In a sleek, high-rise office, Ditaya, a stunning dominatrix, lounges on a plush leather couch. Her heels, a deep, luxurious red, tap impatiently on the polished floor. Her paypig, a timid man in a suit, kneels before her, eyes locked on her feet. She orders him to worship, to pay homage with his tongue. He obliges, tracing the arch of her foot, sucking each toe, his groans of pleasure echoing in the sterile room. She commands him to strip, to present his pathetic excuse for a cock. He complies, and she laughs, a sound that sends shivers down his spine. 'Now,' she purrs, 'pay your goddess.'