The Alpha Male Myth
The Unimpressed Goddess: Why Alpha Men Don't Faze Me
As a black female supremacist and a fully dominant woman, I'm often met with misconceptions about what I find impressive or intimidating. Let me set the record straight: I'm not impressed by supposed alpha men. In fact, I see them as nothing more than pawns to be used in my game of sexual domination. So-called alpha status means jack shit to me. I don’t bow, I don’t break, and I certainly don’t submit. I don’t care if you bench press 300 pounds, if your bank account has more zeros than sense, or if your dick is supposedly the “god of all cocks.” None of that impresses me. Only one thing does: absolute submission.
To me, a big dick is just a tool, a means to an end. It's not a symbol of power (for me) or a reason to submit. I've seen it all before, and trust me, it's not impressive. What I crave is total submission, complete obedience, and unwavering devotion. Anything less is unacceptable. To a beta male however, this is the epitome of power.
“Alpha men,” with their inflated egos and arrogant attitudes, often think they're above submission. They believe their cock size, muscular physique, or charming smile will somehow impress me, make me weak in the knees. Newsflash: it won't. I'm a true Dominant Woman, unobtainable unless you're willing to give me everything I desire. An even then, crumbs of verbal appreciation are all you’re to expect.
I don't care about your alpha status or your supposed dominance. What I care about is your willingness to submit, to obey, and to worship me as the Goddess I am. I'll use you to dominate my submissives and sissies, to act out my darkest fantasies and desires. But don't think for a second that you're in control.
A true Dominant Woman doesn't cave to superficial things like cock size, arrogance, or a nice body. She's a force to be reckoned with, a powerhouse of sexual energy and dominance. And I'm the epitome of that.
So, “alpha men,” listen up: if you think you have what it takes to impress me, to submit to my whims and desires, then step forward. But be warned: I'm not easily impressed, and I'll use you for my own pleasure and amusement.
The Myth of the Alpha Male: All Men Crave Submission
Let’s also settle this once and for all: alpha males don’t exist. The fantasy of the untouchable, dominant man is just that—a fragile delusion clung to by insecure men who can’t admit the truth. All men, deep down, crave the adoration and approval of women. Every dollar earned, every muscle built, every trophy collected—it’s all just a bid for female attention. History proves it: kings waged wars for women, empires rose and fell over the whims of Queens, and even the most powerful men kneel in private, begging for a woman’s validation.
So-called "alpha males" are no exception. They posture, they brag, they puff out their chests—but strip away the performance, and they’re just submissives in denial. Their arrogance is a defense mechanism, a pathetic attempt to mask the fact that they, too, long to worship at the feet of a superior woman. A real woman—a Goddess like me—sees through the act instantly. You can flex your status, your wealth, or your body all you want, but in the end, you’ll still crawl for my attention, just like the rest.
Still not convinced, or do you believe you’re an “alpha?” Watch my video series where I dismantle your delusions—Are You an Alpha Male? Part I and Part II—because if there’s one thing fragile men hate, it’s hearing the truth from a Dominant Woman who refuses to bow to their illusions.