Why Men Love Being a Simp — Mistress Laurel’s Commandments
Oh, boys… let’s stop pretending. You’re here because you like it.
You like the idea of kneeling.
You like the way my voice sounds when I tell you what to do.
You like serving a woman who knows she’s worth every ounce of your time and devotion.
You like being a simp.

First — The Definition You Need to Hear – Simp

The internet will tell you a simp is:
“A man who gives excessive attention, affection, or resources to someone they desire, without expecting anything in return.”
But let’s get real. My definition?
A simp is a man who understands his place — beneath a woman he adores — and finds pure bliss in that position. He isn’t looking for equality; he’s looking for purpose. And that purpose is to please her.

Why You Love It

Let me explain why this “shameful” little word has such a hold over you… and why you should stop pretending you don’t crave it.

1. You Crave Structure
In a world where you’re expected to make all the decisions, and “be the man,” being a simp is your sweet release. You get rules. You get direction. You get to stop pretending you’re in charge and let me guide you exactly where I want you — on your knees, eyes on me.

2. You Worship What You Can’t Have
The most delicious thing about simping? You rarely get the ultimate prize. And you don’t care.
You’ll get me the shoes I want, deliver me the lunch I crave, or run my errands, not because you think it will “win me over,” but because serving me is the reward. The thrill is in the distance — the pedestal I keep you gazing up at.

3. You Like the Power Exchange
Make no mistake — in simping, I hold the power. And you love that. The moment you hand me your time, your attention, your everything, you’re acknowledging that my happiness is more important than your pride. That surrender lights you up inside.

Simp Behavior in Action

If you’re wondering whether you qualify, let’s run through some examples:

• The Praise Flooder — You comment on every post, like every picture, and tell me I’m stunning even when I post a photo of my morning coffee.

• The Errand Boy — You drive across town in rush hour because I “felt like” having sushi.

• The Thoughtful Pet — You remember every detail I mention — my coffee order, my favorite perfume, my shoe size — and surprise me without me asking.

If you saw yourself in even one of these, congratulations, darling. You’re mine.

Why You Shouldn’t Fight It

Men, let me save you from the exhausting internal struggle:

Being a simp isn’t pathetic. It’s not weak. It’s devotion in its purest form. And when it’s given to the right woman, it becomes something beautiful — a ritual, a relationship dynamic that fulfills both of us.
I get your service. You get the satisfaction of knowing you’ve pleased me. We both get what we want.

The only tragedy? A simp who wastes himself on someone who doesn’t know how to command him properly.

Mistress Laurel’s Closing Command

So, my sweet boys… lean into it. Stop hiding behind fake “alpha” posturing and admit what you are. You’re happiest when you’re serving, spoiling, and worshipping. You don’t have to pretend you’re anything else for me.

Now — be a good boy and kneel and wait for my next instruction.

Until Later

Mistress Laurel, signing off.