As I prepare for date night with my man, I know how much you anticipate this evening. You’ve been saving up all week just to cover our expenses. Your existence revolves around these moments, seeking some semblance of significance in our relationship, even if fleeting. The mere utterance of “good boy” brings you to climax, affirming your role as a devoted cuck. Perhaps tonight, lost in the romance of our date, I might delay your gratification until tomorrow. You’ll linger, edging and waiting, a true beta awaiting his cue.
