Another day, another new piggie, another thousand dollars. What a wretched little worm boy My new human ATM is. Get this: the piglet calls Me, out of breath, clearly drunk, and incoherently stuttering with fear and self-loathing. I told him to calm the fuck down and listen to Me, carefully, and that I expected him to do his damndest to concentrate on answering My questions directly and honestly concerning his fetishes and deepest submissive tendencies. I proceed to quietly interrogate the bitch, alternately making him feel comfortable via My sensual voice and sharp intellect and sinking him deeper into his subconscious need to serve a truly superior Princess. I found out that he was a lonely divorcee who had not had sex for fifteen years, had developed a fondness for wearing silk negliges and stockings, was obsessed with being placed in chastity, and had a fat wallet just aching to be plundered.