The cuckold's debt is paid in words, each one a lash of guilt and desire. He's bound, not by ropes, but by his wife's gaze and the audio recorder. She's the Queen of Spades, his mistress, his cuckoldress. She wants details, every thrust, every moan, every drop of sweat. He describes the BBC's cock, thick and long, disappearing into her eager cunt. He hears the slurping, the wet sounds of their union. He feels his own cock throb, his balls ache. He's hard, he's cuckolded, and he loves it. She smiles, 'Good boy. Now, tell me, how does it feel to hear your wife getting fucked by a real man?'