u/LessThanZeroSimp

I am just starting out simping for a woman I am crushing on. We've had several talks now and we chat daily on social media and she is planning our first "date." We've set some ground rules, including her not ever being sexual with me in any way and never seeing her naked. I asked her if she was willing to do things to make me want those things with her, she told me "Of, course. That's the tease part."

Our conversation finally came around to payment. We decided that I would pay a monthly fee to her, which would cover all our interactions, which she will be deciding on, directing, and initiating.

We discussed my income and budget and we decided on an amount that would hurt a little bit, but not cause me financial problems or be unsustainable.

One of the things I hadn't counted on was how much it would affect me. Now, every financial decision I make makes me think of her and how I am needing to sacrifice on small things to make sure I can afford her. No more Starbucks, no more eating out when I can make something at home. Cutting back on frivolous purchases.

I am already wondering how it is going to feel each month when I hand my fee over to her and spend the rest of the month having to be careful with every choice I make, so I can be sure to make ends meet and keep Princess happy.

I've been doing photography for more than twenty years now and I've worked with hundreds of models. This last photo shoot was different. Something about the woman I was shooting triggered feelings that sent me back to my early day, the first time I was friendzoned and the first time I found myself as a simp.

The shoot went great and there was a nice connection, very professional. The only thing different than normal was that she referred to herself as a Princess. It was apt.

A few days pass and I send her the photos. All is going as normal. But that night I couldn't sleep and the next day, I sent her a text asking if she had any experience with Femdom. She said she had and asked me to be more specific and she would let me know if what I was asking about was within her "wheelhouse."

A few back and forths later and I had laid it on the line. I was looking for a Princess to friendzone me and make me her beta simp.

Long pause.

And then, "Oh, I can definitely do that!"

A few days later and an hour long phone conversation, we spelled out the details of our relationship. I'm paying her a monthly fee and she'll decide what happens from there.

I expected something like femdom sessions but she tells me there will be some of that of course, but the kind of humiliation I am describing really needs to be more public. We'll be meeting twice a month for our "dates." She will decide when and where. In the meantime, the texts continue as does the teasing.

I have no idea what is going to happen, but I shared a lot of my history as well as my most embarrassing secrets and fetishes, all of which she plans to use against me. There will never be any sexual contact between us, though she is very happy to make me want that and it is very likely she is going to be holding the keys to my chastity as well.

I am still waiting for her to set our first date, but I am absolutely squirming, waiting by the phone for her call or her text.

One of my earliest and strongest Friendzone Beta experiences came from a girl I had a huge crush on. I finally asked her out, and she told me directly that she liked someone else, but gave me the classic line: “I really don’t want this to affect our friendship.”

Of course, I agreed. I wanted to stay close to her badly enough that I accepted whatever role she was willing to give me.

The moment that really stuck with me happened shortly after. We used to hug whenever we saw each other. The next time I saw her, I went to hug her, and she lightly scolded me:

“I hug you. You don’t hug me.”

That should have embarrassed me. It did embarrass me. But it also made my heart race in a way I didn’t understand at the time. It felt like she had quietly rewritten the rules between us. I was still close to her, but now it was on her terms.

After that, the dynamic shifted more and more. She started expecting little acts of service from me. Paying for things when we went out. Dropping my own plans if she called last minute. Being available when she wanted attention, reassurance, or company.

She would flirt just enough to keep me hopeful, then remind me we were “just friends.” She would tell me about guys she liked, dates she went on, and how excited she was about other men. It hurt, but I kept listening because being useful to her still felt better than being nothing to her.

The part that really shaped me was how much control she had over my confidence. If I mentioned another girl I liked, she would find a way to discourage me. Sometimes she would say the girl liked someone else. Sometimes she would say something like, “You can try, but she’s kind of out of your league.” Then, if I got rejected, she wanted every detail.

Looking back, I think that was the blueprint. Being wanted close, but not wanted romantically. Being useful, available, teased, and quietly put in my place. It left a mark.

We eventually drifted apart after leaving for college, but the feeling never really left me. Since then, I’ve found myself chasing that same dynamic: wanting to be friendzoned, used as emotional support, teased, denied, and kept in that humiliating almost-but-never-enough position.

Over time, the fantasy has grown into something much stronger: simping, emotional sadism, chastity, denial, teasing, humiliation, and being kept as the devoted beta friend who never quite gets chosen.

Did anyone else have an early friendzone experience that imprinted on them this way? Was there a specific moment where you realized the humiliation itself had become part of the attraction?

Seeking a woman for an emotionally intense domination roleplay built around turning me into her simp.

The fantasy I’m drawn to is slow, psychological, and intimate: being encouraged to attach, admire, confess, and orbit, only to be gently and then increasingly firmly shown that my place is not beside her, but beneath her attention. I want a dynamic where affection becomes leverage, kindness becomes a hook, and humiliation grows out of wanting too much from someone who knows exactly how to keep me close without ever truly choosing me.

I’m interested in friendzoning, emotional sadism, condescending tenderness, mixed signals, jealousy, comparison, possessive-but-not-romantic control, and the slow erosion of pride and self-esteem. I want to be made useful, loyal, emotionally exposed, and a little pathetic. The ideal tone is not cartoonish cruelty, but something sharper: intimate, observant, manipulative, and devastating because it feels emotionally precise.

Cuckolding themes are also welcome, especially as an extension of the friendzone: hearing about other men, being made to support her romantic or sexual interests, being reminded that my devotion is sweet but insufficient, and being trained to find my place in wanting what I cannot have.

If you enjoy turning devotion into dependency, admiration into embarrassment, and affection into a leash, I’d be interested in hearing what you would do with me.

I am open to discussing additional kinks and happy to incorporate them into a RP we might want to develop.

Please send a chat here and if we click, I am happy to move to discord.