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Look at this mess all over my perfect feet. His mess. Not yours. You’ll never be the one to give me that, but you will be the one to clean it up. That’s all you’re good for. Go on, use that pathetic little tongue. Lick up every last drop. I want to hear you thank him between every lick—thank you, Alpha, thank you for letting me have this. Louder. I want you to really mean it. Oh, and don’t think for a second I’m not recording this. I’m getting every humiliating moment, every desperate little whimper, every disgusting slurp. And when you’re done? I’m sending it straight to Alpha. He’s going to watch you grovel, see how pathetic you are, and we’re going to laugh at you together. That’s what you’re here for—to be used, humiliated, and mocked. And you love every second of it.