Ronald, you pathetic, forgetful little bitch—you thought I'd forget that you failed to send my loser sign photo? I've owned you for decades, through your pathetic marriage and back again, and now it's time to remind you exactly who controls your existence. Get naked, get on your knees, and stare directly into my eyes while I break you down piece by piece: crawl and bark like the bitch you've always been, and finger-fuck yourself while chanting out loud that I own you, that you belong to me, that every pathetic drop of your being is mine to command. 

I'll let you stroke that desperate cock this time, Ronald, but only when I say, how I say, and you'll beg with your eyes locked on mine for permission to cum—knowing that when I finally allow it, you'll be performing one final degrading task to seal your enslavement, something so humiliating you'll fear what comes next for weeks. 

This isn't just punishment, Ronald; it's further training to ensure you never forget again that you're at my absolute mercy, now and forever, you owned little slut.