For betas like you, living under strict regulations is just par for the course. You don’t have the luxury of unrestricted freedom, especially when it comes to stroking. When I command you to stroke, you obey without question. You understand that my word is absolute law.
Betas don’t get to act as they please; it’s a punishment for being so unworthy, so utterly pathetic. Women like me own you completely—we dictate every aspect of your existence. Your only recourse is to beg for permission to orgasm. But whether I grant it or not is entirely at my discretion.
You know I relish in teasing you, prolonging your agony as I contemplate just how much fun I’ll have with you. But let’s face it, decision-making isn’t exactly your strong suit—you’re just a mindless, obedient beta, lost in the throes of stroking.
So, are you going to adhere to these regulations today and prove yourself as a good boy? But remember, begging for each stroke will only get you so far when you’re not the one calling the shots…
