maledom i had ever encountered and I’d wanted to submit to Him and serve him since the moment i first met him. I waited for a response. I couldn’t even breathe. I’d never been on such a high before, just waiting - blood pulsing loud in my temples, and then, it came. His response: “You’re fucking right I am, worm!”
Over the next few weeks, we chatted here and there, referring to the first of many transactions and what had transpired because of it. He also told me that he had been doing some research after our conversation and he understood more where I was coming from. He asked “how low of a beta faggot are you, exactly?” My knees trembled. I explained that as true as an Alpha he was, I was at least double in my authentic faggotry. i said i truly live to serve and please an Alpha Man like him and whatever He may dream up for me to do in terms of accomplishing that was fully acceptable to me. I told Him that he didn’t need to ask when he wanted another pair of shoes or anything at all - He never had to ask for anything. I existed to obey and serve and I wanted him to enjoy the power that came with truly owning a submissive beta bitch that he could boss around and bark orders at. He was more than down. I said that I fully accepted that he was a straight man and that he had no sexual interest in me and I never expected to do anything physical with him. He laughed and said not only will I never do anything physical, but that I would never even see him naked, but he’d turn my brains into scrambled eggs teasing me with his body and what I’ll never get. He told me he loved the idea of humiliating and degrading me and I told him that seeing him laugh because of some humiliation or degradation I was suffering due to him would be the greatest honor of my life. I have since been very, very honored.
For the next few months, i averaged a pair of shoes or two a month, usually about $200-$300, with a pricy pair thrown in every three months or so. He would also send me receipts for dinners with his girlfriend, supplements, car washes, etc. The most special occasions were when he would surprise me at the restaurant where I work with his girlfriend in tow (Mistress is an absolutely Alpha Queen knockout herself and their presence together is legitimately disruptive). He’d make me show them to a table and then take care of them, making sure I was on my knees every single time I was at their table (odd, but not obviously so from onlookers perspectives). I would serve them whatever food and drinks they ordered, making sure to keep their drinks full and to ensure they had everything they needed at all times. I learned the hard way the embarrassment that came from overlooking some aspect of their meal. By this point, Alpha O had taken to referring to me as “Wallet,” and on one occasion where his girlfriend required more dressing and I wasn’t around he bellowed out at top of his lungs “WALLET!!!” I came scurrying from the kitchen, red faced and sweating and he continued, in only a slightly quieter fashion “where the fuck have you been??” I apologized and attempted to mumble out an excuse but he cut me off and said “does it look like she has enough dressing for her salad?” “No, Sir,” i admitted. “Go get her another side of it and bring me your bag.” I did as i was told, neevous and trembling. I handed her her dressing and Him my bag. He opened it and fished out my wallet, yanking out the $150 or so dollars I had in it and threw my bag back to me while counting the cash and putting it in his pocket (his girlfriend smiling sinisterly besides him). “Much better, don’t you think wallet?” “Yes Sir,” i croaked from my knees besides their table, thankful that nobody around seemed to be any the wiser to what was occurring. He continued, “In fact, I shouldn’t even have had to even ask you for MY money, wallet, so from now on, whenever we come in, you’ll hand over every last dollar you have on you at the time and I NEVER want to hear an excuse, understood? You just say “yes Sir” and “thank you sir”. Whether you can pay your rent or your bills is not my concern, and remember, I can always take more if I want, so just be happy with what I’m demanding the first time.” And that’s how it would go. They would come in, order up a storm for free, and while I could have just comped the whole meal, Alpha O didn’t want me to get off that easy. Instead, at the end of the meal, i would present them with a checkbook, inside of which would be their bill with a copy of my credit card receipt stapled to it. The tip line would be scratched out. The total re-written to really let it sink in, and on the left side of the booklet would be all the cash I had happened to have on me that day along with a note thanking Alpha O and praising some aspect of Him or His physique. It was... intense. But just to emphasize how quickly and fully He had come to embrace his role and authentically occupy it, he started making me hide a glass in the restroom whenever he entered. At the end of the meal, He would get up and slip off to the restroom without any warning. It was my duty to pay attention and to be kneeling outside the door whenever He came out. Thankfully, the restrooms were right beside a server station so I could almost-convincingly look as though i was looking for something on the floor - i just never knew how long I’d have to kneel or who may come along and see me. When he’d come out, he’d step up to me and again, hoping nobody happened to be walking by, I’d lean forward and kiss the tops of his shoes - usually shoes I had bought Him - and thank him. He’d pat my head and say “good wallet. Remember: video. And thank me.” I’d nod and offer him a “yes Sir,” before slipping into the restroom, finding the now full glass of his warm piss and film myself thanking him for the privilege of serving him before chugging down the whole glass of his superior straight piss.
Sometimes, I’d come out of the restroom and He and His Girlfriend would be still at the table, watching the video and laughing their asses off. Sometimes they’d be gone, and I’d be on cloud nine for the rest of the day, His piss on my breath throughout the rest of my shift.
