From Alpha to good boy JOI
You used to call yourself an alpha, remember? So confident, so sure no one could ever make you kneel. And now look at you: My good boy. Every time you hear my voice, that tough-guy act just… melts. You can’t help it. You crave my words like oxygen, and every syllable pulls you a little deeper under. Your cock isn’t yours anymore: it’s Mine. My toy. My plaything. It twitches when I tell it to, and the second I whisper good boy, you practically beg to prove it. You used to chase power; now you chase permission. And the best part? You love it. You love that I took everything that made you an “alpha” and turned you into My obedient good boy. So go on...stroke for Me, breathe for Me, live for Me. I'm in your head now, and there's no escape.
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