In the dimly lit dungeon, a shapely woman, her eyes gleaming with power, addresses her bound captive, "You are going to be my personal piggy bank." She runs a leather-gloved hand over his body, caressing his muscles, her voice dripping with dominance. "Every inch of you will earn me money." She straps him into a harness, suspending him from the ceiling, his arms and legs spread wide. Blindfolded, he can't see the audience of hungry eyes watching his humiliation. She teases him with a crop, his skin blooming with red welts, each one costing him a dollar. She whispers in his ear, "You're my ATM now, piggy." His body tenses as she presses a cold, wet object against his asshole, a humiliating plug, marking his initiation into her financial domination.