Bound and collared, the paypig kneels before his mistress, her high heels clicking on the cold floor as she circles him like a predator. "You exist to serve me," she purrs, her voice dripping with disdain. Each paycheck handed over is a step deeper into her web of power, as she trains him to crave her disdain and the sweet relief of emptying his wallet. His pathetic gratitude only fuels her sadistic pleasure.