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."