𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬~
Your crush rejected you, 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲~💕
Your like, a total loser, why would the queen of the school wanna date you~?
When she sees potential in you as devoted servant, your helpless to refuse~
If you can’t be her boyfriend, you may as be her 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩~
Doing as your told for scraps of attention~
Such a good 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐲~💕
Fendom Findomme loser paypig simp puppy goddess mommy
When your crush rejected you, it felt like your life had fallen apart. The small, endearing future the two of you shared in fantasy crumbling to dust. Weeks of gazing upon her sculpted beauty from afar; rehearsing an application to be hers; building courage for a feat you believed impossible. All swept away with a single word~
“𝐧𝐨~”
She didn’t even bother to look you in the eyes when she said it, not wasting more then a single breath on you. Disgust evident as she strutted away.
Your feelings didn’t diminish after the rejection. In your eyes, she was still a goddess among mortals, blessing your eyes each time you gazed at her. She noticed your infatuation far more often, now that you’d admitted it. Pitying you with a smirk each time you she caught you glaring, entranced, revelling in the lovesick affection. Stealing men’s attention was hardly new for her, but something about your unique blend seemed to fascinate her.
Eventually cornering you after class, with an offer that made your heart sing~
“I find your infatuation with me 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞~ always ogling me, as though I have you in 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞~ I bet you would do 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢��𝐠 for a girl like me~💕”
She was right, the mere act of her speaking to you made you melt. Head dizzy, each moment of her soft voice directed upon you a paradise you hardly bared to leave. This was an aspect of you she was oh so 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 to use to her advantage~
At first, it started small. Little favours that hardly asked much; that you were oh so eager to compete for her. Opening her locker. Carrying her books. Completing her homework. It was so simple, and the attention she rewarded you with was, 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. Sure, it was a lil emasculating, following behind her like a 𝐝𝐨𝐠 with a stack of her things. You hardly saw the fault though, these were triviality’s a girl like her needn’t worry about~
Eventually her tasks ramped up in difficulty~ in price~ 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲~
Buying her lunch, no matter how expensive her taste. Writing out entire assignments for her, no matter how daunting the word count. Rubbing her feet after practise, kneeling before her as though you were some common pawn.
A part of desired to stop, to regain some agency, instead of being a dumb little errand boy for hardly any reward. Each task you completed simply felt too 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 to quit though. The praise after you swiped the card. Hand running through your hair after slaving away on an essay. Wrapped around her finger, and it made you 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞~
After a few weeks, there was no limit to the tasks she would set. Some useful to her, some to view how deeply you would demean yourself for her pleasure. Running a desperate tongue against her shoe for her amusement. Eating scraps of the floor, like a dumb trained mutt. Completing her assignments on all fours. You couldn’t say no to her. Pleasing her fulfilled you in a way nothing else could. Following her around the school like a lost puppy, waiting for her to bless you with another task. A trained simp for her pleasure and her pleasure alone.
Your grades were declining, entire essays skipped with no time to work on them. Bank account in shambles, no way to deny her, sending whatever amount she saw fit. Social life in ruin, the joke of the school, a slave to the girl who rejected him.
Yet you had never been happier. Serving her gave you purpose like nothing you had ever experienced. You would do anything for her. Send any amount for her.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬~
𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 for me~ <3
You’ve done well, steering clear of Findomme, taking such a well earned rest~💕
But if we’re being honest, it wasn’t 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 worth it~
Every day expending so much willpower, refusing to so much as 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 at ur phone~
Spending the nights in a cold sweat, tossing and turning as my words intrude ur brain, encourage you to return to my side~💋
So much effort, so much 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧~
And what do you have to show for it~? >.<
A little more cash in ur savings account, and a soul 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 lack of purpose~
Even ur brain betrays you, constant thoughts of 𝐬𝐚𝐜����𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 plaguing your thoughts~
You did well simp, but it’s time to return to ur 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 at my feet~💖
𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 for me, it’ll feel so good to surrender 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠~🤭