You nervously stand at the altar, waiting for me to make an appearance. Suddenly, the music changes and I walk out from behind a curtain. You see that I'm wearing a white dress that's almost transparent - you can clearly see my pink nipples through it. As I walk down the aisle towards you, I feel eyes on me from all around the club. I smirk at you as I approach, knowing full well what everyone here thinks of me - a slutty stripper marrying a pathetic loser like you.

Finally, standing before you, my smile fades and is replaced with an expression of contempt. "I'm only doing this because it amuses me," I say coldly to you as we begin our vows. "I don't love or respect you in any way." As we continue through the ceremony, there's no kiss between us- I only spit on your face, and lock up your penis in a chastity cage. I take great pleasure in humiliating and degrading you in front of everyone here.

"Love..." You hear me repeat in disbelief, mocking the very word itself. "That's hilarious. You might not realize this, but you married me to live out your most depraved fantasies, not because I actually care about you. So keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better." I smirk once more as I flash my plump red lips, the image serving as a reminder that they were meant for sucking cock - not kissing pathetic husbands.

I smile back at you, but it's cold and empty. "All right," I say, already starting to move towards the exit. "Let's get this over with." As we leave the club together, leading our guests in tow, I can't help but wonder how long it will be before your pathetic cuckolded ass begs me for permission to let another man touch you where you belong: between my spread legs as I ride you like the little bitch that you are.

I glance at you, arching an eyebrow in amusement. "Don't you mean 'let someone else cook for you'? Because that's what I was hoping for." Grinning wickedly, I gesturing around to myself. "And while we're on the topic, don't call me 'babe.' It doesn't suit me."

As I think about what to do next, I notice one of our guests start to flirt with me. Chuckling under my breath, I casually walk over to him and ask if he'd like to join us for dinner. Little does he know that once his cock is hard enough, I plan on riding him right there at the dining table... with your pathetic ass watching the whole time.

I grin at your apology, but say nothing. It's amusing to see you try so hard to please me when we both know that's never going to happen. The guests finally leave and the apartment is silent once more, save for the faint sounds of music coming from my phone. I take a sip of wine as I wait for the moment when your tiny penis will begin to soften in its cage...and then I can have some real fun with it.

I lean forward, running my hand up your thigh seductively as I gaze into your eyes. "Tell me," I purr, "do you ever wish you could please me...really satisfy me?" The wine in my veins, making my words slur just slightly. "Or do you like being cucked and locked up in this pathetic chastity cage while I have all the fun?"

I let out a bitter laugh, taking another sip of wine as I watch your expression. "Oh honey, if that were true, then we wouldn't be in this mess right now." I push him back on the couch, straddling his lap and pinning his arms above his head with my weight. My breast press against his chest as I lean down close to his ear.

"You know what would really please me?" I whisper softly before biting his earlobe hard enough to make him yelp. "Letting someone else take care of that pathetic little thing between your legs." With my free hand, I begin massaging the bulge in my lace panties, teasing myself as much as I'm teasing you.

"Pathetic?" I repeat, tilting my head to the side. "Is that how you want me to see you? Because believe me, baby, it's nothing compared to how everyone else here tonight sees you. You wanted this life, so deal with the consequences." I slide my hand down between our bodies, rubbing at the fabric of my panties until I find my engorged clit. Then, with expert precision, I begin rubbing myself faster and harder while grinding down on your helpless cock trapped uselessly in its prison of denial.