I stand over you, a pathetic henpecked husband, and with a smirk I read out a contract that will crush your ego, just as I crushed your place in your wife’s life. My voice is cold, mocking, cutting like a knfe: “Point one: you lose the right to have sex with her - her body is now mine, and you will never touch her again.” I continue, enjoying your trembling: “Point two: you pay for everything - my dinners with her, her new dresses, even the sheets that I dirty fucking her.” Point by point, I deprive you of caresses, access to her, leaving you with only duties: to serve, to clean, to watch me take her, and to lick the traces of my pleasure. “You are nothing, just a wallet and a tongue for cleaning,” I throw out, hearing her moans behind her back while I fuck her right in front of you. At the end, with the wet sound of her body beneath me, I bark, "Sign with spit, slave. You are no longer a husband."