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Is your wife around right now? No, she’s not around. Perfect. We can talk. Come closer. We need to have a conversation. Look into my eyes. It’s about that bitch. You think I’d be kind to her? Never. She’s wasting your time, our time. I’m excited to destroy your marriage. You’d rather serve me than be with her. She doesn’t turn you on like I do. You’re stuck in a boring marriage, addicted to porn, jerking off all the time. You’re desperate for the touch of a real woman. You’d do anything to have me. And you feel guilty? Why? You’re just doing what you can’t avoid. I’m better than your wife. I’m hotter, sexier, smarter. She’s a loser, taking your money, time, and youth. Are you sure you want to keep that marriage? You’d rather worship me. You’re unhappy, unsatisfied. She doesn’t know you’re submissive. I know more about you than she ever will. You feel disgusted thinking about her. You’d rather taste me. You’re tempted to serve me. You’ll leave her, or I’ll leave you. It’s your choice. But I’m the first one you think about. You think about my body, my touch. She’s a turn-off. She’ll never excite you like I do. Jerk your cock. Drain it. Enjoy yourself with me. You’re happier with me. She doesn’t know how many times you’ve thought about me while fucking her. What a little whore she is. You’d rather worship me. Serve me. You’re my loyal subject. And I’ll never be second. So jerk off. Drain it. Serve me. You’re mine.