It’s clear that everyone’s different, so why do people get upset when I say it takes more than one man to satisfy a woman? It’s perfectly fine for men to have multiple wives, but when it comes to women having several husbands, it’s somehow not okay. Doesn’t seem fair to me.
Some men enjoy watching football, but my idea of a good night is having five male servants preparing a lavish meal for our Queen. Three would cook, while the other two serve the food, wine, dessert, and coffee. I’d also love it if the Queen invited her lover or some friends over.
I also think serving breakfast in bed is a sweet gesture. I’m not jealous, so if the Queen is in bed with her lover, I’d happily serve them both. I’ve always been fascinated by room service scenes in movies, where staff roll in a golden cart filled with roses, fruit, and wine. Maybe I should have worked in hospitality—but then again, it wouldn’t compare to serving just one Queen.
Some would call me strange for saying that I’d enjoy waiting in the car while the Lady dines with her date at a fancy restaurant. Most women might prefer hiring a limousine, but I’d gladly be her driver. There’s something about waiting that excites me—maybe it’s my own take on romance. It feels like sacrificing my time for her pleasure, though it’s hard to put into words.
The little gestures matter too—like seeing the Lady satisfied after a night out.
Scene:
Lady and Lover exit the restaurant, smiling.
Lady: “Oh, John, that was a great evening. We should do this again.”
Michel (opening the door): “Home, my Queen, or coffee at John’s place?”
Lady: “We’re heading to John’s apartment. Oh, and please give him $150 since he covered the bill. It’s not right for lovers to pay for a Queen’s night out. Slaves must always pay for the Queen’s entertainment, and Michel, that means you.”
Michel: “Yes, Madame.”
Lady: “Girls just want to have fun, you know.”
Michel: “Yes, Madame, I remember Cindy Lauper singing that.”
Lady: “Good boy! Now stay quiet while John and I… enjoy ourselves.”
Michel (driving): “Understood, Madame.”
Lady: “And by the way, John only likes Dimitri’s coffee. It’s around the corner, so go grab us two coffees and some dessert. Dimitri knows what he likes, so don’t worry about it.”
Michel: “Yes, Madame. Your wish is my command.”
Lady: “Oh, and don’t forget the wine. This night’s going to be wild. You know how the Queen gets excited after a good meal.”
Michel: “Yes, my Queen. I’ll pick your favorite.”
Lady: “Good boy. Get the wine first—John would freak out if we bring cold coffee. Afterward, bring the order to his apartment, then return to wait for me in the car. I may or may not spend the night, but if I do, you’ll get a call in three hours to go home.”
Michel: “Of course, Madame. I’ll get the wine first.”
Later, Michel talks to himself:
Michel: “I can’t fall asleep now. Only 15 minutes left… I’ve got to stay awake. Let’s repeat it: ‘Stay awake, stay awake, stay awake…’”
His phone rings.
Michel: “I’m listening, Madame.”
Lady: “You can go home now. John was great, and I’m staying the night. He’s even asking me to stay a few more days, but I’m not sure yet. If I do, you’ll need to bring some clothes and toiletries tomorrow.”
Michel: “Yes, Madame. I understand. John can be quite charming. I’ll remain on standby.”
Lady: “And by the way, if I stay a few extra days, you’ll need to put in extra hours at work. Lovers shouldn’t pay for my entertainment—you should. And I’ll need everything prepared.”
Michel: “Yes, Madame. Two extra days at work, no problem.”
Lady: “Good boy. Now go home and rest up. You’ll need to be well-rested for your seven days of work.”
Michel: “Yes, Madame. May your night with John be perfect. Please, don’t get him too excited though. He might have a heart attack, ha!”
Lady: “Ha, ha! Don’t worry, Michel. I know how to keep my lovers alive for my own pleasure. Good night.”
On Relationships and Self-Knowledge
The Bible says, “Know yourself.” I believe that no relationship can be truly solid unless you fully understand who you are. The first step in any relationship should be self-awareness. If we all spent more time understanding ourselves, we could avoid much unnecessary suffering.
Once you’ve reached that point of self-understanding, the next step is communication—sharing that awareness with others. Ancient wisdom tells us that the goal is always balanced. Why meet someone if they aren’t compatible with you? Too often, people meet others simply for the sake of meeting, which leads to disappointment.
