"I'm ready to make you a cuckold," she whispers, her eyes gleaming with dominance. He swallows hard, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. She's dressed in black latex, her curves accentuated, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she paces around him. He's on his knees, hands bound behind his back, a collar around his neck. She pulls out her phone, dialing a number he doesn't recognize. "Meet me at the hotel," she says, hanging up. "That's him," she smirks, "Your replacement." He feels a pang of humiliation, but also a strange arousal as she strokes his hair, "You'll watch, you'll serve, and you'll love every moment."