Your Worst 3rd Date: Alpha to Beta
Your third date starts with you still trying way too hard to play the alpha. Cocky, confident, acting like you’re completely in control—even when I show up in tiny denim shorts and an even tinier top.
I let you enjoy that confidence for a little while. I praise your strength, stroke that oversized ego, and tease you just enough to make you think you’re impressing me.
Then I snap my fingers.
Kneel if you want to touch.
And you do.
That’s when I realize just how quickly my snaps can turn all that fake alpha energy into obedient little beta behavior. Every snap makes you softer, needier, and easier to control, until I’m openly teasing you about what happens if you keep pretending to be an alpha around me.
Maybe on our next date, I’ll turn you into a cuck.
I tell you exactly how it would happen: the real alpha gets my attention while you sit quietly in the corner, unable to interrupt, unable to participate, and watch me give someone else everything you thought you were entitled to.
By the end of the night, there isn’t much of that cocky man left. I demand a large tribute for a new pair of shoes, leave you trapped in an endless gooning loop, and give you one final rule:
No orgasm allowed until our next date.
Looks like your third date was the one where you finally learned who the alpha really is.