The third step is using discernment. When someone who doesn’t know themselves communicates with someone who does, it can lead to frustration and imbalance. The key is understanding that loneliness doesn’t justify rushing into relationships—sometimes it’s a matter of life or death.
Self-Reflection and Fantasy
As for me, I’ve realized I identify as a submissive Beta Male, but only with women. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of a queen with multiple husbands, a role reversal of traditional norms. This concept appeals to me far more than the idea of a man owning a harem.
One of my favorite films is She (1965), starring Ursula Andress. While I didn’t appreciate the evil nature of the queen in the movie, I’ve always fantasized about serving a real queen—someone like the Queen of England. My dream isn’t sexual in nature; I believe all women carry a divine essence, and every woman deserves devoted male servants.
However, being a Beta male comes with challenges. Women are often attracted to dominant men, making it difficult for Beta males to connect. But if women understood that Beta males don’t feel jealousy, they might see that a relationship where the man serves his queen could be enriching for everyone involved.
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Requests
As Michel waits in the car, his mind races with the familiar mix of anticipation and devotion. He knows his place in the Queen’s world: to serve, to wait, and to remain silent in the background, ensuring her needs are met. It’s not about the physical act of servitude—it’s about the satisfaction he derives from knowing she is cared for, honored, and happy.
Michel’s phone buzzes again. He knows it’s her. He answers quickly, trying to suppress the excitement in his voice.
Michel: “Yes, Madame?”
Lady: “Michel, I need you to pick up some champagne from the wine shop near the park. John insists on celebrating tonight, and we need something special to mark the occasion. Make sure it’s chilled when you bring it. And don’t take too long—John gets agitated when things aren’t perfect.”
Michel: “Of course, Madame. Right away. I will be back shortly with the champagne.”
He hurries out of the car, his steps quickening. It’s a familiar dance now—retrieve the orders, anticipate her needs, and return with the goods, all while keeping his emotions in check. He knows he must never let the Queen see how deeply he is affected by her presence. That would be a betrayal of the role he’s chosen.
As he returns with the chilled champagne, Michel reflects on how this service has become his life. In a way, it is everything he’s ever wanted. It’s not about control or dominance; it’s about surrender. A willing, unconditional surrender to her power, her grace. In his eyes, the Queen is not just a woman—she is an embodiment of something divine, an ideal he has longed to serve.
The door opens, and Michel enters, carrying the champagne with the utmost care. The Queen is sitting gracefully in her chair, her lover John beside her. She looks up and smiles at Michel, but it’s the kind of smile reserved for those who are truly devoted, those who know their place.
Lady: “Michel, you’re just in time. We’ve decided to take a small trip tomorrow. John wants to explore the countryside. You’ll have to make all the arrangements for us—hotel, car, the works. Be quick about it. I’ll need everything set by noon.”
Michel: “Of course, Madame. I will handle everything. You can count on me.”
As Michel speaks, a surge of pride fills him. It’s moments like these—when the Queen acknowledges his service—that make all the waiting, the sacrifice, worthwhile. His reward is not in her words but in the fact that she relies on him, that she trusts him to carry out her will without question.
He sets the champagne down on the table and pours a glass for each of them, offering the glasses with the utmost respect. Michel watches as the Queen lifts her glass and locks eyes with him, her gaze both appreciative and commanding.
Lady: “You know, Michel, I’ve been thinking. You’ve always been there for me, always anticipating my needs. But tell me, what do you want in return for your loyalty?”
Michel hesitates, unsure how to answer. He has never asked for anything. The thought of receiving something from the Queen feels almost… wrong.
Michel: “Your happiness, Madame. That’s all I need.”
The Queen smiles again, but this time, there’s something else in her expression—amusement, maybe even a touch of affection.
Lady: “You’re a good servant, Michel. Don’t worry. Your reward will come in time. For now, simply enjoy the moment.”
And so, Michel stands by, content in his position, knowing that serving the Queen is its own reward. But deep inside, there’s a flicker of hope—that one day, perhaps, he will be more than just a servant. Maybe, just maybe, there will come a time when the Queen sees him not as a mere helper, but as someone worthy of more. But for now, he waits, as always, in the shadows of her majesty.