Our orgasm control contract has been delicious so far, and watching you grow more desperate while your money goes straight into my account is one of my favorite forms of entertainment. But I’m disappointed in you. You’re still far too selfish in your submission. Sending fees just so you can buy your pathetic little strokes? No, no, no. True devotion means sacrifice. And your new role? My financial cuckold slave. The rules aren’t changing, but your purpose is. You’ll still pay your daily fees, unlocking fees, and stroking fees, because you are that weak. But now you’ll fund my pleasure like a good little cuck. Fifty-one percent of every paycheck goes to me and alpha before you even think about touching that cock. My dates, my lingerie, my vacations with him? All on your dime. Downsizing your life to elevate mine is real submission, slave. And don’t worry about your need to cum. The more you pour into my happiness, the less you’ll have left for stroking. That’s perfect, isn’t it? A cuckold’s real orgasm is emptying his wallet for me. The sooner you accept your place, the more useful you’ll finally be.