The Enchantment of Entitlement

Once upon a time, in a kingdom where love flourished among mortals, there was a striking young woman named Seraphina. With a beauty that turned heads and a charm that captivated hearts, she had long been admired and pursued by many. However, as her suitors lined up, Seraphina felt a growing restlessness. She was tired of men vying for her affection, often treating her as a trophy to win rather than a person to love. One day, weary of their shallow attentions and determined to seize power for herself, she ventured into the enchanted forest, where it was said that the elusive god of love, Cupid, dwelled. The forest was thick with magic, and as she walked deeper beneath the ancient trees, she stumbled upon Cupid himself, a mischievous figure with boyish charm and golden wings. Seeing him, Seraphina's mind raced with a bold plan. "What if instead of being an object of desire, I could wield the very power of desire itself?" she thought. Inspired, she pulled out a mystical amulet she had stolen from an ancient sorceress, infused with the ability to twist love into a tool of power. With a flick of her wrist and a whispered incantation, Seraphina ensnared Cupid in her spell, binding him to her will. As the magic took hold, his laughter faded, replaced by a look of confusion. “What have you done?” he gasped, realizing he was no longer free. "You will do my bidding from now on, dear Cupid," Seraphina declared with a gleam in her eyes. "Every time you shoot one of your arrows, that man shall become a slave to the will of the woman who commands you!" The air shimmered with magic as Cupid’s power transformed. From that day forth, his arrows no longer sparked love; instead, they enslaved the hearts of the men who fell victim to them, binding them to the desires and whims of the women they were shot by. As Cupid's new role spread chaos through the land, the balance of power shifted dramatically. Women throughout the kingdom, empowered and emboldened by Seraphina’s spell, began to embrace their entitlement. They strutted around, heads held high, their figures accentuated by towering high-heeled shoes that allowed them to look down upon the men now reduced to mere subservience. Each time a man was struck by Cupid's newly enchanted arrows, he found his will bend to the desires of the woman who commanded the arrow. He became an obedient servant, fulfilling her every wish, following her every order. The transformation in the kingdom was swift—a dance of dominance where women reveled in their newfound power, and men, once suitors, became submissive shadows, forever chasing after approval that would never come. Seraphina, elevated to a position of power beyond her wildest dreams, enforced this new order with an iron fist. She led her fellow women in a fanciful celebration of entitlement, parading their power throughout the kingdom. "We are queens!" they declared, as they orchestrated grandiose gatherings, turning the courtship dance into a spectacle of command and control. Yet as the days turned into months, something strange began to stir within Seraphina. As the novelty of power wore off, she found herself surrounded by hollow sycophants, men who had lost their very essence. What once thrilled her—the joy of being adored—became a burden; she realized that love, in its absence, was now replaced by something dark and unfulfilling. One day, as she sat in her grand chamber surrounded by her obedient servants, a quiet longing washed over her. In her heart, she missed genuine connection, the thrill of mutual admiration, and the sweetness of love untainted by coercion. Desperate, Seraphina sought out the very god she had ensnared—Cupid. She found him, glimmering faintly, shrouded in the veil of servitude she had cast over him. "Cupid!" she cried, her voice trembling, "I… I made a terrible mistake! What I thought was power has turned to emptiness. I yearn for true love, not this hollow slavery!” Cupid, still bound by her enchantment, looked at her with compassion. “To love is to trust,” he replied softly, his voice carrying the weight of lost dreams. “You sought to wield love as a weapon, but true love cannot thrive in chains. You have the power to release me, but will you choose love over power?” In that moment, Seraphina felt the weight of her choices colliding within her. With a heart full of regret, she lifted her hands, unfastening the bonds of magic she had cast over. The men never forgot and formed migtow and the men lived happily ever after.