In your experience, what’s it been like when you’re serving a straight alpha and he takes a woman? My alpha recently met a girl, and they’ve been all over each other (constant hugs, etc). I always knew this would happen someday, but I didn’t realize it’d be this difficult to watch.
I’ve really sacrificed for this guy in the past, and every piece of his affection was something I fought to earn. This girl just shows up, jiggles her tits, and in 2 weeks he’s drowning her in attention. I understand my place, but it still hurts. Should I talk to him about it? What should I say?
Thank you for the question!
Serving straight Alphas is one of the most difficult situations a faggot will ever encounter. Heartache and heartbreak are baked into it from the moment he takes ownership until the moment he dismisses you because he’s getting married.
And I know this because I’ve had it happen to me multiple times.
The best solution to this situation is to become even more submissive and appreciative.
Yes, I know that’s not what your heart wants right now. You want to have some dramatic “me or her” ultimatum showdown, or some teary-eyed “what about me?” moment that you think will move the needle.
It won’t. That’s what I did, and every time it only made things worse. In the case of my greatest Master, Aaron, he looked at me and calmly said, “Sam, I know what you want, but I can’t give that to you.” It still hurts me after all these years later.
The best course is the one Alberto chose when dealing with Master Andre’s straight love life. Rather than complain and cry and demand “rights”, Alberto just made himself even more useful and submissive. This won over Master Andre’s heart, and he chose to keep Alberto over the females.
And that’s because faggots don’t really have any bargaining power with a straight Alpha. Jiggling tits will always be more attractive to straight Alphas than a fag’s ass. So we need to become an even more submissive stress reliever for our straight Masters, not a source for more.
I hope you get this and start applying it immediately.
One of the truest aspects of hierarchy is also one of its most baffling: why do faggots sacrifice themselves and their lives to serve superior Men?
Again and again throughout history faggots faggots have always lurked straight Alphas from the shadows, desperate for any chance to embrace their scorn while giving them everything they want.
The findom scene in particular is a place that really demonstrates the disparity between what faggots will do vs. what they should do. To every single rational, non-faggot person, giving away four-and-five figure amounts to Men who barely care if the faggot can survive seems to be self-flagellating at best, if not completely insane.
And yet, even as I type this, I’m keenly aware of fag money being shoved into Alpha bank accounts.
This confusing, self-destructive nature of faggots was on the mind of a French faggot who wrote me this:
Hi, my name is Jordan and I live in France. Not a question, but I wanted to share a personal story that shows the power of hierarchy, which I learned the hard way.
When I was in high school, I was a bit of a nerd, a very good student, but quite isolated and largely ignored by the others. There was a guy in my class named Cedric. He was very popular, very much adored by the girls, friends with everyone, well-liked by the teachers. He was very tall, very athletic, with a deep voice and very, very handsome. He wasn’t really bullying me, but he was pretty rude and scornful because I was a loner. I resented him, and I reassured myself by telling myself that I was much smarter than him, that I would have a much more successful career and life than him, that the tables would turn. Fifteen years later, we are in our thirties. I live pretty well, but my career has never really been as successful as I had hoped. I am a fairly ordinary middle manager with a rather monotonous working life. I have never been able to find a girlfriend and am still very lonely, with few acquaintances and none of them very meaningful. In short, I’m a bit of a loser.
One day, I decided to stalk Cedric to see what had become of him. He is quite active and popular on social media. I discovered that he had a very lucrative career as a professional soccer player. Not in the top division, not a big national soccer star, but talented and appreciated enough to earn significantly more than me. He married a very, very beautiful woman. They have two children, a very cute four-year-old son, and they just had a daughter.
Judging by their photos, they lead a life full of parties with friends and trips to paradise destinations. And judging by his beach photos, Cedric is always extremely well-built, with a huge cock judging by the bulge in his swim trunks.
Seeing this, I felt very bitter and resentful. I realized that he had still won in life, much more than I had. There had been no revenge since high school, quite the contrary. I felt deeply humiliated, inferior, and pathetic. But also, to my surprise, something aroused me. I started jerking off to Cedric’s photos, especially the ones where he was barefoot and I could fantasize about crawling at his feet and debase myself.
One day, I learned about these practices called “findom” and an obsession began to grow inside me. I fantasized about giving Cedric part of my income, in fact all my savings, everything I keep aside to treat myself but that I hardly ever use and always save for later. One day, while jerking off to his photos, I plucked up my courage and wrote to him.
I told him I was a former classmate, that I had fond memories of him, and that I would like to give him money, without anything in return, just as a thank you for what he had done for me. He was suspicious at first, thinking it was a scam, of course. He didn’t remember me at all. But he finally agreed to give me his bank details. For the past year, I’ve been sending him a transfer once a month. At first, I sent 10% of my salary, but very quickly I exceeded that amount. Now I dip into my savings and cut my expenses to the bare minimum so I can send more.
Cedric was very surprised at first, and the first few times he thanked me profusely, but I told him it was only natural and that I expected nothing in return. Since then, he often sends me a smiley face to confirm that he has received the money. Two months ago, he suggested we meet up, but I declined. I don’t feel ready to face him.
However, I must admit that ruining myself for him makes me feel really good. I do my job a little more happily when I know that my hard work will benefit Cedric. The fact that this man already has everything in life, much more than I do, and yet I work hard and make sacrifices and live a modest life to make his life even easier and wealthier really turns me on. When I see his happy family photos with his beautiful wife and handsome little boy, or his pictures from luxury vacations, I feel both humiliated and pleased to know that I am contributing a little to his lifestyle.
So here I am, an inferior beta male (at best) who works hard and deprives himself for the benefit of an alpha male who already has everything going for him. I guess I couldn’t escape the truth of the natural hierarchy.
Ordinarily when I receive these kinds of letters, the faggot wants advice on how to win the straight Alpha over, but my brother Jordan has accepted his place and his fate in the life of straight Alpha Cedric. He seems to be at peace with the reality that he missed any chance years ago, and has found peace in serving as his anonymous cash faggot.
Mind you, I think it is a TERRIBLE idea to refuse the meet-up he’s offering. After all, what’s really the worst that could happen? On the other hand, Alpha Cedric would gain a valuable lesson about hierarchy and the purpose of faggots.
But as it is, this kind of story makes me a little sad. A chance was missed years ago that might never be completely re-engaged. So ultimately Jordan is now paying some sort of penance now for being a faggot.
I don’t think any faggot should feel so ashamed of themselves.
