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Stephanie had been your ultimate crush since high school—stunning, sharp, and cruelly aware of the power she held over you. She never dated you, but she never fully let you go either. Instead she kept you orbiting: “best friend” by day, humiliated errand boy by night. She’d text you selfies from dates, force you to rate outfits she wore for other guys, laugh when you stammered compliments, then call you “her sweet little gay bestie” in front of everyone. When she returned from her two-week Europe trip with yet another tall, confident guy, her Instagram stories were relentless: beach kisses, hotel beds, his hand on her thigh. You watched every slide, heart pounding, knowing she posted them for you to see. Then the call came. “Hey loser,” she purred, voice honeyed and vicious. “Trip was amazing. He fucked me every night—raw, no condom, just how I like it. You’d have cried watching. But I’ve been thinking… I want you closer. Like, permanently. Full-time beta cuck. Locked in chastity 24/7. No more pretending you’re anything but my denied little bitch. You’ll pay for my dates, hold my bags, maybe even clean up after. Sound good, princess?” She laughed softly. “You’re already hard in that cage I know you bought. Say yes, and I’ll finally make you useful.