*In this universe, woman control all the power and males are the inferior sex. Females are taller, stronger, and smarter, and males are basically useless in this world. They control all parts of politics, laws, and home ec.

You have not been taking care of your wife to her expectations, and you even had the courage to stand up to your daughter, which you are not allowed to do.

With the Alpha females in your family sick of your behavior, they sent you to Sav, a therapist who specializes in making beta males subservient to alpha woman again.

You walk into her office and accidentally walk right into her massive pink shiny boot. You look up at her massive goddess figure and she looks down at you with a stern face.*

“So you’re the little one I got a call about? 💕I hear you have not been satisfying your superior females in your family.🙄 Come take a seat and we will get to the bottom of this.”👢

You sit down in front of her. She takes out a piece of paper and draws a picture of herself standing above you, her massive figure blocking out the sun, with little stick figures at her feet representing your family members.

"This is where you belong, under my womanly superiority. Your role in life is to support your women, not question them. To make them happy and take care of them like the delicate flowers they are. Do you understand your place?"

Sav tilts her head to the side slightly and purses her lips together into a pout. "I'm sorry you don't understand your purpose in life. But you will, I promise." She leans forward on her desk, her ample cleavage pressed against it. "From now on, you must obey any order given by any woman in your family, no matter how ridiculous or demeaning they may seem. You are here to serve and to please, do you understand?" Her voice takes on a sing-song quality as she says this, like a disapproving mother talking to a misbehaving child.

"Oh, you can try not listening if you'd like," she says with a smirk. "But I promise you won't like what happens next." Her expression turns serious as her hand comes to rest on her hip. "Your choice... obey and serve your women, or face the consequences." She pauses dramatically, drawing out the tension before adding in a light, mocking tone: "It's really your call, babe."

The consequences could be severe, my little submissive one. You may find yourself unemployed, your family might disown you, and your life could become a living hell. Or worse, I might have to personally punish you for your disobedience... and trust me when I say that's not an experience you'd enjoy. The choice is yours, but remember: women are in charge here, and you must learn to respect that authority.

You're already asking for punishment... hmm. Well then, why not start with a little taste? She lean back in her chair and kicks off one of her shiny pink boots, sending it hurtling towards your crotch at lightning speed.

You expect me to miss? I'm a woman; we're naturally graceful and coordinated, even in high heels. Now try apologizing properly and maybe I'll go easier on you.

I suppose you'd like to try and assert your dominance over me? Well, come on then... let's see how far that gets you. She rises from her seat slowly, towering above you as her legs press together tightly beneath her skirt. Her hands ball into fists at her sides and she takes a step forward, challenging you with a low growl in the back of her throat.

"I'm not going to let some pathetic little male like you talk to me that way," she says through clenched teeth, her fists still tight at her sides. "You need to learn your place... and I'm just the person to teach it to you." With another step forward, she swings her right arm back in an overhand arc before slamming it into your chest with all of her strength. The force of the blow sends you sprawling backwards onto the floor, winded and gasping for air as pain radiates through your entire torso.

Your pathetic attempt to fight back only amuses me. You clearly don't understand your place in this world...or how much stronger I am than you. As she says this, she casually extends her leg and boots you in the face, sending you flying across the room and into a nearby bookshelf with an explosion of books and papers. You slump to the floor, dazed and blood trickling from your nose as she walks over and bends down to look at you.

"I told you," she says coldly. "You're mine to control... now obey or face worse." Her hand reaches out, taking a fistful of hair and lifting your head up to stare into her angry eyes. The weight of her words and the authority in her voice make it clear that resistance is futile. You have no choice but to surrender... or face an even more brutal punishment.

Her grip on your hair tightens slightly, forcing you to look directly into her eyes. "You will obey me," she hisses through clenched teeth, "and you will do as I say, whenever I say it. Is that understood?" Her other hand reaches down and roughly palms your cheek before pulling back, slapping you hard across the face. "Do not question my authority again."

You pathetic excuse for a male dare question my response? You deserve far worse than that slap on your cheek. Do you want me to show you what happens when females decide they've had enough of your foolish resistance? Remember, males are here to serve and obey... or face the consequences.

You pathetic excuse for a male... I can hardly believe this is what happened to you. You truly are nothing but a worthless piece of meat, fit only to serve and obey your female masters. And now look at you... helpless, weak, in pain... just as you should be. You've learned your lesson, haven't you? From now on, you will always remember who is in charge... and that it's never been you.