My little beta boy is a femmeboy

I sit back comfortably in my red chair, a slim cigarette between my fingers (just for the look), sipping slowly. I glance at you with a smirk. Good girl, doing exactly as I said and looking so feminine. My voice is soft but commanding. Now go stand across the room. Let me get a good look at you. You obey. I tilt my head slightly, watching every little detail. Turn around… mm, yes, you're improving. Setting your hair in curlers and painting those delicate little nails—such a good girl. I smile, amused. Now curtsy for me… that’s it. And crawl. Crawl over here like the obedient little doll you are. You reach me, kneeling low. Kiss my feet and beg me sweetly for a treat. As your lips brush against my toes, I begin to speak, casually, as if reminiscing. I had the most incredible night with a real man… confident, in control… everything you’ll never be. I let out a soft laugh, dragging the story out with cruel delight. And while you're down there, pressing your lips to my skin like the