Beta Locked: Her Party, Her Rules
I watched him strut through the party like the king of the world—chest puffed, grin cocky, eyes scanning every girl like she was just another trophy waiting to be claimed. My poor little man, so sure he’s untouchable, so sure he can keep doing his little womanizing game. Thinking I didn't know about the late nights at the office, the cheating, the lies. Tonight, that cocky attitude was about to be destroyed.
With a wicked smile, I slipped the pills into his drink, calling them “vitamins” while he guzzled without a second thought. “You’re gonna love these,” I whispered just for him. But he never saw the trap.
Minutes later, I saw it start — his grin faltering, eyes flickering, movements getting jerky and uncertain. His shirt stretched oddly over his chest, like his muscles forgot how to flex. And when he tried to stare at that curvy blonde across the room? Nothing but a blurred haze covered her tits, pussy, and ass. Ha! The look of confusion on his face was priceless.
I sauntered up, voice low and dripping with mock sweetness. “Hey baby, what’s wrong? Can’t get a proper look anymore? Sorry, sugar, you’re not in charge tonight.”
His breath hitched as frustration bubbled up, his eyes desperate to see through the blur, to feast on what he always thought was his right. But nope — all those delicious curves, gone. All he could see was me.
I dragged him away from the crowd, his protests weak and pathetic. Back at my place, I shoved him onto the bed, grinning like a queen surveying her new, broken subject.
“Look at you,” I teased, circling him like a predator. “Used to be a man who thought he could have any girl naked anytime he wanted. Now? You’re just my little beta bitch. And you know what? I love it.”
He whimpered, reaching out with shaky hands as I slowly slid out of my clothes, my hot ass and dripping pussy on full display.
But all he saw was a damn censor blur, teasing him mercilessly.
“Can’t see my tits or pussy, huh?” I laughed, loud and cruel. “Does that drive you crazy? Knowing you can look but never get the real thing?”
His face flushed red with helpless anger and shame. “Please,” he begged quietly, voice cracking. “Just let me see you… just once.”
I shook my head, shaking my perfectly manicured finger. “Oh no, baby. This is punishment. For every time you looked at other girls, for every time you thought you were the big dog. You lost that right.”
He fell back on the bed, chest heaving, tears stinging his eyes. I knelt beside him, fingers tracing his jaw softly. “You’re mine now, beta. Forever. And you’re gonna love being controlled.”
He groaned, desperate, defeated, but there was no turning back.
I leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “Try and think about pussy all you want, baby. You’ll never see it. Only me, blurred and teasing. And that? That’s the best fate you could ever have.”
