Pay for My Wedding 1

Welcome to the most exclusive event of the year, one where your role is crystal clear, and your participation is not just expected—its mandatory. This is not your average wedding invitation, no. This is a summons for you, my devoted beta loser, to fulfill your destiny as the ultimate provider for the most important day of my life. Youve been chosen, not for your charm or your looks, but for your unwavering willingness to open your wallet and shower me with the opulence I deserve. The Dress: Picture me, Helena, gliding down the aisle in a gown so exquisite, so breathtakingly beautiful, that it could only have been crafted by the most skilled of designers. And whos footing the bill for this masterpiece? Thats right, its you. With every stitch and sequin, youre ensuring that I am the embodiment of bridal perfection. The Venue: Imagine the grandeur of the setting where our nuptials will unfold. A venue so luxurious, so awe-inspiring, that it will be etched in the memories of all who attend—all thanks to your generosity. Every brick, every flower arrangement, every candlelit corner is paid for by your hard-earned cash. And why? Because you know your place, and its at my beck and call. The Meals, The Cake: Savor the thought of gourmet dishes being devoured, the finest being toasted, and a wedding cake so decadent its almost sinful. Youre not just paying for sustenance; youre providing a feast fit for royalty. Every bite, every sip, every morsel of indulgence is a testament to your dedication to me. The Honeymoon: While you may never experience the warmth of my body, you can take solace in the fact that youre funding every romantic escapade, every sun-kissed morning, and every passionate night of my honeymoon. Your money ensures that I am pampered, pleasured, and worshipped as I embark on a journey of marital bliss—a journey youll never be a part of. This is not just a fantasy; its a stark, undeniable reality. You have no one else to spend your money on, and lets face it, this is the closest youll ever get to a sex life. Youre a loser, but youre my loser, and your purpose is to serve me—financially, emotionally, and completely. So, dear beta, as I embark on this new chapter, remember that your contribution is what makes it all possible. Youre not just paying for a wedding; youre investing in the ultimate, the pinnacle of your servitude. And for that, I thank you.