You know what I mean when I say Simp, and if you don’t, darling, you’re either playing coy or under-utilising your power.
He’s the one who hovers a little longer after meetings. The one who leaps to volunteer for your dullest admin requests. The one who fetches your coffee just the way you like it, without ever being asked. Bless him. And let’s be clear: you never asked. You merely exist, and he responds like Pavlov’s golden retriever in an M&S suit. Continue reading “Grooming Simps at Work: A Dominant Woman’s Guide to Obedience in Plain Sight”