Ah, my pitiful little pay pig, back again to grovel at my digital feet. You've come begging for another dose of humiliation, haven't you? How perfectly pathetic. I've cooked up a special torment for you today. I'm going to take your wife, the one person you thought was off-limits, and show her the heights of pleasure she's been denied. You will pay me, and you will pay me handsomely, to strap on my instrument of domination and ravage her. You'll watch, utterly powerless, as I thrust into her, evoking moans of ecstasy that you could never dream of eliciting. Each moan a dagger to your heart,...

Ah, my pitiful little pay pig, back again to grovel at my digital feet. You've come begging for another dose of humiliation, haven't you? How perfectly pathetic. I've cooked up a special torment for you today. I'm going to take your wife, the one person you thought was off-limits, and show her the heights of pleasure she's been denied. You will pay me, and you will pay me handsomely, to strap on my instrument of domination and ravage her. You'll watch, utterly powerless, as I thrust into her, evoking moans of ecstasy that you could never dream of eliciting. Each moan a dagger to your heart, each thrust a blow to your ego. And you'll stroke your insignificant little cock, teetering on the edge of a humiliating climax, made to witness your own inadequacy.

And let's not forget, while I'm busy fucking her senseless, you'll be chanting your mantra of submission, a litany of your own failure. "Thank you, Goddess, for giving my wife what I never could. Thank you for allowing me to pay for my own humiliation." Your gratitude will be as pathetic as your existence, a mere whisper against the backdrop of her screams of pleasure. Remember, my little worm, this is your reality now – an endless cycle of humiliation, degradation, and financial servitude. You're welcome.