Tell me, do you think everything I’ve allowed you to keep brings me pleasure? For example, your wife. If you love her, why are you here, gazing at me as I tease you with my beautiful toes? Is she distracting you from your true purpose? Maybe I’ll show her the real you…and when she leaves, you’ll be able to focus solely on me! It makes you hard, knowing I can get you to do whatever I want just from my power and a flash of sheer panties. I love when you have a glint of fear in your eyes, knowing I could ruin it all just for fun. My pleasure is all that matters, my little degenerate pervert. You're so turned on, knowing how completely fucked you are! You have no escape, begging for whatever I allow you. Privileges give me more control over you - like the privilege of keeping your wife. If I tell you to take your wife’s face-time call, you’re going to while I do terrible thing to you. Stare at your wife, trying not to make it obvious that I have your balls in a vice! You’ll try to end the call, but I’ll give you The Look. Only I decide when its time for your suffering to end, and I’m going to torment you until everyone in your life is concerned for your well being. Little do they know, you’re the happiest you’ve ever been! Being mine is your identity…and your wife a toy for my amusement. Time for your wife to get a 2nd job, so you’ll have even more money to surrender. Tell her its because you’re not making enough, and that you need help holding the family together. I don’t care - just do it. Make her get another job so you both contribute to my success, whether she knows it or not. Your relationships exist to bring me pleasure - or they will cease to exist at all. Do you understand? You get off on what I do to you, and I get off on bending you to my will until I have no use for you. So despite my beautiful body teasing you in lace lingerie, believe me when I say I’m going to enjoy this…much, much, more than you!