Sissy Servant Loser: a Popular Girl’s Charmed Servant ♕

Dreaming of me on Valentine’s Day.

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, and you know that a diva like me has men lining up to be my king for the day. I let them take me on dates, buy me things, and post me on their stories in exchange for some gifts. Although I enjoy all the diamond jewelry, what I love the most is the sissy servant loser who seems to always come out right around Valentine’s Day. You know the type, awkwardly unattractive, insecure, and willing to do whatever I say. I lead them on and make them my personal servants, and they get to continue hoping that I’ll be their Valentine’s date, (as if!).

My recent victim is Tom. He is the most pathetic little worm I’ve met in my entire life. Tom gives a new meaning to the word  “loser”. He’s so pathetic that he’s willing to follow me around campus and run all my errands for me, just so that I can have time for myself. His typical day consists of holding all my shit around from class to class. Yeah, that’s right… like my coffee mug, my heavy textbooks, my jackets and sweaters, my food, and my drinks.

If it wasn’t for my sissy servant loser I probably wouldn’t even be getting through this semester. He stays after hours in the library researching, writing, and finishing all my most tedious projects and assignments. Whenever I’m cranky in the morning I’ll have him go fetch me a coffee from my favorite cafe on campus! And, the best part?! He serves as my personal towel boy during my cheer practices and football games. I don’t even let him near me. Whenever I’m with my girlfriends, we all take turns laughing and poking fun at him. It’s all with good intentions!

Remember your place sissy servant loser!

My poor sissy servant loser honestly thinks that this wet horny siren is going to give him a chance…yeah, right.  Today at the nail salon, I’m sitting there getting my feet scrubbed and my pathetic loser asked if I’ll be his date on Valentine’s Day.  I just laughed and handed him my right foot to massage while the nail technician was doing her job. Some of the older women in the salon giggled as he continued to massage my feet. He’s absolutely spineless! Whenever I get mad, I take it out on him by kicking him in the rear and making him go “Ouch!” He doesn’t say a word.

The poor pathetic sissy servant loser is too lame to realize that he’s beneath me. He will never get the chance to be with me unless he’s serving me. Furthermore, he will never get to touch me or taste me. However, if he’s lucky enough, I’ll let him watch me when I please myself or I’m being pleased. He’s a worthless spineless bastard that deserves my foot in his mouth and he needs to worship the ground I piss on. He will forever be a brat’s servant, he will forever be chained to me.

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