Somewhere around the 6th month he discovered the concept of chastity and had me order a small pink cage for “your baby dick.” Since then, i stay locked 24/7 and he holds the key on a key-ring next to my building key and my apartment key - we now refer to my apartment as His Fuck Pad, and its a place he brings his side bitches to fuck. He’ll usually do this while I am at work, sending me pics to tease and torment me, or he’ll bring over his laundry and send me to my laundry room, telling me to stay there, wash, dry and fold all of his laundry and wait for a text telling me He was finished. He’d always leave my apartment and sheets a mess and on the occasions i was lucky enough to be in his presence following one of his fuck dates, he’d make me kneel before Him, stuffing his used condom - slick with the juices from whatever slut’s pussy He’d destroyed and full of his thick, potent load - into my mouth. He usually takes off shortly after he’s finished, making me bring his laundry to his car and telling me to suck on my treat until he texts me that He is home, but sometimes, He’ll hang out, order dinner on my card and make me offer my back as His foot rest. On VERY special days, he’ll tell me to lay on my back and He’ll use my face as his foot rest and on those occasions, i have truly never been happier or more fulfilled (despite my little cock frustratingly straining against the confines of its cage). On one not so special occasion, he was so disappointed with the sex because the chick he brought over couldn’t take his cock in her pussy, that he bent me over the soiled sheets of my bed and paddled my ass until i almost blacked out. He refers to that occasion WHEVEVER He detects the least bit of resistance or ingratitude from me, as it is a pain i never want to experience again and actively fear.
After we passed the one year mark, He got a little sentimental, reflecting on the year and thanking me for truly allowing this Alpha Asshole He always knew was inside him to come out and flourish. He explained how much He LOVED the power He has over me and how pumped and happy it makes Him to take my money and humiliate me. i was thrilled to hear Him say this, so much so, that i wasn’t really listening when He said that now we can really get serious and that we were beyond this kids play bullshit - almost as if the compliments and expressions of happiness were offered by design. Remember how I mentioned that at the beginning of all this i had told him that obviously I couldn’t afford to buy him $800 shoes EVERY month? Well, dear reader, it turns out, I could. And he showed me how.
Leaving behind the “kids play bullshit” meant signing me up to take over most of his bills and to put my card on a website that allows you to make installment payments on high priced shoes. So now, he gets new shoes all the time and each month, my card is auto-deducted for the installment payments for however many shoes I am still paying off. With that, plus his gym membership and utilities, i am now spending about $1200 directly via auto payments each month. An amount that still makes me dizzy and i can’t believe that i have found a way to do so. Well, to be fair, He found a way for me to do so. i had a breakdown in May because of the demand and He came over, saying He was going to help me figure it out. That resulted in Him having me get in my car and driving it to a few lots until we got a good price for it. He allowed me to keep the money, telling me not to be a dumb faggot and spend it, so that the months ahead would be more manageable. I had already borrowed money from some friends and family up until that point, so once i had paid them back and caught up on my own bills, the money from my car didn’t really stretch that far so by end of July, i was again freaking out so once again, He came over and literally slapped some sense into me before sitting down and going through my finances line by line. He cancelled Netflix, he cancelled Spotify. He asked when the last time my skinny, weak ass had gone to the gym and I told him it had been months, which he had expected, so i called and cancelled that. It didn’t feel like progress, as combined it still resulted to less than $100 and drastically limited cheap entertainment i could try to enjoy in my newly improvised state. But He was insistent. He then pointed out that besides rent, my biggest expenses were Lyfts and Uber’s that i now relied on since losing my car. He asked me if i thought i was special or something. i said that i did not and he slapped me again and told me to “ride the bus like the trash you are then!” So now, i am required to send him pictures of me during my bus commute to and from work everyday. Speaking of work, since i work in a restaurant, He said i should NEVER spend a cent on food and it was my responsibility to stock up at work to get me through my days off. Again, i’m required to send him pics of my usually humbling meals. For his part, he loves sending me pics of his luxury sports car and the meals he enjoys with and without his girlfriend. Brutal, but undeniably hot and every bit the cruel, demanding Alpha i couldn’t even have dreamed i’d be serving.
And to his credit - i can afford the payments now. Barely. I have very little left over and am still late on rent each month, as he still has me pay for random things here and there “like cleaning supplies, toilet paper, paper towels, etc when i come over to clean the apartment He shares with His Girlfriend (who is always kind enough to write out a list of special instructions or random chores that she wants to be done that day. She also leaves me a pair of her panties for me to put on over my caged clit while i clean their home - Alpha O always takes a pic of the humiliating sight and sends it to her if she isn’t home).
And that has been life for the last year and a half, and here we are at another milestone along the way! I’ve told Alpha O so many times how He is the greatest Master a fag could dream of serving in every way possible and i would know as I’ve served several over the years. i tell him how it’s so real, authentic and natural with Him, and that so many other Masters have to fake it or are down right betas posing as Doms. I’ve told him he could make a killing on the scene and he’s always resisted it - until now. So with all of that said, it is my true honor to introduce Alpha O to all you lucky fags, betas, cash-slave’s and humiliation hounds.
Thank You, Sir. $100 sent.
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