Mistress whips me again. I whimper. She gets off, she tells me, on exerting influence over others. Money is power, liquid human capital. It is, in a vital sense, my blood, my life's labour ground out from the machine. I've been into financial domination for a while, and we've had this professional bdsm relationship for almost two years now.
I am tied to the bed. Mistress informs me that I am going to buy her a big Mac online and pay for someone to drive it to us.
'That's so wasteful!' I try to exclaim, but it comes out through the ball gag as MMMPPHHHMMMPH. Mistress punches in my Uber Eats password and shows me the little car moving on the screen.
"You're going to buy Mistress a fifteen dollar Big Mac, and you're going to cum, hands-free, while I eat it. If you don't cum I'll tip the driver one hundred dollars."