“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, and sharp as a knife: ‘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 I dirty while fucking her.’ Point by point, I strip you of caresses and 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 snap, hearing her moans behind your 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.’”