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She just giggled. And the more I cried, the wider her smile got, and the more she smiled, the harder I cried. It hurt so much more that she was obviously enjoying my pain and anguish. How could she be so cruel? So evil? And yet, she’s so beautiful, standing there in that sexy fuzzy sweater, it didn’t matter- I love her. I always will. Even though she had just broken up with me for the asshole bully who had me in a painful headlock in front of her, I’d always be hers.

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Julia Berolzheimer, superior Goddess to be worshipped by weak, inferior beta males.

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She used to be an intern at my office. She was very well liked by everyone so they made her a job offer, and after she graduated school, she started as an entry level staff. I wa always in awe of her beauty, especially when she wore her soft fuzzy sweaters, which she did all the time. I’m sure she caught me staring many times, but never said anything. I had helped teach her and she was always nice, and very smart. A very quick learner. So it was no surprise that she quickly moved up the ranks, and soon became my peer, as a supervisor. We often worked side by side, on the same projects, and she was always a very hard worker, very driven, and had great ideas so I often found myself letting her take the lead.

Eventually, a manager position opened up and she asked me if I thought she should apply for it. I said sure, why not, thinking to myself there’s no way she’ll get it over me, that I have twice the experience she does. She said ok and we both applied for it and wished each other luck.

I heard nothing about the process, but a few weeks later, I came in to work and she wasn’t at her desk. When I asked a coworker where she was, she smiled widely and asked didn’t I see the announcement? I said no, and she showed me the email announcing the manager promotion. I was mortified seeing that my junior prior intern had gotten it over me. They hadn’t even considered me!

Then my phone rang. It was her calling me into her office, which should’ve been mine! She said that now that she was my boss, things were going to change. That she would not tolerate my laziness, so I had better plan to be working much longer hours. She also said that she knew it’d be hard for me to accept this, but disrespect of any sort would not be tolerated either. She was always so nice and friendly that I was in shock over her now strict and authoritative tone. I was humiliated and ashamed, but felt powerless and weak, and found myself congratulating her and telling her that she deserved the promotion and I would be happy to be working for her, and would work my hardest to do whatever she wants me to.

She said that’s good, that she knows I can be a valuable worker for her, and told me to get her coffee. Then she said, with a condescending wink, don’t worry, She’ll keep wearing the sweaters I like so much…

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So you want to, what, be my slave? You want to clean my house, do my laundry, clean my shoes, wash my car and run my errands? And you want to pay me for it? Hmmm, let me think about it…

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Good boy….down you go…now, tell me, how does it feel to be down on your knees, looking up at me? That’s right, you’re in heaven. Exactly where you want to be. Mmmhmmm….yes, go ahead, worship me. Yes, you may kiss my feet. I might even let you put your mouth on something else… you’d like that wouldn’t you. True worship. Your face buried in my womanhood. All you have to do is swear that your mine forever. That everything you have is mine. And everything you’ll ever have is mine. That’s right….goood boy.

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You’re worthless and pathetic and you know it. Now is your chance to show it. On your knees. Lick my boots clean. Now.

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Waiting patiently. Watching, amused. Pleased.

You used to be a cocky, confident alpha type. But then you met her, and fell hard. In a moment of weakness, when she had you throbbing hard and on the edge, she got you to confess your deepest darkest fantasies. You didn’t know it then, but that was the moment she became your owner. Starting the very next day, she showed up in an amazing large, soft, super fuzzy sweater, and you melted into putty in her hands. And slowly, steadily and systematically, she broke you down, took firm control, trained you, and transformed you into a submissive beta sissy slave.

And here you are, scrubbing her toilets on hands and knees while she watches. She says “kiss it” and you obey. “Lick it”, she demands, and you obey. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do if she orders you to. And for you, it’s bliss, no matter how humiliating it may be. You are hers now.

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Don’t be silly! It doesn’t matter if you’re gay or not! Just because he’s gay doesn’t mean he’d be interested in you...Now stop worrying about it, and just be nice to him and be a good host. He’s my boyfriend’s oldest friend and I want him to feel welcome. Come on, it’ll make me happy...good friends care for each other’s happiness, don’t you agree? So don’t you want me to be happy? Ok, good... so...one more thing...I want you to wear my sweater tonight, ok? Apparently, he’s more comfortable around girls than boys, and it will really accentuate your feminine qualities. You’ll wear it for me, won’t you?

Prologue: despite feeling emasculated and humiliated, I wore her soft sweater. Her boyfriend openly mocked me, and his friend? Well, let’s just say he wouldn’t keep his hands off me. I tried to stop him, but he was very persuasive and seductive. He eventually took my virginity that night, and showed me what I am. But it was really all her doing.

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What, so you thought since you couldn’t get any of those skinny bitches to date you, you try your luck with a bigger girl? You stupid, stupid fool. Of course I’m going to reject you just like they did, the only difference is, I’m bigger and stronger than you, and you’ve pissed me off-

You’re about to realize that it was a very bad idea. Because I hate short, wimpy men like you to begin with, and because I’m a natural dominant and sadist. And now you’re here, caught in my web. There’ll be no escape, and there’ll be no mercy either.

Ahh, there it is…finally… that look of fear and regret, but… it’s mixed with excitement, isn’t it? Is your little thingy twitching? Getting hard? Of course it is… all you losers do when you realize your little idea has backfired and you’ve messed with the wrong woman. When you realize I’ve taken charge. When you accept that are under my power, and have no control. It’s a beautiful moment, really.

Get on your knees for me. Yes, that’s it. Good boy…

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Oh, come now, we both know you’re not gonna resist me. So stop trying to act like a man- just give in to me now. It will be better this way. You’ll see…

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All it takes is a moment, her icy stare erases any trace of masculine bravado, and makes it abundantly clear- she is the alpha here, you’ll be advised to be quiet and obey.

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“Please Miss, please may I be of service in any way? You’re so beautiful, and I would love to be your slave....I would do anything...”

Eventually, after she refused to acknowledge my existence or even look in my direction, I stopped begging, meekly slinking away.

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In worship of sweater goddess Ellie Bamber

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Be honest… if I asked you to wear my sweater and be nice to my boyfriend, would you do it?

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Like my sweater?

I know you wish you could wear it.

I know you’re a sissy.

Stop pretending to be a man and admit it.

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Come on little man, you can’t fool me… you’re short and shy and weak, and you have a very embarrassing weakness, don’t you?

That’s why I love to wear my soft, feminine sweaters around you… I think it’s quite funny how submissive and pliable you become, how easily controlled. And I know you feel so humiliated, but you love the feeling, don’t you?

So let’s stop the charade, shall we, and you can just openly be my slave. It’ll be much better this way, you’ll see…

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What a pathetic little loser. You know what? I think I’m gonna take you home and train you. I’m sure with a little discipline, a firm hand and my soft sweaters, I’ll have you performing to my standards in no time.